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  Gauge

  Soulless bastards mc maryland

  Erin Trejo

  Copyright © 2020 by erin

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  Contents

  1. Gauge

  2. Dezzy

  3. Gauge

  4. Dezzy

  5. Gauge

  6. Dezzy

  7. Gauge

  8. Dezzy

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  Afterword

  One

  Gauge

  “Slow the fuck down before I slit your throat,” I hiss between my teeth as Angel sucks me off. Same old shit, different day. I don’t know why the bitch thinks my cock is in the Indy 500. I didn’t even know a bitch could move her head that quickly. She finally slows down and I can at least try to enjoy the goddamn blow job she’s giving me. I close my eyes and lay my head back, letting her movements lull me. Each slip of her tongue over the bottom of my cock sends me higher and higher. I love being the fucking VP of the Maryland chapter of the Soulless Bastards. Everything I could want is at my fingertips and I’m on top of the fucking world.

  “Angel, get off his cock! We got shit to discuss,” Sly, our president, yells from across the room. I groan when I feel Angel’s lips pop off the tip of my cock before sitting forward and glaring at the fucker. He just stands there laughing as if it’s the funniest thing in the goddamn world.

  “You are a real piece of shit, you know that?” I ask nodding toward him.

  “Goddamn right I know that, but this piece of shit will kick your ass any day of the week. Now tuck that fucker back in your jeans and get in my office,” he snaps, heading up the stairs and into the office. I blow out a breath and shove off the couch, shoving my fucking hard on back in my jeans. It’s hard as hell to walk with a monster woody straining against your zipper. I climb the stairs two at a time pulling my cigarettes from my pocket and lighting one up as I walk into the room. One of the prospects is on his knees in front of Sly, his eyes wide with fear.

  “The fuck is this?” I ask, tipping my head toward the kid. I can’t even remember the little fucks name.

  “I didn’t do it! I swear I didn’t!” He looks up at me right when Sly pulls the trigger on the gun he was holding aimed at him. The kid falls to the ground, his lifeless eyes still staring up at me.

  “Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

  “You would think he would know better bein’ the fuckin’ nephew of the sheriff.” I jerk my eyes from the dead kids to Sly’s wondering what the fuck has gotten into him. The sheriff is on our payroll, but that doesn’t mean shit when he’s killing the guy’s family.

  “You know that’s not gonna slide past him, yeah?” I ask pointing to the body that lies on the floor.

  “Don’t give a shit. Little fucker was talkin’ to his uncle’s higher up. Out of county bullshit that he was draggin’ in here.”

  “Why?”

  “He didn’t get a fuckin’ patch when he wanted it! Fuckin’ kids these days,” he huffs shaking his head. I watch him drop back into his chair, leaning his head back.

  “This somethin’ to do with your kid?” I see the way his jaw tenses. He doesn’t want me bringing that shit up, but I know it bothers him.

  “Maybe.” That’s all he gives me. Maybe my ass. Sly has a daughter who’s an adult. I think she’s around twenty-four or twenty-five who lives with his ex. He doesn’t talk much about them other than to bitch about something.

  “You know, I send this bitch money every goddamn week and she hasn’t even got the balls to say thank you,” he says, his head coming up and his eyes meeting mine.

  “Which bitch? The ex or the daughter?” I know I’m playing with fire but I like watching Prez get all pissed and bent out of shape. Like now, as his face reddens and that vein in his forehead throbs with his anger.

  “You talk about my daughter like that one more time and they will be buryin’ you in the back yard with that little fuck,” he roars. I chuckle and lean back with my cigarette between my lips.

  “I’m fuckin’ with you, Prez. When’s the last time you got any pussy?”

  “When I get it is none of your concern, asshole.”

  “Might be my concern if you’re gonna act like that,” I point out. I see the slight curve of his lips.

  “Fuck off, Gauge. Shelby is so fuckin’ strung out I can’t even talk to her dumbass and I have a bad feelin’ she is draggin’ Dezzy with her.”

  “Dezzy? In all my years I been here I don’t think I’ve ever heard her name. Why is that?” I find myself interested in why he doesn’t talk about her much. I know they don’t get along but I don’t know why. Prez scrubs his hand over his face and sighs.

  “I suppose that’s all on me. Dez was a good kid. Never gave me much shit when she was growin’ up. Her momma, though? That bitch was the fuckin’ devil herself. She would do anything she could to try and take Dez from me. She hated me for bein’ the prez. She hated me for what I did, but she kept comin’ back claimin’ she both loved and hated me. When Dez turned eighteen, Shelby had enough. She left and took Dez to Baltimore. She filled Dezzy’s head full of shit about me, and the club and the girl never looked back. Didn’t stop me from seein’ her but after a while she wouldn’t be there when I’d show up. I gave up and decided to just send money to them both.”

  “Goddamn, Sly. I had no idea. Why don’t you talk to Dez and tell her what happened?”

  “Don’t you think I fuckin’ tried? Hell, I’ve tried for years, but like I said, she avoids me or just doesn’t show up. I’ve pretty well given up on that shit,” he says with a sigh.

