Predator Chapter
Predator:
It took restraint to maintain my cool when we rejoined the others.
I wanted to tell our brothers what Marshall had done, but we’d promised her we’d keep quiet.
I’d keep that vow. As soon as we entered the common room, Jess zeroed in on us.
He came storming over with a scowl on his face.
Stryder caught my attention and rolled his eyes.
“Where the hell did you disappear to with these two?” he challenged his sister.
I was about to back his ass down for his tone, but I didn’t get the chance. Dayanara beat me to it.
“Don’t take that tone with me, Jess. I’m not a child, and you’re not my father. Where I was is none of your concern. I was safe. You don’t see anyone else acting up about it.”
He leaned closer. Stalker and I were standing with her between us. Jess’s voice lowered.
“You go off with two strangers in a motorcycle club. What the hell else am I to think other than you’re getting it on with our baby sister here?
Christ, if you’re fucking one of them, keep it under wraps.
Or are you fucking them both? You know what people call women who do that, especially when you just met them,” he hissed.
Automatically, I shot my hand out and grabbed him by the throat. I squeezed, though not hard enough to damage or choke him out. Stalker growled and moved closer to Jess.
“You’re advised to change your tone and watch your words. Your sister isn’t a whore. And she’s an adult. You’re her brother, so if you have questions about our intentions, then ask. But don’t assume or get ugly with her. We won’t allow it,” I growled.
“Predator is right,” Stalker said.
“Predator, let go of him. If he needs to be choked out, I’ll do it.
But thank you for defending my honor. As for you, Jess, you’re welcome to leave if you don’t like what you see.
I don’t owe you this, but I’ll say it. No, I didn’t just fuck them.
But if I had, it wouldn’t be any of your business.
I don’t ask you about or vet whoever you sleep with.
If I did, you’d be in trouble, no doubt,” Dayanara snipped back at her brother.
Jess’s face turned red. It wasn’t from the grip on his neck. I’d let go of him when she asked me to.
“You’re embarrassing all of us. We’re here to get rid of Marshall. That’s it. This is Stryder’s club. How do you think it makes him feel to have his cousin traipsing off with his club brothers?”
Stryder had come up to us behind his cousin’s back and overheard what he said.
“Don’t bring me into this, Jess. Daya is an adult, and so is Breezy. As for Stalker and Predator, they have no bad intentions toward Daya. She’s safe with them, like Breezy is safe with everyone here. Don’t cause a problem where there isn’t any,” Stryker told his cousin.
Jess whipped around to face him. “How can you say that? Your club will think she’s acting like a slut, especially if she sleeps with both of them,” he snapped.
“No one here will give a damn. And, cousin, sleeping with two men at a time isn’t grounds for being a slut. We have throuples in our other chapter. It’s not a taboo thing. As long as everyone is a consenting adult, then it’s all good,” Stryder told him.
“Throuples? Christ, there’s a term for that? What the hell? What kind of club are you in? Some kind of kink club?” Jess blustered.
“No, but if you want one, I know a great one. It’s called the House of Lustz. It’s in Nashville. My friend, Mikhail, owns it. You can have freedom there. If the three of you want to check it out, let me know. I’ll take you as Jayla and my guests one night.” Payne’s voice came from behind me.
The look of utter disbelief on Jess’s face was comical, if it wasn’t sad for Dayanara. She was right. Her brother wouldn’t be easy to win over, but I wouldn’t let that deter us.
“Y-you’re joking, right?” Jess muttered.
“Nope. It’s actually how Jayla and I met.
And before you curl your lip, my old lady isn’t a whore, slut, or any other words that popped into your head.
Jess, you need to loosen up. The world isn’t all traditional couples.
And if you think the things that happen in a kink club weren’t around when your parents and grandparents were young, you’re wrong.
It was never talked about, that’s all. If you’re harming no one, then what works for others isn’t our concern,” Payne added.
Payne was one to know. He’d been a member of the House of Lustz for years.
His need to inflict pain with a sex partner had made many think he’d never find someone permanently.
But Jayla was his perfect match and, by his own admission, even helped curb that need.
He could have sexual satisfaction now without there being pain involved.
However, he still had sadistic tendencies that Jayla matched with her masochistic ones.
Plus, as our club’s enforcer, he let his sadistic side out when it came to people like Marshall.
Jess sputtered.
Payne continued, “I’m a sadist, and my Goddess has masochistic tendencies that make us perfect for each other. What others think or say doesn’t matter. Our friends and family, this club, accepts us. If Daya, Stalker, and Predator want to be together, be happy for them. We will be.”
Without another word, Payne gave a chin lift to the rest of us before he walked off to rejoin Jayla. She was over with Aria and Rylan, Maverick’s woman. Jess glared at the four of us before he walked away. Stryder sighed.
“Daya, let him stew. You know how he is. He’ll get over it. Don’t let him bother you. These two have assured me they have honest intentions toward you. So if you want them, know that if they fuck up, I will make them suffer. They’ve been warned,” he told her.
“Don’t worry. That’s not gonna happen,” I informed them both.
“Neither am I,” Stalker chimed in.
Stryder smiled, then he walked away. It left us to entertain Dayanara.
I wanted her to get to know Aria and Rylan.
They might bring her some comfort. In fact, Brighton needed to spend time with them, too.
Both Rylan and Aria had suffered rape, and in Aria’s case, torture.
With a mission in mind, I steered her forward.
“I think you and Brighton should talk a bit with Rylan and Aria.”
“Alright,” she said. Stalker nodded. He knew what I was thinking.