Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Danger Garden
P riest felt his brain carve up into two halves.
The first half thought about what he had just done to that fucking worthless rat (who was now chained up on the floor, bleeding, weeping, literally sucking his own thumb, begging for death).
Every single cut Priest offered to Fitz was perfectly designed and completed so that Fitz would bleed, feel pain, but there was no chance of him dying. Now, to be completely fair, there was always the chance of a cut or three getting infected and that infection ravaging the rat’s body until he died. Priest knew Dr. Smile would arrive long before that.
Even something simple and fun, like pulling Fitz’s pants down and grabbing his embarrassment of a dick and pulling. Yanking that little fuck sausage, feeling things popping and skin ready to rip apart. Then taking the knife and cutting along the top of Fitz’s shaft. Not much to cut, but the idea was still the same. Slicing up a guy’s manhood was an awful thing to experience. And it bled nicely. Again, not enough that Fitz was in immediate danger. It sure as hell made him panic though.
That was the kind of stuff Priest had in his mind. The knife cutting Fitz’s right calf muscle. The knife sliding into Fitz’s left side, deep enough to create a fire-like pain, but not enough to hit an organ. Working his way up the rat’s body, to his right eye. That’s where Priest held Fitz down with his left hand and used his thumb and pointer to pry Fitz’s eye wide open. Priest then pressed the tip of the bloody knife against Fitz’s eyeball. Again, he did not do any kind of actual damage—nothing to puncture the eyeball or anything that would result in Fitz dying. Just enough pressure to scare the fuck out of Fitz and make it so now every time Fitz had to instinctively blink, his right eye scratched and burned. Torture was such a beautiful thing.
But now, Priest came back to his party, covered in blood, ready for some whiskey and some deecee cunt. Instead, the nurse from the hospital stood there. Terrified from the blood. Wanting to leave. Claiming her arrival was a big mistake.
Which it was.
There was no fucking chance in hell she was leaving.
You’re now spending the fucking night here, doll.
Priest gave it a few seconds before speaking again.
“Do you understand me?”
The nurse looked into his eyes. “Please. I’m sorry I showed up.”
“Fuck apologies. You’re here now. Gates are shut and they aren’t opening again. Not for you.”
The nurse looked back and her body physically jumped a little.
“You’re mine, doll,” Priest said. “Do you want me to tell you what will happen if you try to escape me?”
She started to shake. Of course her knees gave out. Priest had no choice but to wrap a bloody hand and arm around the nurse’s body to keep her from hitting the ground.
He picked her up with ease and turned her away from the gate. She began to thrash, throwing an elbow, hitting Priest in the jaw pretty damn hard. Priest released his hold and the nurse spun around and covered her mouth, scared of what she had just done.
Priest stepped toward her and curled his lip. “The only reason you’re standing on two feet is because of what you did for me in the hospital. Do not take that as a sign of a me being nice. One more move like that and I will cut your fucking hands off.”
The nurse’s knees started to buckle again. Priest grabbed her and saved her again. He pulled her against him. Now there was blood on her.
“I’m so scared,” the nurse confessed.
As Priest started to grin, loving when an outsider had the chance to truly experience the brutality of the motorcycle club and see that it wasn’t just about loud motorcycles and bar fights, he realized the fear pouring from her eyes wasn’t completely about him. Something else had this nurse scared. Scared so much that she took the risk of coming to the clubhouse.
“You said if I ever needed anything…”
“Well, fuck, I did say that, didn’t I?” Priest asked.
He really didn’t think for a second the nurse would ever show up. And to show up so soon. How fucked up was this woman’s life?
Priest touched his left pointer finger under her chin. He studied her. Pretty blonde hair. Natural. Pulled back, kind of messy, telling him she was in a hurry when she decided to come here. Her eyes were dark blue, not bright at all, sweet yet seductive, innocent yet broken. She had long eyelashes and a small nose. Thin lips that stood no chance wrapping around Priest’s thick cock, but what a fucking fun thing it would be to experience, right?
She was beautiful. But then again, anything with a slit and a pulse was beautiful to Priest.
“What’s your name again?” Priest asked. “I have a head injury, remember?”
“Eden.”
“Right. Eden . How many men have asked to play in your garden?”
“None,” she said.
“I’m the first to make that reference?”
“Yes.”
“You’re in danger, aren’t you, Eden ? That’s why you’re here.”
She didn’t respond. She only swallowed hard. Priest moved his bloody hand to the back of her neck.
“Answer my fucking question,” Priest growled.
Eden nodded. “Yes.”
“What did you think you were going to find here? A bunch of guys playing poker? That we’d welcome you right in and take care of you? Who the fuck do you think I am?”
Eden began to shake. It didn’t matter anymore if her legs gave out, Priest had her body pressed firmly against his. Amazing that this was the first woman this close to him. One that had no intention of getting naked, sucking his cock or taking his huge cock deep in her sweet, warm cunt.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” Priest said. “I have to give a little speech to the crowd. Let them know I’m alive and well. I’m going to have a drink. So are you. You need to relax your nerves. You need to make peace with the fact that you are not leaving here tonight. You need to make peace with the fact that you will be sleeping in my bed. And there might be more than just you and I in that bed at times, or all night. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Eden said, her bottom lip quivering.
“You’re a sweet fucking thing, doll,” Priest growled. “You have no idea what you just walked into. Of all the outlaws around here, you came looking for me.”
“You said…”
“I know what I said. I’ll keep to my word. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
Priest slid his hand up into Eden’s hair and pulled, forcing her head back. He groaned and felt his cock throbbing. Aching for attention. It was time for a drink.
