Page 18 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

Chapter Six

Niran

I’d been through the worst of hazing as a Marine recruit. Then, I went through similar when I joined the Satan’s Devils MC. I thought I’d seen it all and could put up with anything.

I’d barely scratched the surface.

When Duke had taken me out of the room we’d been talking in and into the crowded clubhouse, he’d whistled loudly, and waited until he’d gotten everyone’s attention.

“Listen up, fuckers! We’ve got a new hangaround. Answers to Boy.”

A stunned silence had greeted him, then Knife had come up to my side. “Let’s show him what we’re made of, Brothers.” Having delivered those ominous sounding words, he yelled, “Asslicker, come show Boy here the ropes.”

A man wearing a prospect patch comes over at a run. “Prez!” He salutes, and then sneers at me, his eyes widening with shock. “He’s a prospect?”

“Less than that,” Knife answers. “Got to prove himself before he thinks of even putting on a prospect patch.” He gives me a dubious look. “I’m not convinced he’s going to be able to do that. Been riding with some wannabe assholes.” This is directed to the patched members rather than the prospect. “The Satan’s Devils.”

“Devils?” One man with fewer teeth than Snips steps forward, lisping through the gaps in his mouth. “I heard they were going straight.”

“This fucker know what type of fuckin’ club we are?” someone who I can’t pick out shouts, and is immediately hushed by his neighbours. Hmm, yeah, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea by now. It’s not my face that doesn’t fit, my skin is too dark for them.

“Rules.” Duke snaps his fingers, getting my attention back to him. “You’re the lowest on the totem pole. You do what you’re told by anyone, the only exception being the club whores, and you don’t even speak to them. Got it?”

I nod my head while tensing my jaw. I fucking got it.

For the next couple of hours, I’m run ragged. There are three prospects here—Asslicker, Tony and Ruddle—who seem to think all their Christmases have arrived at once with someone they can order around.

The club keeps two guard dogs, and guess who’s sent to clean their shit up? Apparently, it’s a job no one likes doing, and it showed. There was tons of crap. Then I’d been sent to clean the heads, and fuck, it wasn’t that it wasn’t anything I didn’t expect. Get a group of men together, and there’s piss all over the place. It was the sight I’d walked into that caused me surprise—a man clearly enjoying a blow job. Not that the woman had any say in the matter, he was forcing her head onto his crotch, holding her so tightly, she was gagging and trying to breathe.

He’d just spared one glance at me, then went back to what he was doing.

I went about my work, cleaning what I could, while trying for the sake of my sanity to keep my eyes off the couple. Can’t make waves, I repeated to myself. Not if I want to save Saffie.

When he’d finished with her, he let the gasping girl fall to the ground. When the door had closed behind him, I went over to help her up, handing her some toilet paper to clean her face.

“This ain’t no life for you,” I tell her, gruffly. “Anywhere’s got to be better than here.”

Sad, tear-filled eyes, look up at me. “You think I’ve got a choice?” When my eyes narrow, she continues, “Women don’t get away from the Crazy Wolves.”

The door opens behind us, pushed so hard it slams against the wall. “Boy, you in here?”

Swallowing my crazy desire to shout back, yes Massa, I offer a simple, “Yeah.”

“Duke’s got a job for you.” His eyes fall on the woman who’s splashing her face. “Bitches ain’t for you, Boy,” he sneers as if I was the one who’d gotten her in that state.

“I’m aware,” I reply, pulling off my rubber gloves. “Where do I find Duke?”

“In his fuckin’ office, of course.”

When he shows me his back, I know I’m going to have to find that for myself.

It’s a strange club, and one that doesn’t welcome me or my kind. As I make my way through the clubhouse, evading legs stretched out deliberately trying to trip me, I notice everyone seems to be made from the same mould. All White, a few shaven bald, and many sporting swastika tats. Inwardly I shudder, knowing I’m lucky to be alive, while wondering why I still am.

When you’re part of a minority, you develop a hypervigilance, which becomes part of your life. You wear your difference like a second skin. Privilege can be found in many places, where the majority is the normal and where you at the least, don’t fit in, or worse, could be in danger. Whether it’s because you’re a sole woman in the room, a gay amidst a bunch of straights, or as in this case, a Black in a roomful of White supremacists.

It’s not me being hypersensitive when I believe, given half a chance most of these men would tear me limb from limb. Duke’s toying with me, I know it, and the question is why. Clearly there are obvious benefits for me in this game, the top one being, I’m still alive. I wish I knew the rules though, knowing one wrong move could see me lose. This den of snakes would be all over me, and I don’t see any sign of a ladder.

Consequently, I’m wary of approaching any of the members and asking to be directed to the VP’s office, so I head for where I see Asslicker serving beers. When he’s got a free moment, I lean over the bar.

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