CLAIMED BY THE BAD BOY: A Dark Bad Boy Romance (Bloody Saints MC)

by Zoey Parker

  “Yeah, I’ll wait. Are you sure nobody’s going to come in here and mess with me?” I asked, just trying to be sure I was safe.

  “No one else knows where you are and they all know you’re in my custody. No one in their right mind will fuck with you on my watch,” he told me.

  I laughed. “Okay, fine. It’s better than being on the street, I guess.”

  I got the feeling back in the room with the other girls that he didn’t really buy my story about being on the street. Even now, he shot me a curious look when I mentioned it. Sure, when I said it, it sounded like I was trying to tell him I had been homeless for a while, and that wasn’t the truth. But he didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to know that it had been my first night outdoors. I needed as much sympathy as I could get from him. He didn’t seem to buy it.

  “It certainly is. Just hang tight in here for a bit. I’ll be back in an hour or so to get you. These things don’t usually take that long once they get going, okay?” he said, trying to reassure me.

  “Okay,” I agreed.

  He seemed so sure of himself and so confident that I was going to buy his story. He backed away and closed the door before heading back to whatever it was he was supposed to be doing as hired muscle. I assumed that meant he was working security detail for these guys.

  I wondered about him, though. He was obviously a biker. At least, he dressed like one. But he was the only one. No one else I had seen all night dressed like that. They all wore suits, like wealthy businessmen, or they dressed in nondescript black clothing so they wouldn’t stand out. I assumed those guys were employees working for the tall man who sounded Russian.

  I wondered how he fit in with the people who were running the auction. How did his motorcycle gang fit in? He said he’d been hired, but I knew enough to know people involved in operations like this one rarely reached out to people they didn’t already know somehow. It wasn’t like the tall Russian had put an ad out in the paper letting people know there was an auction. He knew everyone who worked for him, and he knew the buyers who were in attendance. That meant he had known Blade before putting him on as security.

  They all knew Blade, though, and they seemed to respect his opinion and his word. Like he had told me, no one in their right mind was going to mess with me while I was under his watch. That told me he was pretty important to these people, or his authority came from above them.

  I fumbled around in the dark office until I found a desk chair. I collapsed into it and waited, keeping an eye on the window in the door. The hallway was dark, but it was lit enough that I could see anyone who walked by.

  I watched, horrified, as more men in suits walked in. That must have been what Blade meant when he said he had to get back up front. He had to help with letting people in. If I had stayed in the room with those other girls, any one of the men I watched walk past the room I was in could have purchased me.

  What really got me was that the girls who had tried to explain the process to me weren’t talking about just being purchased for the night. They weren’t buying dates with us. They were buying us. If Blade hadn’t come along when he did, I would have been going home with someone for good. That would have been the end of my freedom, and possibly…I shuddered as I thought about it, unable to allow myself to see my thoughts through to their conclusion.

  I resolved to wait for Blade to come back and get me once it was all over. Once he got me out, I’d have to find a way to get away from him, too. I figured I’d just go down on him, give him a good blowjob. He seemed like he’d appreciate the gesture of gratitude, and I knew from experience that a little good head went a long way.

  I had done the same thing to buy enough time to get out of my foster home. If it had worked on that abusive asshole, it would certainly work on someone as laid back and friendly as Blade.

  I propped my feet up on the desk and rested my head on the back of the desk chair. This time, sleep wasn’t far off, and I had to fight to stay awake. I drifted off as my mind continued to wander. I didn’t need a blanket to be comfortable in the little office tucked away in whatever this building was.

  Before I knew it, there was a light tap on the glass of the office door. I jumped and opened my eyes, unsure of where I was for a brief moment. Then, I was thankful not to be tied up naked for a bunch of strange men to stare at my body. I remembered I was sitting behind an old wooden desk in a comfortable desk chair, and the person poking his head in the door was the guy who had pulled me away from the room with the other girls.

  “Hey, you still with me?” Blade asked.

  My feet slipped off the desk and I sat upright. “Yeah,” I said, trying to sound alert, like I hadn’t even fallen asleep in there while I waited.

  “Good. Sorry it took so long, but we’re finally finished. You can come on.” He opened the door all the way and stepped to the side.

  I stood up and stretched. “Everyone’s gone home?” I asked.

  “All the girls and the buyers are gone,” he said. “There are a few people here who run the show, but they can’t leave until we do, so come on. Let’s get out of here before I get in trouble for taking you off the auction block like I did.”

  It hadn’t really occurred to me that he was risking anything by trying to get me out of there. I just assumed everything was okay after he’d paid money to take me off the auction block. I figured that was that, but apparently it wasn’t.

  “You’re safe to go, but only if you come with me, and now,” he told me.

