9: Some Derail

KNOXX

Serena Voss... I could not believe I still have that name stuck to my memory for the past ten minutes now.

After she had left, Bishop broke the dart in his hand and cursed out angrily. I knew how he badly hates women and how he actually wanted to hit her. Sometimes, I really didn't understand the sudden hatred because he fucks the ones around here...perhaps such hatred didn't get to his cock.

"You goons just made me lose a life changing opportunity." Money cracked open a beer, taking down a huge gulp. "What was all that hardness for?"

"So, fucking that disrespectful bitch would change your life? Nah, man, you need a brain reset." Bishop shook his head in disbelief before taking the beer can from his hands and finishing what's left of it. 

I chose not to involve myself in their banter...just leaning on the table and sipping my coffee silently. We were playing darts one minute and the next, someone disrupts it... a woman I let off easily for the second time. All my efforts to block her off my thoughts proved abortive. Fuck, still had that lingering scent of jasmine and vanilla stuck to my nose. 

"Of course, it would. Not everyone is a misogynist like you. I appreciate women to the bones," Money stated. "Did you not see her, the really good things on her body? Damn, what she smelled like..." He closed his eyes briefly as he inhaled. "Would do anything to get her, hopefully the president doesn't have eyes for her as well." I could feel his stare on me.

"Your downfall is gonna be like..." Bishop demonstrated by breaking yet another dart.

"I need not remind you..." I was about telling Bishop he would replace the darts he had intentionally broken. That was one of my club rules: you consciously destroy any of the club's properties, you replace them with immediate effect. 

"I'm fully aware, Havoc. Got several packets in my room." With a smirk on his face, he broke dart number six.

I had turned to tell Money I wasn't interested one bit in Serena when Ax, the club's Sergeant at Arms and Niko, the club's Road Captain joined us at the bar.

"Lover boy is back!" Money roared, his face instantly lit up, with his arms wide for Ax. "Welcome home... Damn, you smell like flowers." He added sniffing Ax like a bloodhound.

"My wife's influence, mate." Ax said with a chuckle, before turning to me. "Havoc! Missed you, man." He hollered, pushing through Niko and Money to get closer to me. He caught my right hand in a firm grip, then shook it hard. 

"Welcome back, brother." I side hugged him, my hand patting him on the back. Ax and I go way back since childhood. We went to the same military school, his mom and mine were best of friends. His dad was the club's vice president while mine was the Enforcer during their own time... Bishop's father was the president then. 

"Morning Prez." Niko greeted me, his hand placed to his chest.

I silently nodded as a response. 

"Zoey really does have you on chokehold." Money gave Ax a playful jab on the shoulder. "Look at how clean and shaven you are."

"Bet his cock and pits are shaven as well." Niko added.

"Anything my wife wants, dickheads." Ax laughed. 

Ax being married kind of still baffles me. This time last year, he had several women lined up for him at the club's VIP lounge in some sort of reverse gang bang... Or was it when he was openly given a blowjob by three women during one of the club's night parties before spilling his cum on their faces and asking them to lick each other up. Nah, he was really the wildest of the group. Then, Zoey came into his life, initially as Chanel's doctor. Next, he fixed his wild eyes on her and whatever happened happened... Man became smitten, fell face flat for this woman and vowed to do forever with her. Zoey wasn't bad at all. Being a cool girl, I give her that...and a plus to the club 'cause sometimes, she assists the club's resident doctor, Phillip, in taking care of the club members healthwise.

"Women talks, pfft." Bishop said with a sigh, his face having a strong looking of irritation as he leaves the bar. 

"Misogynistic cock." Money muttered.

"Not sure his cock hates pussy. He had four women in Safe Haven last night." Niko clarified. "I heard them screaming his name from inside while I was passing that area." 

The clubhouse had two playrooms...playroom, I mean halls strictly meant for sexual activities. One was called 'Safe Haven' that belonged to only the top dogs of the club and the other, named Freaky Spot' which belonged to other members of the club, prospects inclusive. 

I use none by the way. I prefer to be discreet so I choose my private hall for that.

"Are you sure he actually fucked them? Maybe, he must probably tied them up and flogged their bare asses with a whip." Money threw in a joke with a straight face, even I could not stop myself from chuckling... Niko and Ax were laughing their hearts out.

"You're not right and you're not wrong either," Niko said with a shake of head. "I've been in an orgy with him. Man uses intense brutal force to fuck from start to finish and he is more of an anal lover." 

"Oh no," Money groaned like someone in serious pain. "President, that beast needs to be stopped before he widens every butthole in this club." 

Another row of laughter at what he said.

"What's funny? I'm making an important suggestion here."

"Alright," I cleared my throat. "That's enough jokes for today. Money, inform the rest of the executives that we will be having a meeting at the chapel in an hour. After that, let's meet in my office. Some prospects need to be patched to officially join the club as full members while some hang arounds replacing the patched prospects' spots."

"Noted, President." 

"Niko, you will plan and organize a road ride with Bolt for next tomorrow," Bolt was the 'Tail Gunner' of the club. "Let's pay a visit to our sister club, Mothers of Agony. More details of this ride will be discussed in the chapel." 

"I will, Prez." He joined Money outside.

"Don't have any job for me, Havoc?" Ax asked.

"You just came back from a love trip. Are you sure you've recovered from all those....you know what I mean." 

"Sex is no work for me. I was inside my wife for three days straight."

"I hope you didn't make her come back on a wheelchair."

"Fuck you, man." He laughed. "My wife's got strong bones." 

"If you say so." I shrugged my shoulders. "Go through the security cameras of last night. A Widow's Bite minion found his way to our garage and was very close to exploding it."

"Hope the bastard was caught?"

"Of course, Blade's got owl's eyes. He's currently at the basement with him."

"He dead?"

"Will be by evening... Blade's hands. His dead body will be sent back to Rex with the club's sign marked on his chest."

"That's nice to hear. Rex should know that Frost Vipers has been and will always be miles ahead of his dead ass club."

"The cocksucker already knows." I tilted my head a bit, my eyes briefly darted to the window...and I instantly regretted why I did that. Serena had just come out from the other side of the building, heading towards the gate. My cock was twitching again. I tried so hard to remove my eyes from her round moving backside as she walked, but it seemed like my eyes have a mind of its own. 

And hold the fuck on! This should be more than thirty minutes now and I still remembered her name. No, this was so wrong.

'I have to...' My stomach rumbled. 'Yes, I need to eat.' Hunger could be the reason for this abnormal behaviour. 

"Hey, you." I snapped my fingers at one of the prospects cleaning the tables. "Get my breakfast from the kitchen and take it to my private hall at once."

"Okay, Prez." 

The dude was still trying to set the table to its right position when I barked, "Don't make me get there before you!"

He ran out of the bar, nearly toppled over twice.

Good for him. I was already mad at myself for thinking about Ser... fuck, stop saying her name... and I would have hated for someone else to add to it.