BROKEN: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Satan's Wings MC)

by West, Naomi

  He moved his hand to her knee and she jumped. He put his hand back on the table.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Sure.” The drink was strong and that was good. Sometimes they watered down the alcohol with too much juice. “Strong.”

  “Good. I meant waitressing, though. Do you like waitressing?”

  “Oh. Sure, it’s okay.”

  “I bet you get a lot of tips.” He pulled his mouth into a half smile.

  “It’s not bad.”

  He sat back and narrowed his eyes to inspect her. “I’ve been trying to figure you out. What is it? School, rent, coke?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Why would a woman like you put yourself through this?”

  Again she wondered how much she should tell him. She didn’t really want him to know about Ian. That felt too personal. He probably wasn’t quite that trustworthy.

  “Umm, college, yeah. Can’t waitress forever, right?” She tried to chuckle and then took another sip of her drink. College student sounded way more respectable than single mom who was broke.

  “What’s your major?”

  Without hesitating, she answered, “Nursing.” It was what she’d always wanted to do. Help people, save them, see them get well. But school had never been an option for her. Not with Ian. She had to work every second she could. No way could she devote the thirty hours a week that a nursing program demanded. Even if they allowed her to take classes slower than that, she couldn’t even give them ten hours a week and still be able to pay the bills. As it was, she never got a full night’s sleep and tonight would be worse. She’d maybe get a few hours if she was lucky.

  It would have made life easier if she had been able to do it. Nurses made far more than any waitress ever did. And nurse was a much more respectable job. She cringed having to admit she worked at two restaurants and hated to think that all her time spent there brought in so little money.

  Saxton nodded. “My mom was a nurse.”

  “Does she like it?”

  “Yeah. I think she liked the pay the most. Not easy being a single mom with two kids.”

  So, his mom was living her life, basically, except she managed to get to school and make something of herself. If only Ian had come along a little later, maybe that could have been her life.

  Then his words sunk in.Wasa nurse.Liked the pay. All past tense. “Do you see her often?”

  “I visit her grave once a week.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  He shrugged. “She lived a good life. And she went fast, so that’s a blessing. All those years spent in the hospital taking care of people, and she had plenty of people to take care of her in the end.”

  “Good karma, I guess.”

  “I guess.”

  What sort of karma would her actions tonight lead to? Was this a sacrifice for her child to come to her as someone sacrificing themselves for her? Or was this something despicable and would led to more despicable things happening to her?

  “How much longer do you have?”

  She’d still been thinking of death when he asked and it threw her for a moment. But she wasn’t dying. He meant school. “Another year.” Sure, why not.

  “And will this pay for it?”

  “It’ll cover tuition for the rest of the year. Almost.” At least that was true enough. Even if it wasn’t her tuition she was talking about. With this year being paid for, she could start saving and get far ahead before Ian’s next school year started.

  “That’s good. I guess school is expensive. I never went.”

  “It is. A good education doesn’t come cheap.” She took the last swallow of her drink and was feeling much better about everything. She had a nice little buzz just starting. Another drink or two, and she could do this, no problem.

  “Another?” he asked.

  She gave an emphatic head nod and he ordered her another.

  Saxton leaned over to her and said in her ear, “I just want you to know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman here. That’s why I bid so high. I couldn’t bear to let one of these assholes take you home.”

  “Thank you.” She thought of how he’d been her savior and how much she appreciated not sitting with the knife guy right now. “You’re the hottest man in here,” she blurted out.

  He pulled his mouth into a half smile, then let his fingers fall through her hair. “Glad you think so.”

  His touch sent chills through her. It made her a little uncomfortable, but at the same time, his looks helped a lot. And the alcohol. She started to feel a little warm down between her legs and crossed her knees.

  “Do you like it rough?” he asked.

  “Umm…” She took a sip of her drink. How could she answer besides being honest? “I don’t really know. I’ve never done it like that.”

  He let his hand return to her knee and this time, she didn’t pull back. “So, you’ve only been fucked nice and easy?”

  Her face warmed a bit and the tickle of his words in her ear gave her tingles. “I guess so.”

  “Maybe we’ll have to fix that.”

  Oh crap. So he was one of these rough guys after all? Great. What did that even mean? How rough was rough exactly? Did that mean he’d want to break out whips and chains? Or would he just do it so hard that it hurt? Would he want to try other things, like anal? She wanted to run all over again.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. His fingers played with her hair again, then rested on the back of her neck. “I won’t hurt you. Promise.”

  She relaxed some, but didn’t really know if she could trust that. Did guys like him tell the truth?

  “I just want to make you feel good.” His hand moved farther up her thigh.

  “You too,” she said because she figured she was meant to say something like that. Wasn’t he paying for her to make him feel good?

