Everything starts frustrating me. No wonder I’m a nut job. My father certainly did a number on me. My thoughts are even crazy and make no sense.
This stupid world is so unpretty.
I wake to Pyro shaking my leg. I groan and stretch, not realizing my entire front is exposed. He smirks at me, and I kick at him.
“Hazel’s awake and asking for ya,” he says and stands straight back up.
“Thank you; I’ll be down in just a second.”
He nods and leaves, allowing me to get dressed.
I dig through my bag and start cursing myself repeatedly for bringing slut clothes to wear, thinking Lana and I would be casino hopping this weekend. I’m gonna look just like the rest of these muffler bunnies that hang out in this shit hole. At least I wore tennis shoes on the way here. I don’t wanna be walking around in this club with nine-inch heels on. I grab my little black strapless dress and slip my feet in my white converse. I don’t bother with makeup because I’m stuck here and my best friend has been frigging shot.
Edging slowly down the stairs, I hear tons of voices. This is lovely. I try pulling my dress up more, but it’s no use. Right now I’m wishing what I wore yesterday didn’t stink with sweat. Just because I dance, and I’m naked most of my nights doesn’t mean I like bitty bopping around in nothing when I’m off work. Every woman deserves to dress up for dinner, girls nights out and even casino prowling, but I’ll be damned if I wanna look like a free meal for these guys.
I find Lana sitting at the bar with a sling on. Looks like the good doctor on their payroll did an excellent job because she’s laughing at something one of the prospects is whispering to her.
“Hey slut, you scared me this morning,” I mumble.
Her stoned eyes move to mine. I know she feels guilty for getting shot, but it wasn’t her fault. Lana is the only one who knows everything, and I mean every single detail of my past life.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers rubbing my arm with her uninjured hand.
“It’s not your fault. How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been shot,” she murmurs. “But I’m so high I could probably fly like a kite.”
“Good meds?”
“Indeed,” she giggles.
“I let it slip… I told them who I was. I was just so angry,” I whisper.
Lana whispers something quietly to the prospect. He leaves us, opening up a bar stool and I take a seat.
“Your family is on the other side of the United States babe; it’ll be okay, and if not, I’ll run with you.”
I’m choked up with emotions because I know she would run with me. She was orphaned when she was just seventeen years old. She received a trust fund when she turned twenty-one. She dances only because she loves to dance like I do. I don’t know why I would doubt myself about asking her if she would leave with me. She’s my other half.
“You’re not gonna have to run anywhere,” Pyro says bluntly from beside us. Where the hell did he come from?
“Your family name is just known. Ain’t no one gonna know but the Prez and me. Alright?”
“Pyro this is serious. You don’t know the kind of shit she’s running from,” Lana scolds.
He looks at my best friend with that sexy smirk of his, and I admit that even though there is no chemistry between Pyro and me, I would totally swoon and suck his toes if I were desperate for a lay.
“C’mon beauties, let me introduce you to the club.”
There are so many people in here I don’t think I’ll ever remember their names. It’s not as if I need to anyway. Their voices carry as they drink and flirt nastily with some of the women who don’t look as if they’ve showered in ages. I feel the contents of my liquored gummy bears rising in my throat from the knowing knowledge of these guys, especially Braxxon, sticking their cocks anywhere near these bitches. I seriously need to make an appointment as soon as possible. I shudder, and I feel like running to the nearest grocery store to buy a bottle of bleach and a squirt bottle. Sure sounds painful, but I’m absolutely contemplating it.
“Gross,” I mutter.
Pyro chuckles and shakes his head. If he weren’t such a cocky asshole living this kind of life, I could actually be friends with him. He seems to get me.
“Brothers, friends and whores, I’d like you to meet Star and Hazel. Hazel and Star, meet the club.” He nods.
“Fresh pussy,” yells a man who looks to be in his forties.
“Claimed pussy,” Pyro says simply.
