Salacious_Scribe
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Rogues of the Underworld MC, Lake Erin charter had been on the road for a long time. They were glad to see the decrepit building they made into their clubhouse. The roar of a dozen motorcycle engines died in the evening air and as one they climbed off their bikes.
Boots crunched on the gravel as Joker, the charters President, unlocked the door and they walked in. Fister his VP turned on the lights as Aiden the prospect swaggered behind the bar. He put a dozen mugs on the dark mahogany bar top and began to fill them with beer. Next, he lined up several shots and poured each member's favorite booze into the shot glasses.
"That should teach those punk ass bitches a lesson," Gin said as he took his beer and a shot of tequila.
One by one the other members collected their drinks. As one they turned to the wall of honor, where pictures of dead and incarcerated club members hung. They all raised their mugs and as one said, "Brothers Forever." They all dumped out several ounces of beer and then chugged the beer and did their shots. Aiden had already lined up another dozen beers and shots which were collected by the patched members who made their way to the tables in the clubhouse bar.
Aiden grabbed a mop and bucket and began to mop the spilled beer from the floor. He was the only prospect RULE had currently. He was given the prospect rocker three months ago and had nine months to go before the patched members would even consider making him a full member. Until then his job was to do whatever a member told him no matter how degrading or humiliating.
Aiden didn't have to worry too much about being bullied. He was a former Navy Lieutenant with the SEAL teams. He was court-martialed under article 128 of the UCMJ Aggravated Assault. In truth, he was arrested because his CO came home early and found Lt. Griffin naked, in his bedroom with his wife. If it had only been sex, the CO would have kicked Aidens ass then booted him off the teams.
This was worse, much worse. Aiden was naked and had a flogger in his hand. The wife was tied to the bed face down, blindfolded, and gagged. Her buttocks and upper thighs were black and blue from Aiden's use of the flogger.
Charges were brought and to keep the salacious details out of the reports, all he charged Aiden with was aggravated assault. He was found guilty and sentenced to ten years of hard labor at Leavenworth. Aiden had friends in high places and the conviction was overturned but he agreed to resign in return for keeping his sadistic nature secret.
Even without his special forces training, Aiden was a scary man. he stood 6'8" natural platinum blond hair close-cropped. Piercing ice blue eyes that mesmerized anyone who looked into them. He weighed 250 pounds and it was all muscle. Some said his muscles have muscles. Even though he was a prospect, none of the members wanted to piss him off.
He finished mopping and looked around the room. Most of the beers were more than half empty so he set up another round and began to wash the used glassware. As the men enjoyed the camaraderie, the night was broken by automatic weapons fire from outside the clubhouse. Bullets shattered mugs as the members of the club dove for cover.
Aiden grabbed the M4A1 he stole when he left the Navy and ran outside. He returned fire at the men on motorcycles who were shooting up the clubhouse. No Bone, who looked more like a creature of nightmares than a man, joined him and together their fire drove off the attackers. When the gunshots faded the rest of the club came outside, weapons in hand.
"Think that was payback for what we did?" Everyone looked at Aiden who held the rifle like it was a toy.
"Not your job to think or to ask questions, prospect. Go collect the brass. If anyone heard that little dust-up johnny law will be here soon. Everyone else, chapel. Now!"
The other members filed back inside and went into the secure room where they held the weekly meetings. Aiden cleaned up the brass from the attack then went back inside and cleaned up all the broken glass and other debris. No cops showed up and the members filed out of the meeting and went outside. Aiden heard their bikes start up and drive off, leaving him alone in the clubhouse. He finished cleaning up and made sure they had plenty of booze. He poured himself a scotch on the rocks and drank it.
He set the alarm and locked up the clubhouse. As he got on his bike his burner phone rang. "Yo!"
"Get to the safe house. Jackal's been hit."
"On my way." Aiden started his bike and speed off. Twenty minutes later he was at his club's safe house. The weather-beaten shanty was hidden from the nearest road by yards of shrubs and brush. The bikes were hidden in the garage and no lights shone out the broken windows.
