Gorgon's Vengeance (Demons on Wheels MC Book 2)

by Ravenna Tate

  “My friend called back in half an hour and told me she was on her way to pick me up. Meghan is her cousin, and she’d asked Gorgon if they could give me a job. But she said Gorgon wanted the whole story as soon as I got here, before they decided if I could stay.”

  “Sure. He wanted to be certain he wasn’t putting the others at risk.”

  Chloe nodded. “So my friend came and got me. I packed as many clothes as I could. I had no money or even a credit card. I broke my cell phone in half, and we tossed it into a dumpster. I didn’t want him looking for numbers in it to call and harass my friends.”

  “What did the person who drove you here think of that?”

  “I told her he paid the bill, which was true, but I didn’t want him to have the phone. When I got here, I told Gorgon the whole story.”

  She walked toward the sofa and took a seat. “But Brad found me. Not for a few months, though. I found out later that my friend ended up telling him where she’d taken me, because he told her some bullshit story about how much he missed me and wanted me back.”

  “What about your parents? Did he harass them?”

  “He tried to. My father filed a retraining order against him.”

  “Did you finally tell your parents the truth?”

  “Yes. They were so upset for me, but I begged them to stay out of it. I didn’t know what Brad might do to them.”

  “So Brad came here looking for you?”

  “He tried to. He got as far as the parking lot before Gorgon, Tannin, and Rahab went out there and had a little talk with him. Brad ended up in the ER, and that’s when Gorgon heard through Donny’s contacts in the sheriff’s office that he had arrest warrants pending.”

  “For what?”

  “Some of those homes where he’d done work? He went back after the jobs were done and broke in to steal things from the owners. He’d wait until the jobs were over for a while, and then try to stage it to make it look like a random burglary.”

  “Oh … wonderful.”

  “Yeah. Nice guy, right? But the homeowners weren’t idiots. The cops eventually got enough evidence to issue warrants for his arrest, but he’d taken off for California by then. He had friends living there, I think.”

  “And now he’s here again?”

  Chloe nodded.

  Rai crossed the room and gave her a tight hug. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound unsympathetic.”

  “You don’t. I understand you’re angry at him, not at me.”

  “Absolutely. How can anyone be angry with you? He was the abuser, not you. And women in those situations are too afraid to leave, and too afraid to report it. You did a brave thing calling your friend and coming here.”

  “That’s what Gorgon said.”

  “He’s right, but it’s still bullshit that Brad came here tonight. This guy can’t simply show up and harass you. I’m going downstairs to find Tannin.”

  Before Chloe had a chance to say anything else, Rai left the room. Chloe didn’t follow her. Instead, she called down to the kitchen and asked Connie if she’d mind coming up to get the mugs, spoons, and tumblers. Then she went into Gorgon’s room and curled up in bed to watch TV and wait for him.

  Once she was in his arms later, all would be well. That was the only place she felt truly safe.

  Chapter Four

  Gorgon found the other officers and told them what was going on. They decided not to involve any of the other members for now. Not until they had to. The six spread out in the club, searching. Even though he, Tannin, and Rahab were the three who had confronted Brad a year ago in the parking lot when he’d been stupid enough to come here looking for Legs, the others knew what he looked like from his mug shots online.

  Vassago also called Donny to fill him in about Brad. If Legs got upset about that, Gorgon would make it right between them. Because it was bullshit this guy could simply come back here and walk into the club, then watch her dance like a fucking stalker. Not in his place. Not to his woman.

  The six men crisscrossed the club a dozen times, went into the private back room more than once, and even checked the johns. Brad was not there. They met up an hour later in the church.

  “Okay,” said Gorgon. “Pass the word we’re having a quick church tomorrow morning at ten, with all the patched members and prospects. We’re gonna pass this guy’s picture around. He doesn’t get back in here. Agreed?”

  Everyone nodded.

  “He’s got active arrest warrants,” said Tannin. “We should call the sheriff’s office and let them know he’s back in town.”

  “Donny will make sure they know,” said Vassago.

