The Devils Dawg Pound Page 4

  “Of course not, why would I be mad Darius? Have you done something wrong?” She gave him a look, he hung his head. He hadn’t done anything bad today, it was just old memories haunting him again.

  “No, not today anyway. I did before on this day.” Poppy was trying to decipher what he meant, making the assumption he had killed someone on this day in the past. She waited, knowing from the look on his face he had things to say. She always knew when Darius was going to spill another secret, his eyes gave him away. He was like a child that had just been scolded, not really making much eye contact.

  “I killed him.” He said looking at his boots. She had no clue who he killed, but she knew Darius and he was about to tell her.

  “Who Darius? Who did you kill?”

  His eyes were shut and he was drawing cleansing breaths, working up the nerve to tell her his last big secret.

  “My father, I killed John Monaghan and nobody ever found that body. I made damn sure of that. Ten years ago today he took his last breath, may the sick son of a bitch burn in Hell.” That explained a lot, today was the day Darius killed the man who had abused and tortured him for years.

  It had been ten years, but the memory was as fresh as if it happened yesterday. It took six days before he decided to let him die. Six glorious days of torture, repayment for all those years, all those scars, both physical and mental. The physical scars weren’t as bad as the others. He had gotten used to seeing the burns, cuts and the rest of it. He had gotten very used to the phantom whip on his back. The faces that haunted him in his dreams were the hardest ones to handle.

  “I’m sorry, I know how badly he hurt you. I’d like to say I was sorry he’s gone but I can’t. Darius, he was a sick, sadistic son of a bitch and I’m glad he’s gone. I’m glad you killed him.”

  Poppy had just floored him, never did he think his perfect, innocent Poppy would be happy he killed someone. Maybe it being his father made the difference, she had been the one all those nights when the nightmares came, the one who somehow chased his demons away. Darius still had no idea how, but she did it.

  “Darius something really special has been happening all day and I think this might make you feel a little better.” He had a puzzled look on his face, wondering what it could be.

  “Give me your hand.” She told him and he held out his right hand. Poppy laid it on her belly and waited. The first flutter had his eyes open wide, then the tiny kick came and she saw the beginning of a tear. As the kicks kept coming he was crying and laughing all at once.

  “Fuck that’s the baby moving! Holy shit Poppy! Does it hurt? I mean does her kicking hurt you?” The kicking was a sign, their daughter was happy and healthy.

  Red, Red Wine

  Red had tried to talk to Snowman on a few occasions, hitting a wall with him. He decided to let it be and hopefully he would just give up on Poppy and find another girl to occupy his time. She and Pretty Boy were coming by the clubhouse today. Red had called and asked them, stating he had a surprise.

  Poppy had taken to calling him Pop and he felt like a Pop. He had been present at her ultrasound, watched her pregnancy progress. She and Darius were decorating a nursery and he wanted to give them a gift. Red had gone out and bought baby furniture, everything they would need for baby Monaghan to be safe and comfortable. This was his contribution as Pop.

  As Poppy was getting out of the truck they had taken to the clubhouse Snowman rode up. Red saw it and immediately knew the fur was going to fly, he just prayed Snowman wouldn’t do the math when he saw her belly.

  “Well, well. Seems you can fuck Pretty Boy.” Snowman just shook his head then turned to Poppy. “Unbelievable that you’d be stupid enough to let this maniac knock you up. What a cluster fuck that kid is gonna have to deal with.” He told her as he walked by, heading inside.

  Red let out a sigh of relief, and seeing that Darius hadn’t lost it was also a godsend. He knew the utter hatred the two had for each other. It had been like this since day one. It had become worse when Poppy and Pretty Boy became a couple. And would probably always be like this until one of them killed the other.

  “He needs to die, and I know how to make the pain last for days.” Pretty Boy said matter of fact as he and Red were loading boxes into the truck bed.

  Red knew that already, even if he hadn’t seen it firsthand. He had heard enough of the stories.

  Within five minutes Snowman came bursting back out through the door with gun in hand and pointed it towards Poppy.

