I chuckled as her eyes pivoted right to my dick and she yelped.
Looking away, she covered Marie’s eyes with her hand. “What the hell are you doing?”
I rummaged through the bag, pulling out some boxers and jeans. “What does it look like? I’m sure as hell not holding church with my dick in my hands.”
Marie pulled Izzy’s hand away from her eyes. “I’m not a child, Sis. I know what a penis looks like.”
Getting that kind of reaction out of Izzy helped my mood as I walked out of the trailer to climb on my bike.
“Stryker,” Izzy shouted, as she came down the rusty metal steps from her front door.
I turned around, just as she collided right into my chest. I grabbed her arms as she stumbled back. “Dammit, girl! Slow down.”
She righted herself, blowing strands of brown hair from her pretty face. “I would appreciate it if you eat at the table with your clothes on next time!”
Like she had any say.
My jaw clenched. “You just don’t know when to shut up do you?”
“It’s Marie! She’s mentally slow!” she barked.
“Is that why she tried to sock me in the face this morning?”
“She has trouble learning and processing things. She was teased and bullied a lot as a kid. I thought I lost her after the rape. I don’t really know how she’s dealing with everything in her head, now that she’s pregnant. Then she sees you in my bed this morning and thought you raped me.” The sound of her voice was flat, monotone.
“I’m one of the bad guys too, Izzy. But I’m not into raping chicks.”
Her eyes watered as she looked at me with sadness—and something else. Then her lips parted. I pulled her to me, crushing her tits against my vest, and captured her lips, invading her mouth with my tongue. She struggled a bit, but I gripped her arms so she couldn’t get away. Finally, she moaned and relaxed, letting me in. Her hands clung to my shoulders as I devoured her sweet mouth.
She riled me up with that feisty mouth but made my dick rock hard at the same time. My tongue slid out of her delicious mouth, and I pulled away. When she opened her eyes, they were glossed over.
I spun her around and smacked her ass hard. “Now get back inside and do my laundry.” I turned and climbed on my bike and started it, twisting the throttle a few times. I laughed when Izzy stuck out her chin, then stomped back into her trailer, and slammed the door.
I held church with my chapter at Durango’s that afternoon. Things were set in motion to get the place to function for our purposes—our drug trade—distribution and funneling with our dealers, work with Cullen and some of the men in his crew, and most importantly, getting the word out that the BERZERKERS MC was in town. We staked our claim to the drug trade and setting up matches in the fight pit. Duties were handed out to some of my soldiers to get the basement in working order.
Tug was the club’s treasurer. He was the brains when it came to money and numbers, and I gave him the job of running the bar business Even though I liked watching Izzy bust ass serving my club and others, I relied on Tug to get a few sweet butts or club mamas to help.
8
Izzy
The way Stryker kissed me sent tingles through my body, especially to my nipples and down below. I was disoriented as I tripped up the steps before slamming the door and locking it. I balled my hands into fists and shouted out with anger.
“I saw him kiss you, Izzy. You kissed him back too.” Marie gave me the side-eye from the couch as she dropped the curtain from the window.
I huffed, scooping up the towel he left on the floor. “I’m just playing nice with him, that’s all.”
Stryker still had my keys, so we were stuck at the house during the day. I wanted to take Marie shopping for some maternity clothes, which only made me angrier at Stryker for taking my car keys and keeping us hostage. To steer my anger and frustration, we busied ourselves with house chores as Marie danced and sang to music videos on MTV.
The phone on the wall in the kitchen rang twice before I answered it. “Hello?”
“Stupid bitch!” Jeb shouted. I pulled the phone away from my ear as he continued to rant. “You just started a shit storm, stupid bitch!”
I slammed the phone back on the receiver.
Marie stopped singing along to a Madonna video on TV. “Was that my dad?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m afraid he will come over here and hit you again.”
She began to sob, and I wrapped my arms around her. “It’s okay, Marie. He can’t hurt us anymore. Stryker will protect us.” Even as I spoke it, I knew it was true.