Aiden climbed off his bike and saw Joker sitting on the porch smoking. "No need to hurry Aiden, Jackals gone man."
Aiden paused and looked at his prez. He finished climbing the steps and saw Jackal laid out on the counter, with several bullet holes in his chest. Between the locations of the wounds, the pallor of his skin, and the amount of blood on the floor he knew the man had bled out.
Aiden walked into the safe house and punched a wall. Fister put a hand on his shoulder. No Bone and Gin are digging a hole in Hidden Swamp. Help me put Jackal in the van. Aiden nods and the two men carry their dead friend to the van. They load the corpse into the cargo area and slam the doors closed. Aiden climbs into the driver's seat and Fister gets into the passenger seat. They drove in silence to the nearby swamp. They made sure no one was around to watch them, and they took the body out. They followed the old deer trail for two miles before they saw the two men. They lowered their friend into his final resting place and filled the hole with dirt. They stood around for a moment each of the four men lost in thought.
"You know the drill," Fister said. No one rides alone. Be at the clubhouse by nine. Get some rest and we'll figure out what to do tomorrow."
Fister and Aiden rode back in silence and when they got to the hideout Aiden parked the van in the garage. The two men got out and saw the rest of the members had left. "Be careful tonight, Aiden. Don't let those bastards take you out."
"Better men than them have tried and failed."
Fister laughed and clapped him on the back. "See you in the morning prospect." Fister jumped on his bike and rode away with the other two patches.
Aiden went into the safehouse and began to clean up the blood and other evidence of violence. When he was done, he washed up and decided he needed to work out his anger at the death of his friend. He jumped on his bake and rode to an underground fetish club he belonged to. He walked in and most of the people who knew him moved away. He strode up to the bar. "Scotch on the rocks, make it a double."
The bartender nodded and built his drink and moved away. He knew from experience when Aiden ordered a double that he was not in a chatting mood. Aiden turned around and sipped his drink. He surveyed the club looking for a companion. Women who liked it as rough as he did were exceedingly rare. He didn't see anyone he knew, and he surveyed those present for a likely painslut. As he took a second sip, he saw the door open, and a couple of females walked in. Not just any females, the one he wanted to use tonight. He kept his eyes on them as they surveyed the club.
Boots crunched on the gravel as Joker, the charters President, unlocked the door and they walked in. Fister his VP turned on the lights as Aiden the prospect swaggered behind the bar. He put a dozen mugs on the dark mahogany bar top and began to fill them with beer. Next, he lined up several shots and poured each member's favorite booze into the shot glasses.
"That should teach those punk ass bitches a lesson," Gin said as he took his beer and a shot of tequila.
One by one the other members collected their drinks. As one they turned to the wall of honor, where pictures of dead and incarcerated club members hung. They all raised their mugs and as one said, "Brothers Forever." They all dumped out several ounces of beer and then chugged the beer and did their shots. Aiden had already lined up another dozen beers and shots which were collected by the patched members who made their way to the tables in the clubhouse bar.
Aiden grabbed a mop and bucket and began to mop the spilled beer from the floor. He was the only prospect RULE had currently. He was given the prospect rocker three months ago and had nine months to go before the patched members would even consider making him a full member. Until then his job was to do whatever a member told him no matter how degrading or humiliating.
Aiden didn't have to worry too much about being bullied. He was a former Navy Lieutenant with the SEAL teams. He was court-martialed under article 128 of the UCMJ Aggravated Assault. In truth, he was arrested because his CO came home early and found Lt. Griffin naked, in his bedroom with his wife. If it had only been sex, the CO would have kicked Aidens ass then booted him off the teams.
This was worse, much worse. Aiden was naked and had a flogger in his hand. The wife was tied to the bed face down, blindfolded, and gagged. Her buttocks and upper thighs were black and blue from Aiden's use of the flogger.
Charges were brought and to keep the salacious details out of the reports, all he charged Aiden with was aggravated assault. He was found guilty and sentenced to ten years of hard labor at Leavenworth. Aiden had friends in high places and the conviction was overturned but he agreed to resign in return for keeping his sadistic nature secret.
