Slash (Devil's Fury MC 7)

by Harley Wylde

  I nodded. “I think I need to.”

  “Badger held hot pokers close enough to his eyes it burned the skin and cost him his sight. Then used those pokers to leave burn marks all over his body. The cuts are from me. Wolf worked him over with his fists. Steel knocked him around a bit and removed three of his fingers. I took the others.” His hand tightened on me, as if he expected me to run.

  I eyed JJ’s crotch. “You finished with him?”

  “He’s all yours, butterfly,” Slash said, taking a step back.

  I went over to the table where they’d laid out all the things they’d used to torture the men. An ice pick drew my attention and I picked it up, the handle fitting easily in my hand. I approached JJ and stared at him.

  “I was scared of you for so long. Let you haunt my nightmares. Let’s see how you like having things shoved into you.” I brought the ice pick down straight through his scrotum. He screamed and squealed before passing out.

  “Damn, butterfly. Looks like you drove that right through his testicle. Remind me to keep sharp things away if I piss you off.”

  “If he doesn’t die from it, can someone kill him?” I asked.

  “That’s the plan. None of these men are leaving here alive,” Slash said.

  I approached Mike next. His jaw jutted and there was defiance in his eyes, along with a hint of fear when he looked over my shoulder at Slash. He didn’t look quite as rough as JJ, but dried blood crusted his skin. Someone had pulled out his fingernails and burned off his eyebrows and hair. His scalp was blistered from whatever they’d used.

  “Did he tell you what he did? What he said?” I asked.

  “He hasn’t spoken much,” Slash said.

  “He called his friends and asked if they wanted to have some fun. Told them he had a little whore they could use, put their dicks anywhere they wanted. He took pictures of me naked and held down. Sent them to his buddies.”

  I heard a roar and crash, spinning to see Slash breathing heavy and a metal chair now mangled on the floor. Slash picked up something off the table and shoved me to the side, then drove a knife straight into Mike’s heart. The guy’s eyes went wide and blood dripped from his mouth before his head slumped.

  It probably should have scared me, the violence inside Slash, but I knew he’d done it to protect me. Sometimes, people were so rotten, there was no saving them, and I knew Mike was one of them. If he’d gone to prison, he’d have eventually gotten out and been just as bad if not worse.

  “Outlaw will find those pictures,” Slash said. “If they’re still out there, he’ll track every single photo and wipe it from existence.”

  The others looked a little less intimidating. I remembered them. When it had been Billy’s turn, Parker had held my wrists while Joe and Eddie each held my legs. Aaron had taken his turn too, egged on by his friends. Flashes of that day came back to me in technicolor and my palms started to sweat. My pulse raced and I felt like I might throw up at any moment. I told Slash what they’d done, then turned and walked out.

  I knew he’d end their lives, and I hoped they’d suffer horribly.

  Wolf and Franny weren’t at the bar anymore. Dagger and Guardian sat in the corner. It looked like they were deep in conversation so I left them alone. Blades sat kicked back in a chair across the room with a bottle of beer in his hand. I hadn’t had a chance to get to know him all that well, since he mostly spent his downtime with China and Meiling. I moved closer, noting the moment he saw me coming. He didn’t give me any fuck off vibes so I pulled out a chair next to him and sat.

  “Your man finally ending those bastards downstairs?” he asked.

  “I think so. I put an ice pick through JJ’s balls, though.”

  Blades spewed the beer he’d just drank and belted out a laugh. “Didn’t think you had it in you. Good for you, Shella.”

  I knew China and Meiling had suffered greatly at the hands of men. For me, I’d only suffered through one day of being raped. Not even a full day. But they’d spent years in that situation. I didn’t know how they’d coped. There had been times I’d felt like I was coming apart.