  “That’s fucked up, man. I don’t even know what to say.”

  “Fuck it. It’s my life, yeah? I chose this path and they didn’t. I can’t blame them for that. Maybe one day.”

  “You want me to get the other prospects to clean this shit up?” Nodding toward the now dead prospect, he shrugs in response.

  “Suppose so. Have them take the fucker out on the boat.”

  I laugh and nod shoving out of my chair knowing exactly what happens when we take someone out on the boat.

  Two

  Dezzy

  “You are so fucking wasted!” I laugh as I point at Shane, my boyfriend. He’s stumbling around the shitty apartment that me and my mom live in.

  “Look at yourself,” he responds.

  I laugh and turn the music up louder as I dance around the room. Nothing could ruin this high. I’m floating on a fucking cloud and I love it. The crash that comes after won’t be so much fun but mom will take care of that.

  “Do you know how sexy you are?” Shane asks moving closer to me. I smile when his hand wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips crash into mine as colors explode behind my eyes. Shane moves us until he falls on the couch next to my mom. I don’t look at her, keeping my eyes closed as he kisses me roughly. His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging until I groan. I
grind against the hard-on in his jeans that’s settled between my thighs. Rotating my hips, Shane keeps kissing me with a new frenzy. Our tongues dance with each other, loving the feel of the other. It isn’t until I hear my mom moan that I open my eyes. It wouldn’t surprise me to find her touching herself while Shane and I do what we do. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time she’s watched us but that’s not what I find when I snap my eyes open. The kissing stops instantly and I leap out of Shane’s lap when I see his hand under my mom’s skirt.

  “What the fuck?” I scream. Shane doesn’t stop and when my mom looks over at me, she smirks.

  “Why’d you move? Come back to the party,” she pants as Shane finger fucks her.

  “Shane!”

  He moves his lazy eyes over to mine, the bloodshot red seeping from him.

  “It’s all good, Dezzy. Come on. I’m not fucking her, just playing a little. We’re all fucked up.”

  The room spins from the high I’m on, but I can’t believe what I’m watching. Neither of them gives a shit that I’m here, but it isn’t like this is the first time my mom has stolen my boyfriend. In fact, it isn’t even the second. She has a bad habit of taking everything that belongs to me.

  “You two make me fucking sick! How dare you, Mom? You are my mom for fuck’s sake!”

  My mom moves quickly, shoving Shane away and leaping off the couch. In seconds she’s in my face screaming.

  “Do you forget who the fuck takes care of you? You are nothing without me, Dezzy! Nothing! I am the only one who does anything for you. You need a hit? I get it. You need to snort a line? I lay it out for you. So what if I want to get a little dick in my life? I’m not that old and I do look a hell of a lot better than you do!”

  “With all those bags under your eyes?” I snap right before her hand slams against my cheek.

  Everything happens quickly. Hits are taken, blood is drawn. We’ve fought more than once but this is beyond our normal. We claw, we pull hair, we throw punches.

  “You are a worthless little bitch!” she screams loudly when I hear the sirens. We both turn at the same time looking at Shane as he holds the phone to his ear.

  “What the hell did you do?” I hiss when the door flies open. Cops swarm the apartment, grabbing me and my mom and cuffing us. Shane moves around talking to the cops and pointing shit out. I can’t focus; all I can hear is a buzzing in my head and the cop reading me my rights. I don’t know what the hell is happening, and frankly I’m still pissed.

  “Ma’am, do you understand your rights?” the cop asks once more. I nod my head but my eyes stay on Shane the whole time. What the hell did he do? How could he do this to me?

  “You little bitch. Do you see what kind of trash you brought in here?” my mom screams next to me. Thank God the cops have us at least five feet apart.

  “Says the old hag who was being finger fucked by him on the couch,” I hiss in return.

  “You ungrateful little whore.”

  “Ladies, please calm down,” the officer says.

  “Fuck you!” we both say in unison. It would be amusing that we are so in tune to each other but I’m still pissed that she was fucking with Shane. Not that it should bother me since it isn’t the first time but damn.

  We’re escorted to the cars and shoved into the back as Shane walks free. He looks at me with sad eyes through the back window of the police car, and all I can think about doing is slitting his throat. That little fucking traitor. I should have known he was too pretty for me. Pretty boys don’t go for girls like me.

  The ride to the station doesn’t take long, and as soon as we’re processed and booked, they give us each a phone call. Who the hell am I going to call? Shane was the only other person that I talked to aside from Gina and she’s probably as fucked up as I was.

  “Do you know the number of who you are calling?” the woman at the desk asks me as I stand there stunned. I let the idea of calling him roll around my head for a second. Is that the best idea? I haven’t talked to him in years but I have no doubt he would come for help me. I nod and rattle off the number when she hands me the phone. I slowly bring it to my ear with a shaking hand.

  “Yeah?” that gruff voice I hadn’t heard in so long answers. I swallow hard.