  “Good move. Is Legs okay?”

  “Rai is with her.” As soon as Gorgon spoke, the door to the room burst open, and there Rai stood, hands on hips, dark eyes flashing with anger.

  “What are we doing about this asshole?”

  Tannin grinned, walked over to his old lady, and put his arms around her. “Funny you should ask. We were just discussing it.”

  “So you all know what’s going on?”

  “They know Brad won’t be allowed back in here,” said Gorgon. He didn’t mind Legs telling the story to Rai half as much as he minded the fact that Rai had left her alone. “Where is Legs?”

  “Upstairs in her room.”

  “You need to get back up there with her. I don’t want her left on her own right now.”

  Tannin released the embrace. “I agree. Go and stay with her.” He gave Rai an intimate kiss and whispered something in her ear Gorgon didn’t hear. Rai’s face colored slightly.

  “All right,” she said. “Thanks. Just wanted to be sure everyone knew.”

  After Rai left and the door was closed again, Gorgon dismissed everyone except Tannin, asking them all to keep an eye out in case Brad had balls enough to come back a second time that night.

  “She’s a firecracker, Tannin. You sure this is what you want?”

  “As sure as you are about Legs. I adore her, okay? No doubt at all that she is who I want.”

  Gorgon grunted. “Yeah. Okay. I hear ya.”

  “Can we assume there’s more to the story than Brad hit Legs once and she left him?”

  “Yeah. A lot more.” Gorgon had never told anyone the entire story, just like Legs had begged him not to. “She doesn’t want me to spread it around.”

  “She probably told Rai. She had to have been pretty pissed off to come barging in here like that.”

  “That’s fine. She’s free to tell who she wants. I know Rai will keep quiet if Legs asks her to.”

  “She will. If Brad is back in Ohio, he’s got to be either out of money, or something happened in California to make him run. Want me to do some digging?”

  “No. Let Donny handle it. If there’s anything that man hates more than Mob bosses like Vito who take over companies he already owns, it’s men who hit their women. Look, can you handle things for the rest of the night? I want to get upstairs and make sure Legs is really okay.”

  “Absolutely. Go.”

  Gorgon climbed the stairs and peeked into Legs’s room, but found only Rai and Creamy. “She’s in your room,” said Rai. “We’re just cleaning up. I brought some soup up earlier.”

  “Thanks. I appreciate that.” He considered asking them whether they were talking about anything else, but that would undermine Tannin’s trust in Rai. She hadn’t proven herself to be a gossip in the short time she’d been here, and Gorgon hoped she wouldn’t end up being one.

  He went down the hall to his room and opened the door. Legs was on his bed, curled up watching some garbage on TV. She turned the program off and ran into his arms. “You’re up here early.”

  “Tannin is watching things for me. I wanted to be with you.”

  “Thank you.” She turned those baby blues toward him. “I have to tell you something. Please don’t be upset.”

  “I won’t be. What is it, baby?”

  “I told Rai the whole story. But she won’t breathe a word. I just
talked to her a moment ago, before Connie came upstairs to get the dishes. Rai brought me soup.”

  “Yeah, I just saw her and Creamy. You sure Rai will keep quiet?”

  “Positive.”

  “Okay.” Gorgon brushed a hand over Legs’s silky blonde hair, and his dick jumped to attention. After everything she’d been through tonight, fucking him might not be on her mind, but he sure hoped it was. He never got enough of her. “How are you? Really?”

  “That depends on whether he’s still in the building.”

  “He’s not.” Gorgon told her how the six of them had checked, and he told her that Vassago had told Donny what was going on. “Don’t be pissed at me that I told Donny.”

  “I’m not. Now that I’ve had a chance to think about it, it’s probably a good move.”

  “It’s the best move in this instance.” Gorgon kissed her hair, and she snuggled closer to his body and moaned softly, which nearly made Gorgon come in his pants.

  “You’re so warm.”

  “Chloe…” He rarely called her by her real name, and only did so when they were alone. How anyone could hurt this sweet, unassuming woman was beyond his comprehension.

