Underworld Champions (The MC Outlaw Series) (12 page)

“I suppose.” He places his tools on the bench and takes the cigarette from his mouth, grabbing the bottle of beer he has sitting in his reach and taking a mouthful. “So show me your tattoo. You’re an old lady yourself now right?”

“Yeah,” I smile, beginning to unravel the bandage so I can show him.

“Got a bit of a party happening tonight. Some of the others are gonna ride in. There’ll be lots of drinkin’ and barbequin’.
Your mum’s going crazy with the preparation, she can’t stop smilin’ about our little girl becomin’ an Old Lady. And a party is just what everyone needs to forget about the fuckin’ Demon Brothers for a few hours.”

“I think that’ll be a great thing,” I tell him as I finish with the bandage and hold out my forearm for him to see.

“That’s real nice. Pick do it?”

“Yeah. He did.” I wrap the bandage back around it and secure it.

“Funny lookin’ kid that one. But he’s good, I’ll give him that.”

We stand together quietly for a while. I’ve come to learn that my father is a man of few words, but I still enjoy being in his company.

“Got another beer?” I ask.

He nods toward a bar fridge. “Get me another one too.”

I do as he asks, twisting the tops off the bottles before putting one in front of him and taking a drink from my own. I spend a bit of time with him, asking questions about what he’s doing, trying to learn as much from him as I can.

“So um, Cole told me how he got his name today,” I venture after a while.

“Yeah?” He smiles, a big broad one that crinkles his eyes closed slightly. “You caused that kid a lot of grief for a while. He broke a few noses over it too. But he never wanted it to be any different. You were a cute kid, everyone felt it when you were taken. But,” he moves over to his shell of a bike and begins to attach the part he’s been working on, “you’re back now. The family’s whole again.”

I move closer to him, and as he stands, I ambush him with a hug, wrapping my arms around his middle, tucking my head against his chest. Slowly, his arms close around me too
.

“I love you, Dad,” I whisper. He sighs and hugs me tighter.

“Me too Maddie. Me too.”

***

Pip has been a godsend. She has loaned me something to wear for this party. The only clothes I have at the compound are the things I bought at Target the other day and my leathers. So I have jeans, t-shirts and underwear – that’s it. Now, all that stuff is fine if you’re just hanging around, but I just became an Old Lady. It’s the same as getting married in biker land, and I’d like to look pretty at my own wedding party. Every girl wishes to look like a princess sometimes. Especially the ones who never were.

The outfit she’s lent me is this charcoal skirt with a
gold fitted singlet. The material is kind of shiny, but it all feels soft and the skirt is all ruffled, so if I spin it flares out (flares out and shows my arse. It’s very short. Thank god I bought black underwear). The skirt has a high waist that sits on top of the singlet and there’s a thin brown belt that goes around my waist.

“Wow, you should keep that. It looks way better on you than it does on me,” she says as I stand in front of the mirror and admire her choice in clothes.

“Oh, I couldn’t. It’s too nice.”

“Consider it
a gift to say ‘congratulations’. You know you just became an old lady to the one man most of those girls out there were hoping for?”

I smile. Not really feeling sorry for them. They’ll get him
back soon enough, and besides, from what I always thought, bikers don’t stay faithful. Not for long anyway. I console myself by thinking that I’m going to get the best of this relationship and leave before the shit starts. As much as I’d love the happy ending, I know I’m not going to get it. Even if I could stay, I can’t have kids. Eventually Cole would go looking elsewhere, and I’d be cast aside for a more beautiful and more fertile woman than myself.

There’s a knock on the door. “Is Maddie with you?” Carla asks from the other side.

“She sure is,” Pip says as she opens the door to let her in.

My mother beams at me proudly. “I have something for you.”
She drops a long necklace over my head, on the end of it is a spinning locket with three windows.

“Thank you mum
,” I comment as I spin the ball with my finger. She pulls me into a tight embrace and whispers how happy she is that I won’t be leaving them. Old Ladies are forever.

My bottom lip wobbles a little as I try to force a smile
.

“I wanted you to have something nice as a gift,” she smiles,
running her fingers through the massive length of my hair. “Would you mind if I do something nice with this head of hair? And maybe some make up?”

“Sure,” I smile, taking the seat she offers me as I let her get to work.

By the time we’re all
ready, most of the compound has already gathered outside. There are tables and chairs set up everywhere, and all of the floodlights are on, illuminating the grounds to the point where it almost seems like day time.

