Demon, page 3
Chapter 3
Demon
What a fucking mess. The last person I'd expected to find at the hideout was Bobbie. She'd been a club girl for Desert Rebels before she’d taken off a few months back. We didn't hold the girls there if they didn't want to stay, but there were fucking rules that we expected them to follow on the outside, one of which was that they didn’t fraternize with the enemy under any circumstances. Finding her with Devil's Soldiers was a big fucking problem.
The fact that I'd wanted her since the first time I’d laid my eyes on her was another, and didn't matter.
Busting in and finding her on her knees giving the fucker a blowjob had reminded me of just what kind of woman she was, but it hadn't stopped me from eating her up with my eyes. I'd never seen her completely naked before, and her tits and ass were a high ten on a scale of one to ten. Her pussy surpassed that. I'd always known she had a body, but I'd always denied myself the pleasure of fucking her. The quick and unexpected feelings she'd evoked in me from the beginning had sent me running the other way.
There'd even been a time when I'd thought about looking for her after she'd left, but I'd pushed down the thought. No one knew that I'd had a thing for her, not when they'd seen me rejecting her time and time again. Getting close to one woman weakened a man, and it gave the woman too much power. And I knew from my instant reaction to her that she would not just be another pussy to fuck. So I'd stayed away from her and fucked the other club sluts every chance I got.
I couldn't afford to get attached.
The brothers who had old ladies, it worked for them. Cole had been the last to fall. But I'd been there, done that, and I wasn't getting into that fucking mess again. No woman was worth it, especially not a club whore.
"What the hell she'd have to go and do that for?" Sax groused, looking down at the two bodies bleeding out on the floor.
I shrugged. "Check the place out.”
I caught Bobbie's movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see her moving toward the woman in the room on the floor. She had bent to arrange the girl's clothes to cover her nudity. I cut my eyes to the other woman, who was standing there awkwardly and afraid, unsure what to do. "You want to live?"
She nodded her head vigorously.
"Then you don't speak about what happened here to anyone. You got me?" I demanded in a threatening tone.
Again she nodded.
"Can you make it to your friend's trailer by yourself?"
Another nod.
"Then go."
The woman turned and fled as if the hounds of hell were after her. I swung my gaze back to Bobbie. It wasn't going to go as easy for her. As far as I was concerned, she was a traitor.
"Holy hell!" I heard Sax swear from the bedroom a short distance away, and then he was walking toward us. "There are fucking cages in there. With bedding and buckets to piss in." His eyes, filled with disgust, went to Bobbie. "Were you girls being held back there, honey?"
She snorted. "Did you think we were here by choice?"
I sneered. "Didn't look like you were complaining too much with his dick in your mouth."
Her face turned red. "I did bite it off," she reminded everyone in the room.
Shrugging, I said indifferently, "You did say we scared you when we busted in here."
Bobbie rolled her eyes.
"Jesus, make sure the brother's know this when we get her back to the clubhouse," Cole winced, covering his dick, as if he were afraid he would meet the same fate as Roland, the unfortunate guy on the ground had.
"I'm not a fucking club girl anymore, Cole," Bobbie snapped with grit. "And I'm going to Pahrump."
"The fuck you are," I gritted sharply.
"You can't make me go with you!" she hissed, a fire in her pretty blue eyes.
I narrowed my eyes on her, feeling my blood pressure rising. "I can and I fucking will, woman. Right now I consider you a traitor."
Her mouth dropped open. "How can I be a traitor when I'm not associated with Desert Rebels anymore?" she huffed. "And these men kidnapped us! They were raping us every day. Keeping us caged like animals!"
Acid churned in my gut at the mention of rape, the picture of what I'd walked into fresh in my mind. Had the fucker been forcing Bobbie to blow him? Her attack on him certainly implied it, but everything had happened so fast once we'd pulled the door open and stepped inside. I didn't condone the mistreatment of women and our club always protected the weak, but in the back of my mind I questioned Bobbie’s claim of innocence.