  He wanted ten minutes alone with Brad. That would be more than enough time to show the bastard what happens to assholes who fuck with someone’s old lady.

  ****

  Chloe never ceased to be amazed that she could become so aroused, so quickly, whenever Gorgon was near her. All he had to do was look into her eyes, or call her “Chloe” instead of her stage name.

  His dark eyes bored into hers, filled with lust and love. Chloe licked her lips and brushed one hand down his back, over his ass, and around the front of his jeans to massage his bulge through the fabric. “I don’t want to think about scary things anymore tonight.”

  Gorgon grunted, cupped her face, and bent his head for a rough kiss. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, chasing away the demons in her mind. Gone were the horrible memories of what Brad had put her through, and the shock of seeing him tonight. Instead, Chloe let go and welcomed the heady sensation of being taken by the man she loved.

  He moved his mouth to her neck, planting tiny bites there. “Get your clothes off, baby. I need to fuck you now.”

  Chloe peeled off her tank top and shorts, tossing them across the room. He grasped her breasts and squeezed them together in his strong hands. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

  It had taken her weeks after arriving here to stop trembling in his presence. His dark hair, so soft to the touch, hung down to his shoulders when he didn’t have it tied back. The hairstyle gave him an unruly, lawless appearance that had both excited and frightened her at first.

  “I’m gonna explode, baby. On your knees. Take out my dick.”

  Her pussy was soaking wet. She loved it when Gorgon spoke to her this way, because she knew how much he loved her. It wasn’t rude or abusive in her mind. This was just his way. He’d lie down in front of a train for her. When he commanded her like this, it turned her on something fierce because there was love and devotion behind it, not fear or oppression.

  Chloe dropped to her knees and rubbed her chin over his bulge, teasing him. He grabbed her hair and tugged, hard. “Chloe, dammit … I’m fucking dying here.”

  She undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He never wore underwear, so she took care not to catch anything as she eased the jeans down his rock-hard thighs. His cock was red, swollen, and already slick with pre-cum. “You’ve missed me, Billy, haven’t you?”

  “Baby, I always miss you. Suck me hard. Swallow my cum.”

  Chloe slid her tongue up and down the shaft, enjoying the contrast between the veins and the satiny skin. Gorgon moaned loudly, tugging on her hair to move her closer. “Come on, baby. Don’t tease me. You know what I want.”

  She knew, but the power it gave her to hold back was as much of a rush as the actual act. Chloe licked his balls before swirling her tongue over his shaft again. When she finally took him into her mouth, he groaned loudly and pushed his dick all the way inside.

  After relaxing her throat muscles, she curled her lips around her teeth and let him fuck her with the entire length. Chloe massaged his balls with one hand and teased the soft skin between his sac and upper thighs with the other. She always gave her man what he liked.

  Her hair hurt from him pulling on it so hard, and her mouth was sore, but she didn’t mind. This domination was what she loved. Because when it was over, he’d hold her all night and caress her skin, telling her over and over how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her. Things he’d never say unless they were alone. Words he spoke only to her, intimacies shared only between them.

  “Oh fuck … oh, Jesus Christ. I’m coming, baby. Here I go…”

  She braced, swallowing a few times before the first rush of hot cum filled her mouth. He thrust harder, milking every drop before releasing her hair and her mouth.

  “Oh my God.” Gorgon flopped back onto the bed, breathing hard. Chloe stood and went into the bathroom to clean her face and get a drink of water. She enjoyed giving Gorgon blowjobs, and she didn’t mind that he almost always wanted one before they did anything else.

  Sex with him was rougher than it had been with anyone, but Chloe had grown to love that about him because he treated her like something precious, not someone he wanted her to fear.

  When she’d first come to the club, it had taken her a long time to learn to separate the act of having sex from the intentions behind it, because Brad had messed with her mind for so long. Because he’d used sex as a weapon against her, Chloe had come here believing that if any of the Brothers or prospects wanted to fuck her, that meant they liked her. It meant she was doing everything right.

