Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2)

by Harley McRide

  “Yeah. Shoulda done it the first time, then maybe she wouldn’t have ran. I didn’t think she was the kind of girl who could take what I have to give. Now, I’m thinking I can’t wait to see what else she can handle.” He slid her under the covers and climbed in beside her, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. Tonka grinned in agreement and snuggled up to her other side, feeling things he hadn’t ever felt before. In such a short time, this little hellcat had done a number on them both. Her fighting spirit and strength was a promise to keep them on their game and fighting for dominance.

  Chapter Seven

  The guys had kept Abi up most of the night, working her body into exhaustion each time. It was late in the morning when she’d woke to start the day and reached beside her. Her hands swam through the covers, feeling for them but the mattress was cold. She groaned and opened her eyes, looking around expecting to see them watching her but they weren’t. The bathroom door was ajar and the light off. As she looked around, that sinking feeling settled in her stomach. Had last night been some sort of sick revenge for before? She didn’t expect breakfast in bed and a trip to the chapel, but even those two dick holes were capable of showing a little bit of emotion. It took her all of ten minutes to shove it down where it belonged and head off to the gym. She had a lot of training to do before the upcoming fight and didn’t want to waste any more time. This was her life, and despite her allowing Tonka and Yo Neg to have control last night, she was the only one who was in charge, or she could see herself getting lost between the two men.

  Yo Neg and Tonto had been called before Abi had woke. There had been some shit go down last night in the wee morning hours and Sledge and Digs had taken out four of the Diablos members. One of their informants had called with information on a huge drug deal happening in the south side of town next to the Fight Club. They’d uncovered their newest drug house when they followed the remaining survivor. With the hit now on their heads, the Savages needed to prepare for retaliation. The unrelenting bastards were coming.

  “I’ve added extra security at all of the businesses. Now, when they come, we make a statement,” Sandman growled. He took it personal when a threat was made to his brotherhood, as they all did. Heads would roll.

  *****

  The next two weeks flew by. The guys were pre-occupied with plans against the Diablos, which actually worked to Abi’s benefit. She spent day and night at the gym, hitting the mats and working on her techniques.

  Yo Neg and Tonka had been off with Sledge day and night, gracing her with only a snide nod or bullshit comment in passing. The one moment she’d been alone with Tonka had been him barking orders at her. The guys had entered the room before she was able to respond, leaving her insides twisted and blazing with anger. Damn them for using her. No, using her for a piece of ass would have been fine. The way they worked at breaking her and staking a claim on her was what drove her insane. Yo Neg’s pride had taken a hit the first time she’d been with him, and he’d done a hell of a job getting revenge for it. Never again. The only problem was getting her body to agree. Night after night, she fought dreams of them taking her repeatedly, waking soaked in sweat and so damn horny she wanted to scream.

  With her nosey, overbearing brother hovering over it was impossible to confront either of them and it burned her ass that much more. It was almost like they were hiding from her under her brother’s skirt tales. Little bitches. There hadn’t been a single night they’d been in their rooms, which pissed her off more. Night after night she woke in a dead sweat, her body craving their touch. It was different each time but the same in the sense moments before they’d brought her to a mind blowing orgasm, she’d wake up, trembling and needy. Her lip was ground hamburger from biting it to avoid screaming out in frustration. If she didn’t get relief soon, she was going downtown to the adult novelty shop and purchasing a vibrator—or two.

  She hadn’t ever allowed a man, let alone two, break down her barriers enough for it to matter before. This was a one—time mistake she’d never let happen again. Everything she feared was happening, she let them in, she let them control her, and now a part of her was missing. The two assholes were held it. Instead of beating her aggressions out on them like she wanted, she fueled it in to her training. Tonight, hopefully it’d pay off.

  *****

  Yo Neg and Tonka walked in to Tonto’s office, their faces drawn. “You called?” Yo Neg asked.

  “Yeah. I’ve called the others and got them up to speed. We didn’t have time for a Rumble for this but I wanted to talk to you two separately. We’ve gotten word that Sledge is their next target.”

  "Why they after him?" Tonka asked.

