HIS BRANDED BRIDE: Steel Devils MC

by Sophia Gray

  “If there were a way to answer with more than a yes, I would say it,” I told him. “You and the rest of the guys have been so good to us. Ever since the first time I walked into that clubhouse.”

  “That’s how it’s supposed to work.”

  I looked at the ring again, and I wondered how we were going to explain to Micah that we were getting married. Knowing Micah and how much he already loved Cole, he would have been as excited as I was. He was probably already wondering when it was going to happen. Now, when he woke up in the morning, I’d have to share the news with him. Hopefully, all three of us would be able to sit down for the conversation.

  It was so good to finally feel like I had a family and a decent home for my son. Cole had no idea how much it meant to me that they were all so accepting of my son, or how awesome it was to see him light up the way he did when he saw them.

  I had set out several months ago to change my life and to take control of it. I had definitely done that. I had found myself an amazing man who was everything I had ever wanted and everything I never thought I would have looked for.

  “Now,” I said, staring into his eyes, “about that tattoo.”

  THE END

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  HIS INKED BRIDE: Black Aces MC

  By Sophia Gray

  SHE’LL BE WEARING MY RING… AND NOTHING ELSE.

  She thought she could lie to me.

  Big mistake.

  I won’t rest until I punish her for her mistakes…

  By branding her as my bride.

  She wanted to pull the wool over my eyes.

  It almost worked, too.

  A pretty girl like that can have her way with most men.

  But the thing is, I’m not most men.

  I’m a different breed.

  Hell, I’m a different animal entirely.

  Others are soft. I am carved from marble.

  Others are weak. I’ve got blood on my hands and fire in my chest.

  Others would forgive her…

  But I’m going to bend her over, claim her as mine…

  And end it all with my ring on her finger.

  And she doesn’t get a choice in the matter.

  Chapter One

  “You’ve got this, Janessa.”

  I wasn’t sure that I really did, even as I spoke the words into the mirror. I had no choice though. This is what I had signed up for. This is what I had to do to if I ever wanted to get to the truth. It hadn’t been easy to get a job at the Rockefeller Casino, but I had managed. That was only a small portion of the battle. The war would most likely be fought straight uphill, but I was ready for it. Maybe.

  Stepping out onto the casino floor, I looked around. It was hard to know where to start. I needed to get close to Damian Diaz, known to most simply as “D,” but I would have to pace myself. He was way too smart to not be suspicious of a new girl trying to get too close, too soon. I had come here knowing I would have to do things that weren’t in my nature, things I found distasteful. I took a deep breath and began walking about the floor.

  I had studied the members of the Black Aces Motorcycle Club, knew many of their faces already. There were other familiar faces as well, those men who were known to associate with them and come to the casino to do business or consort with the girls who were employed there. Girls like me, paid to make them feel manly and appreciated. Girls paid to take care of any and all of their special needs, be they carnal or contraband in nature.

  I had also studied the backgrounds of the women who worked here. It gave me some insight into who to trust and who to watch. Many had come from broken homes and been in trouble all their lives. Others were just trying to make ends meet. It helped to have a heads up on what each of them was about.

  “Lock and load, Janessa.”

  The words were spoken quietly aloud to myself as I mentally prepared myself for my first night of work and the beginning of what was bound to be an uphill battle to get to the truth. A fight to bring this entire place down.

  Chapter Two

  “You’re new here. What’s your name, doll?”

  I looked over at the young man who had addressed me and smiled at him invitingly. Jackpot! He was on my list. This was good. It made me happy that I was starting out with one of the major players.

  “Janessa Cabri. Today is my first day. What’s your name?”

  “They call me Jack Knife.”

  “Jack Knife? That’s an interesting nickname. Should I ask how you got it?”

  “You probably shouldn’t. Come sit with me. Maybe I’ll tell you about it later.”

  I joined him at his table, giving him my best doe-eyed new girl look. I knew I was fresh meat, and I also knew I was just his type. He had a thing for tall brunettes with dark features, and I possessed all those features with the aid of contacts and dye. It wasn’t really a surprise that he picked me out so quickly. In fact, I had hoped for it, though I didn’t expect to get lucky on my very first night.

  “Would you like me to get you a drink first?”

  “Nah. One of the other girls can do that. I want to look at you for a while.”

  His tone was seductive and that played well into my plans. I had no desire to waste any time in getting what I wanted from this place and its members. One of them killed my father even after he paid off the debt he owed to them. I had every intention of finding out which one, no matter what the personal cost. If I had to liquor up Samuel “Jack Knife” Robinson and fuck information out of him, then that was what I would do.