  Gorgon had been the one to help her understand that her self worth was not tied to how many men she fucked, how often she did, or even whether she did it at all. There had never been any pressure from him or the others to have sex with the men here. She’d done it because she believed she was supposed to. She wanted to know she was pleasing them, and that was how she’d measured it.

  “You okay in there, Legs?”

  “Yes. I’ll be right out.”

  “I want to eat your pussy and then fuck it, hard, so hurry up. Miss you already.”

  Delicious shivers ran down her spine. He was so damn good in bed! Better than anyone she’d ever had. He had helped her pull back in the first few months after she became comfortable enough to fuck the other members, insisting on her taking time to decide whether she wanted to be a sweetbutt like Connie and Nikki. In the end, that wasn’t what she wanted because she’d been doing it for the wrong reasons. Gorgon had helped her understand that.

  No one had ever taken the time to listen to her, or had bothered to coax her into talking about her feelings before. No one had cared enough to help her make sense of why she used sex as a measure of her likeability.

  Once she pulled back, and after she began dancing, it was easy to fuck Gorgon exclusively. She’d been more attracted to him physically and emotionally than anyone, right from the start. He’d saved her, in more ways than one. He was her knight in shining leather, riding a Harley instead of a horse. She’d do anything for him.

  Chloe stepped into the bedroom and smiled as her gaze traveled over him. He still wore his cut and his t-shirt, plus his boots. The goatee on his chin was turning gray, as was his hair, but only in some spots. She supposed that was normal for a thirty-six-year-old man who had been through the hell he’d had to endure, and who had the stress of running this business and the MC.

  She didn’t mind the gray. It gave him a distinguished look. Plus, his body was covered in ink and muscles, so it’s not like he wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous. He was the tallest, most muscled, sexiest, roughest man she’d ever met, and she was head-over-heels in love with him.

  Chapter Five

  Gorgon opened one eye, caught Legs staring at him, and sat up. He pulled off his shirt and cut, tossing them onto th
e floor. “Bring that pussy over here. I’m hungry.”

  The delight on her beautiful heart-shaped face never failed to take his breath away. This twenty-four-year-old woman looked barely legal, which was one of the reasons she made so damn much money dancing, but she was no naïve little girl. There was fire inside her, and an intelligence that no one had ever bothered to help her uncover.

  She climbed on top of him and straddled his chest, squeezing her tits together and rolling the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

  “God, I love to watch you touch yourself.”

  “That’s why I do it.” She moved one hand to her clit and rubbed it slowly, up and down while she moaned softly, and his dick grew hard again. No surprise there. All he had to do was think about her and he was ready to fuck again.

  “I love your body, Chloe. It’s so ripe.”

  “I’m getting pudgy in the middle.”

  He pulled her down for a rough kiss. “You are not. Stop saying that. Seriously. Women aren’t supposed to look like fucking sticks walking around. They’re supposed to be curvy with nice tits.”

  She laughed. “The nice tits part is essential, right?”

  “For me it is.” He grasped hers. “I love all of you, baby. Your nice tits, your round ass, and even your non-existent pudgy middle.” He patted her flat stomach. “Our customers certainly don’t mind your body, Chloe.”

  “No, they sure don’t.”

  “But I’m the only who matters, right?” Christ. He sounded desperate. This woman had crawled under his skin from day one. And one year later, she still had the power to make him babble like a lovesick teen. “Do you really care what any other man thinks of your naked body?”

  “No. I only care what you think.”

  That’s what he needed to hear, every single day. “Put your fingers inside yourself. I want to watch you play with yourself.” She complied, moving the other hand off her breast to slip two fingers into her wet hole. “Oh, God. Yeah. That’s it. Fuck yourself, Chloe. I want your juices dripping all over me.”

  He could smell how ready she was, and he was crazy over it. Gorgon reached between her legs and grasped his cock, moving his hand up and down the length while she continued to rub her clit and slide her fingers in and out of her pussy.