Stryker rode me to Durango’s that evening, and I tried to ignore how my body reacted to the closeness of sitting behind him on the bike, especially after that kiss.
When he pulled into Durango’s, I climbed off his bike, not waiting for him to kick his stand down and went inside. Two women I didn’t recognize hustled behind the bar, serving drinks—the nerve of him. I turned to walk back out, but Stryker was right behind me, blocking my path.
“Tug runs the bar business now. Ginger and Angel were brought in tonight to help you out.”
“But I can work the bar just fine by myself.”
His eyes bore into mine as he growled. “Keep it up, Izzy.”
Heat rose to my cheeks and looked down at my feet. “Sorry.”
He smirked. “Just do some work and chill.”
I could tell that working the bar at Durango’s wasn’t Ginger and Angel’s first rodeo. I wasn’t going to admit it to Stryker, but I felt a little bit of worried weight being lifted. He even seemed more at ease, with less of that serious, brooding look as he played pool with his club brothers. But he wanted only me to serve him the best bourbon we had. And the more he drank, the more his hands would find their way to my ass. He laughed out loud one time as he smacked it hard in front of his men; they all hooted and whistled. I struggled not to roll my eyes or talk back and just walk away.
Like the first night, and every night after, I laid next to him, my wrist handcuffed to his. And I would wake up with my free arm draped over his warm chest. He never tried to kiss me again, and he didn’t force himself on me. My fear of him lessened every night, and Marie seemed to like having Stryker around the house and felt safe around him. After a week went by, he even loosened a little bit of his control over me. He trusted me enough to give me my keys, handing me a few hundred dollars to buy groceries at the supermarket.
“You got one hour. Not a minute more,” he grumbled as I headed out the door, leaving Marie to stay home with him.
Another week went by as I hustled behind the bar at Durango’s as it filled up fast with men wearing their colors. Stryker and some of his men appeared from the back room along with a new Berzerker I hadn’t seen before and gathered around the usual table Stryker liked to sit at.
“You must be Jeb’s other kid.” I turned to a man’s gritty voice. His long, dark hair was tied back, and he wore his beard in two long braids. I didn’t recognize him, but he wore rags and Syko was written on the patch on his chest.
“Do I know you?”
He smirked, his eyes focused on my chest. Leaning his elbows on the bar, he said, “No sugar, but your sister does. And you’ll get to know me soon enough.” He tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the bar. When he turned to walk out, I got a good look at his three-piece patch. My knees buckled, and I braced my back against the counter behind me. Sinister Creed.
I poured drinks for Stryker and his men, then hurried back carrying a tray, and placed it on his table.
Stryker reached out, snatching me around the waist and pulled me to sit on his lap. “Izzy, this is Bandit. He’s one of my best soldiers and fighters.” The man sat across from us and nodded as Stryker squeezed my hip. “Make sure you keep the drinks coming tonight.”
I moved to get up, but he held me, his deep voice low next to my cheek. “What the fuck did that greasy motherfucker say to you?”
I should’ve known I w
as always within sight of Stryker at all times.
I stammered, my stomach tied in knots. “He said he knows Jeb and Marie. And I was going to get to know him too.”
“He won’t touch you, Izzy.”
“It was him and his men. They raped Marie. I knew it when I saw his patch. Marie has difficulty reading and writing. But she read their patch as Sister. I know now she meant Sinister.”
I turned away as my eyes began to water as Stryker’s men grabbed drinks off the tray.
“Look at me, Izzy.” He grabbed hold of my jaw making me look into his eyes. “You and Marie are safe.”
I stared down at his handsome mouth. “Promise?”
“I promise.” He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss on my lips.
It was 2 a.m. by the time Stryker rode us back to the trailer, and I checked on Marie as I did every night. She slept soundlessly as Stryker went straight to the bedroom stripping off his shirt and taking off his boots. I was in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. That night, I made a decision to give myself to Stryker. And I hoped deep down he would brush his lips over mine just like he did only hours ago.
