Death Layer (The Depraved Club) by Celia Loren & Colleen Masters

Author:Celia Loren & Colleen Masters
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Hearts Collective Publishing
Published: 2014-08-14T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Bane and I are standing in the office where this all started for me: Jack Keller’s den in the underground D.L. Club. I can hear screams and moans from the drug, sex, and fighting dungeons just down the hall. The room is dense with sweat and suspense.

Six patch-wearing officers of the Death Layer Motorcycle Club are sitting in smoking chairs or leaning against the absurd brocade wallpaper and bookshelves. Their faces are as serious as a heart attack, just the way Mr. King used to look at Skollz Corp board meetings. Only instead of smart phones, these guys all have guns.

I’m shivering in spite of the high temperature. My lacy lingerie dress is torn and pathetic, but feels somehow appropriate. No one is paying much attention to me anyway, like I’m just another piece of furniture or something. Anyway, it’s not so much the exposure that has me shaking; it’s just plain old fear.

Bane is on trial.

The hefty, bearded man I recognize from the bar as the Sergeant at Arms is here. So is Judge Jefferson from the band, who evidently moonlights as club Treasurer. President Jack Keller is heading the meeting, his severe face smug and leonine. It finally occurs to me who Jack reminds me of: Scar, the evil uncle from The Lion King. I can’t stop staring at the void and burn mark where Jack’s eyebrow should be.

He even sounds like Jeremy Irons. “All you officers are witnesses,” Jack rasps between puffs on his cigar. “Road Captain Bane ‘the Beast’ Harme openly confesses that he killed our brother Paul ‘Smokey’ Gunn over a piece of tail of all goddamn things. Death Layer has a strict no-kill policy among members. We look down on that sort of bullshit. Retribution has always been blood for blood. Now I call upon you officers to act as judge, jury and executioners.”

The men all shuffle, tense. The grandfather clock with the skeleton and D.L. initials engraved on top tells me we’ve been here for over an hour, the men grilling Bane about Smokey’s death. Now Bane clears his throat, taking the floor.

“Look down on killing at Death Layer, do we?” Bane says. “That’s rich. What about manipulation, stealing, destruction of property, raping a brother’s property? Smokey broke charter laws too!” Bane holds up one finger. “One, he stole my dog and threw her in the ring; but that was probably on your fucking orders, right Jack? You all know I don’t do dog fights. Fucking stealing, not to mention you almost succeeded in killing my dog!”

Jack’s eyes gleam but he doesn’t answer.

Bane continues, pointing at me. “Two, Smokey attacked my property. Twice. Now you yourself agreed to my terms that no one touch her. I warned the son of a bitch that I was serious after he got too familiar yesterday, and tonight I catch him fucking pants down and dick out. You expect me to just slap his fucking wrist?”

“So you killed a brother over pussy?” This comes from the furious Sergeant at Arms.

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