Because youre mine, p.1
Because You're Mine, page 1
BECAUSE YOU’RE MINE
IRON DOGZ MC CAPE TOWN
RENÉ VAN DALEN
BECAUSE YOU’RE MINE
Iron Dogz MC Cape Town
Book 1
Copyright © 2024 René Van Dalen
ISBN 978-0-7961-7293-8
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Warning: This book contains graphic language, violence, abuse and sexual content. Intended for mature audiences, 18 years and older.
DEDICATION
As Always and Forever
13 1 13
And
For Jayne Rushton who loved Spider from the very first.
When Spider webs unite they can tie up a lion.
African Proverb
If you want to live and thrive,
Let the spider run alive.
Old Rhyme
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Please be aware this book may contain triggers for sensitive readers.
It has abuse, child abuse, graphic language, violence and sex in the content.
Therefore, please be aware of the above triggers before you continue.
Please note that my IRON DOGZ MC books are set in South Africa and written in South African English. I use Afrikaans, Zulu and Sotho words in my writing as well.
I’ve translated most words as the books unfold and there is a glossary at the back of the book.
Thank you for once again going on this ride with me.
As with all my books I solidly walk on the dark side.
Come and take a walk with me.
CONTENTS
AUTHOR’S NOTE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
OTHER BOOKS BY RENÉ VAN DALEN
IRON DOGZ MC – CAPE TOWN
PLAYLIST
GLOSSARY
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CONNECT WITH RENÉ VAN DALEN
CHAPTER ONE
Spider
Lounging in his chair Spider spun it to face the wall of glass. It took up one entire side of his office and gave him a view over part of the city and the harbour.
And the ocean, the endlessly blue ocean, calling to him like the siren she was.
He hated spending time in this damned building and without a view to the outside world it would have been absolute torture.
His offices at the clubhouses in Joburg and Cape Town had no windows and he had hung large photos of the ocean to minimise the feeling of being enclosed in a cement box. The difference was that at the clubhouses he could walk outside, get on his bike and go for a ride, and no one would think it was odd.
Here, at the Cape Town IDMC Corporate offices, he felt like he was under a magnifying glass, being studied. He resented the way he was stared at and judged when he came into the office wearing his kutte, tee and jeans.
As one of the owners of the fucking company the judgmental attitude pissed him off.
Before he started here Kid had warned him that the attitude of their office employees weren’t the same as what he was used to. In Joburg he never wore a suit or pretended to be anything other than what he was and no one batted an eyelid. As far as he was concerned it was about how competent you were and not about what you wore or looked like. Joburg had a more relaxed atmosphere, but maybe it was because the office building was on the club’s property and their employees were all connected to the club in some way.
Here their office building was in the city centre and most of the employees had no connection to the club. It seemed that appearance and status was everything. To some of the people anyway.
Personally he couldn’t give a shit.
The judgemental bastards forgot one very important fact, he was the one who held the power.
He was the CFO of the Iron Dogz Group of Companies and it was his name on the door of the executive office on the top floor. The fuckers should start remembering who paid their salaries.
Katherine “Kat” Campbell, their General Manager, was the one person at the office he liked. Not only was she family and club, she was an outstanding business woman, and had supported him from the very first day he had walked into the conference room to meet their employees.
In his jeans and kutte. Suffice it to say, it had not gone down well.
Luckily he could work remotely and did so most of the time.
Today however, it was imperative that he be here.
He sighed as he looked out at the blue, the siren was calling to him. What he wouldn’t give to be out there right now, riding the waves or his bike up the coast.
Instead he was handling boring shit because he needed to be where he could do the most good, should shit hit the fan.
Not that anything was going to go wrong. They had planned too carefully.
In the run up to today the club had taken control over most of the docks to ensure the safety of their brothers and the cargo. There had been some kick back from Amos Fortuin, the boss of the Fortunes gang, when they shut down his access but it had been handled quickly and cleanly. Money talks.
They had their people in key positions on the docks and Dom Maingarde’s people were there as well. The loading of the container should go off without any problems.
But then again, it was best to anticipate problems, that way one wasn’t caught on the back foot. And that was why he was in the office along with Kat. The two of them would handle anything that might come up.
With a bored sigh he looked back at the monitor on his desk.
They had a couple of hours to go before their first shipment to the Wraiths would be on its way to the US. Their part would be done but the only time he would breathe easy was when the cargo made it through customs on the US side.