I left the bathroom wearing only a large Bon Jovi T-shirt that hung right above my knees. I entered the bedroom and closed the door. Stryker lay on the bed with his hands clasped behind his head. His bare chest was hard and broad, and his jeans were unbuttoned, hanging low around his hips.
His eyes roamed down my body. He propped himself up on his elbows. “If you’re getting in this bed like that, you’re a brave girl.”
I raised my chin and walked toward him. “You haven’t done things to me that have already been done. I’ve come home with a bloody lip several times over. I’m not afraid of you anymore.” I slid into bed and faced him.
He smirked. “Guess you’re getting tired of those handcuffs, huh?”
I smiled and looked down at his mouth. My nipples hardened just at the sound of his deep voice. “Kiss me, Stryker.”
“Damn,” he muttered, and then his lips brushed over mine like a soft caress. It turned heated only a moment later, as his tongue entered my mouth, conquering and wrestling with mine. My breath hitched, and I moaned as his arm wrapped around my waist, and my hands found their way to his broad, hard chest.
He was quick, shifting his hard body, and I was suddenly under him. He nestled himself between my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He planted soft kisses down my neck as his hand hiked up my T-shirt.
He looked down between us and growled, yanking his jeans and boxers down. The head of his warm cock was against my opening. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
I cried out as he plunged himself all the way inside me.
“You’re all mine now,” he growled, his large girth stretching me.
He moved his hips, sliding in, drawing back, and thrusting in again. I dug my nails into his back, enjoying the feel of both pain and pleasure, as my softness was wrapped so tightly around his massive size.
His strong hand gripped a handful of my hair as he hammered into me, and I loved feeling his hot breath next to my ear. He reached down between our bodies and fondled my most sensitive place. He looked into my eyes, his thrusts picking up momentum. “You’re going to look at me when you come, Izzy.”
Our eyes were locked as we climaxed together, and waves of intense pleasure jolted through our bodies. I cried out his name as his deep voice thundered within the walls of my small bedroom.
9
Stryker
I opened my eyes, waking up in a cold sweat, disoriented by the darkness that surrounded me. At first, I thought I was lying on a cot in the Berzerker bunker. Then I felt Izzy’s soft, warm body in the crook of my arm, snuggled up next to me. My eyes adjusted in the dark room to look at her. She whimpered quietly, her cheek resting on my chest.
The closeness and scent of her gave me a hard-on, and I was ready to fuck her again. But I’d worn her out only an hour ago, coming inside her a few times as we tried to keep our voices down, so we didn’t wake Marie.
I shifted Izzy and climbed out of bed, drawing the covers over her. I pulled on my jeans and boots, then walked down the narrow hallway. I fetched a pack of smokes from my rags and grabbed Izzy’s cordless phone from the wall and headed outside on the rusty metal porch. The sky was shades of pink and purple with dawn coming as I lit a smoke and dialed a phone number that I stored in the pager Rubik sent me. When Rubik rode away as a Nomad six months ago, he made a pit stop to pay a visit with our brothers in the Richmond Chapter.
The line rang three times before Rubik answered in a low grumble.
“It’s Stryker. You sound rough.”
“Yeah. Got shit-faced last night with the club.”
“So, how are the Berzerker brothers down in Richmond?
“Diezel and Jagger set me up in the chapter clubhouse with more than enough drugs, booze, and bitches than a Berzerker can handle.”
I chuckled. “Well, don’t fuck so many club whores that your dick falls off, man.”
His deep laugh came from the gut. “Not gonna let that happen, brother. How’s the mother chapter?”
“We’ve taken over Durango’s and run it now. The coke and meth trade is funneled through Cullen. And we rule a new fight pit, which is going to make us rich motherfuckers.”
“How did you pull that off?”
“Sort of fell into my lap. This chick tried to steal a boatload of our cash. She almost got a bullet in the head for it, which is how Ajax and Squatch wanted to dole out the punishment.”
