Page 1 of Torch's Torment

Chapter 1

Torch

Burn

The wheels of my bike eating up the pavement, the wind in my face and the sun at my back centers my mind from the chaos created by two women I can’t stop thinking about. One is innocent and sweet; everything I crave in a woman. The other is lethal with secrets of her own. Another thing I crave in a woman. With both of them causing chaos in my mind, when Capone asked me to do this mission, I didn’t hesitate to agree. I needed to clear my mind and figure out what I’m going to do.

This is a solo mission but Derange decided to ride along with me. He needed to get away also. Things between him and the Royal Bastards porn star Jezebelle aren’t the greatest right now. They’ve been on and off for years and his biggest issue is letting her do porn. When a Royal Bastard claims a woman, they’re exclusive to each other and no one else. She refuses to quit, so in return, Derange refuses to put his patch or mark on her. But what they’re going through can be figured out quickly. My problems, on the other hand, aren’t. When you have two women vying for your attention, they both will do whatever they can to keep you. Which in return, is causing tension in the Clubhouse. In a sick and twisted way, I’m enjoying their drama, but I’m also sick of it and I know I have to make a decision soon before they both wreak more havoc on the Clubhouse and Danyella puts my balls in a vice. I’m pretty attached to said balls and want to keep them attached to my body.

Derange and I are heading south into Mexico and creating some fireworks down in the heart of Santa Isabel. We’re sending the cartel a message; we’re not ones to be fucked with and we’re hitting one of their warehouses. When we get back, I have unresolved issues with information we found out before Capone and Danyella’s wedding with the Black-Market Railroad.

I thought we were done with this shit, but apparently not. And the Russians are deeply involved, bringing that shit in my city again. That’s where we found Daisy. The sweet, innocent woman who’s crawled her way under my skin and wormed her way into my mind, was raped by John James. She’s come a long way since Monica and Blayze found her in Monica’s studio. I’m proud of the woman she’s becoming but worried she’s still harboring PTSD from her kidnapping and rape and won’t admit to it.

Derange and I pull behind a small gas station about five miles away from our destination. I turn my bike off, pull down my gaiter and dismount. We’re not stopping for gas but checking our packages to make a big move against the cartel. We’re done being the pawns and since removing the head of the snake, a new one is trying to emerge and we’re here to stop it.

“All set?” Derange comes up behind me and peeks over my shoulder.

“Fucker, back off. This is top secret.” I joke with Derange. The club knows the way I work and it’s usually alone, but I welcome Derange’s company. “What’s up with Jezebelle?”

Derange grunts before stepping away. I finish mixing up my cocktails when he speaks. “I don’t know for sure. She’s not wanting to quit and I’m not willing to watch. We’re at an impasse until one of us caves.”

I stand and stretch my back, “That sucks. You two will figure it out. It’s a gut feeling I have.”

“What about you?” Derange lights up a smoke and leans against the side of the building. “Gotta be hard having two women chasing after you.” Derange smirks.

“Hard is an understatement,” I mumble under my breath.

“Do you know which one you want?”

“No, I don’t. They both have what I want. How do you choose?”

“If you don’t make a decision soon, they’re going to decide for you and you’ll be left out.”

“Hmm…” My mind goes to images of Rose and Daisy getting it on together, all sweaty and moaning. Rose licking Daisy’s pussy, eating her out like a starved woman while Daisy is sucking my cock and I’m fucking Rose with my fingers. I wonder if they’d be up for a ménage a Trois. Damn, now I’ve got a hard-on and no way to relieve it.

“Bro, that’s fucked up.” Derange laughs. “Here I am all pissed off with Jezebelle cause she won’t stop fucking other people and you’re day-dreaming about fucking two women at the same time. Maybe I’m going about this all wrong.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I shake my head, trying to clear the images out. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t need to. It’s written all over your face and showing through your jeans. I can give you a few minutes of five finger time if you need it.” Derange holds up his right hand and wiggles his fingers. Fucker. He stomps out his smoke with his boot and walks towards his bike.

I quickly pack up my saddle bags, think of something other than Daisy and Rose fucking each other while I watch and straddle my bike. I pull my gaiter up over my face and fire her up. The deep rumble of my Harley straightens my mind and I put thoughts of those two in the back until this is over.

We pull out and head to our destination. The dirt and sand kicking up behind us as we travel the last few miles. God, I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here. Mexico has never been a fun place for me and I’d rather leave it in the rearview mirror than return ever again. The last time I had to come here, Capone, our Prez, was run off the road and we didn’t know if he was going to make it. Then Danyella, his Ol’ Lady and now wife, ended up finding his daughter during a shootout at the bar set up by Joaquin Salazar, who thought Capone was his grandson but turned out it wasn’t. Fuck, my Prez has had a lot of drama these last couple of years. Something’s got to give but it doesn’t look like it’ll happen for a while.

Derange and I pull off and walk a few hundred feet toward the warehouse. There’s no one here and it’s hot as fuck. I have sweat dripping down me in places I didn’t know was possible. I’m itching to get this done as quick as I can but be efficient so I can get back to the Clubhouse.

I open a door and go inside. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Something feels off but I can’t figure out what yet. There’s not much reprieve from the heat but being inside gets us out of the beating sun. Making my way to the basement of the warehouse, I set up the explosives and a timer. Then I go to each corner of the basement and set up my cocktails. After many trials and errors, I finally found the right mix that will explode when the timer goes off, demolishing anything in its way. Once I’m finished with this building, there will be nothing left. I head upstairs and do the same up here.

Crates upon crates are stacked all over the place. Derange pops one open and we peer inside. He releases a low whistle and pulls out an AK-47.

“Damn, there’s enough here to start a war.” Derange puts the semi-automatic rifle back and closes the crate.

“That’s what they’re trying to do. Start a war but we’re going to end it.” I rap my knuckles on the top of the crate and finish setting everything up. “C’mon let’s blow this joint.” I release a low chuckle and we walk out of the warehouse.

We’re heading back to our bikes when Derange stops and turns around, surveying the area. “Something’s off.”

“What do you mean?”

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