  "When they took the small group down a couple weeks ago, well one of the little slimy bastards got away but not before seeing Sledge do a number on he brother, actual brother by blood." Tonto glanced down at his hands, hating he was going to have to go against his word.

  “Which means Abi is in the line of fire,” Tonka continued for him.

  “Yep. I want you two guarding her. I told her I’d make sure she had privacy where she went and what she did, but it can’t be helped. Her safety comes first, even if it will piss her the fuck off.” Yo Neg and Tonka looked at each other, their questioning looks turning to Tonto. It wasn’t like him to be cryptic. He was as straight laced as they came, which sometimes wasn’t a good thing…especially where Rose was concerned. Maybe he was learning to think before he spoke. Damn she was one hell of a woman if this was her handy work.

  “Where is she?” Yo Neg retorted, his shoulders squaring. If she was with another man, her privacy would be the least of her worries or the poor fucker with her. One more body to bury wasn’t a problem.

  “She’s at the Fight Club.”

  Tonka and Yo Neg stared in disbelief. Finally, Tonka growled, “You let her waitress at the fights? Why the fuck would you put her there? It’s a fuckin’ meat market. She’s better than that, man!” Tonto held up his hands, pausing the rest of his disapproval.

  “No. She’s on the fight card. Now, you can see why this staying between us is imperative,” Tonto stated.

  “She’s fucking fighting! What the fuck?” Yo Neg ran his hand through his hair, pacing.

  “Her idea?” Tonka asked, already knowing the answer. Tonto may be a tough son-of-a-bitch, but he’d never put a woman in danger. Which only meant…

  “She’s a fighter?” Yo Neg couldn’t believe it.

  “Yep. A damn good one too. It came up when I dug in her background. Sledge doesn’t know, and doesn’t need to until she wants to tell him. It’s her life. I presume you both will respect that?”

  It wasn’t an option. They knew there was no telling her what to do. Not outside of the bedroom anyway, and they’d been lucky she’d finally given in to what she desired.

  “Damn. Well, that answers a lot," Yo Neg said, shaking his head, looking at Tonka and watched as he too started putting the pieces together.

  "Well, fuck us. The damn bruises and lumps. The staying away from Sledge like he had the damn plague," Tonka stopped his rant when Tonto smirked. Tonka knew Yo Neg noticed the smirk too when he spoke.

  "You've known all along about us, haven't you? Don't answer that," Yo Neg just stared at Tonto until the smirk turned into a full grin.

  "Okay, boss, we’ll call if we need back up. Where’s Sledge?” Tonka had a pretty good idea, but hoped Sledge’s dick wasn’t calling the shots right now. Not with the Diablos knocking on their back door.

  “The last I heard from him he was at that bitch’s house. That boy needs to either pull her in or cut ties and satisfy his cock with one of our girls. She may be innocent in all this, but she’s going to be his downfall.”

  “Fuck. Yeah, from the way he’s been acting she must have some magical golden pussy. Someone going to check on him?” Tonka flipped open his phone to see if Sledge had returned any of his calls. Still nothing.

  “Yeah. Colt and Road are out looking. Go get Abi. We’ll meet back up here a
fter if the Diablos haven’t made a move yet and go find the motherfuckers.”

  “You got it.” Tonka and Yo Neg walked out, hurrying to their bikes. If Abi was in danger, hell was going to rain down.

  *****

  Abi waited for her fight in the locker room, going through her moves. All of her frustrations and thoughts were turned off, her full focus on each breath and jab. This was it. She would finally make it to the top of her league and defeat the champion to move on to the pros. As the announcer’s voice mumbled in the background, she taped her hands before putting on her gloves. This was the moment in every fight when everything disappeared—leaving her, her opponent, and the victory. Her last fight had pushed her to up her boxing training and she was confident it would end in the TKO she hungered for. The announcer called her name and her entrance song, “The Game” by Triple H raged through the air. The electricity from the crowd and the lyrics seeped in through her pores, and she jumped with adrenaline. “Showtime.” She glanced down the walk to the ring, the lights blinding.

