by Jenika Snow
Sorry, Mom, there’s only so much crap I’ll take.
Feeling in the pocket of her jeans, she found some money she’d stuffed in there earlier in the day.
Fate was on her side. She found a bus stop and within minutes she was driving away from Demon, away from his crazy-assed club. In about an hour, maybe a little more, she’d be at her father’s place. She was going to give him hell, hurt him as well.
Fisting her hands on her lap, she gritted her teeth at the events of the day. She was so angry. Never in all of her life had she been this angry or even this vindictive. Trashing Demon’s room was completely out of character. She’d gone through life being tame, calm, relaxed, and focused. Demon brought out a side of her she really didn’t understand.
Staring out of the window, she rested her head against the glass. She remembered the dark look of desire in Demon’s eyes right before he spanked her. He’d only ever looked at her as if she was something to eat, to savor. No man had ever looked at her like that.
She licked her lips, knowing she’d left all of that behind. Men like Demon were wrong to want. They were the bad boys who couldn’t be changed. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to remember the other woman sucking his cock. That’s what she needed to remember when she thought about him. The last thing she wanted was a cheating biker. With that in mind, nothing was going to stop her from kicking her father’s ass.
Demon moved back into the clubhouse. The main floor was empty, and the sound of fucking from the back rooms came through. Beer bottles and joints covered the floor; even coke lines were on the table. He walked over a couple of club whores that were passed out on the floor by the couch, and shook his head and the fucked-up state everything was in. A prospect was slung over the piece of furniture, out cold as well, and Demon continued to make his way toward the back rooms. He had this feeling, this tingling in the pit of his gut that said some shit had gone down with Deanna. He relied on his instincts to lead him in the right direction, and right now it was telling him that Deanna was going to be even more of a handful.
He moved quickly down the hallway, past the rooms where moaning and grunting were coming from, and finally stopped in front of his room. He pushed the door open, saw that the bed was mussed from where she had been laying, but that the room was empty. He moved into the room and checked the bathroom, but already knew the little wildcat had fucking taken off.
“Motherfucking hell,” he ground out, turned on his heel, and stormed back into the main room. “Put your dicks in your pants and get your fucking asses out here. Now.” He roared out the last word, feeling his blood boil at the fact she had slipped right out from under their god dammed noses. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Here. Now,” he yelled out even louder, walked over to the stereo, and turned the music off. The club whores on the floor came to, looking around with their drunk and sloppy expressions.
“What’s going on?” one of them slurred.
“You two,” Demon pointed at them, “get the fuck out of here and take the rest of your girls with you.” He was pissed, not mincing his words or trying to be sweet about it. The club girls crawled off the floor, gathered their things, and when the rest of the members stumbled out of the room all of the whores left the clubhouse.
“What’s up, prez?” Shakes said, running a hand over his head and looking a little annoyed.
“Yeah, this better be important because I was balls fucking deep in Pinkie before we heard your call.” Steel didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, glowered at him, reached down, and adjusted his dick behind his jeans. “I was minutes away from nutting inside of her cunt before you hollered at us—”
“All of you shut the fuck up.” The room grew silent after Demon spoke. He glanced at his men, the brothers of his club that were more like family than anything else. “The redhead is gone,” he ground out, glanced at them, and felt like fucking something up. No one spoke for several seconds, and their clueless expressions pissed Demon off even more.
“Redhead? Pinkie left already,” Steel said through his teeth, adjusted his cock once more, and then leaned against the wall.
Pinkie was an artificially colored redhead, but the one Demon was talking about was all natural, and his crew clearly didn’t understand who in the hell he was speaking about. “I’m talking about our payment.” He growled out, went over to the bar, and grabbed the Jamison. He took a long swig, knowing that he should be out there hauling her ass back in, but needing something to ease his rage. He turned and set the bottle down, seeing the realization on all of their faces.
“Well, let’s go bring her ass back home.” Joker rolled his head around on his neck, and then cracked his knuckles.
Yeah, this was her home now, and her stubborn, troublemaking ass better get used to that.
Deanna got off the bus, her body sore, tired, and her mind screaming at her that she needed to keep going. But she wanted to rest, needed to in fact. The events of today had drained everything out of her, and now that she was away from Demon and his devil club she was so, so tired. But even though it was the middle of the night, and resting sounded good, she was amped up, adrenaline still pumping through her body at the thought of what her father had done to her.
Stepping off of the bus and heading toward the station, she walked inside and went straight to the bathroom. Her feet hurt, and the feeling of blisters along her toes made every step feel as if she were walking on broken glass. Pushing the bathroom door open, she squinted her eyes against the bright fluorescent lighting and moved over to the mirror. Deanna stared at herself, winced at her reflection, and started the tap. The warm water flowed seconds later, and after splashing her face a few times and resting her hands on the counter to catch her breath, she finally let the tears flow. She couldn’t help it, had kept them in as long as she could, and she was just so fucking tired of it all. It wasn’t just about her father selling her out like he had to save his own ass, it was also about the life she had led. She had stayed by him because of her mother, tried to do right by the asshole for her mom. But then he had just given her away as if she was a piece of property that meant nothing to him. He didn’t love her, and she knew he never had. He had been a sperm donor, not a father, and she wished that her mother was still around so she could explain that she had tried. God, had Deanna tried so hard to keep him in her life and make things right. But nothing would be right with them, certainly not now.