“But you didn’t.”
I rubbed a hand down my face and groaned. “And she’s got a pregnant sister. They’re both club property now. Thought I could put them to good use, bring in some extra cash. We can make a lot of money selling pussy.”
“But you didn’t.”
“Fuck. You know me too well, Rubik.”
“We’re connected, Stryker. Not just as Berzerker brothers, but as blood brothers.”
Images of Rubik’s pregnant sister flashed in my mind as Rubik howled with the same agonizing pain I felt deep in my gut the night we found her dead with my brother. “Yeah. That we are. And there’s this bullshit MC who calls themselves Sinister Creed. They roughed up Izzy’s sister. Got her pregnant too. I’m getting those bad vibes that we’ll be at war again.”
“If the mother chapter needs me, I’m there, Prez, you know that. I can ride and get there by noon today.”
“Just hang tight in Richmond. Ajax and Squatch have it covered for now.”
“Okay, Prez.”
“And Rubik?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t go Nomad forever. You’re the link to the memory of Kage and Sadie too.”
“Yeah, Stryker. I know. Ride hardcore, my Berzerker Brother.”
I hung up with Rubik, flicking my smoke off the rusty porch. I headed back to the bedroom wanting to feel Izzy’s body close to me again. She was still asleep as I lay next to her under the covers. I claimed her as mine the night before, and by the end of that week, she was going to wear my properties, whether she liked it or not. As if she had any say.
A week later at Durango’s, I held out the new rags with the properties patch. “You’re going to wear this, Izzy.”
Izzy copped one of her attitudes again, standing behind the bar with her arms folded, jutting out that hip. “I’m not a thing. Or something you order off a fucking menu. I’m not wearing it.” She turned to walk away.
I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. I slammed my palms on the bar counter, hiking myself up on it, and my boots landed on the floor on the other side. Izzy yelped as I snatched her around the waist, hauling her little ass over my shoulder. Whistles and jeers came from my brothers and other barflies as I stormed down the hall with Izzy’s ass up in the air, bouncing on my shoulder.
I entered the back room, slamming the door shut and putting her back down on her feet. I stalked toward her. She stepped back until her back b
umped against the wall.
I slapped my palms against the wall, caging her in. “Don’t you ever bark at me like that again in front of my club. Understand?”
Her doe eyes looked up, as her lip trembled. “You fuck me, but you don’t own me.”
I couldn’t help but smirk, leaning back a bit. “Okay, Izzy, you want it that way? If you don’t want to wear my properties, then I’ll pass you around to club.”
I must have a hit a nerve because she balled up her fists and threw punches at my chest. “Go to Hell, Stryker!”
Taking her wrists and twisting them behind her back, I moved her to the rusty desk, shoving her face down on it.
She yelped, struggling as I held her down with one hand, yanking down her tight red spandex. My dick was hard as a rock, my breathing heavy as I fumbled with my zipper pulling my jeans and boxers down. And with one hard thrust, I sank my dick deep into her as she cried out.
I froze, fully impaled inside her. “What’s it gonna be, Izzy? Tell me now. Are you wearing my properties, or do you want to be a Berzerker club whore?”
I pulled out and trusted into her again and again. She started to moan like she did when I fucked her in bed, and I knew she liked it. “I belong to you, Stryker.”
It happened quickly. The sound of her voice as I watched her beautiful ass and my dick sliding in her tight pussy pushed me over the edge, and I exploded, coming deep inside her. I pulsated and throbbed, collapsing on top of her, my hard breathing brushed against her cheek.
I released her wrists, and stood, pulling her up against me. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
She twisted her head to look at me, her cheeks stained with tears. “You own my body, Stryker, but not my heart.”
10
Izzy
I was raw for two days after Stryker fucked me on that desk, and I’d knowingly squeeze my thighs together just to feel the pain. I was angry at my own body as it ached with need just to be near him. He was rough and forceful, then gentle and kind. But I kept my shields up and feared if he owned my heart, I was done for.
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