Even without his special forces training, Aiden was a scary man. he stood 6'8" natural platinum blond hair close-cropped. Piercing ice blue eyes that mesmerized anyone who looked into them. He weighed 250 pounds and it was all muscle. Some said his muscles have muscles. Even though he was a prospect, none of the members wanted to piss him off.
He finished mopping and looked around the room. Most of the beers were more than half empty so he set up another round and began to wash the used glassware. As the men enjoyed the camaraderie, the night was broken by automatic weapons fire from outside the clubhouse. Bullets shattered mugs as the members of the club dove for cover.
Aiden grabbed the M4A1 he stole when he left the Navy and ran outside. He returned fire at the men on motorcycles who were shooting up the clubhouse. No Bone, who looked more like a creature of nightmares than a man, joined him and together their fire drove off the attackers. When the gunshots faded the rest of the club came outside, weapons in hand.
"Think that was payback for what we did?" Everyone looked at Aiden who held the rifle like it was a toy.
"Not your job to think or to ask questions, prospect. Go collect the brass. If anyone heard that little dust-up johnny law will be here soon. Everyone else, chapel. Now!"
The other members filed back inside and went into the secure room where they held the weekly meetings. Aiden cleaned up the brass from the attack then went back inside and cleaned up all the broken glass and other debris. No cops showed up and the members filed out of the meeting and went outside. Aiden heard their bikes start up and drive off, leaving him alone in the clubhouse. He finished cleaning up and made sure they had plenty of booze. He poured himself a scotch on the rocks and drank it.
He set the alarm and locked up the clubhouse. As he got on his bike his burner phone rang. "Yo!"
"Get to the safe house. Jackal's been hit."
"On my way." Aiden started his bike and speed off. Twenty minutes later he was at his club's safe house. The weather-beaten shanty was hidden from the nearest road by yards of shrubs and brush. The bikes were hidden in the garage and no lights shone out the broken windows.
Aiden climbed off his bike and saw Joker sitting on the porch smoking. "No need to hurry Aiden, Jackals gone man."
Aiden paused and looked at his prez. He finished climbing the steps and saw Jackal laid out on the counter, with several bullet holes in his chest. Between the locations of the wounds, the pallor of his skin, and the amount of blood on the floor he knew the man had bled out.
Aiden walked into the safe house and punched a wall. Fister put a hand on his shoulder. No Bone and Gin are digging a hole in Hidden Swamp. Help me put Jackal in the van. Aiden nods and the two men carry their dead friend to the van. They load the corpse into the cargo area and slam the doors closed. Aiden climbs into the driver's seat and Fister gets into the passenger seat. They drove in silence to the nearby swamp. They made sure no one was around to watch them, and they took the body out. They followed the old deer trail for two miles before they saw the two men. They lowered their friend into his final resting place and filled the hole with dirt. They stood around for a moment each of the four men lost in thought.
"You know the drill," Fister said. No one rides alone. Be at the clubhouse by nine. Get some rest and we'll figure out what to do tomorrow."
Fister and Aiden rode back in silence and when they got to the hideout Aiden parked the van in the garage. The two men got out and saw the rest of the members had left. "Be careful tonight, Aiden. Don't let those bastards take you out."
"Better men than them have tried and failed."
Fister laughed and clapped him on the back. "See you in the morning prospect." Fister jumped on his bike and rode away with the other two patches.
Aiden went into the safehouse and began to clean up the blood and other evidence of violence. When he was done, he washed up and decided he needed to work out his anger at the death of his friend. He jumped on his bake and rode to an underground fetish club he belonged to. He walked in and most of the people who knew him moved away. He strode up to the bar. "Scotch on the rocks, make it a double."
The bartender nodded and built his drink and moved away. He knew from experience when Aiden ordered a double that he was not in a chatting mood. Aiden turned around and sipped his drink. He surveyed the club looking for a companion. Women who liked it as rough as he did were exceedingly rare. He didn't see anyone he knew, and he surveyed those present for a likely painslut. As he took a second sip, he saw the door open, and a couple of females walked in. Not just any females, the one he wanted to use tonight. He kept his eyes on them as they surveyed the club.
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