  “You bitch! That kid is mine! Fucking whore trying to hide my kid from me!” Then he started shooting and they all scrambled for cover. Red took one in the shoulder. He had knocked Poppy out of the way, that’s all that mattered. Darius had his guns out and returned fire.

  “Die mother fucker!” he screamed but Snowman kept firing until he’d unloaded his ammo. Before he left he had a few more things to say.

  “Can’t hide bitch! I’ll find you and cut that kid out, it’s mine and I want it! Don’t close your eyes because I’m coming for you!”

  “Fuck you Michael!” Poppy screamed at him. He fired up his hog and sped off down the dirt road by the clubhouse.

  Darius was physically shaking; the anger had gotten the best of him and he was a man on a mission. Snowman had finally done it, he had brought the murdering bastard back to the surface. “Red, you hurt bad?”

  His President shook his head. The bullet had gone through and missed the bone so he was fine aside from a bloody shirt. He saw the look Darius had and knew the gates of hell had just opened.

  “Darius don’t! Think of Poppy and the baby.”

  That’s exactly what he was thinking about, and how he had to keep her safe. They were having a baby. He also knew Red needed tending to and that overrode the need to go after Snowman.

  “Poppy bring some towels from the bathroom in the clubhouse, Red is coming with us. I ain’t leaving him here to bleed. Never leave a brother behind.”

  She did as asked and they loaded Red, who was arguing the whole time into the truck. They headed for Poppy’s house.

  When they arrived, Red was lead into the kitchen so any spilled blood would clean up easy. Pretty Boy knew his stitching skills were junk but he knew one sure fire way to stop the bleeding.

  “You know I can’t sew, but gotta stop the blood and it’s gonna hurt.” Red had a feeling he knew what was coming and the soldering iron Darius retrieved confirmed it.

  “Yep, that’s gonna hurt so give me a swig of whatever you have in the way of alcohol. Then do it.” Red took two long pulls off the Beefeaters bottle then closed his eyes waiting. He didn’t have to wait long, the iron hit him hard and he almost crushed the chair arms hanging on, trying to suck up the excruciating pain.

  Poppy nearly gagged from the stench of burning flesh. She had just gotten over all of her morning sickness, but this had her on the verge of vomiting. She closed her eyes, breathing through the watering in her mouth and fighting back the taste of bile. She was a biker’s woman and losing it over this was not happening. Poppy was tough enough to handle this, she had learned how to handle everything else. She saw him look at her and she tried to smile but he knew.

  “I’m sorry, I know the smell is bad. It’s almost done.” He told her as he moved the iron to the back side of Red’s shoulder. Ten seconds was all it took to cauterize each wound. He had done it to himself many times, mostly for knife wounds when Red wasn’t around to sew him up.

  “Damn Kid, I fucking hate having to do that.” Red choked out. You could see the heavy perspiration on his face just trying to deal with what had just occurred. Red wasn’t bleeding any longer, he just needed some burn ointment and a few more pulls from that Gin bottle. Darius hated doing that to his President but attempting to stitch him would have been worse. That was a fact they both knew.

  “He’s coming Red,” Darius told him. “And I need to be prepared. I can’t keep her safe and go after him on my own, I need help. I need to make a couple calls, one has to be
to Ajax. He won’t ask any questions, he’ll just come and I need that. I wouldn’t ask if I had any other options.”

  Red wasn’t fond of Ajax. He was a Rogue and didn’t play well with others. For whatever reason, he and Pretty Boy got along well. That surprised everyone.

  “Who’s Ajax? Darius what’s going on and what are you planning?” Poppy interjected.

  He knew she would ask, but he also knew he had every intention of telling her everything. Darius knew she hated the violence but this was necessary. She and their daughter needed to be free of Snowman and all his bullshit. There was only one way that would happen.

  “Ajax is a cleaner Poppy,” Darius explained, “it means he cleans up the messes. The ones where there’s DNA left behind.”

  She wasn’t quite sure she understood what he meant. He could see the confusion on her face.

  “Blood and other bodily fluids, from things you don’t wanna know about Poppy. Please just trust me. I’m gonna make sure we’re all safe. I just need Ajax for it, and one other person if it becomes necessary, but for now just Ajax will do.”