  The roar bounced down the locker room, pumping her adrenaline. Just as she stepped from the doorway to make her way to the ring, something slammed her to the ground. Her instincts kicked in and she exploded, knocking first the knife out of the assailant's hand then landing a kidney shot and another to the side of his head before he had time to think. The man scrambled to mount her and she grinned. “You’re dead, motherfucker.” Abi reversed it, slamming him to the concrete floor. Her fists pelted the man’s face and body, dominating him like a little bitch. He choked on his own blood, frantically flailing in an obvious lack of technique. It was too easy it was insulting. The pussy fuck managed to block a shot long enough to reach for a gun in his pants and she slid off to the side, locking him in a guillotine. It wasn’t long before the man choked out, falling limp beside her. She jumped to her feet and stomped down on his neck, snapping it.

  Yells and commotion pulled her out of herself and back to reality. There, standing around her, was Tonka and Yo Neg. “What the fuck!” Tonka yelled.

  “You okay?” Yo Neg picked her away from the dead body, holding her against him.

  “What? Yeah, I’m fine. What are you two doing here?” Irritation laced her words. They weren’t supposed to find out about her fighting. Tonto was in for a load of shit when she got back to the clubhouse. Fending off her attacker had only taken a couple of minutes. Her entrance music still beat through the arena, calling her. Abi was going to be late to the ring, and didn’t have time to deal with them now.

  “We came to save you. The Diablos are after Sledge. We figured out they’d be trying to use you as a hostage to lure us in. Tonto didn't want to have to tell us but he did for your safety.” Yo Neg’s arrogance grated on her nerves. There was no way in hell they were going to try to go alpha male on her.

  “As you can see, I don’t need saving. Now, I have a fight to go to.” She pushed past them, rolling her eyes when they followed. Tonka grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back.

  “What the fuck? You were just attacked. You can’t fight!” he yelled over the crowd.

  “Yeah, and I killed the son-of-a-bitch. Now let go before you join him.” She jerked away, bolting to the officials to check in before entering the octagon.

  “Dude, where the fuck is she going? She isn’t going to fight, is she?” Yo Neg’s voice rose in shock.

  “It looks like that’s exactly what she’s doing.”

  “Fuck, she’s one tough bitch.”

  “Call my sister a bitch again and it’ll be you laying in a puddle of your own blood,” Sledge’s ice cold voice came up from behind them. They turned and looked, shaking their head. The last thing Abi needed right now was her brother pulling his shit. It was bad enough they’d both tried to tell her what to do. If Sledge got in on it, there was a good chance their little hellcat would snap a few more necks tonight. “Who authorized this?” he growled.

  “Beats the fuck out of me. I assume Tonto since he’s the one who knew where to find her,” Tonka spat out.

  “She’s going to get herself killed in there! Why the fuck didn’t you stop her?” He started toward the ring the other two following. Right before Sledge hit the area around the octagon, they stopped him.

  “We just called in clean up for a body in the locker room for the Diablo that attacked her. He had a gun and a knife. She snapped his neck.” Tonka couldn’t help but be proud of her. She was tougher than a lot of men he knew.

  “What? How?” Sledge asked, just as the fight bell rang. The three men went silent and watched as Abi charged her opponent ferociously, a cloud of rage surrounding her. Her punches and kicks were lethal. In under twenty seconds of the first round, the fighter fell to the mat, her body stiff as a board in a TKO.

  “Like that,” Yo Neg answered, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Damn! Did you see her? How the fuck did she learn to fight like that?” Tonka beamed.

  “College. Son-of-a-bitch, I don’t know why I didn’t see it before now.” Sledge shook his head, trying hard to be pissed at her but his pride in seeing her in action outweighed it. When she stepped from the ring and saw him, her face went white.

  “You called my fucking brother!” she screamed. “You had no fucking right!” Abi tore down the hallway to her dressing room with them hot on her heels, but it was no use. The crowd made it impossible to get through before she’d already left. The three guys took off in hopes she wasn’t so upset she didn’t do something stupid.

