Benelli's Elle: Unfortunate Souls MC Book One

by Debbie Mitchell

  “Sure,” she tells me and we head to my office and she sits in the chair across the desk from me.

  “What do I need to do, Zen? I’m at a loss here. I’ll do anything you tell me,” I ask her, slouching in my chair, my folded hands in my lap.

  “I have this idea, well, it’s a two-part idea, granted, it’s not professional but, as her friend, I think this will work,” she says and I lean forward eager to find out anything that could bring her back to me. One night having her complete with me just wasn’t enough.

  She tells me she’s going to talk with her and that she wants one of the guys to “mock” grab her and see what happens. We both agree that instinct will kick in and she will successfully defend herself, therefore, giving her confidence. Her other idea is letting her beat the pity, the hurt, the anger out of either me or the punching bag in the gym. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m going to go with the bag. The rest of our discussion is making the final Benelli's arrangements for the surprise birthday party plans. We decided to start the surprise with her closer friends in the club and her mom hiding out in the studio. After we shock the hell out of her, there we will move it to the clubhouse where hopefully she will be surprised again thinking the studio is the whole thing. I gave Zen the cash for all the decorations and anything else she may need for the party, and I head out to meet my girl for some sugar before she meets up with Zen.

  While she’s in with her friend, I have to try to talk someone into attacking Elle when she doesn’t expect it. Yeah, this is going to go over great, not. I don’t want someone too big and too tall, so Justice and Remington are definitely out. Lucky does body building competitions so I’m going to go with no from him. I think he’d do it, but I want someone I think she’ll successfully destroy and prefer someone that’s closer to Calibar’s size, hoping she’s going to feel like if she can conquer “this guy” she can conquer him if needed. I’ve got it! I open my phone and start dialing.

  “Virus, hey man, how’s it going?” I ask.

  “What do you want?” Virus asks me.

  “What do you mean? How do you know I want something?” I question.

  “Out with it, I know you need a favor,” he says. “Okay, okay, I need you to attack Elle,” I say.

  “What in the hell are you talking about?” Virus asks.

  “Not like, for real, I just need her to think she’s being attacked by a stranger and see how she reacts,” I say.

  “Nope, no way, no how, not happening man,” he replies, “that’s what prospects are for.”

  “Fuck, I completely forgot about them. Mac and Tox don’t know they’ve been voted in yet, one last time to fuck with them, great idea brother,” I tell him.

  “Glad I could help,” he chuckles and we hang up.

  I send a group text to Mac and Toxey to meet me in my office. They meet me in there and I tell them the plan and let’s just say they are less than enthused to do this. “You are the prospects, I am the president, you will do what I say if you want to ever be patched in, got it?” I say and they both lower their heads and nod yes to me. I’m on edge whether this will work or drive her further down that dark road, but if Zen thinks it’s going to work, she’s the pro on this feeling shit.

  We get it all set up, she’s going to come looking for me at the office and Lucky will tell her I went down by the pond. When she starts heading that way, Mac and Tox will have masks on and come around the building and one will scare her and the other grab her.

  Elle

  Zen has given me an all-time high, woman power, Xena, warrior princess, confidence boost. I am not my nightmares; I am not the victim; I am strong and fierce. She always has a way to get my head out of it. I head to Benelli’s office to meet him, but he’s not answering his door. Weird, he’s always there.

  “If you’re looking for my brother, he went down by the pond to the gazebo,” Remington tells me.

  “Oh, okay, I’ll just wait for him here,” I tell him, knowing my birthday is coming up and thinking maybe he’s planning something there and I don’t want to blow his surprise.

  “No, you have to go, I mean, he said if we saw you to have you meet him down there,” Lucky tells me really suspiciously. Remington elbows him in the ribs and he doubles over.

  “Uhm, what’s going on, guys? You guys are acting really weird,” I tell them.