  “Do you think Meiling or China would talk to me?” I asked. “About what happened, I mean. They just seem so…”

  Blades put all four chair legs back on the ground and reached over to cover my hand with his. “Shella, you’re stronger than you think. Your sisters wouldn’t let men near them after what happened. Adalia didn’t so much as kiss anyone until Badger came back from prison. And Lilian hid from the world until she finally let Dragon get close. Everyone heals differently and deals with shit in their own way. Just because it’s taking you longer than you think it should doesn’t mean you aren’t healing, or that you’re going about it the wrong way.”

  “You don’t think I’m a whore for sleeping around after what happened?” I asked.

  He squeezed my hand. “No. You needed to regain control and that’s how you did it. I’m not about to look down on you for it, and neither will my woman or my daughter. You ever want to talk to them, you just come on by. China doesn’t like interacting much when it comes to large groups, but she’s okay in smaller gatherings. She’s not doing as well as you think. Still feels dirty when she thinks about what happened to her, and what she did to survive until I found her.”

  “Wish everyone felt the way you do,” I said.

  “You thinking of Hot Shot and Cobra? Because your daddy handled that situation. Neither one will say a bad word about you ever again. Hell, if Cobra doesn’t heal right, he might not be saying shit period.”

  “I never asked him to hurt anyone in the club. I wish he could have brought them around a different way. Is it going to cause any problems?” I asked.

  Blades shrugged. “The ex-Pres defending his kid? Not likely. Besides, Badger already saw them, and your dad is still roaming free. If anything, I think your brother-in-law agreed with his methods. There are some things we don’t tolerate around here and talking shit about someone’s old lady is one of them. Since you’re officially the property of Slash, anyone defending you would get a free pass for hitting a brother.”

  “You ever going to claim China?” I asked.

  He flashed a grin and shook his head. “That stubborn woman isn’t having any of it. I’ve tried, but she doesn’t feel worthy of the position. Far as I’m concerned, she’s mine anyway. We live together, have a kid together. Don’t really need anything else. I know how she feels about me and that’s enough. This club considers her my woman even if she doesn’t wear my patch.”

  I looked over my shoulder back down the hall. Slash hadn’t come up yet. I didn’t know if he wanted me to wait for him or find a ride home. He hadn’t said anything about finishing things right this minute.

  “I want to do something,” I said. “I’d like the club to be involved, but I’m not sure how to even get started.”

  “Something doesn’t narrow it down much,” Blades said.

  “I didn’t have anywhere to go after I was raped. If I’d gone to the hospital, they’d have called Dad before treating me. And the police. Lilian would have fallen apart even more, and Dad would have been entirely focused on me when she needed him too. I’d called a friend and she knew someone who was able to treat me. Not everyone has a friend like that in their lives.”

  Blades motioned for me to continue.

  “What if we set up a counseling line where people could call in anonymously? I know there’s something already in place nationwide, but it’s not well-known. I was thinking smaller scale, like for our town or county?”

  Blades ran a hand down his beard. “What if we set up a clinic of sorts? Something under the radar. A no questions asked sort of place? Probably illegal as hell, but it would have given you a place to go for treatment without having to get creative about it. If you had that issue, I’m sure others have too, and maybe they weren’t as lucky as you.”

  “You think we could do that?” I asked.

  “Well, we’d need a location, and it w
ould have to look legit if anyone came nosing around. Doesn’t mean we couldn’t treat some rape victims on the sly, long as it didn’t bring the law to our doors. We’d also need volunteers.”

  “Maybe I’ll mention it to Badger, and he can decide if he wants the club involved. I’d like a way for other girls to feel safe coming forward without worrying about repercussions. If I’d had something like that, and maybe some counseling, things might have turned out different for me.”

  Blades shot a look over my shoulder. “Seems to have turned out fine. Might have been a rough road, but you’re right where you’re meant to be.”

  I turned and saw Slash coming out of the bathroom, shirtless with blood splattered across his jeans. He’d pulled his cut back on, and I had to admit he looked sexy as hell like that. I licked my lips and my cheeks warmed at the smirk he gave me. Yeah, I might not have gotten here the easy way, but being with Slash was the highlight of my life.