  I walked around the desk and trudged to the door, still barefoot, and still without a coat for going outside in the cold.

  He pulled a hand out from behind his back, and held out a pair of shoes, socks already in them. Then, draped over his other shoulder, I saw a dark jacket. I looked up at him in wonder. It was like he’d just read my mind.

  I sat down in the small chair next to the door and slid on the shoes. They fit almost perfectly. Then, I threw the jacket on. It was big, but it was warm.

  He smiled as I stood back up. “It works,” he said, amused. “Let’s go.”

  Chapter 5

  Blade

  “I can’t let you buy me something to eat,” Maggie said when it was her turn to order at the diner just up the road from the warehouse where the auction had been.

  “Look, if what you told me earlier was true, you need something to eat,” I told her. Then, I ordered her a cheeseburger and some fries.

  “Blade, don’t,” she protested. I could see in her face that regardless of how hungry she must have been, she was not happy letting someone else pick up the tab.

  “Look, don’t worry about it. You’ll get a chance to pay me back one day, and it’ll even out, okay? Don’t sweat it,” I told her, even though I had no intention of letting her pay me back. There was no need to even talk about it as far as I was concerned, but I could tell she needed something to help her sense of pride.

  I could also tell she expected something from me in the form of a demand or a favor, something like that, but I didn’t have any orders to bark at her. I wasn’t one of those guys from the warehouse. I wasn’t going to try to get into her pants like that just because I had helped her out of there.

  “I want to know what you were doing there,” I told her, leaning forward. “I want to know what your story is. If you can tell me that, I’ll consider us even.”

  “I already told you,” she said. Luckily, the food showed up just in time to interrupt us, or else I could have pursued her a little further.

  I had asked her in the car where her home was and told her I would have been happy to take her there if she would just tell me, but she refused to say much. I figured a little food would soften her up and get her to start talking.

  That was when I had decided to bring her to the diner where I always stopped for a bite to eat after an auction. It always amused me that they weren’t even a block away from the warehouse, but they had no idea that we had all just met right down the street to sell young girls
into sexual slavery. Most people had no idea that the auctions were even taking place right under their noses. Sure, Vlad chose a vacant spot in a seedy part of town so he wouldn’t be monitored as closely, but it blew my mind every month.

  We thanked our server for our food, and she handed me the bill before walking away. I expected to hear more arguments from Maggie as to why she couldn’t accept my gracious offer of the best cheeseburger in town and perfect fries, but she didn’t say anything else once the food was in front of her.

  I grabbed the ketchup and went to offer it to her before using it for my fries and burger, but she was already halfway through the massive cheeseburger. I watched, stunned, as that little redhead wolfed down her sandwich. She attacked it and took it down like she hadn’t eaten in days.

  I started to think there might have been something to her homeless story. I drizzled ketchup over my fries and put some on my cheeseburger, and I started to eat, slowly, civilly, and not at all like a wild animal. I didn’t want to bother her while she was eating. It looked like a pretty dangerous move. So I sat back with my food and waited.

  When she finished eating, she drank down a whole glass of water and looked at me. “Sorry,” she said. “I was really hungry.”

  “That’s fine. I imagine it’s been a while since you ate?”

  She thought about her answer for a moment before saying anything. Then, “Yeah, it’s been a while.”

  “Care to talk about it?” I asked her.

  “No, I just…that was a good burger. Thank you,” she said, and she started to get up.

  “No. Sit back down,” I told her, throwing on a more commanding tone than I had used with her so far.

  She froze for a brief moment and looked back at me in shock. I nodded back towards where she had been sitting, ordering her to sit back down. She cautiously backed up and sat back in the booth, not taking her eyes off of me.

  “We’re not done here,” I told her.

  “What do you mean? Is there anything else you want from me?” she asked.

  “You still haven’t given me the first thing I asked for,” I reminded her.

  “Look, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

  “Well, you’re sticking with me until you do,” I told her. “After all, I did pay for your release.” I chose my words carefully since we were in public.

  She sighed and slumped back against the booth. She pouted like a kid, and I wondered again how old she was. She definitely seemed underage. I didn’t need to get mixed up in any trouble with an underage girl, but I also didn’t know where to drop her off so I could get rid of her. And, honestly, I got the feeling she wasn’t as young as she looked.

  “Look, if you’ll just tell me where home is, I’ll drop you there,” I told her again, trying to get her to open up to me.

  “I don’t have a home, all right?” she insisted.

  I tilted my head and examined her face. I wanted to be able to trust her, but there was something she wasn’t telling me. Even if they had picked her up off the street, she hadn’t been there for long. She didn’t look homeless. She didn’t look like a street kid. That hard, ratty edge that the street kids got wasn’t there yet. And that defeated look that so many homeless people had wasn’t there either.

