Chapter Eleven
Dutch and five of his men pulled up to a motel and parked. “Let’s get some sleep, and in the morning, we’ll start to look for her.”
Dutch walked into the office. “I need six rooms.” He knew he was making the woman nervous, but there was nothing he could do about it.
“Um, well. Let me see.” She got on her computer, pressed a few buttons, and looked back at him. “We’ve got two with kings and two with two full-size beds. Will that work?” the lady behind the counter asked.
Dutch nodded and handed over some cash, took the change, and the keys. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Dutch walked up to his men. “They only have two with a king-size bed. Sarge and I will take those. We have two other rooms with full-size beds. You guys figure out who’s rooming with who.”
Dutch ignored it as his men began arguing, and two of them started pushing each other. He rolled his eyes. “Hey! Knock it off, children.”
Dutch untied his bag from the back of his bike and walked over to his room. He watched his vice, Sarge, bash two heads together, quickly stopping the arguing.
It was already nighttime, and they had eaten, so Dutch planned to shower and then crash.
It had been a long two days on the road.
The night before, they had pulled off into a dense forest, pushing their bikes into the trees before throwing down their blankets and sleeping there instead of taking the time to find a motel.
The place was so sparse he doubted they’d find anything for another hundred miles.
He was surfing through channels later that night when there was a knock on his door. He immediately picked up his gun, walked over to the door, and looked at the three bikers he’d never met before. He put his hand that held the gun behind his back, unlocked, and cracked open the door. “What?”
The man in front smirked. “I think I might know what you’re looking for.”
Dutch’s eyebrows rose. “Really? What would that be?”
“A woman about this tall...” The man held his hand in the middle of his chest, and was skinny. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. Does that sound familiar?”
“Who the fuck are you?” Dutch asked.
“I’m Fury. I’m the prez of the Devil’s Sons.”
“How the hell did you know who I was?”
The two men in back snorted, and one of them said. “We always thought he had spies everywhere.”
Dutch snorted and opened the door wider. “Come on in.” He closed the door after the three men walked to the middle of the room. He didn’t set down his gun until he was certain they weren’t going to fuck with him.
Dutch stepped back when his door opened, and three of his men walked in, all holding guns.
Fury raised his hands and chuckled. “Jesus, fuck. I come in peace.” His men chuckled.
Dutch nodded to his men before slipping his gun into the back of his jeans.
“What do they want, Boss?” Sarge asked.
“They say they know where Naya is,” Dutch told him. He caught the surprise on his men’s faces, but turned his attention to Fury. “Where is she?”
“She’s living with us,” Fury said.
Dutch saw red and growled.
“Wait!” Fury said and held up a hand. “She hasn’t let anyone touch her.”
Dutch exhaled and willed himself to relax. “Why is she with you?”
“My old lady wanted her,” Fury said, and he and his men laughed.
That sounded fucked up. “You let your woman keep people?”
“He lets his woman have anything she wants,” his man said. “I’m Ax.”
Fury scowled at him. “Fuck off. I do not.” The two men with him laughed. Fury shook his head. “We saw her at a diner in town. The waitress told us she was new in town and said Naya shouldn’t be on her own.”
“I heard him groan when his woman perked up with interest,” Ax said and chuckled.
“Do you want to go a few rounds with me, fucker?” Fury growled.
Ax held up a hand. “Nope. I’m good.”
Fury turned back to him. “Anyway, my woman, Amelia, and Tara, another old lady in the club, sat down with her and talked. It didn’t take long before both women decided Naya needed to live with us.”
“How long has she been there?” Dutch asked.
“A little over three weeks. Why did it take you so long to get here?” Fury asked and crossed his arms.
Dutch gritted his teeth. He wanted to snarl that it wasn’t any of his fucking business, but he was standing between him and Naya.
“I had no fucking clue where she went. I had people looking for her everywhere, and she vanished. One of the guys she worked with at the bar came back from vacation, and that’s when I found out she’d taken a bus.
Then it took us several days to figure out where the bus took her. ”
Fury nodded. “Come by the compound tomorrow night.”
“Why do I have to wait that long?” Dutch asked.
“That’s when she’ll be the most docile. I’ll make sure the girls get some alcohol or weed.”
“Hold up,” Dutch growled. “I don’t want Naya using that shit.”
Fury smirked. “Yeah, I didn’t want my woman to either, and look where that got me.” His two men behind him laughed. “These women are as sweet as can be, but they’ll fight tooth and nail if you try to prevent them from having a little girl party every once in a while.”
“Fine. Give me a time,” Dutch asked.
“Nine. The meal will be done, and the girls will have started their little party.”
“We’ll be there,” Dutch said.
“Good. Oh, plan on crashing with us for a few days.”
Dutch scowled. He wanted to grab his woman and take off for home. “Why?”
“Because Amelia and the others won’t let you take her until they’re sure you’ll treat her right,” Fury said and grinned.
“Why can’t you just tell them to knock it off and stay out of it?”
All three men laughed so hard they had tears in their eyes.
Fury finally got control. “Dude, you’ll understand when you meet them.”
Dutch wiped a hand down his face. “Fuck. Fine. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Fury nodded. “This will be good.”
“What?”
“Watching how she takes seeing you. When she’s drunk or stoned, all she can talk about is how perfect you are, but then she gets sad and says she’ll never see you again. One, because she thinks you don’t care, and two, she said she’d die of embarrassment if she ever saw you again.”
Dutch grunted. “Too bad. She’ll get over it.”
“Do you think you’ll tell me why she’d be so embarrassed?” Fury asked.
Dutch shrugged. “Maybe.”
“That’s good for now. See you tomorrow.” The three Devil’s Sons left.
Sarge closed the door after them and faced Dutch. “What do you think of that? Can we trust them?”
Dutch nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t get any clue of deception or violence. Did you guys?”
They all shook their heads.
Dutch rubbed a hand over his chest. “Let’s get some sleep tonight. We’ll hang around here until we have to go to their club.”
“Sounds good, Boss,” Demo said.
Dutch locked the door behind his men and lay back down on the bed.
He stared at the TV, not seeing it, as pictures of Naya rushed through his head.
The first day he met her, the times after, and then the night she was drugged.
Every time he saw her, she looked more beautiful, and his gut ached with the need to fuck her blind.
Now that he’d had her in every way possible, she was his, and it was too bad if it embarrassed her or she didn’t want to be with him because of it.
He knew she really hadn’t had a choice when he’d taken her cherry because she was drugged, but she had chosen him to help her through it, and in his book, she belonged to him.