See, women are just walking vaginas to these assholes. But I appreciate Pyro speaking as if we’re off limits. It will make all of today and tomorrow go smoother until we can go home. I suck in a breath as a gorgeous man walks up to me and leans on a cue stick. He’s absolutely stunning and immediately reminds me of Braxxon, only he’s a blond version.
“You look awfully different when your heel isn’t kicking my cousin in the dick,” he drawls.
Oh god! What is with these guys and their voices? Pyro laughs uncontrollably right beside us.
“Star, Hazel, this is Sniper, Snipe for short,” Pyro grins. I look over at Sniper, reading his cut; it says Sergeant-At-Arms.
“So sweet thang, who do you belong too?”
I grimace, and this gorgeous man smiles at me even more. What is with these fuckers? I want out of here and now, but I quickly change my tune as my skin heats and I feel warm breath on the back of my neck. I close my eyes, drawing a reaction out of Sniper.
“Prez you leave no fresh pussy for the rest of us. It never fucking fails,” Sniper groans then looks to me. “My brother seriously never leaves me any of the good ones.”
“Ah… so that explains it,” I mumble mainly to myself.
Braxxon wraps his arms around me and leans his chin on my shoulder. I’m momentarily stunned. This is kind of romantic, and this guy is far from romantic.
“Explains what?” He nips at my ear.
“Uh… well… he looks like you, but only blond,” I stutter feeling like an idiot.
Last thing I want is to look like is an empty airhead like the rest of these women who are staring at me with hatred plastered onto their faces.
“What about me Snipe, huh?” A redhead comes up behind him, trying to wrap her arms around him. “ My pussy’s good; you always used to scream so,” she purrs.
I’m definitely going to be sick. Yes, there it is trying to raise, the acids burning straight through my esophagus. I laugh trying to force it down.
“Used to… being the keywords; get the fuck off of me and go wash that shit. There’s a reason the guys call you Creamy.”
“I’m gonna be sick,” I choke out.
Oops!
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Creamy screams at me.
“I’m the one without the creamy vagina.”
“I need to lie down.” Hazel yawns beside me. Pyro says nothing as he walks her away. I’m assuming to his apartment. She must be in pain and sleepy if she’s not laughing or being sick from this scene.
“Prospect,” Braxxon shouts and three men come sauntering over, Pervy P being one of them. “Get CC outta here; take her to the slam room.”
“CC?” I ask.
“Creamy Crotch,” he chuckles.
“That’s disgusting. Did Pyro nickname her? Because he seems to have a thing for double initials.”
“Yeah he did actually. Who else has double initials?”
Braxxon looks pissed. For what reason, I don’t know, but he looks ravenously mad. That scary, watch your back kind of mad.
“Well… one of your prospects is a pervy peeper, so I called him a pervert, and then Pyro said PP. You know like Pervy Prospect?”
Braxxon’s demeanor changes back to calm and his anger dwindles.
“Damn bro, she forgot I was even standing here. Fucking magic dick,” Sniper mumbles walking away.
“Oh um… sorry,” I apologize and Sniper just waves a hand at me.
Braxxon goes on introducing me to every one o
f importance. I only know they’re of importance because he tells me point blank they are.
I learned that Sniper is his half-brother and that he was in another Chapter before coming back here when Braxxon became President of the MC. I got brave and asked him how he could be the President since he was so young. It was a touchy subject. He immediately moved on to the next introduction of the person in the position called Treasury. Max is a heavyset man in his sixties who is a part of the original members. Other club members I met were Zig Zag who is the Road Captain, Walter, Smokey, Rob, James, Hammer, Phil, and Samuel. It’s clear that Braxxon, Pyro, Zig Zag, Smokey, and Sniper are the youngest members of the club. I didn’t ask too many questions it’s not my business, and Braxxon clearly reminded me of that before ordering PP to get pizza to feed everyone before the members of the club took off. I’ve never seen so many pizza’s in all my life. But there are at least forty people here, and I don’t bother talking to any of them. Especially the hoes; I can tell the difference almost immediately between the ol’ ladies and the muffler bunnies. The ol’ ladies are clean and busy taking care of their kids while the tramps are guzzling up free booze. I grab two slices of pizza and a soda and take off to Pyro’s room to keep an eye on Lana. After I eat, I lay down beside her, pull up my reading app on my phone, and start reading. I’m on my second novel when Braxxon comes into the room, pulling up a chair and turning it backwards. He doesn’t say anything; he just watches me.
