Sex & Mayhem 02 The Devil's Ride (5 page)

Tooth almost took a step back, smashed face-first
with the reason why he ended up being a member of the Coffin Nails.
And as always when expecting another hit, he braced himself for it,
taking a deep breath and folding his arms across his chest. “When
was the last time you talked to him?” he asked, eager to turn the
topic around.

Priest scowled. “Shit, I don’t even know. Five years
ago? Ten? He’s just… you’ve seen him, he’s not like Bell. I knew he
wasn’t Nails material.” Priest ran his fingers through his short
dark hair. It was painful to watch. Tooth respected Priest a great
deal, he believed him to be a great club president and businessman,
but the man clearly needed some bitter truths and who else was to
give them if not his vice president?

“With all due respect, if I remember right you let
the kid live with a suicidal mother and only realized he was gone
two weeks after she blew her brains out. And now, you want him to
go back to school and eat his greens? Come on, Priest, you’re
losing me here.” Tooth shook his head.

Priest groaned. “So I’ve made mistakes, but I never
thought he’d degenerate like this. I saw him today, and I can see
that scrawny thing won’t survive in the street. He’s my
responsibility now with Hannah six feet under. I lost contact with
her for years. I didn’t know her depression went downhill like
that. I always thought she was a good mother.”

Tooth gritted
teeth not to say anything rushed because Priest was a good
father to the kids he had with Dolly. It was only the one he got on
the side that never received much attention. “So, what’s your
plan?”

“Your cousin was gay, you know how to deal with shit
like that, right? I need someone to look out for him, and I can’t
just keep him locked away, that beats the point.”

Tooth’s knees became a little bit softer. “Being gay
doesn’t make him any different than any other stray kid,” he
muttered, already knowing he would agree to the request that was
bound to be voiced. Because who would if not him? Was he to deal
with all that temptation again and again?

“
Doesn’t it? I don’t know how to handle a boy like
that. You live at the
clubhouse, you’re responsible, not like all those other
fuckers.” Priest took a deep breath. “I’d just need you to keep an
eye on him, make sure he goes to school. No dating,” he added
quickly as if that was the most important bit.

Tooth raised his eyebrows, but he wasn’t going to
question that. The kid’s love life would hopefully be the least of
his problems. “So you want me to babysit him?”

“Just for a while. I’m sure he’ll come ‘round when
he sees what’s good for him. We can then give him his own room and
shit. How long can it take? A week? Two? He’ll get free food and a
roof over his head. He’ll want to stay himself.”

Tooth sighed, resigned to his fate. He could
imagine the boy wanting to stay under a roof, with free food, but
what about the people who would most likely constantly pick on him?
It wasn’t an environment for a guy like that, and Tooth knew
that
all too well.
“Yeah, maybe.”

Priest smiled, relief painted all over his face.
“I’ll owe you. Hell, you can deal with drunk brothers throwing
fists at each other. I’m sure you can handle a teenager,
right?”

Tooth pulled on his beard again and shrugged. “I
suppose. But what do we do about Dolly? She’ll know something’s up
when she sees him. He doesn’t fit in.”

Priest’s eyes widened. “I know, we’ll just tell
her he’s your cousin. That’ll make sense and push the focus away
from me. I can deal with her at the end of the day, but why bother
with all the fuss. You know how she
gets sometimes.”

Tooth remembered the paint thrown all over the bar
all too well, but the situation he was pushed into reminded him of
things he wished he could leave behind forever. Still, he wouldn’t
refuse because at the end of the day, if someone was to do it, he
wouldn’t trust anyone more than himself. “All right. Just make sure
everyone knows.” He patted Priest’s chest with the back of his
hand. “That includes your son.”

“I’ll tell him. He’ll calm down. Tomorrow we’ll ask
Lucifer about Suzy and go find the bitch. She’s always delivered
payment and everything, so we need to find out what happened.”
Priest got off the desk. “You’re saving my life, Tooth. I’ll talk
to the boy tomorrow. Tell him what’s gonna happen.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Tooth slowly gravitated
toward the door, already exhausted with his new job. And it had
been so peaceful lately. Good things always come to an end.