When Dom and the SWMC brought the business proposition to them he and Kid had focused on the money it would bring in. The club had been in dire need of a cash infusion.
Kriek, the previous Treasurer, had mismanaged the club’s money and driven them close to bankruptcy. Spider had been furious when he’d had a good look at the club’s books. According to the figures their businesses were in a steep downward spiral, showing zero growth.
He had to make hard decisions, cutting funding to unnecessary projects Kriek had funded, to save the club from bleeding more money.
They had been forced to find a way to make money, fast.
Heaven forbid disaster struck them as it did Joburg, there would be no funds available to rebuild. He had one hell of a job on his hands to get the club back into the black.
Kriek had let the dues of some of the senior members and elders slide. The elders he sort of understood but the senior members? No, not at all. It was unacceptable, even without taking a cut from the club’s miserable income you paid your dues, like everyone else.
His first order of business had been to dock outstanding dues from pay packets. It meant he wasn’t popular with some of the brothers but he didn’t care. He had a job to do and he would do it.
Their pitiful cash flow and low pay packets were the main reasons the officers and lieutenants had voted to get back into doing business on the dark side. They were careful and for now kept it on a need to know basis. Only the officers and those brothers they trusted were in on their new business venture, and it would stay that way for the foreseeable future.
At least until the club is fairly stable.
Today they were sending out their first shipment of arms in broad fucking daylight.
Unbelievable.
He couldn’t wait for it to be done so he could grab his board and drive down to the beach where he was meeting Kellen. They were going to hang out, catch some waves and just relax.
A couple of hours later the cargo had been safely loaded and the ship was cleared to sail.
It was time to get out of the fake air of the building and breathe the fresh ocean air.
The afternoon traffic was hectic and he was relieved when he finally reached the beach.
Kel was leaning against the side of his battered dark green Jeep, his wetsuit pulled up to his waist, waiting for him.
Spider grinned as he jumped out.
“Hey brother, hope you haven’t been waiting long. I had shit to take care of at the office.” He apologised.
Kel dragged him in for a quick hug and slapped his back.
“Hey bru, no sweat, I only got here a few minutes ago myself, my last client arrived late.”
Using the fob he opened the baggage area of his cage, dragged off his tee and threw it into the back. He wrapped his big beach towel around his waist, dropped his shorts and pulled on his wetsuit. His towel, shorts and slops joined the tee.
They were ready for the waves.
Sitting on their boards in the water they chatted to the other surfers about the expected change in the weather that would be bringing in big swells towards the weekend.
Kellen liked riding the big waves the storm fronts brought in.
Spider wasn’t scared of riding them he just knew he wasn’t experienced enough. Not yet anyway.
Hours later as the sun started sliding below the horizon he was pleasantly tired as he walked out of the ocean with his board under his arm. It had been a great few hours spent with a good friend and the other surfers who had come out to catch some waves.
It was almost full dark when he followed Kel’s vehicle out of the almost empty parking area.
With a last wave he split off from his friend and headed to the IDMC clubhouse. He hoped like hell one of the old ladies or a club slut had cooked dinner because he was starving and didn’t feel like cooking or microwaving something to eat.
Pulling up to the heavily reinforced steel gates he slowly drove through when they opened. Giving a chin lift to the brother on duty in the guard house as he passed it. Driving around to the garage he pulled in to his space, parking next to the other cages.
Before he could go inside though he had to take care of his wetsuit and board, he had it down by now.
Being a Tuesday the common room wasn’t as packed as it would have been on a weekend. Some of the older brothers were hanging out, chatting, laughing, drinking and some were getting blowjobs from the sluts. It was something he had never done, gotten a blowjob or fucked bitches in front of his brothers. He wasn’t body shy, not at all, he just wasn’t into being watched while he fucked.
Making his way through the tables he greeted brothers as he passed on his way to the stairs. He had a room on the top floor, the same as the other officers. From the corner of his eye he saw a slut heading his way, she’d been damned persistent lately. There was no way she would be getting anywhere near his dick, ignoring her he ran up the stairs. He wasn’t worried about being followed, the bitches weren’t allowed upstairs unless a brother invited them and escorted them to his room.
It was a rule Kid wanted to change.
Unlocking his door he closed and locked it and dropped his duffle on his bed. It took a minute to unzip and throw his dirty shit in the hamper. It was a habit that had been thumped into him by his mum since he was a little boy.
Picking up behind himself and keeping his room clean was second nature now.