  Red was curious on who the second was, so he asked: “Who else Darius? Even got me wondering.”

  “Smoke McAllister will be the call should it come to that. I’ll need his Renegade, we met a few years ago and he’s like me in a way. I know he would help me. Smoke is all about the safety of their women, so with Poppy being in danger I know he won’t turn me down.”

  That was a shock, Red didn’t even know they knew each other. He himself was friendly with the Devil’s but had no idea Darius knew him. That was a call Red was going to make anyway. A few extra ruthless sons of bitches weren’t going to hurt.

  That night Pretty Boy held Poppy as close as he humanly could. Sex wasn’t on his mind, feeling her on his skin was what he craved. She was peacefully sleeping with her head on his shoulder, Darius however was wide awake. Closing his eyes left them both vulnerable to an attack and he knew how to rest without sleeping. Once Red had a couple days of healing and Ajax arrived things would be different. He would take a night to sleep before he unleashed Armageddon on Snowman.

  He watched her belly move, his daughter wasn’t sleeping either. Darius wondered what she could potentially be thinking about all snug inside her mother. His hand drifted over her bump, he needed to make sure she knew he was there. That he would always be her protector, but more than that she needed to know she was loved.

  Not even born yet and he couldn’t imagine how such a tiny little thing made him feel so many emotions. Between Poppy and the baby, he felt more than he ever had, it was unconditional love. Something he had never had before her, and nobody was going to come and destroy that.

  Ajax was called in the morning and just like Pretty Boy said, no questions were asked. He just packed what he needed for the job and headed out. He was a day’s drive away, so they just sat tight waiting. Red had called Smoke, who also didn’t hesitate and told him they were on their way. The Devils were just a couple hours southwest so it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive.

  Red knew he had to mention Smoke. Pretty Boy needed no more surprises after what had happened between him and Snowman.

  “Hey kid.” Red tended to call him ‘kid’ even though he wasn’t. Darius was thirty-three so he was far from a kid but Red was pushing fifty, maybe that was why he referred to him as a ‘kid’. “Smoke McAllister and I have been friendly for ten years, I called him this morning. He is coming and bringing a few Devil’s with him.”

  Darius nodded, setting up the pot to brew coffee. Poppy hadn’t woken up yet, so he started the morning coffee for them. He was fumbling around in the refrigerator looking for something to fix for breakfast. She needed the nutrition and his body was screaming for fuel. It had been twenty-four hours since he had eaten anything. With the war he was about to wage against his club mate, he needed his body happy.

  Poppy woke from her slumber to the smell of coffee, her Darius was in the kitchen. She grabbed her bathrobe off the foot of the bed and wandered down the hall stopping in the doorway to the kitchen to watch, he was cooking breakfast.

  All Poppy could do was laugh, her big, bad, scary biker man was making pancakes. Nobody would ever believe her even if she told them, which she never would. He had shared so much with her and his secrets were always safe.

  “Good morning beautiful,” he told her as he kissed her cheek giving her that sweet, shy grin only he had.

  Poppy realized he was becoming more comfortable, understanding he wasn’t as bad as he thought he was. Darius still told her he couldn’t understand what someone as pure as her could possibly see in someone like him, but that he thanked God she did.

  No one had ever believed he was anything but a murdering psycho. Then Poppy Robinson came along and shook him to the core.

  After her blueberry pancake, Poppy gave Darius a kiss on his cheek. “I am going to shower, shouldn’t be long.” She told him with a come and get me grin. Pretty Boy didn’t quite understand until Red told him what that look was.

  “Kid, that girl is looking for some naked time with you so get your ass down the hall and be a man!”

  The embarrassment was apparent, he didn’t get it until Red blurted it out but he took off after her listening to Red chuckle.

  Poppy was already in the shower when he stripped and stepped in behind her, his cock already as hard as it had ever been. No woman had ever affected him like she did. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her back to him so she could feel the hardness of him on her back.