"She's lying!" one of the men on the floor muttered. "Bitch is a traitor! She's been feeding us all kinds of information about you fucking assholes!"
"You lying son-of-a-bitch!" Bobbie squealed, making a move toward the man who'd spoken. She got in several kicks before I wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her back. She wiggled like an eel, swearing and spitting for all she was worth, hell-bent on getting free. "Let me go, Demon!"
I grunted, feeling her nails digging into my arms. "Calm down!" I growled against her ear, trying to ignore her delectable ass grinding against my dick. I squeezed her tightly, aware that I was cutting off her air. "As soon as you settle down, I'll release you."
She huffed and finally went limp.
"Better," I snarled, letting her go and meeting Cole's knowing smirk. The asshole thought he knew something about my attraction to Bobbie, but he was wrong.
Once Bobbie was far enough away, she turned back to face me with a glare and folded her arms across her tits. They weren't huge, but they were perky, and from what I'd seen earlier, damned mouthwatering.
"What's the plan?" Sax asked.
I glanced down at the two assholes on the floor. Both were wearing Devil's Soldiers’ cuts. "Get them to their feet."
Both men were bound around the ankles and wrists, but Sax and Cole managed to drag them to their feet without trouble. A snort of amusement escaped me when I noticed their zippers down and their limp dicks hanging out.
"You know our club patched over Devil's Soldiers a few years ago," I began, crossing my arms. "That means you're breaking club law by wearing those cuts."
"We don't know anything 'bout that," one of them snapped.
I closed the distance between us with a couple of steps. "Devil's Soldiers don't exist anymore." I gave Cole and Sax a look that I knew they'd understand. Sax removed the knife he kept in his belt and they proceeded to cut the leather cuts off the two men, leaving the shredded pieces on the floor where they fell. They didn't care if they nicked the bastards while they were doing it, either. "We're looking for the fuckers who attacked our clubhouse a few months back."
"Wasn’t us! You said yourself Devil's Soldiers don't exist anymore."
He'd been too quick with a comeback, and neither man could hold the hard look I kept narrowed on them. It was a look I used to intimidate my enemies because it worked. It made them squirm right before I moved in for the kill. The fact was that these men were going to meet the Grim Reaper before we left, and for several reasons.
As enforcer, Cole would be the one to dish out the punishment.
"You're lying!" Bobbie hissed. "I heard you talking about attacking another club!"
"It wasn’t the Desert Rebels!" he insisted, a look of fear in his eyes.
I reached for the bearded man, the one who'd done all the talking so far, and brought him in for a swift head butt, the force sending him stumbling backwards with a grunt of pain. The crack I heard indicated that I'd broken his nose, and blood soon gushed. He blinked rapidly and shook his head, as if trying to clear it. I shifted my eyes to the other man and grinned at the worry that I saw reflected in his brown eyes.
"I want answers, not smart-ass remarks," I told the younger man. "Devil's Soldiers destroyed our clubhouse and killed our brothers."
"Heard what went down, but we weren't part of it, I swear," he offered quickly.
"Don't you think it's kind of stupid to continue wearing Devil's Soldiers cuts?" Cole snorted in a rough tone.
I had a feeling that if the man hadn't been all bound up he'd be shrugging away Cole's inquiry.
"The bitches like it." He didn't have to convince me of that. A biker's cut drew the women in like bees to honey. "Gets us pussy."
Yeah, pussy they had to kidnap and rape. I raised a brow. "Not too smart are you?"
Sax shook his head with disbelief. "Yeah, didn't it occur to you after what went down that we'd be looking for anyone wearing their colors?"
Sax’s question brought to mind something that Oz had said during church. "If you aren't Devil's Soldiers, where'd you assholes get the cuts?"
The man hesitated, and I knew that he was either thinking up a good lie or he was afraid to speak the truth. With a growl of impatience, I reached for his shoulders with the intention of convincing him to answer me with a head butt like the one I'd given his friend.