But he had fucked her over, and she wasn’t going to just forget about that. She wasn’t going to let him get away with it, either. She planned on going over there, telling him exactly what a low-life piece of shit he really was, and then calling the cops on his junkie ass. Maybe some good old-fashioned prison time with drug withdrawal would slap his ass into shape. Probably not, but it sure as hell would make Deanna feel better.
She grabbed a few paper towels and wiped off her face, and then stared at herself. Her hair was an auburn mess around her too-pale face, and the dark circles around her eyes made her look as though she were half dead. Had they realized she had left yet? Would they take the time to come find her? It seemed smart that they would just cut ties with her since she clearly hadn’t made her stay easy for them. But then again, when she had seen the look in Demon’s eyes she had realized that he was a man that didn’t give up easily, and because of that she knew he’d come for her.
“There’s only one place she’d go,” Joker said.
Demon already knew where Deanna was going to go. Her father was the only person she was angry at but he was also the only person she had in the world. He couldn’t believe no other man had claimed her ass yet. Her fiery temper would put off any man who didn’t have the guts to tame her. Demon was not only going to tame her, he was going to have her begging him.
He smiled, thinking about Deanna on her knees before him, begging to take his cock. Demon would own every inch of her skin. He’d have her on her knees, back, against the wall, on the back of his bike, whatever way he could have her, he’d do it.
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sp; The very thought of claiming her mouth, cunt, and ass had him hard as rock.
“We’re going back to her father’s.”
“Why can’t you leave the bitch?” Steel said, looking even angrier. “She clearly doesn’t want to be here. What’s the point in forcing her to stay?”
Demon smiled. “You don’t come with me to go and get her, I’ll make sure the only cock Pinkie will be sucking is six feet under.” He’d not gotten to be president by making idle threats. Pinkie meant nothing to him. The only job she did at the club was making all the men happy. Everyone had been inside Pinkie apart from him. He’d not wanted her. She didn’t appeal to him in any way.
Deanna, on the other hand, appealed to him a hell of a lot. If she thought for one moment that her being difficult was a problem to him, she was mistaken. He loved a challenge, relished it even. Her fighting him only cemented in his own mind that she was going to be all his.
“We ride,” Joker said, heading out.
Demon picked five more men to go with them. He wouldn’t usually take so many but since they no longer supplied her father, he didn’t want to risk it. Knowing the bastard the way they did, he probably already had another supplier set up and waiting for him.
He walked out of the clubhouse, scenting the warm air. When he got her back he was going to put her in her place. He’d put her back over his knee if he needed.
The thought of her squirming over his lap turned him on. He straddled his bike and started the motor. The vibrations of the bike turned him on even more. He’d take her on this bike as well. Her sweet little pussy was going to be spilling with his cum by the time he was through with her.
“Soldiers of Wrath, let’s ride.”
He led the men out of the compound. The blood pounded in his veins, anticipation and excitement clawing away at him.
Deanna was exhausted but her determination wasn’t going to end. She had enough money left over to rent a room for the night, which she did. After she took a long shower and dried herself on the very short towel supplied by the motel, she changed back into her clothes. They stunk but she wasn’t going to pay out more money for new ones.
She ran fingers through her red hair to get the worst of the knots out. Letting out a breath, she thought about her apartment. If Demon and the others searched for her then all it would take was for her father to spill where she actually lived. She’d need to pack her crap up and get out of town after she’d confronted her father. There was no way she was going to let that asshole go without her getting the chance to speak her mind for once. All of her life she’d held her tongue in respect of her mother’s wishes. After what had happened to her, her father could go and fuck himself. She hated him, despised him even. He was no father to her. The very thought about him in a remotely nice way pissed her off. He’d sold her to pay off a debt for drugs. Bastard! Demon was just as big a bastard as well. What kind of man took a woman as payment? An unwilling woman at that?
The thought of his hand on her ass annoyed her. No, it didn’t annoy her. It turned her on and she’d loved it.
Don’t do it, Deanna. It’s dangerous. Just forget about it. You’re never going to be the kind of woman he’ll need.
She glanced toward the small cabinet beside the bed. There was a clock with an alarm beside it and she set it to go off in the next four hours. If she slept through the night, there was a risk Demon would find her. She didn’t know how long she had before he caught up with her, but she needed to rest before she moved on. She didn’t doubt he could find someone if he really wanted to.
Those four hours passed so damn fast, she didn’t even feel like she’d been in bed long enough for it to count before the alarm was blaring back at her. She made her way toward the bathroom, washed her face and refreshed herself.
Within minutes she was outside at the reception.
“I don’t suppose I can organize a cab?”
The man behind the counter pushed the phone toward her. She glanced at the advertisement on the wall for a car company. Tapping her fingers on the counter, she waited twenty minutes for the vehicle to arrive. She thanked the man and left.