  “I’m sure you’ll make me feel real good. You’re so hot, you turn me just looking at you. I’ve been hard since I first saw you.”

  “I’m so glad you were the one who won. That other guy really creeped me out.”

  “Who, Darien? Yeah, he’s not a nice guy at all. I’ve heard too many bad things. I couldn’t bare to let him win you.”

  “He showed me the knives he had tucked in his pants.” She shivered. “Total creep.”

  “He doesn’t deserve someone as hot as you.”

  Despite herself, she liked hearing him say that. It’d been a very long time since she felt desirable. Coming home stinking like cooked food, often with smears of various dinners on her clothes didn’t leave much room for feeling sexy. And when customers at the restaurants hit on her, that didn’t feel like a compliment so much as they just wanted to get in her pants.

  But somehow, Saxton seemed like he was interested in more than just sex. Maybe it was only the alcohol, but she imagined he wanted to get to know her. He asked all these questions and, judging by the way Trixie was practically screwing her guy right in his chair, she didn’t think most of the men here bothered with small talk and discussion.

  She liked him. Liked the look of him and the way he talked to her. Even if the rough thing made her very nervous, he’d promised not to hurt her. She would have to believe him.

  “He had knives, you said?” Saxton asked, a concerned look on his face.

  “Several, tucked into his pants. He pulled back his jacket and showed me like he planned to use them on me or something.”

  “Wouldn’t surprise me.”

  Her stomach turned at that confirmation. If Saxton was bothered by this guy, he must really be bad news.

  “Did you get a good look at them?”

  “The knives? Not really.”

  “Any have a decoration on the hilt?”

  “I don’t think so.” She thought for a moment. It had been kind of hard to see since she was on the stage under the lights and he was in the audience. She’d seen the glint of metal, enough to know what they were and make out their shape, but not enough to make out
any details. “No, I can’t recall any, sorry.”

  He nodded slowly and seemed to get lost in thought for several minutes. A few times, he looked around. Was he looking for Darien? Then he scrunched up his face, like he was trying to decide something. After several minutes, it started to feel a bit awkward, so she tried to get the conversation going again.

  “What do you do?” she asked. Maybe getting to know him was better after all. At least it would be better than watching him think and wonder what had him so concerned.

  “Told you. I have my MC.”

  “That makes money? I thought you just kinda hung out and rode together.”

  “Well, I’m the leader, first of all. And we do business.”

  So illegal things then. Drugs, guns, protection, who knew what? No wonder he had ten grand to blow on one night. Maybe he was one of those guys who had crazy money from selling things on the black market. And now she was benefitting from his “business.” Did that make it even worse? Was she somehow contributing to the crime on the streets of Chicago? Though, really, what she was doing was illegal. Maybe he dealt in girls. Maybe this was a plan to get her to be his woman to pimp out?

  No, that was ridiculous. He didn’t seem like the pimp type and he’d said this was his first time. Unless he was just getting into the business, he most likely sold drugs or weapons.

  “Am I allowed to ask what sort of business?” Maybe he’d give her some hint.

  “Probably not a good idea,” he said.

  Without thinking, she blurted out, “You’re not going to try to kidnap me and sell me, are you?”

  He laughed. “I sell things, not people.”

  Okay, well, that was something of a confirmation. Things, not people. Guns, she decided. Whether she was right or not, that’s what she’d go with for now. And that was better than selling women.

  “I don’t know what kind of person would run a thing like this,” he said.

  “The girls here are willing at least.”

  “I guess that’s something.”

  “Right.” She finished her drink and wondered if another would be okay. She was fully buzzed now. Probably helped that she hadn’t eaten much.

  “I think that’s him.” Saxton nodded across the room at a man leaning over the bar.

  Sara glanced over, then did a double take. “The man in the black shirt?”

  “Yeah. I think. I don’t know him though.”

  “Oh.” She tried not to react, but Saxton had just pointed out Carter. Could that be true? Could her brother be responsible for this auction? She knew he got into plenty of trouble and did illegal things, but she never imagined him doing something like this.

  She shook her head. He’d been too exposed to this world. Their mother had had several jobs as strippers and sometimes Carter had been taken along, sitting in the backroom while she was on stage. Sara was older and had avoided most of that because she was in school by then and often stayed next door with a neighbor. Much like she often had Ian do. He was with her neighbor right now.

  But Carter had clearly been affected by that world if he’d gotten into running things like this. Did he have personal women, too? Was he some sort of pimp? Knowing her brother, he was more likely the guy above all the pimps. He always seemed to be in charge of things, running things.

  “Know him?” Saxton asked.

  She wasn’t about to admit that her blood relative was responsible for this. “I think he’s one of my regular customers.”

  “Well, I hope he tips well.”

