Chapter Three
Dutch and a few of his men pulled into town late one Saturday night. They’d been gone longer than planned, but some issues with the merchandise had come up.
He had planned to go home, but he found himself parking in front of Frenchy’s Bar.
His head kept getting fucked up with thoughts of Naya.
It pissed him off that a woman kept distracting him from the jobs he needed to do.
He’d never felt any emotion toward women, even when he was fucking them.
It was just a way to relieve the tension, and any hole would do.
He didn’t even care if they were ugly because he didn’t really see them as people.
He knew it made him sound like a bastard, but it was just the way he was built.
But since meeting Naya, she’d dug herself into his head, and he hadn’t been able to get her out, no matter how many women he fucked.
Dutch and three of his guys walked into the bar, stood off to the side to let their eyes adjust to the dim light. His eyes scanned the large room, and he couldn’t see Naya.
He tipped his head. “Let’s get a beer.”
He sat on one of the stools and raised his hand. He saw the bartender freeze, and his eyes widened before he swallowed and came his way.
“What can I get you?”
Dutch smirked. “Four bottles of Bud.”
The man hurried away and was back within a minute. “Here you go.”
Dutch slid a few bills at him. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks.” He turned away.
“Wait. Where’s Naya?”
The guy looked around. Dutch saw his brows pinch together and his gaze grow confused.
“I’m not sure. Maybe the shitter.” The guy pointed to the bouncer. “Talk to Terrik. He tries to keep an eye on her. He’s wearing a black t-shirt.”
“Oh, why?” Dutch didn’t like the way that made him feel.
“Some of the guys like harassing the girl. He acts like her big brother.”
Dutch nodded, turned on his stool, and looked for the guy while he twisted the top off the bottle and took a large drink. When he spotted the guy, he stood and turned to his men.
“You guys stay here.”
Dutch walked toward the large guy. He wasn’t as large as Dutch, but he could definitely do some damage.
“Hey.”
The guy turned and looked him up and down before answering. “Yeah?”
“I’m looking for Naya,” Dutch said.
The guy scowled. “For what?”
Dutch tensed. “Look, she’s a friend.”
The guy didn’t believe him.
“She works at Landry’s Garage. I do a lot of business with him. I watch out for her.”
The bouncer relaxed. “I get that. The girl needs a keeper.” He looked around the room.
Dutch saw tension darken the man’s eyes.
“Fuck.” The guy started moving around the room.
“Hey, what the fuck?” Dutch said as he followed him.
“I’m going to check the bathroom. If she’s not there...”
“Tell me what the fuck is going on?” Dutch growled.
“There has been a guy in here hassling her. She keeps telling the prick no, but he won’t leave her alone. I told him I’d throw his ass out and ban him from the bar if he didn’t fuck off.”
The guy threw the women’s bathroom door open. “Naya?”
No answer. The man looked as though he was on the verge of losing it.
Dutch caught his men’s eyes and tipped his head. All three came over.
“What’s up?” Sarge, his vice prez, asked.
“We need to look for Naya. The bouncer can’t find her.”
“You got it.” The men parted and spread out. Dutch turned to see the bouncer talking to another waitress before coming back.
“Pam said she started acting funny. As if she was drunk, a guy was helping her. She said they went down the hallway, but the only things that way are the bathrooms, a locked office, and the back door.”
Dutch whistled for his men and started down the hallway and out the back door. The sight made him want to howl. That bastard from the garage was trying to half-drag and half-carry Naya toward a waiting car.
Dutch sprinted his way. He grabbed onto the guy’s shoulder and jerked him around.
Wyatt was surprised, and then fear darkened his face.
Dutch grabbed onto Naya as she was falling, lifted her over his shoulder, and punched the guy, dropping him to the ground. Wyatt groaned and rubbed his chin.
“What the fuck did you give her?” Dutch growled.
Wyatt tried to scramble to his feet, but two of Dutch’s guys grabbed his arms. “Hey, man, it’s nothing.”
Dutch punched him in the stomach hard enough to make him double over and wheeze. “Tell me now, you little fucker, or I’ll make you feel pain unlike you’ve ever felt.”