“You’re burning a hole in my skin,” I say not looking up from my phone.
“How’s she doing?” Braxxon asks.
I look beside me at Lana when I answer him.
“She’s been asleep forever, so I guess she’s okay,” I murmur.
“You wanna tell me why you ran away from home?”
“No… it’s none of your business, Braxxon.”
“Have anything to do with your man’s head getting blown off?”
I jump up so fast I’m shocked. My movements do nothing to keep the twinkle out of his eyes and the smirk off his face. He’s laughing at me. He’s being a prick.
“When the hell do I get to go home?” I grit out.
“Whenever the fuck I say you can.” He stands up smoothly. “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta ya until you lose that attitude. Bitch is not a sexy look on Angels.”
“What?” I laugh. “I’m far from an Angel, Braxxon; you’ll do well to remember that.”
“C’mon baby, it’s been a long day. I’m ready to fuck you until I wear us both out.”
“No!”
I don’t wanna have sex. I just want to go home and forget all about these people, this place, and this new hell. His gray eyes narrow at me, and I begin backing away. For each step I take, he takes one. I’m making no distance, so I run for the door.
“Angel,” he growls before tossing me over his shoulder.
“What the—,” I’m interrupted by his large hand slapping my ass.
“You’re mine; you’ll do well to remember that, baby.” He laughs, using my own words against me while walking us through the clubhouse and up the steps to his apartment.
I start kicking and screaming with each step.
“Go get Creamy or someone else who wants to screw you. I don’t wanna sleep with you Braxxon, stop!”
“Ask me in Russian baby,” he murmurs slamming his door shut.
He can’t be serious!
“Now!”
Okay.
“Ostanouit’! YA ne khochu spat’s toboy!” I yell. “Stop! I don’t want to sleep with you!”
“That is so fucking sexy,” he growls, tossing me upside down on his bed. Before I know it, Braxxon is standing in front of me entirely naked while my head is hanging off the side of his bed.
“Suck my cock,” he demands.
“Get that thing away from me. I don’t want it.” I laugh smacking at his legs.
“Oh you’re just a playful bitch,” he growls huskily before pouncing on me upside down.
I shove him off me before rolling onto the floor, laughing. I haven’t had this much fun turning someone down ever.
Braxxon’s head peeks over the side, staring down at me with the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen in all my life. I’m a goner, and his eyes light up as if he can see my resolve fade away.
“C’mere,” he whispers.
“Net,” I moan. “No.”
“Jesus,” he growls before descending down on top of me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Winter,” he murmurs into my neck. My real name falling from his beautiful lips causes me to gasp.
Truer words have never been spoken. The thickness of his cock presses down hard against my tummy as his lips work my neck.
“I don’t want you,” I whisper quietly.
“Angels aren’t supposed to lie, baby,” he says simply while edging my dress off me. His hands stop when he sees my red-laced thongs.
“I’m keeping these.”
Yank! There go my panties.
“What do you need my panties for?” I giggle.
“I’m gonna sniff them all week long until my Angel comes back to me next weekend.”
I stiffen. I’m not coming back. Hell to the no. I can tell that he likes me. Maybe only enough to screw a few times, but that isn’t enough to make me come back here. I decide to give in and just give him what he wants tonight, then maybe he’ll have his fill and leave me be.
“Prosto yebat’ menya,” I murmur running my fingernail down his chest. “Just fuck me.”