  “Yeah.” She forced a chuckle and hoped it didn’t sound too fake.

  “Hey,” he said, leaning closer to her. “You want to get out of here?”

  She looked at him and considered. It was nice of him to ask, even if she really didn’t have the option to say no. Maybe he would let her go home, but now that she knew just how much money awaited her, it left no option. She couldn’t ignore the dampness in her panties, either. Part of her wanted him. She wished it was under better circumstances, but oh, this night could have been so much worse. Thank God for him saving her. She shuttered to think of what she’d be doing right now if greasy knife man had won. Maybe she’d be bleeding under one of those blades.

  “Yes,” she said. “Thank you, again, for bidding on me. And for so much.”

  He winked and slid out of his seat. “You’re worth it.”

  Chapter Five

  Saxton walked out to his bike, Sara trailing behind him. This sure wasn’t how he’d imagined the night going, but he was happy with the turn of events. She was smoking hot. Being able to nail this sweet little bundle was worth the high price.

  He’d never paid so much for a woman. Not even close. But after talking to her and knowing he was helping her pay for nursing school, it felt more like he was helping her out than buying sex. Like she was a good friend and he’d decided to step up and cover her bill for her. Hell, maybe he’d even find out where she went and cover the rest of it. He was feeling just that nice.

  He walked with his chest puffed out. He’d also rescued her. Who knew what in the world that creep Darien would do to her. It couldn’t be good. But he had stepped up and bid high enough to keep her from him. He hoped she realized just how big that was.

  And after she’d mentioned the knives, it got him thinking. Could he have something to do with Liam’s death? Darien’s MC was a rival of the Jagged Souls, and Darien was the type of guy to overlook any sort of code. He had no honor. Especially if the rumors about him were true.

  Saxton had let his mind slip back into that place of obsession for a few minutes. He’d looked around the warehouse for Darien, to see if he could get a hint of him being involved somehow. To see if he could catch him doing something shady. Saxton thought of the knife sitting in his dresser drawer. The hilt with the eagle crest. The only real evidence left at Liam’s murder scene that he had to go on. Seemed like something tacky enough that Darien would love it. Was just his style. So was he the murderer? Saxton had overlooked him before because he didn’t think the guy had balls big enough to pull it off. And at the beginning, right after Liam’s death, Saxton had been a lot more sure that he could find the killer fast, so he eliminated suspects fast.

  Now that his hottest leads had gone nowhere and all this time had passed, maybe he needed to go back and look at everyone again. Maybe he’d missed something. The killer was out there somewhere. And Saxton would find him. And then he’d put a bullet in the murderer’s head just like he had done to Liam, except Saxton would beat the piss out of the guy first for what he’d done.

  He’d had to remind himself that tonight he was supposed to be letting loose, not focusing on the murder. And he’d paid a lot for this night with Sara. She’d brought him back to their conversation by asking about his work. Had she really thought he would go into detail about all the goings on in the Jagged Souls? No, he’d guessed not since she quickly moved on. For half a second, he thought she might be a spy from a rival club. He’d still be careful. Not let her see anything too important. Anything that would give away important information about the Jagged Souls or their business dealings.

  She had seemed so terrified at this whole thing, that his plan had been to get her to chill out a bit first. Make it feel more like a pickup than an auction. That’s why he’d had her sit at the table with him. He wanted nothing more than to throw her right on his bike and drive off to screw, but the way she looked at him warned him that that probably wouldn’t go too well. She’d seemed to relax after a few drinks, talk more. But then he’d let his hand fall to her knee—to her knee, for Christ’s sake—and she’d nearly jumped out of her skin.

  This could take a while, he thought. For a minute he considered ditching her and walking a few blocks to get a cheap screw. He’d paid the club, so he knew they wouldn’t care that he hadn’t bothered to pay the girl, and if he hadn’t even done her, what difference would it make?

  But when he knew why she wanted the money, that she wasn’t just some skanky ho
e and that his eight grand wouldn’t go up her nose or in her veins, then his thoughts had shifted. Then she became a challenge. Then he thought, I have to win her over just like any other pickup. Make her feel wanted and turn her on. That’s why he’d used his best lines on her. Make her feel pretty, desirable. The things women needed to get turned on. Seemed to work with her.

  And he thought his biggest win was asking her if she wanted to leave with him. They both knew he’d paid a ton for her to go home with him, but there was no reason to make her feel like she didn’t have a choice. Give her the illusion of control, make it feel like a typical hookup, and maybe that would mean she would have a good time. She had to need it. She looked and acted like she hadn’t been laid in years. When he’d tried again to put his hand on her knee, her body responded more appropriately. She’d warmed and leaned in and when she crossed her legs, he knew. She was getting hot for him.