  If she were on the street, something must have happened fairly recently to put her there, and I wanted to know what that was. I wanted to know this cute little redhead’s story. I studied her soft features, her emerald green eyes, and her unruly red hair. The jacket I’d given her swallowed her whole in the booth. The jeans and shoes seemed to fit fine, but the shirt was too big, as well. The shirts were selected specifically to be bigger than necessary, to get the intended effect.

  There was no way I was going to deposit someone so young and vulnerable back on the street. I had seen what the streets did to people. Even the hardest, most resilient people could be broken by the harsh realities of that world. It might have been unfair of me, but I didn’t think Maggie had what it took to survive, especially not in the cold.

  I continued eating while we sat in silence. She looked away, sitting with her arms crossed. She was definitely attractive. If I had left her on the auction block, she probably would have pulled in much more than the other girls. They were all young and pretty, but there was something about Maggie that stood out from the rest of them and made them look very plain.

  “Did you enjoy your burger?” I asked after the silence grew painfully awkward between us.

  “Yeah, it was all right,” she said, dismissing me.

  “Just all right? I’d like to know where you’ve eaten better.”

  “Places.” It was clear she wasn’t going to talk.

  I finished my food and took a look drink of water. “Let’s go,” I said, dropping a couple of bills on the table to cover the food and a generous tip for our server.

  “Oh, now we’re leaving?” she asked.

  “Yeah, come on.” I didn’t want to ask her anymore questions in the diner. I felt like we were starting to really attract the attention of the bored employees.

  I grabbed her arm and pulled her with me. My grip wasn’t friendly, but I wasn’t trying to leave any bruises either. I just wanted her to know I meant for her to come with me. I wasn’t playing anymore. I meant business.

  I could have sat there all night admiring her, but it wouldn’t have changed the fact that I didn’t really know anything about Maggie. For all I knew, she could have been working with another organization that had been trying to take the Marauders down. But that would have meant they knew about my arrangement with Vlad.

  The Marauders didn’t even know about the auctions, just that I had some side business that would occasionally bring money in for the MC.

  I had to find out who she really was and what she was up to. I didn’t have any time for lies. Every attractive woman in my life had lied to me, and this one was up there in the top three, if not the most attractive woman I had ever met.

  “Aren’t you worried they’ll call the cops if you’re too rough with me?” she snapped once we were outside again.

  “Do I look like I’m too worried about what other people are thinking right now?” I asked her.

  The cool, crisp air nipped at my cheeks and my nose. It caressed my arms. I could feel her shivering in my grip as I pulled her with me to the car. The night just seemed to continue growing darker. It was well after midnight, entering the darkest hours of night.

  “You’re going to talk to me, and you’re going to tell me everything,” I told her. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”

  “I’ve already told you everything, so whenever you want to let me go, that will be just fine,” she said.

  “Okay, so basically all you’ve told me so far is that you’re homeless and I can drop you off wherever; you’ll find your way,” I paraphrased what she’d told me so far.

  “That’s about it, yeah.” She pulled her arm out of my grip and crossed her arms defiantly, leaning against the side of my car.

  “All right, fine, get in,” I told her.

  “You’re still not letting me go?”

  “Nope. Get in the car.” I unlocked her door and opened it. “I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s going on with you. Tell me where home is or why you’re homeless.”

  “You don’t believe me, do you?” she asked as she ducked into the car.

  “No, I don’t. You don’t have that look. You don’t look like someone who’s been on the street for a long time. You look like someone who has had a safe, comfortable place to rest her head every night for most of her life. You look like someone who might lie about where she lives to stay out of trouble,” I told her.

  “Okay, and you don’t look half as nice as the men who wanted to buy me as a sex slave, so what does that make you?” she shot back at me.

  “Fair enough, but, remember, I’m the one trying to get you out of trouble, Maggie. Just let me help you.”

  “For all I know, you’re just
trying to play this whole good-guy role so I’ll let my guard down around you. Then, you’re just going to turn out to be an asshole like the rest of them.” She turned and sat facing the windshield.

  I closed the door without another word, but her words struck me. She was thinking the same thing I was, that this person in front of her was no better than any of the others she’d dealt with before. She was expecting me to drop the façade and turn into a monster, and I was expecting her to lie to me.

  I walked around and got in. We had hours to go, alone together. I had errands to run in the morning, and I didn’t have anywhere else to be before then. I wasn’t afraid to keep using the fact I’d paid for her to gain time with her.

  I had to accept that she might have been telling the truth about not having anywhere to go. I imagined she would have told me where to take her if she’d had anywhere to go. She should have at least given me a place to drop her off that was close to where she needed to be, but she wasn’t giving me anything.