  “Dad. I’m in trouble.”

  Three

  Gauge

  I climb off my bike and press my fingers into my eyes trying to cut off this headache that’s coming at me like a freight train. The guys all file inside ready to get some sleep after this run. We’ve been on the road for two days and have barely slept trying to move this product to its intended locations. As I walk in the clubhouse, I can hear Sly screaming and hollering. It isn’t his normal tone either. Something happened while I was out, and I’m not sure I want to know what the fuck it was right now. Too late for that.

  “Gauge! Come here,” he roars as he stomps down the stairs. I turn and walk over, yawning the whole damn time.

  “What’s goin’ on?”

  “Tell me that shit was handled?”

  “Yeah, it was. No worries on that,” I say taking a step back ready to head to bed when he stops me again.

  “Hold the fuck on. I have a situation and I think I’m gonna need you to ride with me.”

  “Come the fuck on, Sly. I just got back, brother!” No fucking way. I’m tired as hell and all I want is to get into bed and fuck it all.

  “It’s a fuckin’ order, Gauge!”

  “Goddamn it, Sly! I ain’t slept for shit in days you son of a bitch. Take Remy!” Sly steps closer, knowing that this is going to go south.

  “You’re my fuckin’ VP for a reason, asshole. When I say you ride with me, you fuckin’ ride with me.” His growl is meant to intimidate me but it doesn’t. He already knows this.

  “What the fuck ever,” I mumble stepping toward the bar. Sly follows as a few of the guys gather around to watch whatever showdown we’re about to have happen.

  “My ex and daughter are both in jail. I need to head out there and see what the fuck is goin’ on,” he says as I grab a beer and pop the top off. I bring it to my lips and shake my head.

  “Family shit? That sounds personal as fuck, Prez. Hit that shit up yourself.”

  “You got five minutes to get your ass out there in the cage before I strip your fuckin’ colors,” he roars.

  “The fuckin’ cage? Really?”

  “Yeah really, princess. If you can’t handle the job take your ass over to Disneyland. You’re actin’ like a bitch right now,” he snaps, making the guys laugh. I down my beer and toss the bottle in the trash before heading back toward the door.

  “I got your bitch,” I smart off on my way. Heading toward my bike, I grab my bag out of the saddle bag and heft it over my shoulder. I suppose it’s a good thing I didn’t unpack. Sly meets me at the side of the truck, smashing the keys a little roughly into the palm of my hand.

  “You have a fuckin’ plan or we just headin’ in there guns blazin’?” I ask pulling the door open. Sly doesn’t answer but when I turn to look at him, I see the worry in his eyes. “What are they charged with?”

  “Drugs. A fuckin’ shit ton of them. I don’t like the sounds of this shit. Shelby can take what comes to her, but I know this isn’t Dez, Gauge. This is all her momma’s fault and I fuckin’ know it.”

  “You have any pull in Baltimore?” I ask trying to ease some of the tension in him. I’m sure that has to be rough knowing your kid was just locked up on a drug charge. I’ve been there and done that but I wasn’t the user in the situation.

  “Not much. I been callin’ who I can while you were out, but it isn’t lookin’ good, Gauge. I’ll kill that bitch for gettin’ Dez in this shit,” he says and I can see the truth in his eyes.

  “Kinda hard when she’s locked up. Let’s just get over and see what’s what. Maybe the charges on Dez are different than her mom.” I sure as hell hope so for everyone’s sake.

  “She’s comin’ home with us once I get her,” Sly tells me.
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  “Does she know that?” He shakes his head, a smirk on his face.

  “Hell no, so you better be ready for a fight. I’m takin’ my bike, need to clear my head before we get there, but I can promise you she will give you shit in that truck.”

  “That’s why you need me to go? So I can control your goddamn kid?” I snap.

  “Yeah it is. Cause if I get her in that cage alone, I might snap her pretty little neck. I told you, her and I aren’t on the best of terms.” Fuck. I always get the ass end of these deals.

  “You owe me, brother,” I tell him, pointing my finger in his chest. Sly rumbles out a laugh before nodding his head.

  “If you can keep her ass under control that is,” he adds with a chuckle.

  “She a big girl?”

  “No. Ain’t but five foot four. You are damn near six feet, you can handle her.” I nod my head and laugh.

  “Don’t mean she ain’t feisty. Look who her dad is,” I say with a chuckle. Sly’s face turns serious for a second, a lost dark look crossing his features.

  “She used to be. I don’t know what we’re walkin’ into now, Gauge. I honestly don’t. Shelby’s had her claws in her for years now.”

  “Let’s just get there and find out,” I say slapping my hand on his shoulder. He nods his head and climbs on his bike as I climb in the truck. I hate driving this shit. It’s too damn stuffy and I feel like I’m suffocating in normal life bullshit. I hate that this is affecting Sly though so anything I can do to help, I sure as hell will. I yawn and shake my head trying to clear the fog of another sleepless night as I start the engine. Rolling all the windows down, I turn the radio up and follow Sly out of the parking lot.