“My Old Lady!” Cole calls out, the moment he sees me. He stands up, and jogs over to me, his eyes shining from the alcohol he’s obvious
ly been consuming to celebrate our union. “You. Look. Fucking. Amazing,” he says, holding me at arm’s length and scanning my body from head to toe.

Pip
and my mum, wove the hair around my face into multiple plaits and then braided them into the rest of my hair so it hung down my back. She only gave me a small amount of makeup. I didn’t want to look over done, so I just have a tiny bit of eye shadow and mascara, as well as a rose coloured lipstick.

As his eyes finish making their way down my body, his grin broadens a
s he sees the boots on my feet (Pip’s shoes didn’t fit). “Perfect,” he grins. “Now, let’s get this bandage off to show off your ink.” He takes a hold of my arm and starts to unwind the gauze.

“Has it been long enough?”

“Yeah babe. It’s been hours. Show it off, then I’ll look after it for you when we finally get to have our own fun.” He says the last part close to my ear, sending shivers down my body as I’m filled with longing. I’ve hardly spent any time with him since we got back. Instead I’ve been with my parents and Pip, while Cole’s been attending to ‘club business’ (something I’m told the women don’t get to be a part of).

The food and the drinks flow, as do the congratulatory hugs and back slaps (as well as the bitchy sneers, but I’m willing to overlook them). There are more bikers here than I think I’ve ever seen before, but then I remember my father saying that others were riding in. I estimate a good hundred or more people are here.
It seems like the party of the century.

When most of the food is eaten, a voice comes over a PA system that I didn’t even know was there. Whe
n I turn around, I see my parents, standing together in front of a band (when the hell did that happen?) as my dad calls for everyone’s attention.

The gathered crowd cheers and hollers for their presiden
t as they stop what they’re doing to face him.

“Alright. Alright. Now shut the fuck up. I’ve got a few things to say.”
A quiet settles over everyone as they give him their undivided attention. “Now, I’m gonna make this quick. ‘Cause I’m sure you all wanna get back to your drinkin’ and the band is gettin’ ready to play for us. Me and Carla got you all here because our VP Cole has finally found himself an Old Lady. We couldn’t be happier because he chose our own girl. As you’re all aware, Maddie’s been lost to us for a long time, but she came back because we’re her family, and,” in chorus, everyone joins in to say, “family always comes back.”

I smile, fighting tears of happiness as Cole stands behind me, his arms around my waist and his chin on my shoulder. I have one arm reaching up around the back of his head, stroking at his hair as we listen to my father.

“Yes they do. So we’d like you all to raise your bottle or your plastic cup or whatever fuckin’ beverage you’re holdin’ and share in a toast to Cole and Maddie.”

“To Cole and Maddie,” they all say, turning to tilt their drinks at us.

My parents grin as they walk off the stage and the band immediately starts to play as we’re inundated with a fresh group of well-wishers. We smile and say thank you, and Cole releases me briefly to shake a few hands, while I’m hugged by people I don’t know and asked to show off my tattoo.

Eventually, everyone goes back to having fun, and Cole takes me by the hand and walks me over to where a large group of people are dancing in front of the band
as they do a cover of
Bow River
.

“Cold Chisel? Can we get any more cliché?” I ask, as he pulls me up against him and sways to the music.

“There ain’t no music better on this earth than Aussie Rock, baby. So shut the fuck up and dance with me.” His hands grip my arse and he dips his head, growling into my neck to scratch me with his stubble and tickle me with his breath.

Laughing, I grab a hold of his face on either side and force his head back so I can look at him. He’s devastating when he smiles
, gorgeous enough to make even the most devout nun break her vows just for one night with him. And he’s mine. All mine. “I fucking love you, you know,” I yell at him over the music.

His grip around me tightens. “
Yeah baby. I know. I fuckin’ love you too.” He dips his head and takes my mouth in his, tasting sweet after downing several bourbons tonight. We stop dancing as our kiss deepens. Cole leans down and scoops me up. Those around us cheer on with a bit of filth as Cole walks me out of the party and into the complex, heading straight for his room.

The sounds of the music lessens, the further away we walk, but even inside Cole’s room, you can still hear the ba
nd playing and everyone else partying (you can also hear a bit of grunting coming from a few of the other rooms).

“I couldn’t wait any longer to get your pussy around my cock. That fuckin’ short dress is makin’ me crazy
.” He lowers me so I’m standing and kisses me aggressively, pressing his body against mine so I can feel his need, jamming up against me. His kisses drop to my neck as he pushes me up against the door, his hand kneading at my breast as his thigh goes between my legs. I rock against him, rubbing my clit against the hard muscle of his thigh.

