Jalisa Chapter 3 #2
“I’m the boss here, not you. And those pricks brought their fight to me when they broke into my prospect’s place and tried to take his family member.
You might be part of the Fiends, but you’re tied to us now through Dylan.
What we’re gonna do is finish off this son of a bitch.
We’ll grab a few hours of sleep and then get to work.
I want to talk to Psycho first, so don’t call him. Is that clear?” he growled.
I couldn’t stop myself. I placed my palm on his chest. Lord, it was rock-hard and muscular. I wanted to rub up and down it and ask if he had a hairy chest. I loved muscles and tats, but hair on a man’s chest was even better.
“I hear you, but you need to hear me. This may be your club, but I’m not under your rule.
I will allow you to speak to Dad first, but I’ll be there when you do.
If that’s not agreeable, I’ll talk to him beforehand.
And yes, you have the right to protect Dylan.
He’s your prospect. But I’m not your responsibility, and I won’t have anyone else impacted by my stupidity.
Oh, and you growling at me only makes me hot,” I added before I ducked under his arm and walked away.
The others were all watching us. None of them appeared happy, and I couldn’t blame them.
Needing something to do, I returned to Dutton.
He was paler, and the bleeding hadn’t stopped from his punctured ball or cock.
The way it felt when I stabbed him, I was ninety percent sure it was his nut.
I swore it felt like the thing popped when I stabbed it.
I went to him and got close. I placed my hand on the hilt of the knife protruding from his crotch.
“This is one of my favorite knives. I left the other in your buddy, Robin. I’d hate to lose it, so I think I’ll take it back.” As I said the last word, I jerked it out. I might’ve let it twist as I did. He hollered loud and long.
Holding the knife before me, I studied it and then looked back at Dutton. He was trying to glare at me, but it was hard for him to do. He didn’t have long to live. I had a few more questions.
“I have a few more things to ask you. We can play this game, and I can thrust this into your other nut and even your cock, or you can answer, and you’ll be allowed to pass without additional pain. Which will it be?” I asked.
He remained mute for a few heartbeats, then answered hoarsely, “I’ll answer.”
“Good, boy. Okay, tell me. Are you an Outlaw or a friend of the club?”
“I’m family. My brother is in it. He’ll destroy all of you.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Where is Killer?”
“In Greensboro, as far as I know. Or watching the Fiends’ compound.”
“What does he hope to gain by pretending I’m his old lady and demanding I be given to him? We all know I’m not.”
“That’s not what he said. He told the club that he claimed you, and you agreed, then your dad found out and forced you to leave him. He’s not stopping until he gets you back. If the Fiends play nice, they could see a merger or patch-over happening.”
“The Fiends will never patch over to another club or allow the Black Outlaws into theirs. As for being Killer’s old lady, he’s delusional. He didn’t claim me. Do you see a property cut on me?” I snapped.
“The Black Outlaws don’t just give out property cuts. Those can be removed. They brand their women. Where are you hiding yours?” Dutton challenged.
“They brand them! Oh, fuck no. A tat would be okay if the woman agrees, but a fucking brand. What are they, cattle? Christ, I should stab you for even asking me where mine is.”
“Get this crazy bitch away from me! I told you what you wanted to know. I might be dead, but I’ll go to my eternal rest, knowing all of you will pay. And when Killer gets his hands on you, he’ll teach you your place,” he sneered.
I raised my knife, but I was grabbed from behind and hauled away. I struggled, but my captor had a firm grip on me. I twisted my neck, expecting to see Wrath, but it was Ryder. Wrath was standing back, watching.
“You need to leave, Jalisa. We’ve got work to do,” Wrath said suddenly.
“You can’t send me away now. What work?” I demanded.
“Remember under what conditions you were permitted to come and what you were to do if asked to leave?” he barked. I opened my mouth to argue, but then I shut it. He was right. I did promise. No matter how much I hated it, I couldn’t go back on it.
“Yes, I remember.”
“Good. Dylan, take her to the clubhouse. Find her a room and get her whatever she needs. You need to sleep. You said you’ve been without it for a long time. Rest. We’ll finish up.”
“You have to promise to come and get me before you talk to my dad,” I pleaded.
“Do as I say, and I will.”
It took everything in me to allow my cousin to escort me out.
