The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard

by Jenika Snow

  “Dad’s pretty distraught. He needs some help back at home. Amy’s trying to deal with the death of her mother.” Joker stopped talking. His voice had become thick with emotion.

  “The club’s here for you when you need us.”

  “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” Joker clinked his glass with Demon’s. They both took another sip, each man lost in their own little worlds. “So what is going on with you and Deanna?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Come on, Demon. You and I both know if a bitch ran from you, you’d leave her alone. She’s shown more than once that she doesn’t want to be here. Why did you go and get her?”

  Demon didn’t answer right away. He poured another generous shot of alcohol into his glass. The truth was, he didn’t know what the fuck was happening. What started out as a simple transaction had changed dramatically in the course of a day. Deanna wasn’t going to take anything lightly. She didn’t want this life, yet he wanted her. Demon didn’t even know if he was going to be able to let her go. She’d entered his life and now there was no saying when or if he was going to be able to move on.

  Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear his head. All he saw was his semen trickling out of her ass. Fuck, the image along was enough to thicken his cock. He wanted her again, badly.

  “I can’t let her go.”

  “I hate to say this to you, Demon, but you may not have a choice.”

  He rubbed at his temple, staring at the dark amber liquid in his glass. There was no way he could handle this right now.

  “You can talk to me,” Joker said.

  Glancing over at his friend, Demon stared around the club. This was his life, where he intended to spend however long he had left on this planet. The club wasn’t just a fad to him. It was his life.

  “She’s different.” She was, too. He didn’t know why he wanted her the way he did. She was a weakness he couldn’t handle in his life right now.

  “Most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” Joker said, snorting.

  Demon slammed his fist against Joker’s side, shutting him up.

  “Okay, so different is good. You can work with different.”

  “Joker, no offense, we just fucking killed her father ’cause she couldn’t stand being in the club.”

  “We took her against her will. She’s got no one. Look at her from her perspective. She goes to see her dad and suddenly ends up being taken by a bunch of bikers. I imagine that shit is hard for anyone to handle, let alone a young woman. She’s what, twenty-one?”

  Demon tensed up. He didn’t have a fucking clue how old she was. Glancing over at Joker, he saw that the other man looked concerned.

  “Do you know how old she is?”

  “Fuck.” He downed the shot of scotch and jumped out of his chair. There was no way in this world he’d just fucked a minor. He wouldn’t do it. No fucking way.

  “I’m going to head out first thing in the morning.”

  “Let me know when you get there.” He headed back upstairs to the woman who had him in knots. Demon opened his bedroom door and paused. Deanna was still fast asleep in his bed. She looked so sweet, so tempting, too fucking innocent. Her leg was curled around the blanket, showcasing her full, voluptuous ass.

  His cock tightened to the point of pain. He ached to be inside her once again.

  Take her.

  Fuck her.

  Is she even legal?

  Yeah, he was a hardened criminal, an asshole and murderer, but sleeping with a woman not legal, a fucking child, was a sick fucking thing. He’d never cross that line. He was so fucked up he didn’t even want to think about it.

  Closing the bedroom door behind him, he stepped toward the bed. Demon stared down at her and knew he couldn’t wait to find out the answer. Reaching out, he grabbed her arms and gently shook her awake. No way had he just fucked a minor. The very thought had him sick to his gut.

  Deanna screamed as she was brought out of her dream with a rough shake. Strong arms gripped her tightly and it took her a few seconds to clear her thoughts.

  “Demon, what’s going on?” She held onto his arms as he dragged her off the bed.

  “How old are you?” He snarled the words close to her face.

  She started to recoil. The sheer anger inside him scared her.

  “W-what?”

  “You heard.”

  “I-I’m t-t-t-twenty-o-one.” She’d never stammered before in her life. Faced with Demon’s anger, she couldn’t control her voice.

  “You better not be fucking lying to me.”

  “I-I’m not.” She held her hands up in front of her, which was hard to do because of the way Demon held her immobile.

  “Fuck, compared to my thirty-eight years you’re a damn baby.” He started pacing.

  Seconds passed but they felt like minutes as he kept staring at her. She became aware how naked she was while he wore a pair of sweat pants. This was not the man she’d woken beside hours earlier. The kind man who fucked her into oblivion was long gone. In his place stood a man who ran a biker club with an iron fist.

  “You’re scaring me.”

  Slowly, he released her. She stepped away from him, needing to be as far away as possible. He terrified her, which she hated more than anything. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she chanced a glance at him.

  “Do you really think I would have slept with you if I was younger?” she asked.

  “You’d be surprised how much underage pussy we have to kick out of the club.”

  She flinched as if she’d been struck. He had to go and remind her exactly what the club was about. Biting her lip, she stared at him, wishing she knew what was going on inside that head of his.

  “You don’t make any sense to me.”

  “What? You think because I fucked your ass it makes us … what? Fuck buddies, best friends, lovers?”

  “Why are you acting like a dick?” She reached out to grab the blanket. Deanna would gladly take anything to cover her nakedness. She didn’t like this other side to him. He was being mean and an ass on purpose. What had she done to deserve this?

