Dirty Aces MC: Box Set #1

by Hart, Lane

  “Ew, god no,” she answers with a shiver that I believe is genuine. “I…borrowed something from him…”

  “You stole from him.”

  “Yes, fine. I stole something; and when he found out, he wasn’t happy,” she admits.

  “I’m familiar with the concept,” I mutter. “How much was this…something worth?”

  “Twenty-thousand. But with interest I now owe him, twenty-five thousand or a little more.”

  I let loose a whistle because that’s a big chunk of cash, one he would probably require her to pay back with twenty-five percent interest or more, constantly growing and growing.

  “So you were stealing from me to pay him back?” I ask.

  “Sort of.”

  “Explain,” I snap at her.

  “I guess he doesn’t like you or the MC, maybe both,” Naomi tells me with a shrug of her narrow shoulders.

  Taking one last drag from my cigarette, I blow the smoke out of my nose and then lean forward to put it out in the ashtray on the desk before I respond. “Me. Harry doesn’t like me.”

  “Oh,” she mutters. “Well, anyway, I told him I didn’t have his money, so he gave me two options…”

  “And they were?”

  Squeezing her eyes shut, she says, “The first was that he would sell me to the highest bidder among all his rich friends to make back the twenty thousand I took.”

  “Sell you?” I repeat. “Like hand you over to be someone’s sex slave?”

  “Yep,” she answers. “Or rent me out to them.” When she looks back up at me, I can see the fear of that happening to her in her blue eyes and know that she’s telling the truth.

  “And the second option?” I ask.

  “He said I could steal the money from you. He told me that you would be…”

  “Be what?” I prod when she pauses.

  Naomi rests her chin on top of her knees and holds my gaze. “An easy target.”

  “Easy?” I scoff. “He fucking said that I would be an easy target?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wow. That fucker is even dumber than I thought,” I say while shaking my head at his fucking audacity.

  “Whether he’s stupid or not doesn’t matter. I’m screwed; because if you don’t kill me, he’s probably going to sell me.”

  “I’m not going to kill you,” I assure her. “And I knew from day one that you didn’t belong here. All you had to do to get Fiasco to hire you was blow him?”

  “Yes.”

  Groaning up at the ceiling, I mutter, “That dick of his is going to be the death of him one of these days.”

  “Right, well, um, can I have some clothes so I can leave now?” she asks.

  “No.”

  “No? You said…”

  “That I wouldn’t kill you,” I reiterate. “You think I’m going to let you get up and leave now that I know Harry-fucking-Cox sent you to steal from me? Sorry, honey, but that’s not going to happen.”

  “What? But…I can’t just sit around here! Harry will send someone for me if I don’t get him the rest of the money I owe him by the end of next week! I don’t want to be a sex slave for dirty old men!”

  “How much more do you owe him?” I ask.

  “A little over ten grand.”

  “Nah, you don’t need ten thousand dollars.”

  “Ah, yes I do!”

  “No, you don’t,” I assure her. “You sure do like to argue, don’t you?”

  “Without the money, I’m screwed.”

  “You’re right. If you don’t pay what you owe Harry, he probably will do what he threatened. He’s apparently not very forgiving.”

  “Why doesn’t he like you?” she asks.

  “I stole a gold-digging bitch from him just because I could and then gave her the boot,” I tell her honestly. “Guess he still hasn’t gotten over her preferring me to him.”

  “You or him? That’s not really a choice…”

  Arching my eyebrow at her, I say, “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment. But fuck Harry and his woman. What the hell am I going to do with you?”

  Chapter Nine

  Naomi

  * * *

  I’m sitting on the floor naked in Malcolm’s office, completely at his mercy as he contemplates what he’s going to do to me for catching me stealing from him. I feel a wave of déjà vu that’s quickly overwhelmed with a twisting despair in my stomach.

  “Is this going to be a multiple-choice situation too?” I ask him to try and lighten the mood.