  “Don’t mind Lucky,” but when he sees the glare in my eyes knowing I’m not buying it he continues, “Benelli has a surprise for you okay, we weren’t supposed to say anything so act surprised.”

  “Really?” I say giddy.

  “Yeaaaah, a surprise,” Lucky says trying not to chuckle, and he gets a punch in the gut this time by Remi.

  “Okay, I promise to act surprised. Thanks guys,” I tell them and head out the door and around the back of the building all excited. As I make it around the building, a man in a ski mask jumps out at me ready to grab me and I scream. Right before I’m grabbed by a second guy, I take my palm and punch upwards into the first guy’s nose hearing a break and he goes down. The second man that had successfully grabbed me is trying to hold on as I try to wriggle free. I grab one of his hands and bend it backwards and while doing so I spin around still holding the hand and use the weight of my body to flip him over and slam him to the ground; I kick him for good measure and then start to run as both are laying on the ground. Before I can get too far, I’m grabbed by Benelli and start to attack him, but then realize who it is and wrap myself around him.

  The next thing I know the whole club is out there laughing their asses off pointing at the two men on the ground. What the hell is going on? I stare at the men on the ground and then shift to the club, Lucky is literally lying on the ground holding his stomach laughing his ass off. I look up to Benelli in confusion.

  “Tell me we got that on video Virus,” Colt asks. “Oh yeah, we got the whole thing,” Virus replies. The men on the ground are pulling their masks off and it’s MacGyver and Toxey!!!

  “Okay, what the hell is going on?” I cross my arms and ask, getting extremely pissed off.

  “Before you get too mad it was your best friend’s idea,” Benelli tells me pointing at Zen. I look at her now, FUMING!

  “Hear me out, I just thought since you were kicking ass on your self-defense with Benelli that it might benefit you to see that you CAN do it in a real-life situation,” Zen tells me.

  “What the ever-loving fuck Zen!” I exclaim.

  “But look at these guys, you did do it,” she tries to explain.

  “Uhm, guys, broken nose here,” Mac says as he’s holding the ski mask up to Toxey’s nose, trying to catch all the blood.

  “Doc’s on his way, keep your panties on” Justice says still chuckling at the entire show. The men from the club get the guys picked up and walk their limping bodies back inside. Benelli and Zen stay behind with me, my arms still crossed and tapping my foot.

  “Before you yell at us, just stop and think, did we have the prospects sneak up on you when you weren’t expecting it? Yes. Did you kick BOTH their asses when they jumped you? Yes. You did it, without any help from anyone, you, Elle Burrow, saved yourself, just think about that for a minute,” Zen pleads. Okay, I’ll admit, she makes a good point. I did kick their asses.

  “Oh, my God! I broke Toxey’s nose!” I say covering my mouth with my hands, “those poor guys!” I exclaim and then slap Benelli in the chest. “You are so evil!”

  He grabs my hand and puts it to his lips and kisses it, “but it worked, right?” he asks hopefully.

  “Okay, yeah, it worked. I can defend myself if it ever came down to it. Now can we go check on the boys?” I say and start heading to the building ahead of the two of them. I turn my head back towards my man, “Oh, and by the way, I think they earned that patch, mister.”

  “Already taken care of my dear,” he tells me and we head into the club. In the bar area of the club a giant TV is on the opposite wall of the bar and on it is a constant loop of the attack being played over a
nd over and the club can’t get enough.

  Benelli

  I walk up to Justice, his arms crossed and leaning against the wall. I lean up next to him, crossing mine and discretely take the patches from him. It’s time, we’ve already had the vote and if anyone deserves to be patched in for their loyalty to the club, it’s them.

  Doc has finished up bandaging the guys and they’re all sitting at the bar drinking bottles of beer, trying to ignore the harassing jokes from the others and facing the bar so they don’t have to see the footage. I walk to the center of the bar and take my thumb across my neck in a motion to tell them to cut the video and give me attention.