  “No, I want to look at the goods.” He stepped forward, tearing the blanket from her grip.

  She stood there nude, waiting for him to make his next move. “What? You thought you fucked a minor? Did you start panicking or did it turn you on?” Why was she egging him on?

  Folding her arms across her breasts, she tried to find as much dignity as she could as he faced her.

  “You don’t get to talk to me like that. You’re club property. You belong to the Soldiers of fucking Wrath. You do as you’re told, when you’re fucking told.” He advanced toward her. She held her hands up as if to ward him off.

  He took hold of her wrists, pressing her against the wall. She hit the wall with a bang. Releasing a gasp, Deanna stared up at him. For some strange reason she wasn’t afraid anymore. No, she was turned on and she hated it.

  Demon glared down at her. “There’s nowhere for you to go.”

  “You killed my father. I don’t owe you shit.”

  He burst out laughing, glaring down at her. “You’re wrong, Deanna. He’s your father and you’re pissed at him. It makes you the number one suspect.”

  “Why are you doing this? What happened to you?” She wanted to ask him some other questions but she was afraid that he would laugh at her. This was not a side to Demon she ever wanted to see.

  “Do you really think that just because I put my dick inside you that you’re different?” He chuckled. “Baby, you’ve got to do a hell of a lot more than spread your legs and let me take your ass. There are a hell of a lot more women out there like you, willing to fuck.”

  She started to struggle against him. In all of her life she’d never been spoken to like that. No man had ever left her feeling so small. Against her own wishes, tears filled her eyes. She tried to force them down. He didn’t deserve to see her cry.

  Get yourself together, Deanna.

  “Get the fuck away fro
m me.”

  “So, the little wildcat has claws.”

  She growled at him, wishing he’d just leave her alone.

  “I look forward to you using those claws on me.” He released her, backing out of the room. “Until next time.”

  “There will never be a next time.”

  “We’ll see.”

  He closed the door behind him and she heard the lock click. Glancing around the room, she ran her fingers through her hair several times. Did that really happen? Her tears spilled down her cheeks as she became aware of the ache throughout her body. It had happened and so had Demon’s rejection. She hated him, despised him. Grabbing the blanket, she couldn’t even bring herself to get back on the bed. Sinking to the floor, she wrapped her arms around her body, trying to hold onto her sanity.

  Everything will be okay.

  She didn’t know how it was going to be okay. Deanna was alone in an MC with no one to know she was still alive.

  I’m alone.

  Curling around herself, she started to sob. Her mother was dead and gone, as was her father.

  “I’m sorry, Mom,” she said, hoping that her mother could hear her. “I tried. I tried to get him to clean up his act. You must hate me so much.” She wiped a hand down her face, trying to clean away her tears. What had she done to deserve this?

  Demon blew hot and cold. Could she last in this club, watching him with other women?

  She was just one of many different pussies he had on offer. The very thought of seeing him with someone else left her sick. She shouldn’t want him, especially after what he had just done, how he had just acted toward her.

  Pulling the blanket over her head, she tried to hide from the world and everything she’d been through. Her mother wouldn’t answer, nor would her father.

  Alone, so alone. She didn’t even have Demon anymore and that thought alone was enough to send her life into a spin.

  Joker stared up at the house he’d not been back to in over five years. The last time he’d been here was at a party his folks had. Pulling the shades from his eyes, he looked up at the large house set back from the road. He climbed off his bike, pocketing his sunglasses.

  Pulling out his cell, he dialed Demon’s number.

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m here.”

  “Keep in touch, brother.”

  Hanging up, Joker didn’t know if he wanted to step closer to that house or run. There were so many memories coming to the fore. Memories he’d locked up years ago. Amy… this house reminded him so much of her. She was the one woman who’d torn at his defenses, making him vulnerable for the first time in his life.

  The door opened and there stood his father. David Michaels was over six feet, a giant of a man covered in a shit load of muscle. Standing still, Joker looked at his father, who had just lost his wife.

  Joker closed the distance, wrapping his arms around him. “Hey, Dad.”

  “Hey, son.”

  “I came as soon as I could.”

  “I called you last night. I should have called you sooner but it has been a little crazy in here.” David led the way inside the house.

  The moment the door closed, Joker felt the loss of Brenda’s presence. He couldn’t even count the number of times he’d walked inside to the scent of baking. The moment the door closed, he heard her.

  Amy. She was sobbing her heart out.

  “I’ve not been able to get her to eat or shower. It’s like she’s lost. All she does is cry and sleep. Son, I’m out of my depth. When she had the nightmares in the past, you were there to handle them. I don’t know what to do.”

  For his father to admit that, it took a lot of guts. David was not a man to admit defeat. Staring into his father’s blue eyes, Joker nodded. “I’ve not spoken to her in years.”

  “She always listened to you. Please, you’ve got to try.”

  David didn’t know the truth of what happened five years ago to send him running. No, that was between him and Amy. No one knew the truth, not even Demon.

