Page 1 of The Biker's Red Christmas

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LASH

"Now this is how you throw a party." Spike laughs as he reaches out and grabs the closest woman to him, palming her ass. She gasps before she giggles and collapses against him.

"That's right, brother. Show her who's boss." I smirk at him but shake my head at his display.

The air in the clubhouse is thick with weed smoke and musk. The place is swarming with women and hangarounds. Usually, that's not the case in here, but Nisa has put Leo in a very good mood. In fact, my president has been in a good mood ever since we've gotten rid of Marc. I'm pretty sure his ol' lady could tell him to bring her the moon, and he'd hop on his bike and go get it for her.

"You going to go find you a piece of ass?" Spike asks as he drapes his arm around the woman he just groped.

"You know it, brother. I'm looking for something special tonight." My eyes scan the room, and I clock every woman in attendance. Unfortunately, I'm not looking at them because I want to fuck them, but just to make sure no one is in here to start any trouble.

Having this many people in our clubhouse is making my scars itch. After the bombing, I can't seem to relax. I know Marc is gone, and there's no one else we need to be worried about right now, but still, living through something like that is enough to give me a little bit of PTSD.

"Don't wait too long, brother. You know how the guys in here are; you'll find yourself having a date with your palm tonight if you don't hurry up." Spike laughs again before he leans down and grabs the woman in front of him by her thighs so he can toss her over his shoulder, caveman style. That's Spike's only style. He's a damn brute. Hell, we all are.

Squeezing myself through the dance floor, doing my best not to jostle anyone, I walk over to the bar and grab hold of the bottle of Hennessy. I don't even bother to ask for a glass. This is going to be mine tonight.

"Everything okay, sugar?" Misty asks as she leans forward on the bar top. Her shirt is so tight and short, I'm sure if she breathes hard, her tits are going to pop out of the fabric. That'd be something to see. Not that I haven't seen it already. I've had Misty quite a few times, and I know if worst comes to worst, she'll have no issue letting me rail her until the sun comes up.

I'm just not feeling it tonight. "Yeah, I'm straight." I nod once before turning my back to her. I hear her huff out a sigh. She was probably thinking that I would come on to her tonight. Who knows? The night is still young.

"Lash." I hear my president's booming voice over the loud music and the laughter of people having a good time. Instantly, a cold sweat breaks out over my brow, and I push back through the crowd so I can get to him. This shit can't be happening again. Not tonight.

I groan and shove one of the hangarounds hard when he doesn't get out of my way fast enough. My eyes scan the distance for Leo. I see the back of his head. His body language is telling me that something is wrong, but I can't see his face.

The last time we had a party and something went wrong, it was because Nisa tried to have us blown to kingdom come. Sure, she had her reasons, but who's to say that shit won't happen again? At least from someone else.

By the time I get to Leo, my heart is beating a million miles an hour in my chest, and I'm still searching the area for the threat. There's always a fucking threat.

"Boss?" I come to stand next to him, but he doesn't stop looking in the direction he's focused on. I do my best to follow his line of sight, but there are so many people in the building that I can't see for sure who he's looking at.

"Did you put out an open invitation to the Hands of Hell?" Leo growls, and my rapid beating heart silences and drops to the pit of my gut. Ever since that crap with Nisa and Marc went down, we've had a semi-peaceful alliance with the Hands of Hell. We don't fuck with them, and they don't fuck with us, but that doesn't mean we want them on our turf. Not at all.

"No, fuck no." I answer quickly and continue to look out into the crowd, trying to find the Hands of Hell member. Now that I know who I'm looking for, it's easier to spot them. Two of their members, clad in their Hands of Hell kuttes, are standing just on the other side of the room, talking to two of the strippers we've invited to show us a good time.

"Let's go make sure they're not here to start any trouble." Leo snaps and starts moving forward. Unlike me, when Leo moves, so does everyone else. He doesn't have to push his way through the hangarounds or the strippers in attendance. They move to the side for him, parting like the damn Red Sea.

Seconds later, the two Hands of Hell members look up at Leo, and the greasy smile they were just wearing turns into a sinister smirk. They know they aren't welcome here, but they also know that we're not going to start any shit with them unless they provoke it. At least Leo isn't. He's all about talking shit these days. As the enforcer of the club, I find I do my best talking with my fists and the array of weapons I have stashed away in my room. Blood is my best friend, and I'm more than willing to have a meeting with it tonight.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Leo asks as we get closer to them.

"Easy, big man, we're not here to start any trouble," one of them says. I don't know either of them, and from the look of it, they are very high up in the ranks. If they were, they'd know better than to talk to Leo like that.

"I asked you a fucking question. Either you tell me what the fuck you're doing here, or I'll have my boys toss you the fuck out."

The three of them stare at each other a minute too long. Just that look alone seems like a threat—one I can handle in a second without anyone being any the wiser.

"Leo?" I hear Spike call out, and when I look over my shoulder, I see a few of my brothers walking in my direction. They must see what we're doing over here. If there's one thing I can say about Chrome Creed, it's that we'll do whatever we have to keep each other whole. It's a true brotherhood through and through, even though none of us are actually blood-related.

"You've got about three seconds before tonight ends very badly for you." I snarl and take a step forward, getting between my president and the two intruders.

"Like I said, take it easy. We came here with a message and saw that you were having a party. You can't blame us when you have all this sweet trim running around." The man in front of me says and has the intelligence to take a step back.

Looking over my shoulder at Leo, he nods his head, and I let the two of them talk.

"What message did you come here with?" Leo asks, already calming the situation down.

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