  “Mac, Toxey…” I say, and they turn to look at me. I motion for Colt to have his mom, Tequila Sheila, and Rivet’s old lady Aqua Net to come out of the kitchen carrying the giant cake. Our club’s emblem and patches with MacGyver and Toxey’s name on them. They look at the cake and then at me. “You have been prospects for over a year now and whether it came to grunt work, searching with Colt, or well…getting your ass kicked by my girl,” I look over to Elle then back to them, “you have proven your loyalty to the club and the willingness to do anything we ask of you. For all your service, we’d like to present you with your patches. You, Mac and Toxey are officially Unfortunate Souls.”

  The clubhouse erupts with hoops and hollers, whistles, boots stomping on the floor, bottles and fists hitting the table. Mac and Toxey help each other up off the bar stools and limp towards me to accept the patches and thank me. As soon as they have them in their hands, the club surrounds them to pat them on the back and congratulate them.

  Elle walks towards them shyly to give them both hugs, guilty of the pain she inflicted. “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know. But congratulations,” she says shrugging her shoulders then holding out her arms for a hug.

  “No offense, Xena, but I’m afraid to have you touch me,” Toxey tells her.

  “Same,” Mac says, “but no hard feelings, you didn’t know. You’re really fucking tough.”

  Xena, I think to myself; I like it. That’s exactly what she has become, a warrior princess, my warrior. Now, if I can just 100% convince her of that.

  Later that day, Elle and I stand in the gym. I want her, no NEEDED her to let it all go. Let go of watching her father she had just met get murdered. Let go of the rape. Let go of all the pain and fear. Not only for herself, but for me. I want her so badly. I’ve been patient. I’ve been kind. My mind going over and over everything that has happened since we met. Her running into my arms. But she’s got to get past this. She seriously kicked the asses of Mac and Toxey so she knows she can defend herself. Now is the last step in putting it behind her, she’s got this.

  “Ok, we’re going to do the punching bag today” I tell her. “I’ll hold the bag and you hit it.” Elle starts hitting the bag. “Like this,” as I take her fists in my hand, “or you will end up with a broken thumb.” I adjust her fists and she starts hitting the bag again. “Harder! I know you’ve got more in you than that,” I chuckle. She focuses and hits harder. “Picture them, babe,” I softly say. Something snaps, she gets so much anger and starts beating the bag even harder. “There you go, better. You’ve got this. See, picturing them is working. Just let it go,” I encourage.

  “I’m picturing you, you asshat! I have been letting go, I have been getting better!” and gives the bag her hardest punches yet, even pushing me back a little while I’m holding the bag. I don’t know whether to be insulted and pissed or laugh. She has never just opened up like that yet. It’s pretty sexy.

  “Asshat?” I question her with a smirk and chuckle.

  “Yeah, asshat!” she’s trying to be mean, but I do that look on my face with my head tilted down and I make those eyes at her where I look up and then grin. I know it’s her weakness and I pull that fucker out as often as I need too.

  I know her and she’s thinking, “that fucking cocky ass grin.” She starts laughing, and that gets me to laughing. So far, we can’t seem to stay mad long and I hope it stays that way. When the laugher lulls I take this opportunity,

  “Please, just listen to me, Elle. Hear me out. When I’m mad, sad, pissed, any emotion that has taken me over, I come here. I work it out of me. I put it all into this gym and release it and let it go. I’m telling you to give it a try. Focus on it. Let it build up, and then let it go. It works for me. And I’m a well-adjusted human being, right?” I chuckle.

  “Okay, okay. I’ll try it your way, Mr. Machoman.” She focuses on the bag, she’s letting it build up, it’s not that hard to tell what she’s thinking. She’s thinking about the two men that raped her and about watching her dad get killed. She is thinking about the fact that she finally got to meet her father, who turned out to be a great guy, only to get shot and die in front of her and she’ll never get to know him and never get to have conversations with him. She’s hitting the bag as hard as she can. Punching at first, then beating the complete shit out of the bag. She’s punching and kicking and fierce, and it’s all I can do to hold on to it. But this is it, I think, she’s finally doing it. I can see the change in her. The switch, so to speak.