  “Where is she?”

  “In her room.”

  Removing his leather cut, he walked toward the steps.

  “Reese?”

  He turned back to look at his father.

  “It’s good to have you back.”

  Nodding, Joker made his way upstairs. Amy’s room was across from his old one. He stopped when he saw the door was open. Leaning against the doorframe, he stared at the woman who’d done nothing but plague his thoughts. She was a tormented soul at the best of times. Some bad shit had happened to her when she was younger that had changed her life completely.

  That same tortured soul was collapsed on the bed, stricken by grief.

  Clearing his throat, he entered the room, and quietly closed the door.

  The sobbing stopped and when she turned around, green eyes were focused on him.

  “Reese,” she said. Her voice was croaky from the hours she spent crying.

  “Hello, Amy.”

  Her head lay on the pillow. She held onto a teddy bear as she looked at him.

  “Mom’s dead.”

  “I know, baby.” He took a step closer to her. She didn’t fight him like last time. He moved behind her, lying down next to her.

  She didn’t fight him but she did tense by his side. “I’m not going to hurt you, Amy. I’d never hurt you.”

  Wrapping his arms around her, Joker closed his eyes as she turned toward him, burying her head against his chest.

  “She’s gone, Joker. She’s gone and she’s never coming back.”

  He held her tighter, afraid of letting her go. He didn’t want to let her go but remain on the bed, holding her. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

  Running his hand down her back, he soothed her, promising her that he’d stay. He didn’t know how long he’d be with her. Joker would stay for the funeral—afterward, he didn’t know. Slowly, the tears began to dry up and Amy fell asleep. Joker didn’t know how much time had passed until his father poked his head in.

  “Do you want anything to eat?” David asked.

  “Not yet. I don’t want to disturb her.”

  She snuggled a little closer to him.

  Joker didn’t like how frail she felt in his arms. He remembered her being full, rounded in all the right places. What had happened to his little hummingbird?

  Amy wasn’t asleep, but instead lay there, letting Reese hold her close to his body, protected from the world around them. It had been years since she had seen him, so long that right now felt like a dream almost. Her mother was gone, killed by a drunk driver, and she was alone in this world. She might have David, a second father to her after hers had ditched her and her mom when Amy was little, but she knew that David had to deal with his grief himself.

  She wasn’t a child, and was old enough to have to deal with this sooner or later on her own. But staying in her old room, holding the bear her mother had given her when she was younger, seemed like a pretty good idea to try and deal with all of this.

  “I’m so sorry, Amy,” Reese said softly, right beside her ear, and continued to smooth his hand up and down her back. “I’m so sorry about everything.”

  She knew he wasn’t just speaking about her losing her mom, but of the shit that had happened five years ago. At twenty-one she had her own home, a life, a job, and shouldn’t be trying to find comfort in a man that she had run from. All those years ago she had made a fool out of herself after what they had done, and since then she had stayed away. But all of that seemed so silly and ridiculous now. Reese pulled her closer, and she heard him inhale.

  “I know you’re up, baby.” He smoothed his hand over her hair again, speaking softly.

  She pulled back slightly, looking into his face. Reese, or Joker as the motorcycle club he was affiliated with called him, was such a strong man. Even after she had probably made him feel like shit for freaking out all those years ago, he was here comforting her. “How can you even want to see me after…” She couldn’
t even finish her sentence, too humiliated by everything.

  “Amy, I won’t lie and say that I still don’t think about that night five years ago, because I do. It consumes me sometimes.”

  She swallowed and closed her eyes. When she opened them again it was to see Reese staring at her with his deep blue gaze. His dark blond hair was a little on the longer side, and he had a days’ worth of scruff on his face. He was so big, taking after David in his height and muscle mass, but it was the way he looked at her that had her speechless. It was a vulnerable, sorrow-filled look. Here was this hardcore biker comforting her, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. He probably did things that would make her cringe, run screaming because it frightened her, but right then she didn’t care.

  She couldn’t help it. She started crying harder.

  “It’s okay, Amy,” he said softly again.

  She shook her head. “No.” She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the tears falling harder. “I lost my mom. Nothing will ever be okay again.”

  Demon stared at the mirror behind the bar in the clubhouse, feeling drunk as fuck, pissed at himself for the way he felt for Deanna, and at the way he had handled that encounter with her. He had locked her in the room, knowing that it wasn’t the right move after the way he’d treated her, but feeling like he was on a razor’s edge right now. He had grown agitated at the emotions he had for her, at the fact she made him even crazier, and had him feeling this obsession for her that boarded on insanity. He hadn’t gone back in there all night, just laid in the meeting room on the couch. Yeah, he needed to go back there and get her out. But he was still upset with himself that he wanted her like a fiend tweaking for their next hit, like a serial killer needing that rush of blood being spilled.

  The sun was starting to rise, and although he had been in the meeting room, he hadn’t really fallen asleep. He was too wound up, too on edge for this woman that had come into his life, twisted it around, and made him realize that he wanted only her.