  He stalked toward me, holding out his hand. I took it and let him haul me to my feet. Without any warning, he yanked me against him and kissed me hard. I felt the bulge in his jeans press against me and had no doubt we were about to go home and get naked. Not that I would complain. Slash made me burn, and I hoped it was always like this.

  “Ready, butterfly?” he asked, drawing back a little.

  “Yeah.” I hesitated a moment. “Are they gone?”

  He nodded. “The club will dispose of them. As for the women, I don’t think they pose a physical threat to you. We’ll toy with them a bit more. They’re overdue for some bad luck. Can’t stand stuck-up bitches who think their shit doesn’t stink.”

  “Thank you, Slash. For everything, but mostly for coming to get me. Blades is right. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. It took you chasing me down and forcing me to come home to realize that.”

  “I’d have gone to the ends of the earth for you, butterfly. Now that’s settled, let’s head home. I need a shower, and then I’m going to get my sexy wife very dirty.”

  He swatted my ass and led me out to his bike.

  My toes curled in my boots. I was anxious to get home and get him naked. I couldn’t wait to put my hands all over him. Maybe my mouth too. With Slash, sex was beyond amazing, and I had to wonder if it was because I loved him. Whatever the reason, I hoped the fire burning inside us never died out.

  Chapter Twelve

  Slash

  It had been a month since I’d ended the miserable lives of the men who’d hurt my butterfly, and while it had helped soothe some of the rage inside me, I’d spent a considerable amount of time making sure the women involved were living in hell. Far as I was concerned, their turn of fortune needed to continue until they hit rock bottom. Already one of them, Lauren Brewer, had applied for a job at the strip club we’d bought back when Meiling had joined us.

  It had changed names a few times. Currently, it was going by The Inferno. Seemed like a good name for a strip joint owned by the Devil’s Fury. Since most men in this town were scared shitless of us, it meant the dancers could do their job without being afraid of the customers. Although, I’d willingly pay the bouncers extra to look away if someone wanted to get a little handsy with Lauren. I’d never let them take it too far, but it would do her good to get a taste of what she’d put Shella through by shoving her into that locker room.

  I was an asshole and I could admit it. When it came to Shella, I’d do anything to protect her. Lauren was a bitch who deserved what she got. I’d made sure she’d fallen so far, she’d have one hell of a time climbing up out of the gutter. The others weren’t in much better shape.

  I’d taken care of my club business for the day and I was more than ready to spend some time with my butterfly. She’d gotten closer to her sisters and their husbands over the last few weeks. We’d also told the club about her pregnancy, and just left off the part about me not being the baby’s biological father. Didn’t matter to me. That kid was mine whether we shared DNA or not. I’d be the only dad they would know. I still wanted to know if we were having a son or daughter, but when I’d finally taken Shella to the doctor, they’d said it was too soon to tell. Other than confirming she was pregnant, and taking her vital signs, they hadn’t done much else.

  Entering the house, the first thing I noticed was the quiet. The TV was off. I didn’t hear Shella in the kitchen, and it seemed Tinker was in her room. Which meant my woman was upstairs, unless one of her sisters had come to kidnap her. I checked my phone and didn’t have any missed texts or calls from her, so that wasn’t likely. She knew better than to leave without letting me know.

  I took the stairs two at a time and went to our room. The shower was running, and I knew exactly what I was about to do. I stripped off my clothes and boots, then padded into the bathroom as silently as I could. Shella stood in the shower, water streaming down her, as she tilted her head back. Her eyes were closed and if she knew I was here, she hadn’t let on yet.

  I opened the shower door and stepped inside before quietly shutting it. I slid my hands around her waist and tugged her back against my chest. The smile that curved her lips made me happier than I could say. Even though she hadn’t known I was heading home, it hadn’t startled her to have a man put his hands on her. She’d trusted she was safe here. It had taken us a little time to reach this point, but I was happy to see her adjusting better.

  “Missed you,” I murmured and kissed the side of her neck.

  “I missed you too. You home for the day?”

  “Unless the sky falls, or something blows up. Barring any emergencies, yeah, I’m home for the rest of the day. You have something in mind? A way to pass the time?”