Wyatt tried to fight to get away, but his men held him firmly by the arms. When the fucker knew he was stuck, he faced Dutch.
“I just gave her a little something to loosen her up,” Wyatt said.
“You were going to rape her?” Dutch said in a dark, menacing tone. He fucking hated that shit. It was one of his worst pet peeves, and he’d killed a few guys he’d caught raping a woman. Once, it was a young girl, and Dutch took extra time torturing the bastard before letting him bleed out.
“The cunt wouldn’t give me a chance.”
“You fucking bastard,” Terrik said. “I’d like to kill you.”
Dutch growled and punched the guy again in the gut, making him double over and groan in pain. “What the fuck did you give her?”
“It was a sort of ecstasy.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Dutch asked.
“It’s some new shit I found,” Wyatt wheezed.
“It’s not like the date rape drug, is it?” Dutch asked.
“No. With this drug, the girl is awake. It just makes them horny as hell. From what I’ve heard, it lasts for hours.”
“You are a sick fuck,” Sarge growled.
“All she had to do was lie down for me and spread her fucking legs once, and I would have left her alone,” Wyatt complained.
“Jesus Christ, you bastard,” Terrik growled.
Naya whimpered and tried to move. Dutch placed his hand over her back to keep her in place over his shoulder. “I’ve got you, babe. Just relax.”
Dutch looked at the bouncer. “We’ll take it from here.”
Terrik nodded. “Make him hurt.”
“Oh, we will.”
He watched Terrik go back into the bar before he turned to his men. “Take him to the south side warehouse.”
“Can we fuck with him a bit, Boss?” Demo asked.
“Yeah. Have fun, just don’t kill him,” Dutch said. “I’ll be at my place.”
Sarge nodded. “You got it. You’ll have to drive his car because you can’t carry her on your bike.”
Dutch nodded. “I will. Have someone come and get my bike.”
Sarge nodded. “We’ll take care of it.” He turned to the other two men. “Let’s go, men.”
Dutch turned away from them and gently lifted Naya into the front seat of the car, then slid in after her. He took a minute to adjust the seat back as far as it would go and then started the car.
He glanced at the woman, saw her eyes open and glassy, her body drooping. “Come here, babe.”
Naya slowly turned her head to face him before she slumped over his lap.
Dutch adjusted her so she lay on the front seat, her head on his lap, her nose pressed against his stomach.
He watched her relax before putting the car into gear and driving out of the alley.
On the way to his house, she started to whimper, and he caught her pressing her legs together.
“I’ll take care of you, babe. Just try to relax.”
Ten minutes later, he pulled into his long driveway and parked beside his house. He got out and pulled her into his arms. He carried her into the house, up to his bedroom, and laid her on the bed.
“Dutch,” she whispered, raising a hand toward him. “I hurt so much.”
He sat down beside her hip. “I know. I’ll take care of you.”
She bit her lip. “How?”
Dutch smoothed the hair from her beautiful face. “I’ll give you as many orgasms as I can until the drug wears off.”
Her eyes widened. “S-sex?”
Dutch nodded. “It’s the only way to take away the pain, babe.”
“But ... I’ve never...”
His stomach tightened. Fuck. “You’re a virgin?”
She nodded and tried to curl into a ball.
Jesus. He’d never fucked a virgin before. It both excited him and terrified him at the same time. “We can go to the hospital and see if they can help,” he said. He had no fucking idea what they could do, but it was worth a try.
She thought about it for a moment and then shook her head. She couldn’t afford that. “No. I trust you. You’re the only person I do trust.”
That admission made his throat constrict with an emotion he’d never felt before. He had no idea what to call it, he just knew it was foreign and not entirely comfortable.
He heard her whimper turn into a pained cry. “You’ll feel better soon,” he said.
He pulled off his boots and cut and lay down beside her. He cupped the side of her face and bent his head.
The first touch of his lips to hers sent a bolt of fire through his veins. It was so unexpected and powerful that he froze.
“Dutch...” she cried, and her hand pulled at his shirt.
He had promised he’d help her, but he had a gut feeling this would change his life and his beliefs, and he didn’t like how unsure it left him. He felt her tug again and focused on her. He’d deal with her now and leave the rest for later.