He grabs at my hips, and spins me around, pressing me up against the door as he pushes up my skirt. “I hope you didn’t want to keep these,” he growls in my ear, grabbing at my panties and pulling at them hard, ripping the seams so they fall
to the ground in a ruin.

He slids his fingers between my legs, driving them inside my pussy as he moans in my ear. “
You’re always so fuckin’ wet, baby. Always ready for me. I fuckin’ love that.”

I hear his zip slide down as his hand leaves me and moves around to my front, cupping my mound as he enters my drenched pussy from behind. “I love that you’re always hard when I touch you,” I gasp out as he pushes inside me.

“Always baby. Always.” He thrusts his hips back and forth as his fingers slide down my mound and tease my clit, causing my orgasm to burst out of me.

Moaning, I close my eyes and focus on his touch
and the ripples of pleasure that are coursing through my body. His words remind me of the lighter my mother gave my father, and the word inscribed on there – Always – it just reminds me of how little time we have.

Cole pulses inside me, groaning as he deposits his seed inside me, thick and hot as it erupts from his cock and into my depths. He leans against my back, gently kissing my skin as he regains his breath.

“No squirting this time?” he puffs out.

I laugh
. “You’ve got to give me all three if you want me to squirt baby.”

“Hmmm, makes me wish I had two cocks. I’d love to double tap you and have you gush all over me.”

“Well there are plenty of other ways to achieve that.”

He pulls out of me, and spins me around so I’m facing him.
“I’m not fucking sharin’ you with another man”

I reach my hands up, and smooth the crease that’s formed on his brow.
“I’m talking sex toys babe. No other man is coming near me. You’re the only one I’m interested in.”

“Now that is something I’m open to,” he grins, bringing his mouth to mine.
I feel his cock twitch against me.

“Ready for round two?” I grin.

“Always.”

I poke at the weeping blister on my abdomen, wincing at the searing pai
n it produces as I remember Liam’s laughter as he put his cigarette out on my flesh last night. I open the cabinet in the bathroom, hoping that we have a bandaid in there, or some sort of sticking plaster to cover it. But there’s nothing. Of course there’s nothing.

Leaving the bathroom, I grab the remaining cigarettes from beside my bed and light one up, taking them out onto the
balcony with me where Toby is sitting, dressed in only boxers and a wife beater as he squints into the sunlight.

I off
er him a smoke and hold the lighter ready for him to spark up. “You really shouldn’t be smoking you know. You’re only fourteen.”

“I shouldn’t be having sex or taking drugs either. But that part didn’t seem to matter when you told Liam he could have me.”

“I don’t even fuckin’ remember that happening,” he argues. But I know he does. The fact that he’s looking away and studying the track marks on his boney arms tells me he remembers just fine.

I look over his arms, at the different patterns on his shoulders where he has most of his tattoos.

“I’ve been thinking about getting one of those,” I say, pointing at the tattoo of a devil fucking a woman on his arm.

“A tatt? Don’t be stupid. Liam hates chicks with tatts. He’ll take a fuckin’ cheese grater to you.”

Sitting up in bed, I turn my arm over to see my tattoo. Closing my eyes tightly, I try to forget the memory my dream just presented me with. I shudder at the thought of him using a cheese grater to remove it.

Three days to go.

I turn toward Cole lying next to me, sleeping soundly from a night filled with alcohol and sex, his leg sticking out of the sheets. My eyes drift over his thigh. The burn mark covers an area the size of a dinner plate and I wonder exactly how it happened. How did a man as powerful as Cole, get hurt so badly? And who would have the guts to do it?

He shift
s a little in his sleep as I slide my hand over the smooth skin and take hold of the sheet that drapes over his middle, moving it away to uncover his cock as it stands proudly, erect in his sleep. Slowly, I position myself over him, admiring his hard length before running my tongue from his base to his tip then taking him in my mouth.

His hands find their way into my hair as
he stirs. The first word that escapes his lips is a groaned, “Fuck.”

Sliding my hand between his legs, I cup his balls in my hand and give them a light squeeze, his cock jumps
in my mouth as he moans and grips my hair tighter. I taste his arousal on my tongue as I suck and swirl at his tip, lifting his balls and sliding my fingers just a little lower, pressing firmly on that short stretch of skin behind his balls.