"Wait! Wait!" he said in a panicked voice, his eyes round with fear. "We bought them off some bikers at a bar a while back."
Well, at least it hadn't been a yard sale.
"Said their MC had dissolved."
I exchanged looks with Cole and Sax. That was plausible. But it wouldn't make much of a difference in how this was going to end. They may not have been any of the men we were looking for, but they were still going to pay for what they'd done to the women.
"Where'd you hear about the attack on our clubhouse?" Cole growled.
"The same guys we bought the cuts from."
I rubbed the bottom half of my jaw, thinking back to an earlier conversation that I’d had with Oz about hired mercenaries. Fuck. It was possible that the men in the bar could have been the men hired from Vegas. With the job done, they hadn't needed the cuts anymore. What better way to put the heat on someone else than to pass off their cuts to some unsuspecting idiots? They'd had to have known that we'd be looking for anyone wearing a Devil's Soldiers cut.
The looks in my brother's eyes revealed that they'd come to the same conclusion. I exhaled deeply, my gaze going to Bobbie. She was still standing there with that obstinate scowl on her pretty face, arms crossed, and her eyes a blue fire that singed me where I stood. I wanted to grin, but I knew that would only piss her off more, and in that moment I didn't have time to deal with her ass. It appeared that she might not be as involved as I’d first thought, but I wasn't ready to completely believe her.
Or let her go.
"What are your names?" I demanded.
"Benny." He looked over at his bloody friend. "Steve. Roland is the one bleeding out on the floor."
"Lock them in the cages for now," I ordered my brothers, taking out my phone. I wasn't going to take Benny's word for it that they weren't Devil's Soldiers. I hit Colton's number. We'd patched him over from the other MC, so he would know if they were telling the truth or not.
"Yeah, Prez."
"Got three men here, need to know if they were your brothers when you were with Devil's Soldiers. Roland. Benny. Steve."
There was a brief pause while he thought it over. "Nope. Can't say their names sound familiar."
Fuck. I knew it wouldn't be that easy. "Listen, found Bobbie involved in the mess here." I knew that Colton would know who I was talking about. She hadn't been gone long enough for anyone to have forgotten her. "Ask Oz to find out what she's been up to since she left the clubhouse."
"Sure thing."
"I'll be in touch." I disconnected.
Sax came back into the room. "What about them?" He motioned towards the two bodies on the floor.
"Get them out of sight. And take care of that shit on the floor." I motioned toward the severed dick that was now staining the filthy carpet. He made a face, but moved to do what I asked.
Cole came into the room, saw what Sax was doing, and went over to help him. A light sound brought my attention back to Bobbie. Her expression had softened, and she'd dropped her arms.
"I heard about the attack on the clubhouse when it first happened," she said in a contrite tone. "I'm sorry about the brothers you lost."
"Thought you said you heard the assholes here talking about it."
There was remorse in her eyes. "They didn't mention the name of the MC, and I didn't make the connection."
She appeared sincere, and it wasn't anything I wanted to talk about. The clubhouse had been destroyed that day. Losing my VP, Tooly, along with Gage, Rugar, and the prospects, Clay and Joey, was still a raw wound that refused to heal. Another prospect, Fisher, had ended up in the burn unit at Lions and had recently been released. It had been one of the worst days in Desert Rebels’ history, and now it turned out that we had a traitor in our midst? Staring in the face of Bobbie's anguish, and questioning it, caused a blinding rage to go through me.
"Don't worry, it wasn't anyone you fucked. Tooly, Gage, and Rugar."
She sucked in a breath, real pain filling her eyes. "You have a real mean streak in you, Demon," she said softly, her bottom lip quivering. It was then that I recalled the friendship that she'd had with Gage, and I felt a moment of regret.
"And how would you know who I did or didn’t fuck?" Tears had gathered in her eyes, turning them into blue swimming pools right before she drove the knife in. "After all, it's what I was there for."
