Page 2 of Savage Spades

“Why do you always do that, Kit? You can’t just let me sleep a bit longer?” she asked.

Warning bells went off in his head. If she’d noticed a pattern, that meant he’d slept with her too many times. He made a mental note to avoid the blonde tonight.

“Can’t have you stealin’ any of my shit,” he said as he crossed the room and started picking up their clothes from the floor. He threw the clothes on the bed and the blonde grabbed them and started to dress. She paused to wake up her friend, and he waited for them to leave. The brunette reached her hand out and rubbed it over the tattoos that covered his left arm on her way out.

“You sure you don’t need any help this morning?” she asked in a sultry tone.

His dick twitched at her offer but he had work to take care of. “Maybe another time sweetheart.”

She dropped her hand, and he smacked her ass as she walked past him. Locking the door behind them, he then stripped off his clothes to get into the shower to wash off the smell of booze and sex. He’d usually sleep in longer but with Church this morning, he didn’t wanna fall back asleep.

After taking a quick shower, he walked to the back of the clubhouse where his garage was. When he’d wanted to open a repair shop, Gunner had offered to have it built on the land next to the clubhouse. It’d worked out perfectly for Kit since he was only steps away from his job, and he was able to hire his brothers. When he entered, he was surprised to see Hugo there, working on a Mercedes. Kit slapped his hand.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Hugo asked.

Hugo was the only brother that was bigger than Kit. He stood a few inches taller and could almost double Kit’s bench press. Hugo’s beard was full and he didn’t have tattoos on his arm like Kit did.

Kit shrugged. “Figure I’d get to work.”

Hugo used the wrench to point over to a bike in the corner.

“Gunner needs an oil change if you wanna get started on that.”

Kit nodded and made his way over to the bike.

*****

“We need to make sure everyone is out of the bar before we light it up. Got it?” Gunner yelled, over the sound of all their engines. Kit bounced his knee against the bike, ready to start the ride.

They all nodded their heads in understanding. Jett took off first, next was Gunner, Zeke, and then the rest of them. It was a warm night so he didn’t wear anything under his cut beside a thin, gray t-shirt. The wind rippled through his shirt as the bike bumped over the dirt roads until they made it out of the clubhouse to the smooth pavement. They rode faster than the speed limit, passing other cars and probably scaring the shit out of the drivers. There was no greater high than riding, especially on a warm night like tonight. Riding is what brought them all together. It was the entire point of the Savage Spades.

When he was a teenager, filled with anger and nowhere to let it out, he’d take his bike on the road just like this. Nothing else calmed him down like riding. The family that came with being a member of the club was just a side effect. Riding in a group this large required a great deal of trust. It was why they referred to each other as brothers. They were more than just a group of men who spent time together…they were a brotherhood.

The ride ended too soon. They stopped in front of Old Timers. The big, neon ‘open’ sign hung over the wooden porch. A few people stood outside with beer bottles in their hands but judging by the number of cars in the gravel parking lot, there were a lot more inside. It was the usual bar they frequented so no one would even raise an eyebrow to all the bikes showing upfront. If anything, Dustin was probably restocking the keg right now to get ready for them. Kit shut the engine off and climbed off his bike, setting the helmet on the back.

“Hugo, I need you to get all the innocents out first. Ace, make sure Dustin doesn’t try to run,” Gunner said.

Hugo went into the bar first, and Ace walked around the back. It wasn’t long before people started rushing out the front door. When a man the size of Hugo tells you to do something, people usually listen. Women in cut-off shorts and cowboy boots dashed to their cars already knowing that something bad was going to happen. Most people would consider it a risk to hang out at Old Timers anyways since everyone in town knew that’s where the Savage Spades liked to spend their time.

Once almost all the cars in the parking lot were gone, Gunner walked inside. Zeke followed behind him, and Kit followed afterward. Ace was sitting across the bar from Dustin with a hard look in his eyes. Dustin’s eyes were wide and a bead of sweat ran from his forehead down to his chin. Hugo stood at the back exit with his arms crossed over his chest, like some kind of bouncer.

“Everyone get out?” Gunner asked Hugo.

“All clear, just this piece of shit.”

The front door slammed and they all turned their heads to see Jett dragging in a canister of gasoline. Dustin tried to take advantage of the distraction and run from behind the bar, but Ace was out of the barstool in a flash. He shoved Dustin so he fell on the sticky floor.

“Listen, I don’t know what you think I did, but don’t do this,” Dustin begged as he pushed himself across the floor, trying to get away from them. He had nowhere to go.

“We don’t give mercy to a rapist,” Zeke spat, his eyes holding a kind of rage that Kit had never seen before.

Dustin’s eyes widened. “Rapist?”

Zeke grabbed the gun from his waistband and slapped Dustin across the face with it. Once, then twice. Gunner grabbed Zeke’s arm before he could hit him a third time.

“Tie him up,” Gunner told Hugo.

“Come on, Gunner! I didn’t do it! I would never do that,” Dustin pleaded, his face covered with blood and tears.

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