  She wanted to turn around but he held her in place, reaching his hand around her and pushing her legs just far enough apart as his fingers found her pussy. Poppy let her head fall back on his chest as he gently began to touch her. He was always so gentle, but she needed a little more.

  “Harder Darius, more. You won’t hurt me, please.” She was pleading for him to be rougher, he gave her what she asked for. One finger turned into three as he thrust them inside her, listening to her whimpering was all the confirmation he needed. She loved the way he was touching her, it wasn’t gentle but far from what he deemed rough, just enough to make her moan.

  Darius let his other hand slide around so he could give equal attention to her swollen clit. The sounds that came from Poppy made Darius want to grab his cock and masturbate, he had fantasized about her watching him. Right now it was about her and making her come, that wasn’t going to be much longer. Poppy was struggling to breathe and her body was shaking. As the dam broke and her orgasm hit he held her up, letting her feel every second of it.

  Darius didn’t turn her, he just bent her over. This was what he had dreamed about, taking her this way. Watching himself disappear into her warm pussy and day dreaming about sliding himself into her ass. He had never even thought of asking, it was his own private perversion. He knew it was excruciatingly painful, he had been on the receiving end of that. But the male in him still wondered how it felt. They had played, he had touched her there, licked both of her entrances but never thought of breaching her anus.

  As his engorged cock slid inside her she gasped, she always did. He wasn’t long but he was thick and it stretched her walls every time he entered her. Pretty Boy loved that sound, she responded to him like he always hoped a woman would. That was the point he closed his eyes and let the fantasy start.

  Poppy, spread your ass cheeks apart for me and hold them, yes just like that. That’s my beautiful girl with the perfect little pucker. You feel this thumb, you want it in your asshole don’t you? That’s my good girl. You like it? Say yes Poppy.

  Yes Darius, I like it. Will you lick it again? I like that too. Please put a finger in too, stretch my asshole so you can fuck it with your cock.

  You want my cock in your ass? That’s going to hurt you, are you prepared for the pain? My cock is fat Poppy so you need to be as lubed as possible. Soap will work but first I need to see you finger fuck your pussy, turn around and spread your legs for me. Show me how you make yourself c
um.

  The water temperature brought him back to reality, it had run cold but neither one seemed bothered by it. With each thrust Poppy pushed back, meeting him causing a delicious friction that had him biting the inside of his cheek, anything to slow his body down.

  He made sounds he had only heard in the porn he watched. He couldn’t stop his own moans, grunts and groans. When her body tensed up and gripped his, he knew. Pretty Boy let go so he could come with her, and they did simultaneously. He grunted and his voice became hoarse as he spilled himself inside her.

  “Fuck woman! Oh fucking God I love you.”

  Up In Smoke

  Smoke McAllister sat with his old friend Reggie “Red” O'Malley on the porch steps of Poppy’s home. He had his signature Camel cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

  “So, tell me again how you let it get this bad?” Smoke couldn’t wrap his head around it. “Two of my men fighting like that I’d have put a hole in one and let Ren there make his own jelly with him.”

  Red knew he should have stepped in earlier. But in his mind Snowman hadn’t been a real threat to Poppy. When he saw her belly it had all changed.

  “Yeah I know, but I had hoped Snowman would have just let it go. He really became obsessed with Poppy after Darius let his interest show. Now I’ve got a fucking shit storm to deal with.” And he did, Snowman was a loose cannon now. One that had to be put down, he just wasn’t sure who would get to him first. Red hoped it would be him or one of the Devil’s because if Pretty Boy found him, the cleanup would be even more than Ajax could handle.

  Ren stood listening to the two Presidents talk, he was the Vice-President now and privy to information no one else was. The brothers got what Smoke gave them, only he got it first-hand. Ren was still adjusting to being an officer.

  This wasn’t anything like when he lead the RC, they followed orders from the Devil’s even if Ren was the Bloods ringleader. He and the boys spent too many nights in what Ren called the Gray Bar Motel, which in layman’s terms was jail. But somehow Smoke thought he was the one for the job, more than likely it was his Queen buzzing in her husband’s ear. Ren was almost certain Smoke had no choice and that made him laugh.