They left the office and went their separate
ways.

Tooth never had people over in his room. With other
club members he met up in the common areas, and he never fucked at
home, so opening the door with the knowledge that he was not alone
was very odd. He entered the darkness and shut the door loud enough
for Lucifer to hear him. The open bathroom was the only source of
light inside, and Tooth was glad it was on the same side of the
bedroom as the door. He could at least prepare himself before
facing that blond little devil again.

“Oh, my God!” he heard. “You took forever. I’m
getting all wrinkled.”

Tooth smirked despite his best
intentions. “Duty called.” He strolled
into the bathroom with his gaze on the level where Luci’s face
should be. He was hit by a thick smell of cosmetics.

“
You had to pull someone’s tooth?”
Luci
fer asked
nonchalantly and squeezed some water out of his hair, twisting it
into a thick rope.

Tooth shrugged and took out the key to the
handcuffs. “Not this time but you know who to call if something
hurts in there.”

Despite his best efforts, his gaze strayed to the
lithe body in his tub as he started unlocking the cuff. The water
was too clouded to reveal much, but the way Luci
fer’s milky limbs emerged from it made him
do a discreet double-take. He already hated his new job.

Luci
fer
wasn’t all that small. His young body was pretty much hairless but
had a nice sturdiness to it. It was a lot safer to think of him as
a ‘kid’ though. It would help Tooth in treating Priest’s son as an
asexual being. But when Luci reached over for the towel, his toned
stomach tensed in a way that was everything but ‘asexual’. Not to
mention all the ink on the boy’s skin. An ornate ‘Roadkill’ under
his collarbones, the tramp stamp on his lower back, the demon wings
on his back. All so touchable and available.

Tooth walked out of the bathroom and switched on the
light in the bedroom. “You want something to drink?” he asked,
heading straight for his small fridge. He needed some coffee.

“You have sake?” the brat asked from the bathroom
and walked into the bedroom with the towel… wrapped around his hair
instead of even an inch of his lean body. “Or whatever actually.
Beer even.”

Tooth’s eyelid twitched. He picked up a blanket
from the bed and tossed it at Luci
fer. “You’re too young for that.”

“
I’m almost twenty, which is almost
twenty-one.” Lucifer’s pale
blond eyebrows went up, and he hugged the blanket, finally covering
some of that appetizing meat. Blue eyes gave Tooth an expectant
look, but it was clear the attitude was bravado to hide his fear.
Luci was in no position to have an ounce of confidence. He was in
the Coffin Nails’ clubhouse and didn’t even have pants.

Tooth snorted. “Yeah, right. Coke it is then,” he
said, pulling out two cans. He needed to let the guys know to bring
the boy’s bag in here.

“
Sooo… can I go?” Luci
fer sucked in his bottom lip. He had a shapely
face with a small nose and big eyes that reminded Tooth of his
stepsister, Astaroth.

“No.” Tooth handed him the Coke and gestured to the
bed. “We really need some information about your friend Suzy.”

Luci
fer
took a deep breath and unrolled his hair out of the towel. “Can I
get something to wear? I was thinking about the Suzy
thing.”

Tooth bit his lip and quickly turned to his closet.
There were some things he could come up with, so he started looking
through the shelves to find something that would fit Lucifer’s much
smaller frame. “And?”

“
I don’t remember the address. It was dark the last
time
I was there, but I
could lead you there,” he said and passed Tooth to sit on the bed.
The glimpse of bruised skin on Luci’s ass was enough to raise
Tooth’s pulse.

“Why did you get that tattoo?” asked Tooth, pulling
out an old T-shirt that was on the smaller side, and shorts he
sometimes lounged in in the summer. The brief flash of that
delicious ass reminded him of the lewd mark on Lucifer’s skin.

“
Which one?” Luci
fer looked over his body, still hugging the
blanket. The wet, messy hair made him look no less attractive.
There was a sullen mystery in those blue eyes, and Tooth needed to
figure it out right the fuck now if he was to live with this boy.
“I always wanted a cat, so I got this tat,” said Luci and held out
his wrist to show a small tattoo of a black cat.