Things had certainly taken an interesting turn.
Tensions grew as the whiskey flowed. Priest thrived in violence. He embraced it. He wanted it. Nothing would have pleased him more right then than to step into a circle and fight someone. Funny enough, having Eden the nurse next to him was a reminder that he really could not take even just one punch to the head or face. One punch could mean another coma. One punch could mean death.
Fuck death. Fuck that.
Priest gritted his teeth. He spotted some fucking moron roughing up one of the deecee s. A backhand to her face and Priest whistled and pointed.
“She’s not yours!” Priest bellowed.
“She’s a cunt to fuck and nothing more!”
Priest scanned everyone for a second and stopped at Drix.
He pointed to Drix and gave a nod. “Take that piece of shit out of here, prospect .”
“You got it,” Drix said without hesitation.
He stripped off his blank leather cut and was already walking toward the other biker.
“Hold up!” Slade yelled. “We need to take bets! Everyone wait a second!”
Leave it to Slade to try and make some money at a homecoming party.
“Too late!” Linc yelled.
Everyone spread out and formed a circle.
“Darrow, who the fuck is that other guy?” Priest asked.
“Friend of a friend,” Darrow said. “Heard a rumor he was looking to get his transfer papers.”
“Fuck that,” Priest said. “Watch Drix break his jaw. What’s his name?”
“Breaker,” Darrow said. He started to laugh.
Priest nodded. His right hand held Eden’s right hip nice and tight, keeping her close.
“Hope you don’t mind fighting, doll,” Priest said. “If anyone gets too hurt, you can help them. The nurse is here. And it’s not the slutty, stripper ones we hire out for. Then again, you’d look good sliding up and down a pole, Eden.”
Terror still laced her pretty face. A shot of whiskey had calmed her but she was far from being truly calm.
“Here we go, doll,” Priest said to Eden. “Don’t look away. You showed up for violence. Remember that.”
“I did not show up for violence,” Eden snapped.
Drix threw the first punch without hesitation, hitting Breaker at his left eye, splitting his face open. Breaker stumbled back and opened his arms to try and stop himself from falling. Drix moved right in, throwing punches like a well-trained boxer.
“Oh, fuck,” Darrow called out. “Look at the kid go.”
Three more punches and Breaker was down on his ass. Drix stepped back and then in a bold move, he wiped Breaker’s blood from his knuckles onto his shirt. He then turned, arms out, showing off the blood on his shirt.
“Natural at this shit,” Priest said to Darrow. “We need seats filled, brother. Time to think about a vote.”
“One thing at a time, Priest,” Darrow said.
Breaker got back to his feet and ran at Drix. He jumped on Drix’s back and started to literally chew at the top of Drix’s head.
“What the fuck?” Priest asked.
Drix made one move and threw Breaker off his back.
“Come on, kid!” Priest bellowed. “Knock him out!”
Drix threw a right hook that hit Breaker’s jaw so hard, the sound of the bone snapping echoed loudly over the cheers. Breaker spun on his right foot and fell face first down to the pavement. His face bounced once and that was it.
Drix turned and looked for Priest and pointed. Priest pointed back. Then came Drix’s prize.
The deecee that Breaker had smacked around stepped into the circle and by the time Drix realized she was there, her shirt and bra were long gone. Once close enough, she grabbed for Drix’s head and pulled his face down to her ample chest, burying the prospects face in her tits.
“Now that’s a prize,” Priest said. “And, yes, you did show up here for violence, doll. If you wanted societal justice you would have went to the police. You skipped that for a reason. You want a different kind of justice. So don’t fucking stand here and lie to me and lie to yourself. You wanted to step into hell. Now you’re here.”
“And I said I wanted to leave,” Eden said. “I said I regretted my decision.”
“Too fucking bad.”
“I don’t have to tell you anything, Priest. You don’t think people know where I was going and why? You don’t think someone will come looking for me?”
“Okay then. The whiskey has loosened those lips of yours, doll.” He leaned down closer to her. “What about the other lips?”
Eden shuddered.
Priest winked. “I think we both know whatever is going on in your life, you being right here next to me is the safest place. Don’t fucking try to deny it. And whether you like it or not, if I didn’t want you here, you’d be gone. And not back in your car either, doll. The prospects would be rolling your body up in a sheet and finding somewhere to bury you.”
He felt Eden shiver and start to pull away. But where was she going to go? She was in a sea of outlaw bikers. Some of the guys were just street riders. Friends of the club—the ones who rode a little more casually and rode for sound and appearance. Others, like the guys in SOFRAW , they were the true outlaws. The real bad guys if you thought of their life in that way.
Which Eden obviously did. Priest knew it. He smelled it on her. Worst case, if he was wrong in the situation, there would only be one other reason Eden offered her presence. And that was for Priest’s cock. His cock brought in women from hundreds of miles away.
Either way, Priest made damn sure that he would not let Eden slip out of his grasp.
“You can let me go now,” Eden said to him. “I’m not going to run off.”
“Can’t do that, doll. If I even look the other way, you’ll have a dozen drunk, horny bikers sliding up against that nice ass of yours. And someone will eventually make their claim. Last thing you want to do is wake up tomorrow with a tattoo.”
“Why would that matter?”
“Tattoo means you’re outlaw property. Ink is more important than marriage around here.”
“Does your wife have a tattoo?” Eden asked.
Priest picked up a little boozed up boldness from the beautiful nurse. He liked it.
“You look like you could use another shot of whiskey, doll,” he whispered into her ear.
Eden swallowed hard and look at Priest once more.
“Better make it the entire fucking bottle, outlaw.”