A mouthy, feisty Bobbie I could deal with, not the soft, vulnerable version staring back at me now. I turned away, unable to look at the devastation on her face, knowing that I'd deliberately hurt her. I couldn't help it. The thought of her fucking my brothers ate at my insides like a festering cancer. It was my fault for not manning up and claiming her for my own at the beginning, as soon as I'd seen her walk into the clubhouse for the first time and had known that I'd wanted her for myself.
It had been easier to reject her.
It was a fucked up situation.
Chapter 4
Bobbie
How could I love and hate one man at the same time? With Demon, it was easy.
I nearly bit through my tongue to keep from exposing the hurt his insensitivity had caused by naming the men who'd died. Gage and I had developed a close friendship when I'd been at the clubhouse. We’d hit it off almost from the start, in a strictly platonic way. He'd said that I reminded him of his sister. He was the only one I'd confessed my infatuation for Demon to, and I couldn’t be sure, but I had a suspicion that he was the reason that his brothers hadn't made any demands on me outside of companionship. I'd spent hours in their rooms playing Fortnite and Call to Arms.
I didn’t think that Demon had ever gotten wise to that, either.
No, Demon had been too busy screwing the other club girls and making sure I knew that he hadn't wanted me. I watched him turn away from me, used to that reaction from him. I didn’t know what it was about me that he hated so much. I'd never done anything to him. Maybe like Gage I reminded him of someone else, and it wasn't a good memory. Barely a day had gone by when Demon hadn't seen me and clenched his jaw, a scowl spreading across his rugged face.
Being gone the last eight months, I'd convinced myself that I was so over the asshole.
All it had taken was a heartbeat of looking into his eyes to know that I was so not over him.
I couldn't go back to the clubhouse with him. I couldn't stand watching him with all those other women, watching him kiss them, and touch them with his hands, giving them pleasure before he fucked them. How many times had I wanted his mouth and hands on me, craved his cock inside me, only to see another woman in my place?
When he left the room I glanced at the door. Now would be a good time to get away if I was going to make a move. Maybe that's what Demon wanted, and had left the room to give me the opportunity to escape. The trouble was that I didn't have a vehicle or a way of leaving the park, but I could figure it out later. I was sure I could pay someone to drive me to Pahrump, or I could hitch a ride from someone going that way. A lot of people stopped to eat at The Little A'Le'Inn Restaurant.
I could hear low murmurs coming from the back, and walked slowly toward the door. I glanced outside, getting the layout of the RV Park, something I hadn't been able to do when I'd first been brought there. I'd been rendered unconscious and had come to while still bouncing around inside the vehicle they’d used to bring us here. It had been nighttime, and I'd been groggy when they'd dragged me inside. They'd made sure that the curtains remained closed at all times, but it hadn't taken me long to determine where we were by the take-out containers littering the place.
I slowly opened the door, wincing at the tiny squeak it let out. I waited, holding my breath, but the voices coming from the back hadn't altered. It was just beginning to get dark out, and that was certainly going to help me find a place to hide. I knew that some of the people who lived behind The Little A'Le'Inn were retirees or farmers, and I could tell that some were beginning to return home for the day. Some were vacationers who were drawn to the area by the lure and history of alien sightings.
It was now or never. I quickly hopped down the two metal steps leading to the ground and carefully closed the door behind me. As soon as I heard the tiny click, I turned and ran off with no direction in mind, so long as it took me out of sight. I turned the corner of the trailer and kept on running. As I zigzagged between RVs and trailers I could make out the sound of people talking, their voices carrying through the opened windows. I forced myself to slow down when I came to a group of people sitting outside of their RV. They were cooking on a grill and drinking beer.
I shot them a smile but kept going.
I needed to find a place to hole up for a while.
Suddenly I heard a sound, the kind of sound that was meant to get someone’s attention, and I glanced around, searching for the source. Georgia! She was motioning me over from the doorway of another trailer. I hesitated for only a second before sprinting toward her.
"You looking for someplace to hide?"
"Yes!"
"Thought you might be. Come on in!"
I rushed up the steps and into the RV, welcoming the slam of the door behind me.