  “Like what you see?”

  “I sure do. Where are you from?”

  “Upstate. Small town girl come to the big city.”

  “Big switch from the country side to working in a casino.”

  “That’s for sure. I was bored though. Nothing ever happens out in the middle of nowhere. I’m ready for a bit of fun. You know, cut loose and let my hair down for a while. I guess you could say I’m sewing my wild oats.”

  “That’s what I like to hear from a beautiful girl. I like to sew a few wild seeds myself.”

  “I’ll just bet you do.”

  The truth was that I had never seen a farm in my life. I had grown up in small town with my mother after she and my father had divorced. He was always a bit of a nomad, moving from place to place, but the one thing he never left behind was me. Though I was rarely allowed to go out with him as a child, he routinely stopped by to see me and spend time with me. Often, my mother would use to the time to go out and let her hair down for a while, her stress relief from being a single mother under harsh conditions.

  We lived in a bit of a shack on the proverbial wrong side of the tracks. It was all she could afford and Dad wasn’t any help other than the random amounts of money he sometimes gave her when he visited. There was never enough of anything in our house, but it was always clean and safe. My mother did the best she could, and when she died, right after my seventeenth birthday, I had gone to live with my father in a tiny, cramped apartment in the city.

  I had stayed there to take care of him even after I finished high school and got an accounting degree from the local community college. He had been all I had and the Black Aces had taken him away. That was the only reason I was here and the only reason I would do whatever I had to do to make sure his death did not end up in a cold case box somewhere at the back of the local police station. If it was the last thing I ever did, I would find the truth. I just wasn’t sure that I had any clue what I was up against.

  Despite my initial bravado, I found that I felt a little ill at the thought of what I might have to do with Jack Knife. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy. Six foot four, broad shouldered…a very nice physique. He was well known muscle for the Black Aces MC. He got his nick
name after making an example of a narc by putting him in a wheelchair with a broken back – folding him in half like a jack knife. It was pretty typical of how the Black Aces operated. They preferred to leave someone as an example rather than take them out completely.

  That fact made the murder of my father even more out of place for the group. Not only was he killed over a debt that was no longer due, but it wasn’t their usual style. Nothing the authorities had found led to any information that the overzealous punishment might have been caused by something other the debt, so it didn’t make sense. I was determined that it would before I was done. It would be crystal clear why it happened and the people responsible would be punished.

  “Sandy, bring us some shots of tequila.”

  Sandy smiled at him but shot a cool look in my direction before making her way toward the bar. It was a hazard of what I was doing that I’d most likely step on the toes of a few of the other girls by putting the moves on guys they deemed their territory. For some, it was affection. For others, it was merely business. They took care of these guys, and they were taken care of, simple as that. Some of them were just as lethal as the men they served.

  “I don’t think she is very happy about my being here.”

  “Fuck her. She was getting too clingy anyway. It will do her good to see she doesn’t own me. Besides, she fucks like a crazy bitch when she’s pissed and jealous.”

  “Is that why you called me over? Just making things a bit more interesting with your usual girl?”

  “Hell nah. She’s everyone’s usual girl. That slut’s been rode more than a retired race horse. Ain’t a guy in here that hasn’t been fucked or sucked by her.”

  I was quiet for a moment as Sandy dropped the drinks off. I felt almost sorry for her. She was nearing thirty with three kids by three different fathers, none of which she was absolutely sure should be on their birth certificates beyond a doubt. She looked older than her years and had a rap sheet longer than her legs. Depending on men to get ahead had only set her back in the world and she probably didn’t even realize it.

  “Is that all?”

  “Yeah, that’s all, Sandy.”

  I watched as she snapped around and headed for a nearby table, leaning over it seductively and smiling at the man there, one that I didn’t recognize from any of my research. It was obvious that she intended to cut her losses and replace Jack Knife with someone else, or perhaps more than one someone else.

  “See? I told you. Didn’t waste one single minute locking in on another pair of legs to climb between tonight. Enough about her though. Let’s have some drinks.”

  “I’m all in, babe.”

  “That’s what I like to hear.”

  Jack Knife handed me a shot and held his up in a toast, clinking our glasses together before we each downed a shot. Despite my practice at holding my liquor a little better than I usually did in preparation for the heavy drinking, I knew I wouldn’t be able to fake here. It burned all the way down. I would have to start strong and then pace myself after he was a bit fuzzy to keep up appearances. Luckily, he was already way ahead of me.