  *****

  Tonka, Yo Neg, and Sledge creeped up to the Diablos drug house, stopping only long enough to toss the dead Mexican out onto the driveway before speeding off. “Go!” Yo Neg exclaimed.

  “Motherfuckers! That’s what happens when you fuck with our women!” Tonka growled. It didn’t matter that Abi had crushed the asshole, the fact still remained that the Diablos were playing dirty and would get to whoever they could. It would be the demise of the filthy cucarachas soon.

  They were a block away before shouting could be heard, it was followed by gunshots, and the sound of motors starting up. Sledge floored it, speeding down alleyways and turning in a maze of streets to put distance between them and the Diablos. There was no way they’d ever catch up, but it should have sent the message they’d hoped for. Poor bastards chose the wrong bitch to fuck with.

  “I can’t believe that was my baby sister out there tonight.” Sledge grinned. Yeah, he wasn’t pleased she’d dropped out of school and lied about it, but watching her tonight had opened his eyes some. When Tonto wouldn’t talk, he’d gone and found her file himself in Tonto’s office. Shocked was an understatement. There was a lot he didn’t know about the woman who had come home, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, she wasn’t a kid anymore. Whether she liked it or not though, she was and always would be his baby sister. Eventually she’d need to finish her degree to have something to fall back on when her fighting career was over. Fighters only got a short window of time to live in the glory before their body fell apart and their age knocked them out of competition. Plus, she was gorgeous. If she kept it up too much longer, her good looks would be ruined with scars and cauliflower ear. He didn’t want that for her at all. One way or another she’d have to listen whether she liked it or not.

  *****

  “Tonto! We need to talk. NOW!” Abi burst through his office door, her temper flaring. If he had believed in things supernatural, he’d have sworn her hair floated out into the air around her. He excused himself from the conversation he’d been having on his cell and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.

  “You better have a damn good excuse why you are barging into my office making demands, little lady.” He was half impressed at her ballsy action. The only other women who’d ever dared to jump his shit was Raven and Chevy, and even Chevy didn’t buck him too hard.

  “Save it, asshole. That shit doesn’t work on me. You fuckin’ lied to me,” she growled through clenched teeth. Tonto’s eyes w
idened slightly in amusement. He knew why she was choking on her panties and had half expected her to confront him.

  “No, I didn’t. Your safety falls above everything else. We got word the Diablos were after Sledge and knew you were the easiest and most obvious target. I sent Yo Neg and Tonka to protect you.”

  Abi wanted to knock the matter-of-fact smirk off his damn face. “And Sledge?” she roared.

  “Sledge followed them. We didn’t know how many would show. Believe it or not, Abi, this is bigger than you. You bitch about being grown up and wanting to be seen and treated as an adult, but here you are throwing a temper tantrum. The club did what was needed to prevent injury.”

  “Bullshit. I had the asshole taken care of before they even got there! I coulda taken on two more and still made it to the ring to fight with time to spare. And, you could have sent someone else. Now, try again.”

  Tonto thought about it for a few minutes, impressed she’d caught him at a loss for words. Not many people had ever caught him off guard. “I guess we underestimated your skills. But like I said before, you were still hiding it. If you are the grown woman you claim to be, you wouldn’t be trying to hide shit. It’s your life, no one elses.” His condescending tone heated her cheeks. He was right…still an asshole, but right.

  “And my choice to tell who I want, when I want, if I want.” She spun on her heel and stormed out, grabbing a bottle of whisky out of Yo Neg’s hand on the way to her room.

  When Tonto’s door slammed shut, he snickered. Yeah, she was more of a Savage than even she knew.

  Yo Neg happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when Abi hurdled through the room. It wasn’t genius to figure out what was exchanged behind Tonto’s closed door. Unfortunately for him, he was right in the path of mass destruction.

  “You! How dare you. Where the fuck do you get off? This is my life, not yours. You have no control whatsoever. The small chance you had at being included at all you blew. Stay the fuck away from me.” Abi knew the few people were around and heard every word. It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to know what she’d implied, but like Tonto said—it was her fucking life. From now on, she fucked who she wanted, did what she wanted, and answered to no one…especially her brother.