  She turned to face me, her hands going to my chest. “I may.”

  Shella tugged my head down and kissed me. She’d become a greedy little thing, always wanting more orgasms, and never getting enough of my cock. I loved every fucking second of it.

  “What did you do today?” I asked when she backed off.

  “Went shopping with the girls.”

  My eyebrows arched. “I don’t recall getting a message or call saying you were leaving the compound. Unless you shopped online?”

  She shook her head. “We went into town. It’s a surprise. Besides, Dragon and Dingo knew. Badger knew too because Adalia stayed behind to watch the kids with China. We had Colorado and Beau with us.”

  “Someone is getting a spanking,” I said. “In fact, I think you need one right now.”

  I spun the two of us until I could sit on the small built-in bench and I yanked her down across my lap. She squealed and grabbed onto my leg, her ass in the air. Since her skin was wet, the spanking would sound even louder, and burn more. Oh yeah, my butterfly was about to have a red ass.

  I brought my hand down on one cheek, then the other with a loud crack with each swat. She cried out and squirmed, but I held her down by placing my arm across her back.

  “You fight me, it’s going to hurt more,” I warned.

  “It already hurts!”

  I brought my hand down harder. Smack.

  She squealed and thrashed on my lap. Fuck if I was going to let up. She hadn’t told me where she was going, or let me know she’d left the compound. What if something had happened to her? I spanked her until her ass was cherry red and I could feel the heat coming off it. Wouldn’t surprise me if she bruised a little. She’d think about her actions having consequences every time she sat down for the next day or two.

  I spread the lips of her pussy and shoved two fingers inside, drawing a moan from her. “Can’t complain too much. Seems this pussy is nice and slick. You can scream all you want, but you like it when I punish you.”

  I felt her body tense and the vibration of her moan. Oh yeah, my butterfly had liked getting a spanking, no matter how much she claimed otherwise. I worked my fingers in and out, feeling her pussy flutter as she got close to coming. Not yet. I wasn’t ready to reward her. I eased my fingers from her and gave her ass a light slap.

  I flipped her
over and kissed her soft and slow. Fuck, but this woman turned me inside out. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Shella. It wasn’t just the sex, even though it was amazing. No, it was her. I loved her smile, her laugh, her strength. Everything.

  “Love you, butterfly. So fucking much.”

  “I love you too,” she murmured before pressing her lips to mine again.

  “Come on. Let’s get out and you can show me what was so important for you to leave the compound and not tell me. What if I’d come home early and you’d been gone?”

  She worried at her bottom lip. “I didn’t want you to be concerned, Talon. But I don’t like feeling like I’m a prisoner either.”

  “I’m not your jailer, Shell. I want to keep you safe. If something happens when you’re outside the compound, I can get to you faster if I know where you were going.”

  “I guess that makes sense. I’m sorry, Talon. I promise I won’t leave without telling you.” She kissed my cheek, then stood up.

  It would have to do. Something told me Shella was going to be tough to wrangle, but it was part of her charm. A docile, biddable woman would be boring as fuck. She’d keep me on my toes, and I’d punish her every time she ran off without telling me.

  I shut off the water, dried off, and went into the bedroom. She’d pulled a sack from somewhere and started laying things out on the bed. Nipple clamps, a vibrator, a butt plug, padded handcuffs, and a flogger? Where the hell had she gone shopping? And what had prompted her to buy all this stuff?

  I had plenty of things tucked away, unused toys I’d been eager to try with Shella, but the timing had never seemed right. It seemed she was going to take matters into her own hands.

  “Shell, something you need to tell me?” I asked.

  “We may have been talking before we decided to go shop. Zoe wanted to spice things up with Dagger and Guardian, so Meiling suggested the adult store in town. It seemed like fun so I picked up some things. We don’t have to use them all. Or any of them.”

  “Oh, butterfly. We’re definitely using these things just not all at once.” I picked up the handcuffs. “You really ready for this?”