“I don’t know what that shit was that you just spouted off, but my cock is aching. I’m about to fuck you so raw that every step you take is going to feel like your cunt has been rubbed down by sandpaper, baby.”
There is no warning, no soft touches, no fingering as his cock fills me swift and hard. I cry out as he grips my legs around his waist, raising my butt off the floor. When he’s satisfied that I can hold my legs around him on my own, his hands yank my dress down over my breasts.
“I wanna watch these gorgeous tits bounce,” he growls, slamming into me repeatedly. There is no rhythm. It’s the assault to my vagina he was just promising me. This isn’t for my pleasure; it’s for his. So I reach in between my legs and begin rubbing myself.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” he tsk’s as his arms snake underneath me and raise me up, so I’m straddling him. Once I’m firmly seated, his fingers twist through my hair and yank my head back as his lips run down my chest, stopping at my nipple. He teases it with his tongue before clamping down on it hard. I scream out and start riding him.
“Harder bitch,” he growls yanking my hair even more. I snap my head back up and scratch my fingernails down his back as I slam down on him.
“Shit,” he hisses while somehow flipping me over and planting my face into the carpet. His balls smacking my front as he fills me with his come.
Well damn! There goes my orgasm. That’s the second time he’s come with my head smashed down on the bed. I wonder if this is his thing and I realize that he’s punishing me for something I didn’t even know I did wrong. He didn’t let me come, and I’m almost positive he knows he didn’t.
“Gee thanks,” I murmur as he catches his breath behind me. I’ll admit I’m thoroughly bummed. I know he can make me see stars, and the fact that he held out on me almost makes me want to cry.
“Time for bed, Angel,” he says as he kisses the back of my neck and pulls out.
Super!
I’m a little disappointed when I wake up alone, without Braxxon’s tongue lapping my core. But it’s Sunday, and Lana and I get to go home today. That thought makes up for the no orgasm. Just almost. I stretch before making my way downstairs to check on my best friend. I hear her giggling in the main room.
She looks a million times better. If she didn’t have a sling on, you wouldn’t be able to tell that she was just shot two days ago.
“Hey,” I say walking up to her.
“Get your things; we get to go home babe,” she smiles.<
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“Prospect,” Pyro snaps. “Get Star’s stuff together.”
“What about our car?” I ask.
“Pyro’s had the shop call the insurance company. We’ll have a rental waiting for us a few miles away from home. One of the Prospects is going to escort us to pick it up.”
“Escort us?” I repeat, but it comes out like a question instead of the disbelief I wanted it to sound like.
“Yep, gotta go all around our route here.”
“Peachy,” I murmur. “You got pain killers to go?”
“The best of the best. Pyro called Rich this morning, and he wasn’t too thrilled that I’m gonna be outta work. His exact words were…” she trails off leaving it open for Pyro.
“I give you my two best girls and you get one of them shot. We’re square,” he mimics. “And he hung up on me.” Pyro chuckles.
“Well, it’s been fun Pyro,” I say sarcastically.
“You think the Prez is gonna let you stay away?”
“Yep,” I say popping my p.
“Oh Star,” he chuckles. “C’mon I’ll walk you both out.”
Thank the heavens above. I’m practically squealing with delight knowing that we’re going home. I force myself not to be bummed out that Braxxon isn’t saying goodbye though. He’s a badass; I get that, but he’s just downright rude. He already left my core aching, and now he’s being a prick again.
We picked up our little rental car and one of the prospects followed us home. It was one of the longest rides of my life. Lana’s been happily smiling ever since leaving Breakneck and yeah, I know I’m a glutton for punishment because I find myself longing for the voice, touch, and smell of Braxxon. Once we’re home, I plop down on our couch and cross my arms, pouting when my phone starts ringing. I swear my moods are bi-polar. One minute I don’t want him and the next I miss him. My swollen lips between my legs also have something to do with that.
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