Alluring Allies

find another club to run recon with when it comes to this issue. You aren’t my only option, so don’t get shit twisted. Fuck, maybe I’ll just sideswipe you and go straight to the horse’s mouth. Your son’s club is the one with all the experience too, isn’t it? I don’t fuckin’ need you, Stoney.”
“Be my guest if that’s what you want to do. Won’t bother me one bit. But, it will take you longer than I’m sure you have to get them on board. They’re pretty busy dealing with their own shit right now. Besides, I’m already here. If you want the club’s help, then start talking. Plus, you don’t strike me as the type of woman who enjoys wasting her time.”
Boss stands in front of me for a moment before she plants that perfectly toned ass of hers back in the seat across from me. “I don’t fucking like you, Scott ‘Stoney’ Dane.” Ah, so Sugar did her research. “But I’m not going to waste any more time, especially when there are innocent women’s lives at stake. The Iron Vex dealt with a cult over a year ago. At first, we thought we cut the head off the entire operation, but things have been happening lately where the same MO is being followed. It leads us to believe that they’re still active, and we’ve heard reports of unmarried women being taken, and found dead. Every single time they’re found in the water, with markings on them. They kill them in the water because they believe it will purify them, wiping away all of their filth.”
“So, let me get this straight. This cult you’re up against is taking women, thinkin’ of them as sinners who need to be washed of their sins? What the fuck is with men who feel the need to treat women to horrible deaths like that? Shit, Emerson went through hell because of the satanic cult they’ve been dealing with. Even Ally, who according to my brothers, barely leaves her room at the clubhouse unless it’s to go to Devil’s Ink. Now, there’s somethin’ I gotta ask you, Boss,” I growl, sitting forward. I may be an asshole toward women, but that doesn’t mean I want to see any of them killed by fuckers who think it’s okay. All because something in their twisted little heads deems it right.
“Shoot,” she responds.
“Is this the same cult that’s rumored to have killed your dad?” Boss’ father Rage was arguably the most sinister biker in all of American history. He raped, killed, and kidnapped quicker than you could say ‘boom’. Sometimes I forget she’s his flesh and blood. Probably where her hardassness comes from.
Boss shifts her eyes to the table for a moment. Obviously, me bringing up her dad isn’t easy for her. She nods once, “Yes, my father died at the hands of this cult, saving one of our own. I’ll be as transparent as I can with you, Stoney. He came to me and confessed he knew the leader of the cult, because the leader was his father. You know one of my girls, Gold, that Emerson’s fond of? She slit my grandfather’s throat, and at the time, we thought it was all over . . . but obviously it isn’t. There are many branches of this cult and I don’t know who, or how, but I do know why. I’m hoping your club will help us eradicate this vermin and the message they’re so intent on spreading. My thought is they’re targeting the southern States because of the older values most citizens have.”
Rubbing my hand over my face, I contemplate the information Boss has just given me. From what Nerd relayed to me about the missing women, we have a big problem. I’m not dumb enough to believe this shit is a coincidence. “Alright, we’ll help you. Seems your cult might be in my own backyard and if we’re lucky, we can finish this quickly.”
Boss extends her hand, offering it to me to shake, and I do. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
“No problem. Mind if I buy you a drink, Sugar?”
Boss gives me a cautionary glance. “I don’t know if I should let you buy me a drink.”
“What’s the worst that could happen? If it makes you feel better, consider it an apology for earlier.”

Chapter Four


Boss
I sit here nursing my fourth glass of whiskey on the rocks, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. I agreed to one drink, not four. But Stoney kept ordering them before I even knew they were coming and at some point, I stopped caring. Everything has been so stressful as of late and while I should be cutting loose every now and again, I haven’t been.
It feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders, and I don’t remember feeling light or free in . . . too long . . . far too long. If I’m really honest with myself, I haven’t been ‘off duty’ in a sense for over a year.
So, maybe tonight I let my vices get the best of me. Doesn’t hurt that a handsome guy is the one buying the drinks for me, even if I hate his attitude.
“You stayin’ for the night too?” Stoney inquires, finishing off the beer bottle he’s had in front of him over the last couple hours.
I wasn’t, but there’s no way I’m fit to drive right now. “Wasn’t planning on it, but I am now thanks to you.” I hold up my almost empty glass and give him a smirk.
“You have a hotel or anythin’?”
I blink a couple times as I realize what he’s insinuating. “Okay, let’s get one thing straight. I’m not ever going to fuck you. I don’t like you, Stoney. I thought we already established that.”
“You don’t have to like me, Sugar. It’s just fucking, and no one says we gotta do it again. You’re here, I’m here, what the fuck is the problem?”
I suck in a deep