Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
I did exactly what I swore to never do. I kidnapped a woman and forced myself on her.
Fucking her tonight is the final nail in my coffin.
She’s a virgin. The daughter of my enemy.
But looking down on her, spread out, dripping all over my hand, her shocked green eyes hazy with pleasure, the taste of her pussy on my tongue, I’m in deep trouble.
Blood will be shed in the war that will come. But that’s not tonight.
Her body is loose and warm when I pick her up, carrying her to my bed. The bed that’s about to become ours.
How fucking sick is that? It’s already done in my head. Gigi is property of The Kings of Darkness now.
My property.
“I’m a bastard, Gigi.”
“I tend to agree,” she sighs. “But you do have your good points.”
Furious knocking on the door makes my attention snap toward the hallway.
“Slider!”
“Yeah,” I shout back. “Give me a minute.”
Fucking hell.
“Who is that?” she whispers.
“It’s the Prez of this chapter.”
I stretch Gigi out on the sheet, mentally commanding the Prez to get lost.
“My office in five!” he shouts through the door.
“Copy,” I yell back.
Guilt climbs onto my back. I fucked up. I should have met with him right away, instead I proved just how goddamned irrational I am when it comes to this woman.
“I’ve got to meet with him,” I say as I stroke my fingers through her hair, leaning down for a kiss that doesn’t help one damned bit.
She opens for me, matching the strokes of my tongue with her own.
With a groan, I pull away muttering, “I need to go catch him up. I got so caught up in you that I didn’t follow through on my responsibilities.”
Gigi watches me as I cover her up, tucking her in.
“Let me guess, you’re locking me in here?”
“Smart girl.”
I flick the light off, plunging the room into near darkness, lit only by the compound security lights seeping in around the drapes. “There will be a guard outside your door. The windows are bulletproof. No one’s getting in this compound.”
“Or out,” she grumbles, but she’s stretching like a kitten under my covers.
I’ve done hard shit all my life. Walking away right now, is near the top of the list.
“Stay out of trouble.”
She gives me an eye roll. “I’m surprised you’re not chaining me to the bed.”
I stop with my hand on the doorknob. “Maybe next time I will.”
“You’re infuriating, Skyler!” She yells as I close her into my room.
She’s grumbling when I’m locking the deadbolts and arming the security system.
I grin at the door like an idiot. She’s gonna give me hell. Why the fuck am I so happy about that?
“Hey, Catfish,” I call out to the guard that’s standing near the exit. “Can you come hang out by this door while I’m meeting with Prez?”
“On it.” He shifts uncomfortably. “Is it true that’s the daughter of the Daggers’s MC Prez?”
“You heard right.”
He whistles. “Man, do you have to add to the suspension on your bike to carry those balls?”
“I’m gonna try to keep from getting them blown off.”
Shit’s about to get real.
More real than me almost fucking a virgin on the counter in the bathroom. Jesus fuck. I’m an asshole.
Prez is behind his desk when I walk in. Technically not my Prez, but he’s the king of this castle. A man I like. He runs a tight ship.
Without wasting any time—his usual MO—he gets right down to the shit at hand. “How’d you end up with her on your bike?”
“The long version or the short one?” I take the seat he motions to.
“Better give it all to me.”
“Ace and I went to meet a rat. He’s inside the Daggers. Ace has been working him for a while, and he’s taken a liking to me. Wanted to meet at the Pussy Palace, have a drink, pass us some information on a big deal they’re working.”
He nods. Prez knows all of this part. He keeps his hands in all aspects of the Bad River chapter.
I clear my throat, thinking about watching Gigi on stage. “I was on the way to the head when a woman came barreling out of a private room. She was hellbent on getting away from something in that room, so when she stormed out the exit, I followed her into the parking lot.”
He nods solemnly. “Good call.”
“I had no idea who she was or what the fuck happened to her, but I have a sister and I’d expect any man with a spine to do the same.”
“Fuck yes,” he rumbles, frowning.
“Anyway, she burned out of the parking lot, and two Daggers came looking for her, but before they could get their shit together, I followed.”