  “You think you deserve that? For me to give you choices?” Malcolm huffs as he runs his fingers through the long waves of his hair and leans back in his chair to watch me.

  “I don’t deserve them, no, but I still hope you’ll give them to me, maybe because you feel sorry for me…”

  “Why should I feel sorry for a lying thief like you?” he huffs.

  “Because…because Harry is my…he’s my father.”

  Malcolm doesn’t say a word for several long seconds while I hold my breath.

  “You don’t have the same last name,” he points out suspiciously through narrowed eyes.

  “He never married my mother,” I explain. “He says she was just his whore for a few years before he kicked her to the curb. I barely saw him over the years, but I needed money recently, so I paid him a visit and… stole one of his prized possessions.”

  “That was stupid. There are cameras everywhere now,” Malcolm remarks.

  “Yeah, but by the time he noticed, it was gone. I’d sold it, the money had been used, and he couldn’t get it back.”

  “So, Harry is your biological father and he threatened to sell you, just like that?” he asks with a snap of his fingers.

  “Yes. Why, are you surprised?”

  “No, I guess not,” he mutters.

  “So, now that you know all of that, will you please work with me on how I can make things right?” I ask.

  “Okay, I’ll give you…three choices,” Malcolm says, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees to put his face closer to mine. For a moment, I get distracted by the golden ring surrounding the green of his irises before I remember that what we’re talking about is serious.

  “Three choices. Great. What are they?” I ask.

  “The first one is – I take you back to Harry and let him do whatever he wants with you.”

  “Next,” I say since that’s a big hell no.

  “Second, you pay me back everything you owe me, which, if I understood correctly, would be fifteen-grand since you still owe him ten of the twenty-five thousand.”

  “That’s probably an accurate accounting,” I admit. “But I don’t have the money. If I did, I wouldn’t be stealing it from you to pay him!”

  “Then you could pay me back at fifteen percent interest per month.”

  “No, that’ll take forever,” I huff. Harry’s doing the same thing, continuing to add interest so that I’ll never get caught up. “I want this done and over with.”

  Malcolm leans back in his chair and grips the arm rests. “So, I guess that leaves you with one last option.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “You start paying me back immediately with what you do happen to have available…”

  “I don’t have anything of monetary value available,” I remind him, at least nothing I’m willing to sell.

  “Sure you do,” he says, tilting his head to the side and letting his eyes roam over my naked flesh. “You could pay me back with your sexy little body.”

  “I’m not a whore!” I exclaim indignantly.

  “Didn’t say you were,” he replies. “In fact, it would sort of be the reverse. I’m letting you fuck me for fifteen thousand more dollars plus interest, for a total of twenty-five thousand, so that would make me a rather expensive whore.”

  “No. Absolutely not,” I tell him adamantly.

  “Then, I guess you’ll have to take your chances with your father’s rich friends and their saggy balls, hairy ba
cks, and bellies so big you have to lift the fat up to get to their shriveled cocks…”

  “Fine!” I exclaim after he paints that disgusting picture. “At least you’re sort of nice to look at,” I add, making him smirk because we both know I’m full of shit. Malcolm Hyde is hot as fuck, and he definitely knows how to use the dangerous weapon between his legs. “How would this really work?” I ask him.

  “I would take care of what you owe Harry and the MC, which means you would owe me twenty-five thousand in total too.”

  “And what exactly would I have to do to earn that twenty-five thousand?” I ask.

  “All you need to worry about is taking care of me and my needs,” he responds. “So, what do you say? You going to work your debt off on my dick?”

  That’s an offensive and incredibly crude thing for a man to say to a woman. And if he hadn’t just made me come on his fingers and cock, I wouldn’t think twice about turning him down. But Malcolm is yummy and very talented with his body parts…

  “I’ll give you…one night.”

  “One night!” he barks out with a laugh. “Honey, you stole from me and the Dirty Aces. Do you know what happened to the last person who stole from us?”

  “No,” I answer.