Tooth crooked his head, surprised by the small
design. It was nice, completely clashing with the tramp stamp and
random mess of other ink. He opened the can of coffee and took a
slow sip. “The one on your
tailbone.”

A sly smile bloomed on Lucifer’s full lips, and he
slowly pulled the blanket down into his lap. “Why? Is it whetting
your appetite?” He threw the blanket to the bed and got up.

“No.” Tooth frowned, keeping his eyes on the boy’s
face. He opened a drawer and rummaged through it in search of body
tape. “Do you have no self-respect whatsoever?”

Luci
fer
crossed his arms on his chest and cocked his head to the side.
“It’s sexy.”

“No, it’s not.” Tooth threw the clothes on the bed
and came closer with the tape. This boy needed someone to finally
teach him a few lessons about life. “Turn around.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes and followed the order,
pulling his hair to the front. The gesture uncovered his back,
showing off the two demon wings tattooed on his shoulder blades.
One was still only a lineart without filling, but the other would
be quite pretty if it wasn’t for the fact that wings were such
a
cliché for a back tat.
But Tooth couldn’t stop there. His gaze slid lower, along the
pronounced spine. He skimmed the ugly tattoo, and there they were,
those pert buttocks covered in fresh welts that had to be still
warm to the touch. He swallowed and quickly stepped closer to make
this easier on himself. He used the body tape to care for his own
tattoos, but this would be a good deed. He ripped off a piece and
pressed the strip against the top of the tramp stamp, accidentally
brushing over warm skin.

Luci
fer
looked over his arm and took a step forward to escape. “Hey! What
are you doing? I thought you wanted to have a look.”

Tooth frowned at him. “Your father doesn’t want to
see it, and neither do I.” He held Luci
fer in place by the neck.

“
He’s not going to see it if I wear that
bigass T-shirt.” Lucifer
squirmed in the grip, but Tooth still managed to stick another wide
strip of tape to him, covering another third of the tat. The way
his body tried to wiggle out of the grip had Tooth wishing he could
cuff him again. “Who made you the king of morality,
prick?”

Tooth pushed him down and ripped the last strip of
tape with his teeth. The stir in his groin told him he needed to
finish this quick
ly.
What an ass. Lucifer was squirming so beautifully. “My home, my
rules, boy. Get used to that.”

Lucifer turned around with a deep frown, trying to
see the tape on his lower back. His cheeks were flushed, and his
lips created the perfect pout. “After I show you Suzy’s place, it’s
coming off, and you can go fuck yourself,” he spat and leaned over
to the bed for the clothes.

Tooth looked away to spare himself further torture.
“I don’t think so. Your dad will speak to you about it soon.”

“About what?” Luci passed Tooth and went to the
bathroom.

It was like having a spin
ning top constantly circling the room, the kid
just wouldn’t stay in place. At least he was dressed now. Without
the sparkly leggings, with his hair natural, and in Tooth’s
oversized clothes, he stopped looking like a slutty stripper boy.
Instead, Lucifer was a pretty young, long-haired man in an old Iron
Maiden T-shirt. If that wasn’t hot, Tooth didn’t know what was. Not
to mention that it was Tooth’s shirt, and that kind of turned him
on. The boy would look beautiful gagged with Tooth’s belt, too, but
it wasn’t something Tooth could ever try with Priest’s
kid.

“Your dad was looking for you, you know. You
disappeared like a single straw in a haystack.”

Lucifer was already bending over the bathtub, but
instantly straightened up. He began twisting his hair above
his head until it twirled into
a bun at the back. “Why would he look for me?” he muttered after he
secured the hair with some magic trick of his fingers.

Tooth stared at him, unsure what to say to that, so
he just shrugged, taking another sip of canned coffee. “Dunno. He
just wanted to find you when he got to know you’re... alone.” It
was a bad euphemism for ‘your mother had been found dead’, but he
had to say something.

Their eyes met, but Lucifer quickly turned back to
the tub. “Now I get it. He probably wanted me to prospect, so I
could take over in a few years. It only makes sense with my natural
flare for the biker world, but I was good on my own.”