I scrub my hand over my jaw. “That’s when I found her wrecked. Flipped that fucking car. She was crawling out of the wreckage when I got there.”
“And you knew who she was then?”
I nod, my pulse humming dangerously fast. “I’d seen her around town. Ace knew who she was too.”
With venom in his voice, the Prez says, “She’s fucking nineteen. Had no business working in a shit hole like that.”
“Not even old enough to drink,” I add, “But, given that her father owns the Pussy Palace he probably faked her age.”
Prez’s chair swivels back and forth as he considers this. “I’m surprised he wants her stripping, if it was my fucking daughter…”
“No shit.” Forcing my hands to unclench, I mutter, “She said he wanted her fully invested in the club lifestyle. Wanted her to fuck the brothers.”
His brow hardens, his eyes burning. “I can’t understand that at all. I mean girls with no attachment to the club, sure they can come and go, and suck whatever dick they want, but she’s blood.”
I’m seeing him through a haze of red as I imagine the hell she’s been through with a father like that.
“So she’s yours now?” he asks.
“That’s how I see it. I’ll take her back to the Broken Wheel Chapter, it’s time for me to get back over there, I guess.”
The Bad River Chapter has been kind enough to host me while I dealt with some shit.
He tilts his head, studying my expression. “You’re over what Grenade did to your sister?”
“I swore after that whole mess with the forced brides, I’d never put another woman through it. Then I went and did exactly that. Since I just kidnapped Gigi, I don’t figure I have much room to talk.”
Prez reaches in his desk and pulls out a long envelope. “I have an offer for you.”
He tosses the envelope on the desk, tipping his chin toward it.
Not sure where this is leading, I open it and shake out the contents. A rocker with Bad River Chapter lands in my hand. Along with a fat stack of cash.
“I want you to stay on, I’m about to need a new Road Captain.”
My gaze snaps to his. “But you already have one.”
“Things are changing around here.”
A kindling of appreciation follows the shock of his offer. “I never saw this coming.”
“You’re a good brother. The Bad River officers voted on this yesterday. The cash is to incentivize the deal. I’ve got some plans for you, so don’t think you won’t be working.”
“I wouldn’t expect any less. But I’ve got to talk to Grenade about this. He’s not only my brother-in-law now, as Prez, he would need to be onboard. Not that I can’t do what I want, but I don’t want any problems between your chapter and his.”
He nods. “Better loop him in now anyway, given that we’re about to go to war with the Daggers. We’ll want their back-up.”
The grim reality stiffens my spine. This will be bloody. “The Daggers will come for her, but right now they don’t know where she is.”
“The only way you can prevent that leaking is if she’s never seen by a club girl or some motor-mouth hangaround.”
“Copy. I know it’s going to be hard.”
He chuckles. “Let me guess, you’re keeping her locked in your room and you’re not coming out for a few weeks?”
I grin, despite the danger surrounding this whole situation. “Best idea I’ve heard all year.”
With a shake of his head, he mutters, “You’ve got some balls on you, Slider. Better get ready, life’s about to get hard. But I’ve been wanting a reason to run those bastards out of the region. Sounds like now I’ve got it.”
My mood sobers to pure black. “They’ve got a deep hold on the club and bar scene.”
“We’ve got a secret weapon.”
Prez’s eyes are gleaming and I feel the thrill of battle simmering low in my blood.
“Run them out?” I ask.
“Amongst other things,” he says as he stands. “Go get some sleep, or at least some good pussy. Tomorrow we plan the war.”
I stand with the Bad River Chapter rocker in one hand and the cash in the other. “I’ll call Grenade now.”
“Give him my regards.”
When I walk out of his office, I’m already placing the call to my brother-in-law. We haven’t talked in weeks.
But like the stand-up Prez he is, he answers quickly. “Well this is the last call I expected.”
“Things change. Got a minute?”
“Of course, brother. Always for you.”
I grimace. Fuck. The man acts like I didn’t threaten his life. Threaten to steal my sister from him. Or crash for months at the Bad River Chapter compound.
“You’re probably gonna want to sit down for this.”