  “That’s it Xena, the warrior princess! Beat the shit out of it. Be that badass I know you can be. You’re doing great,” I coach and cheer her on.

  Elle

  With that I let it go, let it all go. I couldn’t be meek little Elle anymore. I wasn’t that person any longer. I was new, and I felt stronger, bolder, more in tune with my power and self than ever before. “That’s fucking right,” I start boosting myself aloud, “I AM fucking Xena! No one is ever going to hurt me like that again! I’m not this ball of mush that weeps all the time! I’m a fucking bad ass and I’m going to live the rest of my life a bad ass biker bitch and no one is going to fuck with me or my family again!” and with one last kick I fall to the floor exhausted.

  “Bad ass biker bitch, eh?” Benelli lowers himself to the floor next to me. “Does that mean you need an even more bad ass biker by your side?” he questions.

  “Yeah, I thought I’d see if I could tame Lucky and his charms down,” I laugh hysterically.

  “I don’t think so, Xena. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. I just had to wait until you became the woman that you needed to be,” he states matter-of-factly as he climbs over me and pins me to the floor, “and now that you’re Xena,

  I’m staking my claim on you. You’re my woman and your heart belongs to only me.” When he says that I feel the strongest pull in my heart and the heat between my legs is scorching. I feel that tingly pulsing throb and it shows on my face. The undeniable need, and he takes it. He smashes his mouth down on mine and he kisses me with the intensity of two teenagers in the back of a car, way past curfew, but they can’t stop. His kisses are so full of fury and I’m taking it all in. My panties soaking with the pleasure. “Can I come from kissing?” she questions herself. Then at that moment he maneuvers his tongue in such a way that I came and I came hard. He sees it in my face, he knows what he’s done to me.

  He then quickly starts undressing me, “If you think that’s good baby, just wait,” he tells me with a cocky arrogance.

  “Oh hell, I’ve created a monster,” I laugh and then suck in a breath as he starts sucking and licking on my nipples.

  It’s so foreign to me that no one has ever touched me, kissed me, or made love to me like this before and my senses are through the roof. His lips lower to my stomach where he kisses all around my navel, it’s sending volts of electricity through me. I weave my fingers through his dark curls as he keeps going lower and lower down my body. His palms grasp my thighs and lift and spread them further apart as his delectable tongue tortures my throbbing pussy. He licks and sucks at my swollen clit and right before I am about to explode he takes his tongue across my entire entrance in a lapping, teasing way, slowing his pace. I moan in both pleasure and agony at him not letting me come yet.

  He just looks up at me and grins the cockiest smile. “Not yet, baby, not ye
t,” is what he tells me as he plants kisses on my inner thighs.

  “Benelli, please! I can’t take it!” I beg.

  “Tell me you love me, Xena,” he demands.

  “I, I love you Benelli, I love you so much,” I say breathlessly and at that he dives his tongue and lips onto my clit and sticks his thick finger inside me thrusting in and out, his thumb massaging against the entrance to my ass. Between all the different stimulations my mind and my body shatters and I completely lose it coming harder than I ever have in my life. The rush is so intense that I become weak and my legs start shaking uncontrollably. I can’t get them to stop. Holy fuck, what has this man done to me?

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Ruger

  I’m waiting for her at the airport with one of those signs saying her name, “Michelle Burrow.” I see the crowd thin out and then I see her shaking her head at me and smiling. Her gorgeous, shoulder length hair bouncing as she walked swiftly towards me. She’s colored it since I’ve seen her last, now a warm honey brown with highlights throughout. The light from the gigantic windows of the airport shining down on it causing a halo effect around her. She’s wearing slim fitting jeans, tapered at the ankle, I have always thought that was sexy as hell on a woman, kind of like at the end of Grease when Sandy comes out all dressed in black.