He needed to shower the ocean from his skin. Undressing he walked into the small bathroom, it was only big enough for a shower, a basin and an enclosed toilet, he didn’t mind, it did the job.
Starting the shower he stepped in, tipped his head back and let the warm water cascade over his body. He washed away the sticky salt of the ocean then washed his hair. It would be a disaster if he didn’t. He had to admit, he was a bit vain about his hair and took care of it. The same with his beard, not that he had much of a beard, it was more of a short scruff.
Unlike his dad, brother and cousin he had never been into growing a thick beard, he liked it short.
Pulling on faded and battered blue jeans and a black tee he pushed his feet into his boots, brushed his damp long hair back and headed downstairs. His stomach was grumbling fiercely, it was time to find something to eat.
After getting a beer from the prospect at the bar he followed his nose to the kitchen.
Noe and Mads, one of the women in her crew, were sitting at the table, bowls of pasta in front of them.
“Damn, I hope there’s more of that.” He groaned as he drew in a deep appreciative breath.
“Ja, there’s a tray in the oven, help yourself.” Noe tilted her chin towards the big industrial ovens.
Spider opened the oven door and smiled at the size of the tray. Fantastic.
Loading his plate he drew out a chair, sat down next to Noe and virtually fell on his food like a ravenous beast.
“Did you go surfing before coming home?” She asked as she pushed her empty plate away.
Spider nodded. “Ja, I met up with Kel and we caught a couple of good ones.”
“You look tired.” She frowned at him. “You’ve got dark circles under your eyes. Aren’t you sleeping well?”
He shrugged. “I’m sleeping okay, taking over as Treasurer hasn’t been as smooth as I would have liked. I’ve been putting in long hours the last few weeks.”
It wasn’t as if she didn’t know what was going on but they couldn’t discuss it in the kitchen where anyone could over hear them.
He deliberately changed the subject.
“Where’s the Boss and the bambino? They usually eat dinner with you.” He mumbled as he stuffed his mouth.
Noe snorted. “Kid is in a meet with Orca, Blaze and Sly, and I put Laney down in his office.” She pointed at the baby monitor with a long finger.
Spider stopped eating and looked at her with a frown. “Anything I should know?”
The women looked at each other and both pulled disgusted faces.
“Some shit went down with the sluts over the weekend. Were you here?” Noe asked.
He slowly shook his head from side to side with a frown.
“Nope. On Friday afternoon Dizzy, Wrath, Blacky, and I met up with Rock and some of his Sinners brothers and took a ride up the coast. We got back late Sunday afternoon and spent most of the evening at their clubhouse before coming back here.”
“Lucky you.” Mads said with an exaggerated shudder. “On Saturday night the sluts and some of the hangarounds got into a fight. We heard they were fighting over who has dibs on the officers and lieutenants. Apparently the new slut, no idea what her name is, claimed she was the only one allowed to fuck them. That’s when the slapping and screeching started. The nasty-ass bitches were rolling around on the floor pulling out extensions and chunks of hair, while slapping and biting. I was told there were a lot of disgusting twats on display.”
“What the fuck?” Spider was instantly pissed off.
“Exactly what I said when Sly called Kid to come sort the shit out.” Noe growled. “I told him weeks ago he had to get rid of the more toxic bitches, but noooo. You fuckers had a vote and decided they could stay, now look at the shit we have to deal with.”
Spider held both hands up. “I voted to kick them out. I don’t stick my dick in sluts or hangarounds. Those bitches are nasty as fuck.”
Noe tapped him on his shoulder and winked at Mads, her lips curving up on one side.
“And that’s one of the reasons why he’s one of my favourite brothers. The day he brings an old lady home we won’t have to worry about some slut claiming she’s had a ride on his cock.”
Spider ignored them and went back to eating but then her words repeated in his brain, ‘the new slut claimed only she was allowed to fuck the officers and lieutenants’.
What the fuck?
Shoving his chair back he got up, swallowed the last of his beer and dropped the empty in the recycling bin. Not saying a word he picked up his still half full bowl of food and stormed out of the kitchen.
He was done with sluts causing shit and having the run of the clubhouse.
This was his club, his home.
It belonged to him and his brothers, no one else.
The sluts were here to serve those brothers who wanted a fuck, nothing more. They were nobody and not important in the greater scheme of things.
At Orca’s office he hammered his fist on the door twice then waited. He didn’t have to wait long. Sly opened the door with a heavy frown. Spider didn’t hesitate, he pushed past the brother and into the office.