  “He’s six fucking feet under!” Getting to his feet, Malcolm stands right in front of me and reaches down to tilt my chin up with his one finger. “Too bad he wasn’t nearly as pretty as you are. So, the way I see it, honey, if you were a whore, twenty-five thousand dollars at five hundred a pop is equal to at least fifty fucks.”

  “Again, I’m not a whore!” I yell at him. His single finger on my chin is strong enough to snap my jaw closed.

  “Hey, it’s not my fault that you owe daddy money and decided to steal from me. So now you have to pay up with what you do have that can be made readily available to me– your pussy, your mouth, and your ass. All three whenever I want for fifty dirty days and fifty naughty nights.”

  “No,” I say, turning my head so he is finally forced to let go of my chin. There’s no way I’m going to be his sex toy for fifty days and nights! “The most I could do is…one week,” I counter.

  “Not even I can fuck fifty times in one week. At least I don’t think so,” he says when he retakes his seat. “I’ve never actually counted. But fine, I’m willing to compromise. Let’s make it two weeks. That’s my last and final offer. Take it or leave it and go spend the rest of your life sucking an old man’s limp dick.”

  Dammit, he knows I’m stuck here with no wiggle room. And it’s not like fourteen days of sex with a hot, tattooed biker is really a chore. It’s much easier than being sold into sex slavery.

  “Just think about how pissed daddy will be when he finds out the man he loathes is fucking his little girl…” Malcolm throws out there, sealing the deal. I hate Harry and would love to hurt him back any way possible for all the years he spent ignoring me, pretending I don’t exist except as a consequence of a bad affair from long ago.

  “Fine. I guess I can handle two weeks,” I agree with a heavy sigh.

  “You guess?” he huffs. “Honey, I just had you screaming and begging me to fuck you like a bitch in heat. You loved every second of it.”

  “It wasn’t all bad,” I say, my face burning up with shame because he’s right.

  He arches his eyebrow at my ‘not all bad’ comment but doesn’t respond to it.

  “Two weeks and your body is mine to do whatever I want with it, twenty-four hours a day. Agreed?”

  “Agreed,” I say as I swallow down that jagged pill of infinite possibilities. Who knows how rough and kinky Malcolm can get in the sack?

  I can’t wait to find out should not be the first thought that pops up in my head.

  Malcolm offers me his palm to shake, which I take.

  “Oh, and you’re going to keep working for me here for free until our deal ends too,” Malcolm adds while still clutching my hand. “But if I catch you stealing even one penny that isn’t yours, I’ll make your father look like a goddamn saint when I chain you up below deck and let every asshole who walks onto the boat have a turn with you. Do you understand me, Naomi?”

  I give a nod and swallow around the new lump in my throat. I believe he would do it. He may have assured me that he wouldn’t kill me; but if I cross him again, I have no doubt he’ll make me pay. Malcolm doesn’t seem like the forgiving type.

  “Yes, sir. I won’t make that mistake again,” I assure him.

  “Good. Now, go wash my cum from between your legs and ass cheeks and get the fuck back to work. I’ll give you a ride back to my place when we dock.”

  “What about my clothes?” I ask as he helps pull me up to my feet. Once I’m standing, he grabs my torn black dress from the floor and ties it tightly in a tight knot around my chest, covering my breasts and part of my stomach; then kneels to help me slip my red panties back on.

  “That’ll work for tonight,” he tells me as he gets back to his feet.

  “What? I’m practically naked!” I say as I glance down at the ridiculous lack of coverage.

  Malcolm whips out his big knife from his pocket and holds it up between us. “I’ll rip your panties and what’s left of your dress to shreds too if you don’t shut the hell up and get out of my office right fucking now.”

  So we’re right back to where we started my first night, him insisting on trying to make me uncomfortable. Well, fuck him.

  “Fine. I bet my tips will be through the roof again. And by the way, I’m keeping those for myself.”

  “Fine,” he agrees, as if I was asking his approval.

