Forbidden Beauty (Coffin Cheaters Motorcycle Club) by Abriella Blake Page A
Authors: Abriella Blake
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war.
Chapter Ten
* * *
As dawn rose slowly over the swamplands, I knew I had my
work cut out for me. I needed to distract the council, first and foremost. It
was imperative that they believe there was some new MC tooling around the city,
some new MC behind Ra Ra Rodney's death and the raid on Scotty's bar. For the
first time, an utterly simple idea presented itself: I could just tell the
truth. I'd leave out the part about wanting to fuck my greatest enemy, but I
could easily tell the council that I'd heard of strange riders in the city,
wearing some new crest and clown masks. I was Den fucking Mother, after all.
They'd have to at least pretend to believe me.
I'd appeal to Tall Man first, as he was the smartest. I
would say I'd befriended a Knight, that he'd—in fact—saved my life on the
highway. Tall Man was ruthless, but he was logical: it didn't make sense for a
Knight to save a Cheater, only to plot for the whole club's ruin at a later
date. All at once, everything seemed so simple. We'd get the Cheaters and the
Knights to join forces against this new and faceless enemy. We'd form a super
MC, helmed by myself and the handsome, chiseled leader of my opponent's pack.
Everything was coming up roses! I could still save the day! I hollered a
victory cry into the morning air.
But there was a strange scene on view when I reached the
clubhouse. Typically, riders didn't rustle till 11am or so—often having gotten
crazy the night before—but as I approached the compound, I realized that
everyone was already up and out. I heard the hum of a dozen bike engines, all
giddy for the open road. As I downshifted up the moat, I caught sight of Viper
and Dog smoking rollies near the main house, their heads bent low with
conspiracy.
“What's everyone doing up so early?” I called to my friend,
hopping off my Bob. Yet again, Dog's eyes were flinty. But for the first time,
I noticed in them a trace of something strange and new. Was it... suspicion?
“I've got a better question,” my old friend lobbed. “Where
have you been?”
“Out. What's it to you, jackass?” Only instead of caving
below the tease, like he usually did, Dog turned his back to me, rolling his
eyes with disgust.
“I'm serious, Viper. What's everyone doing?”
“Shouldn't you be clucking in the house, with the other
hens?” the sallow-faced kid smirked. “I know that Flapper was asking after you.
Sounded like he had a cold bed last night.”
I was floored. What did they think they were doing, talking
to me like this? I had years in the Cheaters on them. I had earned the respect
of every man in this fucking MC, and these two little shitheels...
“I hope you both realize you're talking to your Den
Mother . You think I won't take your shit-talk up with Dixon and Tall Man,
you have another think coming.”
Vipe rolled his eyes again, and began to skulk away. But before he'd gone too
far, he whirled on his boots. “You're such an idiot, Gisele,” he spat.
“Everybody knows that 'den mother' is just a fancy word for sweet ass. Every
single one of us is just waiting for you to pony up, like all those other
bitches. Ain't no place in an MC for a girl that's not between the sheets.”
With a toss of his rattail, he indicated the kitchen, where I imagined Esse and
Nunu and Rayna were already exchanging lurid tales from their recent evening.
I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. No one had ever
spoken to me that way before, not once in my whole life. And I'd never, ever
felt so low, so betrayed by my kinsman—my brothers . It wasn't as if I'd
come crawling to the Coffin Cheaters, like some typical townie with Daddy
issues, ready and willing to offer myself up to some benevolent old rider for a
little bit of money and affection.
I turned to Dog for support, but he wouldn't meet my gaze.
Maybe the shit-kicker was thinking about how he'd been the first one to have
me, the first one to pop my cherry of the bunch. For how vacant I felt, all
Chapter Ten
* * *
As dawn rose slowly over the swamplands, I knew I had my
work cut out for me. I needed to distract the council, first and foremost. It
was imperative that they believe there was some new MC tooling around the city,
some new MC behind Ra Ra Rodney's death and the raid on Scotty's bar. For the
first time, an utterly simple idea presented itself: I could just tell the
truth. I'd leave out the part about wanting to fuck my greatest enemy, but I
could easily tell the council that I'd heard of strange riders in the city,
wearing some new crest and clown masks. I was Den fucking Mother, after all.
They'd have to at least pretend to believe me.
I'd appeal to Tall Man first, as he was the smartest. I
would say I'd befriended a Knight, that he'd—in fact—saved my life on the
highway. Tall Man was ruthless, but he was logical: it didn't make sense for a
Knight to save a Cheater, only to plot for the whole club's ruin at a later
date. All at once, everything seemed so simple. We'd get the Cheaters and the
Knights to join forces against this new and faceless enemy. We'd form a super
MC, helmed by myself and the handsome, chiseled leader of my opponent's pack.
Everything was coming up roses! I could still save the day! I hollered a
victory cry into the morning air.
But there was a strange scene on view when I reached the
clubhouse. Typically, riders didn't rustle till 11am or so—often having gotten
crazy the night before—but as I approached the compound, I realized that
everyone was already up and out. I heard the hum of a dozen bike engines, all
giddy for the open road. As I downshifted up the moat, I caught sight of Viper
and Dog smoking rollies near the main house, their heads bent low with
conspiracy.
“What's everyone doing up so early?” I called to my friend,
hopping off my Bob. Yet again, Dog's eyes were flinty. But for the first time,
I noticed in them a trace of something strange and new. Was it... suspicion?
“I've got a better question,” my old friend lobbed. “Where
have you been?”
“Out. What's it to you, jackass?” Only instead of caving
below the tease, like he usually did, Dog turned his back to me, rolling his
eyes with disgust.
“I'm serious, Viper. What's everyone doing?”
“Shouldn't you be clucking in the house, with the other
hens?” the sallow-faced kid smirked. “I know that Flapper was asking after you.
Sounded like he had a cold bed last night.”
I was floored. What did they think they were doing, talking
to me like this? I had years in the Cheaters on them. I had earned the respect
of every man in this fucking MC, and these two little shitheels...
“I hope you both realize you're talking to your Den
Mother . You think I won't take your shit-talk up with Dixon and Tall Man,
you have another think coming.”
Vipe rolled his eyes again, and began to skulk away. But before he'd gone too
far, he whirled on his boots. “You're such an idiot, Gisele,” he spat.
“Everybody knows that 'den mother' is just a fancy word for sweet ass. Every
single one of us is just waiting for you to pony up, like all those other
bitches. Ain't no place in an MC for a girl that's not between the sheets.”
With a toss of his rattail, he indicated the kitchen, where I imagined Esse and
Nunu and Rayna were already exchanging lurid tales from their recent evening.
I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. No one had ever
spoken to me that way before, not once in my whole life. And I'd never, ever
felt so low, so betrayed by my kinsman—my brothers . It wasn't as if I'd
come crawling to the Coffin Cheaters, like some typical townie with Daddy
issues, ready and willing to offer myself up to some benevolent old rider for a
little bit of money and affection.
I turned to Dog for support, but he wouldn't meet my gaze.
Maybe the shit-kicker was thinking about how he'd been the first one to have
me, the first one to pop my cherry of the bunch. For how vacant I felt, all
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