Chapter 9
LEGACY
My feet are impossibly heavy. Trudging across the table, I move forward until I’m towering over Pirate. It should be a position of power—looking down on his greasy head, loathing him from up so high.
But we all know he has the power here. He can deny my claim and do as he wants. He could shoot me or stab me. I’m nothing but a dog to him. A pet to kick, to own, to beat, and to set on his enemies.
He steps back, gesturing for me to get off the table, and I do as I’m bid, clambering down by his side before reaching for Trinity. She throws herself into my chest and presses her face into me, trembling and crying silent tears that soak through the cotton of my shirt.
Though she’s grown up around this life, Venom and I have done everything in our power to protect our sweet girl. She’s completely unprepared for what’s about to happen. But I wrap my arm around her just the same, wishing I could stop the train that I just set in motion.
But it’s the only way to save her. The only way to keep her mine.
“You know what that means, Legacy? You’ve been to enough Ol’ Lady claimings,” Pirate asks, chuckling harshly.
“Yes, Prez,” I answer, holding her tighter against me. It’s the only way.
“Prick,” he shouts, gesturing for my friend who steps forward. Prick is thin, wiry, with blue hair, and he has more piercings on his face than anyone should. Trinity shakes harder in my arms. “Go get all your shit. Time to tattoo this bitch.”
She squeaks in surprise, and I grab the nape of her neck, keeping her crushed against me and giving her a warning squeeze. She can’t fight me here. Trinity’s not gonna like what’s about to happen—but she needs to just take it. Or both of us could end up dead.
“You said I could fuck her second,” Wolf whines, pouting like a fuckin’ toddler. He’s dead the second I get him alone. My back itches, yearning for the feel of my gun against it.
“Fuck off,” I grunt at him. “Your new VP’s claiming a woman. Show some respect.”
“VP? You said if I brought her back, I would get that position!” Wolf snarls, turning to Pirate. There’s mutiny in his face, and Pirate takes offense to it immediately; backhanding him hard like the angry monster he is. Not that I feel bad for that piece of shit.
Trinity stiffens in my arms, likely wondering how I now hold her father’s rank.
The door swings open abruptly, and Prick walks back in, this time with the tattoo cart. The wheels squeak as he pushes it toward us. His lips form an angry frown, turned down. He’s one of my closest friends in the clubhouse, and I know how much pride he takes in his work, how much he loves weaving our dreams into our skin.
But this is different.
“Upper or lower back?” he asks. And I have no idea what to tell him. Trinity and I have never discussed this disgusting ritual. Her father adamantly insisted that she never become an Ol’ Lady to spare her.
“Lower,” I reply reluctantly, knowing it will be the less painful spot.
“W-what’s going on?” she whispers, peeking at the tattoo gun from under my arm. It hums to life as Prick turns it on and gets the ink ready.
“Well, Legacy here decided that we can’t have you. So, he’s going to claim you as his Ol’ Lady. And that right comes with a free show. Better make it a good one or you won’t end up with a Property of Legacy tattoo on your back. I’ll make it say Property of the Demon Breakers—turn you into our possession—and all your holes will belong to us,” Pirate promises, moving behind me. My back tenses, ready for the painful slice, but he just slams his hand down on my shoulder. “No time to waste. Show me your treasure. Take her on the table.”
His demand hisses in my ear, and I wish I could prepare Trinity.
She jerks out of my arms, her eyes wide with horror. “What? No!” she sputters, wheeling away from me.
“We’re not having sex in front of all these people. And I don’t want a tattoo. I’m out of here.” Turning toward the door, she finds it blocked by a grinning Wolf. Her steps slow, and she stumbles before scanning the room… searching.
“He’s dead, little bitch,” Pirate says harshly, laughing at her gasp. A sob breaks free, but before she can crumble, I pull her back into my arms—glaring at him. Fuckin’ asshole.
I need to get out of this room. Out of this brotherhood. The plan was for me to die tonight; to disappear forever with my girl. And now there’s no way for that to happen. No way out of this. My eyes search the room, finding my friends. Hunter, Charming, Shaka… their expressions are unreadable. If I fought the Prez, would they be with me or him?
Would they turn on the brothers?
Pirate’s hand digs into my shoulder, the other falling to the gun at his waist. “What’s it gonna be, boy? You get to fuck her or do I?”
“Me, Prez,” I say, lifting her onto the table. Tears streak down her cheeks, making her mascara run in long black lines. She’s so fucking beautiful, even like this. Getting in close, I give her the only reassurance I can.
Her hair is soft as silk in my fist, damp with perspiration, and I draw her toward me, pressing her face into the side of my neck. I breathe in her scent—lilac with just a hint of vanilla—and it helps to transport me away from this hellhole.
“They can’t fuck you as long as I do. Close your eyes and pretend it’s just us, baby,” I whisper softly into her ear. Trinity’s shaking, but she doesn’t flinch away as I bring my hands to her waistband. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Just like always.”
She sobs, shaking her head. “No, no, no. Please, Legacy, not like this…”
My heart squeezes in my chest, frustration trickling through me. Can’t she see I’m doing this for her? For us?
Holding her head steady, I smooth my lips across her cheek in a subtle but soothing gesture. Here there’s no looking soft, no apologizing or asking for her forgiveness. Worry settles in my gut—will she ever forgive me? But I push it all aside. The weak get dead.
My hand falls to the seam of her legging, and I rub her pussy through the material. The motion tugs on my bullet wound, but I ignore the pain. The least I can do is try to make my girl feel good if I have to violate her in a room full of horny assholes. Her heat warms my fingers, causing my cock to harden despite the miserable moment, always eager to please our girl. Trinity squirms away from my touch, but I have to keep going.
“Cut it out,” I growl, giving her hair a yank. “Be a good girl for me.” Her face tilts toward me, anger and sadness in her eyes, but I take the opportunity to crush my lips to hers. Licking across them, I beg for access, and for a minute it seems like she’s going to deny me. Frustration pulses in my veins, ripping through me until I refuse to take no for an answer.
Snapping down, I nip her lip until she whimpers and opens for me. That’s right, baby. Fuckin’ take it. My tongue sweeps in, devouring her taste like it’s my last meal.
And it very well might be.
The room erupts into hoots and hollers. “Get it, Legacy.” “Fuck that pussy hard.” Trinity jumps, but I don’t release her neck.
The zipper of my jeans presses into my rock-hard cock, and I pulse under its confines. I slide my fingers against her faster and faster until I can’t take it anymore. My nails tear at her leggings, shredding them at the crotch so I can get to the pussy underneath without anyone seeing her.
She’s mine. For my eyes alone.