  Chapter Ten

  Malcolm

  * * *

  As soon as Naomi leaves my office, Fiasco is busting in, face scarlet red and eyes blazing with anger before I even get my chair pushed back behind my desk where it belongs.

  “What happened to Naomi’s dress?” he asks, his nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air. “And why does it smell like a bucket full of jizz in here?”

  “Because I fucked her,” I tell him, taking a seat and propping my feet up on the corner.

  “Are you shitting me?” he exclaims. When I don’t respond, he says, “I’m calling a goddamn meeting!”

  “We need at least four members present for a meeting,” I remind him.

  “Good thing Silas and Devlin are onboard playing poker,” he huffs before he turns to go get them.

  Great. He’s bound and determined to ruin my after-sex buzz. And yeah, I probably should’ve thought about the consequences that screwing Naomi would have on Fiasco and the fact that I broke my own rule, but I didn’t. All rational thoughts went out the window, pushed aside by the need to be inside of her. After nailing her once, I thought that need would start to subside.

  It hasn’t. Before she left my office, I was already getting hard again for her. Good thing we have the rest of the night and thirteen more days and nights to go.

  A few minutes later, an annoyed Dev and Silas are filing into my office with Fiasco bringing up the rear, slamming the door behind them.

  “What’s up, boss?” Dev asks.

  “I didn’t call this meeting; Fiasco did,” I tell them, propping my hands casually behind my head to wait him out. I’m feeling too fucking good to even care if he’s pissed. Silas was right. I really needed to get laid.

  “Fiasco? What the fuck?” Silas snaps at him. “I was on a winning streak!”

  “He’s fucking the waitress I hired!” Fiasco shouts, sounding like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum.

  “Who fucked who?” Dev asks.

  “Malcolm fucked Naomi! The asshole told us not to fuck the help, and then he goes and fucks her!”

  “Dude, why did you fuck her?” Silas asks me.

  “Because she and I have an agreement — she’s going to be my sex slave for the next two weeks,” I answer truthfully, causing Fiasco’s pale blue eyes to nearly bulge out of his head.

  “Sex slave?” Dev repeats with a chuckle. “Way to go boss-ma
n.”

  “Damn, it must be good to be the prez,” Silas says with a rare smile.

  “Does that mean I can fuck her again now?” Fiasco asks.

  “No, man. You can’t. And you never fucked her. She sucked you off to get a job so she could steal from us for Harry fucking Cox,” I say, lowering my hands from my head to sit up straight when I call him out.

  “She stole from us?” Dev asks.

  “Yeah, fifteen K from us and customers to pay off a debt she owes to Harry. But I’m going to put the money back and repay anyone missing shit since she and I worked out an alternative repayment plan,” I explain.

  “And that alternative plan includes her riding your dick?” Fiasco grumbles.

  “Yeah, it does. Whenever I want, twenty-four hours a fucking day.”

  “You’re an evil genius,” Dev chuckles.

  “If she was stealing from the MC, then we should all get to gang bang her twenty-four seven as part of your repayment plan,” Fiasco says.

  “The fuck did you just say?” I snap at him.

  “She stole from the Aces, so all six of us should get a few turns with her,” he repeats, making my teeth grit together in annoyance. “At least let us vote on it to see who wants a turn.”

  Son of a bitch.

  He’s serious about sharing her, passing her around like a joint. Guess I should’ve kept the part about her owing the club money to myself and just put it all back. And knowing how hardheaded Fiasco is, he’s not going to let this go until we do have a table vote where any of my other brothers may start thinking they should get a turn too. That’s never going to fucking happen. But I can’t just shut him down since this is now a club issue.

  “Tell you what, Phillip,” I start, using his real name that I know he hates, when I come up with an idea. “How about me and you get in the cage one-on-one tomorrow night. If you beat me, you can have her. If I win, you can never say another goddamn thing about her, and you sure as shit will never lay another finger on her.”

  The room turns completely silent as the weight of my words sinks in.