I detested complying, but I had to admit to myself.
Wrath’s authoritarian manner made me horny.
I didn’t know why. In the past, men talking to me that way got their asses handed to them and kicked to the curb.
When Dad got like that, we fought more. I wouldn’t say that Wrath could get away with it all the time, but something told me that tone would have me submitting to him. I wasn’t sure why.
Exhaustion hit me on the ride back. Dylan didn’t talk.
At the clubhouse, it was deserted. He took me down a hallway and showed me to a crash pad.
I thought it was nicer than the ones I’d seen.
He pointed out the bathroom, and I had one of his shirts to sleep in in record time.
He demanded I sleep and said he was right next door if I needed anything.
I nodded and allowed him to leave. The bed called to me.
I barely had the strength to change out of my clothes and put on his shirt before falling on the bed. I was out in moments.
???
When I woke up, I was confused, and it took me a moment or two to recognize where I was.
As my memory pushed the fogginess away, I groaned and stretched hard.
My whole body ached. Wanting to know what time it was, I glanced over at the clock on the end table by the bed.
It said two o’clock. I sat up, scrambled out of bed, tripped on the blanket, and almost fell on my face.
The sun outside told me it was afternoon. I slept for nine hours.
I ran to the small, attached bathroom. I rushed through, taking a pee, brushing my teeth, and splashing cold water on my face.
Dylan gave me a hairbrush and a ponytail holder last night.
I didn’t want to know where he got the last thing.
Probably some woman he slept with. I knew what bikers were like and the whole hang-arounds and bunnies’ situation.
I wasn’t stupid enough to think he wasn’t screwing any of them. He was a man.
I put my hair in a sloppy braid, then changed into last night’s clothes.
I hated thinking of wearing them again, but as far as I could tell, they didn’t have any blood on them.
Rushing out of the room to find Dylan or someone, I ran into a hard chest. I bounced off it and into the wall.
The breath was momentarily knocked out of me.
Next, hands gripped my upper arms, and I was pulled away from the wall.
Then, a hand slipped behind my back to rub it.
“Hey, sorry about that, sweetness. I didn’t see you until it was too late. Are you alright? Take a deep breath for me,” the giant man said nicely.
As I worked to breathe, I noted a man from last night.
He was a very tall guy, even taller than Wrath.
And like all the Pagans, he was good-looking.
He was smiling at me as he rubbed and gently patted my back.
It was similar to Wrath’s touch last night, but this guy’s touch didn’t elicit the same bodily response.
It was pleasant and soothing, but that was it.
I was about to tell him I was okay, and he could stop, when a snarly voice barked at us.
“What’re you two doing?”
I peeked around the guy’s bulk to find Wrath standing behind him. He was scowling and had his arms crossed. The man didn’t let go. Instead, he turned with me still in his arms. In fact, he pressed me closer to him and raised his eyebrow at his president.
“What does it look like we’re doing, Pres?” he asked.
“It appears that you have your hands all over our guest,” Wrath answered.
The man chuckled. “I guess it does. In that case, I should introduce myself since we’ve been so close. I’m Nomad. And I already know your name, sweetness. Are you okay? Should I take you back to bed? I’ll gladly stay with you if you want.”
The way he said it was suggestive, and the twinkle in his eyes told me he was teasing and maybe trying to tweak his president, but I didn’t know why. The mischievous side of me came out to play. I adored joking around and having fun. And after last night, some fun was in order.
“If you’re not too busy, I’d love for you—”
I didn’t get a chance to finish before Wrath growled and yanked Nomad’s hand away from my back.
Then he got hold of me and firmly removed me from his club brother’s arms. The two of them exchanged some kind of silent communication.
I was about to ask if they were done having a pissing contest or were the measuring tapes coming out when Ryder came strolling down the hallway.
“Everyone’s ready if you are, Pres. Nomad, let’s go.”
“We’re coming,” Wrath said. I was twirled around and guided down the hallway away from the common room. I heard Nomad behind us.
“Where are we going? Why did you let me sleep so long?” I asked Wrath.
“You needed the sleep. I came to check on you a while ago, and you were dead to the world. As for where we’re headed, it’s time to talk to Psycho and the other Fiends. I had Dylan let him know we’d be calling them within the hour. The hour is almost up. I don’t think we want to keep him waiting.”