Page 2 of Hell Bent

Looking up, Vicious saw Tea sauntering toward their table with another round of beers. When she set the bottles down, Player pulled her onto his lap. Joker gave the girl a wink, annoying Player, which was his goal. Vicious chuckled and watched as she turned around, putting her back to Player’s chest, straddling the brother’s lap. Leaning back, both Vicious and Joker got ready to watch the show. Stretching his long legs out, he crossed them at the ankles.

Tea rolled her hips, riding Player’s crotch. His hands gripped her waist, keeping her tight to him. When she looked over at Joker, Player grabbed her by the hair and turned her head where she faced him.

Joker chuckled as the girl kept her attention on Player. From his spot, Vicious watched as she started peeling off her leather top. Player shoved her forward and unzipped his jeans, pulling her back down onto his cock, and Tea moaned. Oh yeah, this was about to be a show.

Joker watched as Tea licked her lips, her hands squeezing her tits. Joker stood up and unzipped his pants. Sliding his hand down into his jeans, he pulled out his dick and stroked it so Tea could watch him. Player was fucking her pussy hard. Joker stepped between Tea and the poker table, grabbing her by the head and pushing her face down so she could suck him off.

Vicious glanced over, watching the show. His cock twitched, but he didn’t like sloppy seconds. Moving away from the table, he grabbed a bottle of scotch and went looking for Elea, another club girl. He found Kiki strapped to an old barber chair, legs spread wide, her hands stroking off two patch holders while another straddled her face and fucked her mouth. The way she squirmed in the chair,Vicious knew her pussy was needy. Still, he wasn’t interested.

Heading to his private room, he spotted Elea hanging out with one of the younger patch holders. “Private party?” Vicious asked. The brother looked at him and said no. That was because he knew the deal, which was if the VP wanted the pussy, he got the pussy. It was good to be high-ranking sometimes. Vicious could care less who she fucked after he was done with her, he just needed to knock the bottom out of her fucking cunt and get his nut.

A half-hour later, Vicious walked back into the common room and found a seat at the poker table. “Deal me in.” Movement across the room caught his attention. Zoe was behind the bar, bouncing to the music and flipping bottles as she poured shots of whisky for the brothers who were lined up. She knew how to entertain with or without using her mouth and pussy, and she was house mom, which meant she was responsible for the girls. According to her, she was Teller’s ol’ lady, though nothing had been officially stated by the Prez about her being off-limits. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be out on the streets with just the clothes on her back.

Vicious’s view was momentarily blocked as Wynn stepped into view. He was about to wave her off when she placed a bottle and four glasses on the table. “Zoe said to let her know if you need anything else, Teller.”

Vicious looked to his left as his Prez took a seat next to him. “Tell her I said to get her ass over here,” Teller told Wynn.

“Right away.”

Teller gave the girl a wink as she stepped away. Dragging the bottle to him, Vicious opened it and poured whisky into all four glasses. Sliding the glasses to the brothers, he noticed Teller kept Zoe in his line of sight. Maybe there was something between them.

The amber liquor was warm and inviting as Vicious sipped on it. Glancing across the room, he watched a couple brothers getting blowjobs from one of the local girls. At the same time, others were engaged in conversations. Dancers crawled across bar tops, and one female showed off her talents on a pole, entertaining a few brothers. Other girls who came for the party danced by the bar, gyrating to the music. There was always a variety of local females who attended the parties, looking to grab the attention of one or more members. Most of the girls were looking for a way out of a bad situation, and wearing a property patch meant protection for them.

Commotion by the pool table stopped Vicious from pouring himself another drink. It looked like Hemlock and Blackjack were arguing over yet another game. “You’d think those two would avoid playing pool with one another,” he said offhandedly.

“Those two live to fuck with each other.” Player laughed before tossing back another shot.

Vicious chuckled. “Just like you and Joker. The two of you bitch like you’re married.”

“Teller, where you been hiding?” Joker asked innocently as Player shook his head. It was the wrong thing for the brother to ask. Teller didn’t like being questioned about hiscomings and goings, especially with the mood he appeared to be in.

“Are you my fucking mother, Joker? Do I need to tell you when I go shit? When I fuck a woman? Do I need to give you my fucking bedtime?” Teller glared at the chapter’s Road Captain. What he did was his god damn business.

Everyone at the table buttoned their lips, except Vicious. “Teller, chill, brother. Joker was just making conversation.” Teller shoved out of the chair, sending it sailing across the floor.

Not one to cower, Vicious did the same, facing off with his Prez. If push came to shove, he’d have more backing than fucking Teller. Just because Jameson handpicked the man didn’t mean Vicious had to agree with it. “You wanna go at me?” Teller shouted at him.

There was no love lost between them and not enough mutual respect to keep either one from jumping. If Teller wanted it, Vicious would see it through. He’d rather not show the Prez up, but he’d been in the chapter since the start. Teller was still new to them and finding his way within the chapter. But after two years, he should have figured it out.

“No, but I’m not gonna stand by while you start fights with our brothers just because something’s crawled up your ass,” Vicious shouted back at Teller.

Teller glared at Vicious, his nostrils flaring as his fists clenched. The brother was right—he was picking a fight. He shouldn’t have come to the clubhouse, not being in the mood he was in. What he should have done was called his VP for a private sit-down. There was heat coming down onthem about a missing person. Instead, he decided to handle it personally.

He needed to learn how to trust Vicious as Jameson suggested. It was just a hard thing for him to do. His life was one fucking knife in the back after another. Settling his bad mood, he unclenched his fists. Turning his head slightly from Vicious, he looked at the Road Captain. “Joker, sorry, brother.”

“No problem.”

When Teller turned back to Vicious, the two locked eyes. Both annoyed, neither was willing to break eye contact. Neither wanted to look weak in front of the other brothers or guests. Neither wanted to make the other look inferior. Putting out his hand, Teller waited to see if Vicious would take it. When he did, Teller pulled him in and slapped him on the back. “Don’t think this is settled,” Teller said firmly for only Vicious to hear.

“Next time, we won’t be in the middle of the clubhouse.” Vicious made sure Teller heard him before letting him go.

“Maybe you should drag Zoe to your room. I’ll cover the bar. Go get rid of whatever devil is riding you tonight,” Vicious suggested off-handedly. Cocking a look at Teller, he watched as the man decided his next move.

“Sounds like a better plan than whipping your big ass.” Teller chuckled as he walked toward the bar. Vicious knew the laugh, and the fact that Teller had let the confrontation go for the moment eased the tension in the room. He was certain Teller would come after him sooner or later. There was always retribution when you popped off at the Prez.

Following Teller, Vicious stepped behind the bar as Zoe grazed past him. Her tits pressed against his midsection as her hand brushed his crotch. The bitch did that to all the brothers, teasing and tempting them, then she’d tell them all she was Teller’s. But not once had they heard those words tumble from his mouth. One day, that shit might come back to haunt her beautiful ass, and he’d be in the front of the line to bend her over and fuck her tight ass.

Looking around, he hadn’t realized the clubhouse had gone silent when the shouting started. Signalling for everyone to mind their own business, things got cranked up again. Vicious looked toward the back hallway and caught Teller dragging Zoe behind him. Teller needed to trust him if the chapter had any chance in hell of making it. One man could not make it work.

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