He cock grows firmer in my mouth as he hisses in his breath, and pulls at my hair. “Fuckin’ swallow me again, baby. I want to see my cock, thick in your throat
. It’s fuckin’ amazin’.”

“How about a little internal pressure?” I whisper, letting my finger wander down a little further as I swirl my tongue around his tip once more.

“Baby, if anyone else asked me that, I’d tell them to fuck off. But with you. I’ll fuckin’ do anything.”

I smile and sit back slightly so he can see what I’m about to do, spreading my legs, I insert my fingers into my pussy, so they’re slick with my juices
. A deep hum vibrates out of his throat as he watches me.

Moving back over him, I look up at him through my lashes. “Are you ready for me?” I ask, my voice thick and husky sounding. The idea of making Cole cum harder than he ever has before is making my own inside
s ache like I’m in heat.

“Always, baby.”

There’s that word again. I only let it falter me momentarily before positioning myself over him again and lowering my mouth over his cock, pushing down, then coming back up until I have him deep in my throat. As I slide up and down, I glide my fingers, slick with my juices, down to his back door and press against his very tight hole, rolling my finger around the entrance until he relaxes and I slip my finger inside.

Reaching up his chest with my other arm, I drag my nails down his chest
as I devour his cock and massage him internally. When he cums, it’s so violent that he pulls my hair hard, his body curving forward as his cock erupts, rocketing his juices down my throat. “Fuck!” he roars.

Needing to feel him inside me, I drag my mouth back up his shaft and remove my finger, climbing on top of him and lowering myself over his shaft.

He moves his arm to rub at my clit as I ride him, but I place my hand on his, stopping him. “Not yet. I want this to last. I just want to feel you inside me.” I take hold of both of his hands and bring them up to my breasts, holding them there, my hands over his, as he massages my flesh and I ride his cock, committing every detail about being with him to memory. “You fill me up Cole,” I gasp as I grind at his base. “You fucking fill me up.” I don’t know if he gets what I mean or whether he just thinks I’m talking about his cock. But I’m talking about him entirely. He not only, fills my insides completely, but he fills my heart. He fills my soul.

My breath hitches a little as my emotions swell inside my chest, but I cover it with a gasp
as I guide one of his hands between my legs. “Ok, now,” I whisper, humming my pleasure as he rolls the tips of his finger around my swollen clit. Within seconds I’m convulsing over him, calling out his name.

Sitting up, but staying inside me, he rolls us over so he’s now on top, and looking down at me, smoothing the stray hairs that have escaped my braid, away from my face. “I love you,” he says softly, his eyes moving between mine as he speaks. “
I know I said it last night. But I wanted to say it again, without the booze in me.”

“I love you too, Cole.”

Just as we bring out mouths together, there’s a loud thump at the door. “Come on, Cole. Stop fuckin’ your woman and get out here. Club business.”

“Alright. Give me five.”

“I’ll tell Prez you’re comin’.”

As we listen to him walk away, I ask, “Who was that?”

“Mango.”

“Does he eat a lot of mangoes?”

“No, his name has a dirtier origin than that.” He grins and pushes up from the bed, taking my hand and pulling me after him into the ensuite.

“A dirty origin? Do tell, it could be something fun.”

He turns the water on and runs his hand underneath it, waiting for it to go warm. “He got caught eating one out of the cunt of some chick,” he grins.

“Well, hopefully she creamed it for him,”
I laugh, making light of it. It earns me a slap on the arse as he grins at my joke. “Keep doing things like that and you’ll get your Old Lady all turned on again, and you only have five minutes.”

“Then I’d better be fuckin’ fast,” he says, stepping into the shower and pulling me in after him. “
Now, bend over and touch your toes.”

I do as he says, and flinch as he slaps the other arse cheek. He rubs his hand over them, smoothing out the sting until it’s no more than a gentle warmth. “Just evening things up,” he rumbles as he grabs hold of my hips and pushes his cock inside me.

The blood rushes to my head as he pumps back and forth, slamming into me vigorously. He moves so fast, that I’m gasping out at the intensity as he drives into my depths, his cock is right against the perfect spot.

“Fuck I love your tight cunt, baby. It milks me like nothin’ else on this world.”

He explodes, groaning as he spills inside me. He reaches down and pulls me up, spinning me as he slides out, so that I’m facing him. His hands go either side of my face as he kisses me deeply before dropping his forehead to mine, breaking the kiss. “Stay in the shower. I have to go. But tonight, it’s gonna be all about you. I’m not gonna stop fuckin’ you until you’ve gushed all over my cock.”