Once in the back of the car she watched the scenery go by. She’d already told the driver the address she wanted to go to. Deanna wasn’t going to leave until she got what she wanted.
What did she want?
“You okay there, sweetheart?” the driver asked.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re looking a little troubled. You’re not running from anything, are you?”
She gritted her teeth. The last thing she needed or wanted was a conversation about her troubles with a stranger. “Nothing. I’m good. I’ve just had a really bad night.”
“Okay.”
He didn’t pry any more. She rubbed her sweaty palms down her jean-covered thighs. The journey didn’t last long and she paid the cab driver, waving him off. She turned around and faced the house she’d come to hate. Her father was an asshole and her mother shouldn’t have asked her to take care of him. She loved her mother, always would, but loving this man was her biggest mistake. Tonight would be her last night of taking care of him.
She walked up to the door and raised her hand. Deanna heard the pleasured moans coming from inside, which set off her anger. He’d sold her off to a biker group and he was here having fucking fun. She didn’t think so.
Opening the door, she charged into the house. What she saw would be forever burned on her retinas but she didn’t turn away. She reached out, grabbing the woman’s hair and yanking her off her dad.
“Bitch, get the fuck off me.”
She threw the woman away from her.
“I’ve got to talk to my fucking father.” Deanna made sure she could see the woman in case she tried to attack.
“Deanna, what are you doing here?”
“You’re surprised to see me.”
“Demon and the boys wouldn’t have let you go.” Her father stood up from the sofa, tucking his cock back into his pants. She was sick to her stomach of this man. He was a vile person.
“They didn’t let me go. I got out, but not because of you.”
“You’ve got to go back. You’ve got to.”
“What’s going on?” the woman asked.
Deanna wasn’t interested in her. “Get the fuck out of here before I make sure you can’t suck cock with my fist in your fucking face.” She turned back to her father. “No, I don’t have to do shit. You used me to pay off your fucking debt.”
She couldn’t stop herself. Deanna threw herself at him, attacking her father. “You piece of shit.”
He must have been high, as she got a couple of hits in before he grabbed hold of her, stopping her from hurting him.
“You need to do this for me, Deanna. They’ll kill me.”
“Fuck you. You’re the one who can’t keep fucking clean. I’ve never touched drugs. I’ve not even gone out to party. After everything that happened with Mom, I’ve not had a life. I’ve been too busy trying to take care of your pathetic ass.” She was full-out shouting now. “You didn’t deserve her.”
She pulled away from him. Deanna saw the other woman was standing, opening and closing her fists. She didn’t care. There was no way she was going until she’d said everything that needed to be said.
“You’re going back to Demon.” Her father snatched his phone from the table.
Deanna grabbed the device out of his hand, launching it across the room. The cell phone shattered on the floor. She had no doubt Demon was already on his way looking for her, assuming she might be here.
“What the fuck have you done?” he asked, turning back to glare at her.
“I’m not helping you. You can find someone else to use but I’m not going to be payment for your actions. You’re a piece of shit and we’re done.”
She moved away from him, heading toward the door. This was the last chapter of this life.
“No, I don’t fucking think so.”
Her father grabbed her
by her hair, pulling her back. Deanna screamed. Before she could stop him, he threw her on the floor. “I didn’t put up with years of shit to go down. You’re a fucking cunt and you’re going to do this for me.”
“Fuck you.”
Deanna didn’t know what happened, but in the next second his hands were wrapped around her neck, squeezing tight. She started to claw at his hands. She didn’t want to die but the crazed look in his eye let her know she was going to.
Demon pulled his Harley into the parking lot of the rundown piece of shit hovel that the junkie lived in. His boys were right behind him, and once they all shut off their engines the sound of breaking glass coming from in the house had him getting off his bike and moving toward the front door. He knew Deanna was in there, could feel it in his gut, and he always went with his instincts. His crew was close behind, their anger tangible, fierce, and so potent that it matched his. He didn’t knock, didn’t wait to see if someone would come to the door. Demon booted the fucking thing with his foot, cracked the door right off the hinges, and stormed inside. The place reeked of stale smoke, spilled booze, sweat, and raunchy fucking sex. He scanned the inside, didn’t see anything at first, and then heard a distinct sound of someone being choked.
Hell no.
This possessive side reared up inside of him, calling out the beasts that he reserved for killing men that crossed him or his club, or protecting what was his. Deanna might have been given to him as trade for payment owed, but she was his now, and he protected what he owned.
He rounded the corner, saw the junkie have his woman, yes, his fucking woman, in a chokehold, and he charged forward. The motherfucker glanced up, stared wide-eyed as Demon came forward, and let go of Deanna.
“I’m sorry, Demon. She came to me. I was about to call you to come pick her ass up—”
Demon didn’t let the fucker finish. He grabbed him by the neck, hauled the prick up and off the ground, and slammed his willowy, sickly body to the wall. “You thought you could hurt what is mine?” Demon roared out, and tightened his hold on the junkie’s neck. “You think you could put your fucking hands on her?” He was growing more enraged, more insane by the second.