As the members of DLMC went back to the clubhouse, Ivan hung back to reminisce about the days of old. The days that the rack was used weekly, and slow slicing and sawing weren’t looked down on by the younger members. Gibbeting and flaying were taught to the children of the MC so that they could carry on tradition. Some days Ivan didn’t want to be the only original but days like today made it worthwhile, and when they brought back the package that was being picked up, he would be in heaven. Sheer bliss. He lived for this, and that’s how he got brought into the DLMC in the first place. They were looking for someone with experience in torture. Someone with little to no morals. They found Ivan finishing up a contract in Russia. He was taking out and torturing people. Ivan worked with the United States Army Special Forces on several occasions. People who thought that they were above the law didn’t stand a chance against him. He was a hitman of sorts, and he was the best. No one rivaled his knowledge of torture devices, how to use them, and the mind set to do it. He was a ruthless man, which earned him the nickname of Ivan the Terrible, long before the DLMC proved to be worthy of his services.
Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Nine
“I’m done for the day; what do you say we get out of here?” Tyson asked Arianna who was behind the bar restocking the beer cooler.
“Who’s gonna run the bar if I leave?”
Looking around to see who was in the common room, Tyson saw Greaser and said, “Take over behind the bar I gotta take my ole lady to her new house.”
“No problem, Boss,” said Greaser laying down the pool stick he had just picked up.
“Greaser, I just restocked everything so you should be good to go,” Arianna said grabbing her jacket and purse.
“Thanks, Arianna,” said Greaser tipping his imaginary hat.
Walking outside past all the bikes was a daily occurrence for Arianna so out of sheer repetition that’s what she did. “Anna, where are you going?” Tyson snickered and asked.
“Fuck, I’m just so used to going to my car when I leave that’s what I was doing,” she said smacking herself on the forehead.
“I mean we can take your car, but I figured it would be more fun on my bike,” said Tyson laughing and getting the extra helmet out that said property of Tyson on the front and Arianna on the back.
“Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked, taking the helmet and reading the front and back.
“It’s one of many hidden talents,” said Tyson grabbing Arianna by the waist, picking her up and sitting her on his Harley. Taking her purse and jacket and shoving them into the saddlebags he said, “You will need to hold on to me and not those.”
“What if I need them though?” she asked.
“You won’t,” Tyson said slinging his leg over the Harley and flopping down in front of her.
“But my money and things are in my purse,” said Arianna watching Tyson’s ass sit down in front of her.
“You won’t need it and stop staring at my ass,” said Tyson.
“I believe that this ass now belongs to me,” Arianna said grabbing two handfuls of Tyson’s ass.
“Wow,” said Tyson feeling his dick instantaneously get hard. “If you keep that up, we won’t make it out of the fuckin’ parking lot,” he said reaching back to get her hand and place it on his swollen jean covered cock.
“If you keep that up, we won’t make it off this fuckin’ bike,” she said massaging his dick through his jeans.
“Hold the fuck on,” said Tyson flipping up the kickstand and rolling out of the clubhouse parking lot.
It wasn’t a long ride, but it was a beautiful one. Maybe fifteen minutes from the club on a little dirt road that veered off to the right was a three-story old Victorian home that Tyson had updated and painted light purple, her favorite color.
“Welcome to our new home,” said Tyson stopping the bike, removing his helmet, and turning it off.
“Our new home, what do you mean?” she asked after removing her helmet.
I’ve been working on this bitch for two years, it was a fixer upper when I bought it,” Tyson said. “Me and the guys have been here every day trying to finish it for you.”
“How did you know I would even agree to be yours?” asked Arianna.
“I didn’t but I hoped that since I had imprinted on you that you would return the feelings someday.”
“When the fuck did that happen and why didn’t you say something to me?” she asked, playfully punching him on the shoulder.
“Because I couldn’t, imprinting is totally involuntary and can’t be forced upon the person that you imprinted on. If that person so chooses to reciprocate those feelings, their love will be almost impenetrable,” Tyson was telling her while he helped her off his bike.
“Why is it almost and not completely impenetrable?” she asked placing both hands on Tyson’s chest and laying her head over the area where his was heart so she could hear the blood pump through.
“Because if one of us dies it breaks the bond between us,” he said wrapping her up in his muscular arms and kissing the top of her head. “Now let’s not worry about that shit, we have the rest of our lives for that.”
“What are we going to do?” she asked raising her face from his chest.
“Well I think we should check out our