“Is that
a promise?” I murmur.

“It’s a fuckin’ guarantee.” He kisses me one last time before stepping out of the cubicle. “
God, I hate leavin’ you like this. But I’ve gotta go.”

“I’ll keep,” I smile, watching him tear his eyes away from my body.

“Don’t forget to rub the ointment on your tatt,” he calls out to me from the other room.

“I won’t,” I return, turning my arm over to admire
the artwork that ties me to him. My throat constricts and my eyes burn as the memory of my dream forces me to acknowledge that I won’t have it for long. Liam will find a barbaric way to remove it from my skin – just like he did with my mother.

***

“Where are all the Old Ladies with kids? Shouldn’t they be on lockdown with us?” I ask my mum, as I help her and Cora in the kitchen while we prepare lunch.

“They all go on a holiday until we’re sure it’s all safe. You don’t want kids around when something shitty could go down.”

“How long do we all have to stay here?” 

“Who knows?
This has happened before. It’s not so bad. Your dad just doesn’t want us leaving the compound and going to our houses because he can’t protect us all properly if we’re scattered about,” mum explains as she holds her hand out, and I pass her the giant tin of tomatoes I just opened.

“Well what happens if they attack the compound? Aren’t we all just sitting ducks here?” I watch her as she pours the tomatoes in with a plop before stirring them vigorously into the meat, the steam from the pot cause beads of sweat to form on her brow
.

She pauses to look at me. “There’ll be no worry of that. There’s lookouts stationed all around the town. If they come anywhere near us, the men will ride out and get rid of them before they reach us.”

“Ok,” I say, measuring out some herbs to hand to her next. “Although, let’s just say they come from every direction. What happens then?”

“Then those who can fight stay and the rest of us evacuate.”

“How?”

She lets out a huff of breath, like she’s losing her patience with my line of questioning. “Maddie. Relax. We’re all going to be safe. The men know what the
y’re doing. There’s a tunnel that runs under the compound. It lets out in the bush, it’s completely hidden and only a few of us know where it is. We’ve never had to use it. But it’s there. Just in case. Are you satisfied now?”

“Where is it?” I ask, realising that this could be how I get out undetected.

“I’ve never used it, but as far as I know, it’s in the garage. Now hand me some oregano.” She holds her hand out to me and I pass her the requested herb. Standing quietly next to her as I think about the location of the tunnel. I had hoped to go back to my father’s house and steal away in the night from there. Either that, or I was going to have to try and break through the fencing. But if there’s a tunnel, I might just be able to do this without getting caught. That way I can save everyone. I can save my family.

When mum
places the lid on the pot and turns the stovetop down to low, Cora returns from the pantry, her arms filled with pasta and bread rolls. Working together, all three of us chat amiably. I ask my mum why she does so much around here and she explains that she likes to feel useful.

“A lot of the men have good hearts, they came here because they needed a family and for whatever reason they found it in us.
It’s our way of taking care of them, just like they’ve always taken care of me.”

“Have they always had a rivalry with the
Demon Brothers?”

“For as long as I’ve been here they have. I don’t know
how it started. They’re evil bastards though. I wouldn’t want to get mixed up with them.”

“Same here, it’s just always been that way,” Cora adds.

“Cole said they took his mother,” I reveal, watching Cora’s expression closely to see how she reacts. I know she looks at Cole like a son.

“He told you that did he?”

“Yeah, and about how he got that scar.” I know I’m baiting her. But I want information. I want to know and what we’re all dealing with.

My mother looks from me to Cora as she listens.

“It’s a crying shame that she did that to him. Poor kid. And at only six years old too. He just wanted his mother to stay with him.”

“Setting your kid on fire is a bit drastic,”
I say, still guessing at the details, figuring that if I act like I know, she’ll talk about it.

“I don’t know that she meant to.
Cole was young, so he wouldn’t remember everythin’. I’d been here for about six months when it happened. There was always somethin’ off about her, I thought. Think maybe, she had a big drug problem, which at the time, Prez didn’t give a shit about. You and your mum weren’t even here then, so things were a bit different.

“
Anyway, they were havin’ a meeting with the Demon Brothers – like peace talks or something’. You know, establishing who ran in what territory so they’d stay out of each other’s way. When they was leavin’ fuckin’ Loraine ran after ‘em and Cole tried to go with her. She yelled that she didn’t want no brat kid messin’ up her life anymore and pushed him away. Poor fuckin’ kid, fell into a fire barrel and it set his leg on fire.