with one big fist. The man seemed just about as surly as his namesake, too, with a permanent scowl etched on his face.
"So let me get this straight. I'm supposed to just let Hell Raiders pass fully armed through Saxons territory? What do we get out of it?" He held up a big hand. "And before you say it, I'm not the warm fuzzy type."
Trip grinned. "Figured you'd say that. Kellen authorized me to offer a tariff."
"How much?"
Trip spent the next hour convincing the Saxons Prez the good will and possible future alliance with the Hell Raiders held more value than a few more percentage points of the fee for the job. Finally they reached an agreement and shook on it. Trip allowed himself a mental sigh of relief. He and Stella could get the fuck out of there, at long last.
Buffalo stood and led the way back out to the main room where a couple dozen Saxons drank, played pool and watched TV. Stella remained slightly apart without obviously snubbing anyone, drinking his beer and pretending to listen to one of the girls with an occasional nod.
Trip stretched a little and cracked his neck to signal Stella the deal had been accepted. No doubt Stella was more than ready to get the hell out of the Saxons' house, too.
Two of the women from the ones offered to Trip the night before appeared at Buffalo's side and he draped his heavy arms over their shoulders. One giggled when he squeezed her tit. "Saxons, drink up. I'm in a mood to celebrate." A cheer rolled through the room as the Saxons followed orders and drained their drinks. Buffalo turned to Trip. "You like the little bitch you had last night?"
Wary of insulting the big man just when it seemed like he successfully negotiated a deal, Trip considered his reply. "Yeah, she's pretty damn sweet."
The big man grinned ear to ear. "Good." He slapped one of the girls with him on the ass. "Go find her and bring her." The girl took off like an Olympic runner and Buffalo turned back to Trip. "Broke that one in myself. She'll be good to you while we celebrate. Send you off all nice and relaxed tomorrow."
Fuck. "I'd like to, man, but we gotta head on out. Got a couple more clubs to visit before we can start back home."
The grin disappeared. Buffalo's hand tightened on the girl's tit until she cried out. No more giggling from her. "Fuck that. We made a deal in good faith. You ain't too good to party with us, are you? Besides, it's too late in the day to make any miles."
The room had gone quiet as the Saxons picked up on their president's mood.
Damn it all to hell. Trip shrugged. "Yeah, you're right. A good deal calls for celebrating." He nodded to Stella. "My boy's gotta call his ol' lady and check in. Never seen a fucker so whipped."
Thankfully, Buffalo and the other Saxons laughed, seeming to accept his backtracking. At least he'd cleared Stella to call Kellen and let him know what was happening. It would be up to Kellen to contact the River Rogues and the Death Knights and inform them of the delay, and more importantly, make sure the other MCs wouldn't take it as disrespect.
Stella said something and the Saxons nearest him laughed as he headed out the door to make his check in call.
The girl Buffalo sent for Tanya returned and whispered something in his ear. He nodded. "The little bitch will be out for you in a minute. You must have used her good, she's getting cleaned up." He laughed at his own humor and stuck one hand between the girl's legs. Her face showed mortal dread, making Trip's gut churn. Buffalo chugged his beer and handed it off to the other girl. "Reminds me, I've got a bitch needs using right here." In the next breath he forced the girl face down over a table, opened his pants and started fucking her.
Trip turned away, but not before he spotted the grimace of pain on the young woman's face. Shit. He fucking despised brutes like that. If he ever had the chance, he would make sure Buffalo never used his dick to hurt a woman again. After his cousin had been brutally raped by