  As the evening progressed, I was surprised that he wasn’t really getting as drunk as fast as I had thought, though he was plenty intoxicated. It was too soon to ask any questions, not from someone like him, so I had to just accept that I might not learn anything on the first go around and instead just do what I needed to in order to win his trust. Still, I tried to broach a few with him when it fit into the conversation. It quickly became obvious that he had other things in mind.

  “Why don’t we blow out of this place and have a little private fun?”

  “I thought you’d never ask. Let me get us a room key and a bottle to go.”

  “My kind of girl.”

  I made my way to the bar for the bottle and a set of keys to one of the rooms held in reserve for the MC. All my efforts to get Jack Knife to open up without being obvious about it had proved futile. He wasn’t about to talk too much to a new girl he didn’t know. My only option was to make him feel like he knew me much better, and that was going to include fucking him in a way that would keep him coming back for more until I could get what I wanted from him.

  Chapter Three

  “Let’s get this show on the road, sexy.”

  I stood in front of him with the bottle in one hand and the keys dangling from the other as I spoke, looking at him provocatively. I was pleased to see him wobble a bit as he got up from the table. He was right where I wanted him, just drunk enough to be loose-lipped, but not too drunk to be incoherent.

  “I’m right behind that sweet little ass of yours.”

  “Well, let’s just see where it leads us to, then.”

  We made our way to the elevators and up to the room. His hands were already all over me as I tried to get the door unlocked. I was perhaps a bit too tipsy myself as it took a few attempts to gain entry.

  He wasted no time at all in getting down to business once we were behind closed doors. His mouth covered mine the moment we were inside the door, kissing me roughly as he walked me backward toward the bed. I reminded myself why I was here, forcing myself not to back down, not to run from what I had to do. Dropping the bottle on the chair by the bed, I let him push me across it, his hand already beneath my skirt, digging his fingers into my thighs greedily.

  “You taste so sweet. I could eat you up.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Not just yet.”

  “Why not?”

  “I have other things in mind to start with.”

  He pulled me upward from the bed and stood me in front of it before turning to sit in a nearby chair to look at me. His hand drifted toward his crotch, his rapidly ascending cock already visibly pressing against his zipper as he stroked it softly through the material.

  “Take your clothes off for me.”

  He never took his eyes off mine. I did as he asked, holding his gaze as I peeled away each article of clothing, slowly, deliberately. I tossed my bra onto the bed and began slipping out of my skirt, standing before him in only my panties and stiletto heels.

  “Is this better?”

  “Yes. Now, get down on your knees.”

  “What?”

  I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but found myself feeling more nervous than I had anticipated. Signing up for all of this was one thing, but actually going through with it was quite another. I had planned a quick romp in the hay, not anything too involved, certainly nothing that involved being put on my knees.

  “Don’t question, just do as I tell you to do.”

  The look in his eyes spelled trouble to me. I was really not sure I could handle whatever he was about to dish out. Even worse, I found myself a little excited by that. I’d been with plenty of guys before, but I’d always been partial to the dominant sort and I was getting the impression that I was in for quite a bit of roughness with Jack Knife. I just hoped he knew where the line was between pleasure and pain.

  “I don’t think . . .”

  “You aren’t supposed to think. Just do what I ask. Trust me and do as I ask.”

  His voice was firm, authoritative. I was getting wetter just thinking about what he might do and I chastised myself for being so excited about fucking him. This could very well be the man who killed my father, and I had come here to bring justice about, not get my rocks off with some biker thug. Call it instinct, but there was something that told me he wasn’t my guy. Still, it didn’t mean he knew nothing about it.

  I felt incredibly awkward and uncomfortable, but I went along with it, doing as he asked. Looking up at him, mostly naked and kneeling in front of him, I watched as he stood, reaching into his vest and brought out a pair of leather bracelets. As I got a better view of them, I realized that they were joined by a chain.

  Dear Lord, they are handcuffs, I thought. I had read about stuff like this, but it wasn’t something I had considered or thought would appeal to me. Still, I had already come too far to back out now, so I remained si
lent while he leaned over me to pull my hands behind my back and slip them onto my wrists. I felt both frightened and erotically charged as he walked back around me and started removing his belt. That’s when the alarms went off in my head and I opened my mouth in protest.

  “You aren’t planning on using that on me?”

  “Not at the moment, but you’ll need to behave or I might have to reconsider.

  His tone had a bemused, menacing sound to it that I wasn’t sure I liked very much. Surely he was kidding. I should have gotten him drunker before we came here. I was never going to get anything out of him. Instead, I was about to get a lot more than I had expected and I wasn’t sure it was in a good way.

  “Jack Knife, I am not very comfortable with what is happening.”