Taming The Bear: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel (Lucifer's Lair Novel Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  From the line of bikes in front of the building, I would say there was probably about forty or so of them. There’s maybe twenty cars in the parking lot and I can tell that Joe’s rank is the highest because he parks closest to the door.

  Castro, a big man with a crazy beard, throws his arms around me and I try to shrug him off. He smells like engine oil, cheap perfume and nasty whiskey. “Nice to meet you, too,” I manage to squeak out.

  Joe must sense that I’m ready for this to be over because he taps the older man’s shoulder and nods his head towards the warehouse. “I want you to get two prospects out here to carry her shit to my room. I want everything to be left in the suitcases and nothing of hers is to be tampered with. Got it?”

  Castro nods his big round face and then walks off to the warehouse with the girl attached to him. I wouldn’t say that the girl is a slut… But I wouldn’t say she’s a librarian either. Her skirt looks more like a belt and it’s not covering anything. When she turned on her heels, I could see her ass hanging out from under the edges.

  What the fuck am I doing here?

  Joe takes my hand and leads me into the warehouse where I’m met with what looks like a frat party. There’s pool tables pushed off to the side of the main room and lights that are dangling above them. Off to the other side is a big bar that is open on both ends so people can come in and out. I can see that there’s a fridge that has a clear door which showcases all of the alcohol inside of it. And there’s a lot of it.

  There has got to be over fifty people walking around with drinks in their hands and cigarettes hanging from their mouths. Off to the side, there’s a cluster of couches and a bunch of people sitting on them smoking blunts. The smell of weed takes me back to college. Or what I remember from college…

  I was too young to participate in the college experience, but the few parties that I did sneak off to, they were like this.

  Have you ever seen one of those movies where you walk into a room full of noise and then everyone stops talking? It’s like everyone shuts the hell up as if they were talking about you. Yeah, that just happened.

  “Yo, Bear, who’s the new chick?” One of the guys calls out from the couches.

  “Listen up!” Joe shouts out and everyone turns to look at us. He’s got his arm around me and I’m clutching his vest in my hands as if it’s going to ground me.

  At this moment, I began to question if one hundred thousand dollars is worth this shit.

  Everyone turns and looks at us and I smile meekly. “This is my girl, Chantal. She’s going to be staying with me here and she’s off limits. You got me? No one is to fuck with my girl!”

  “Aye!” Everyone chants and then the world picks up again.

  Off to the right of the room, there’s a woman who is just in her thong dancing for this older man on the couch. I’m sure he’s attractive enough to get this attention, but he seems blase about it. Like it’s no big deal.

  I look over to Joe who is watching me take in the scene. “See, it’s not that big of a deal. This is a calm night. Here, let me show you around the clubhouse.”

  I let him take me around to the industrial sized kitchen and big ass table in there. In another room, there’s a big couch and a television that’s mounted on the wall. After going through those two rooms, he leads me past a series of closed doors.

  “Those are the brothers’ rooms. Each patched in brother gets their own room that they maintain.”

  Further down the line, I hear moaning and I stop dead in my tracks as I hear it. I look at him and he smirks at me.

  About three doors down from where we just were, a man is fucking three girls. I stand there fixated as I watch him.

  One of the girls is a blonde and then the other two are fake blondes with bad roots. I wouldn’t say they were pretty or anything and a lot of them had bellies that showed me they had kids.

  The guy, has beautiful ink that is splashed all over his body, is eating out one of the fake blondes as she hovers over his mouth. The other fake blonde is bobbing up and down on his dick. I look at the real blonde who is over the one on the dick and is getting her pussy licked.

  Joe places his hand on my shoulder and pulls me out of the room. One of the fake blondes notices that Joe’s there and begins to put on a show for him. The one that’s hovering over the man on the bed’s mouth, is now grabbing her tits as if she’s offering them to Joe. When that doesn’t give her the attention that she wanted, she sticks her finger in her mouth and then traces it down her body. I almost gag.

  I shake my head and then watch Joe enter the room. “Oakie, keep your flies in the room,” he says to him.

  The guy on the bed, Oakie, doesn’t say anything or acknowledge that Joe even spoke to him.

  “What the hell was that?” I ask him.

  Joe just shrugs and then leads me to the back of the hallway. After about ten or so more doors, we finally meet the one that he opens for me to see inside. “That’s nothing, baby. He’s just havin’ fun. They all have an understandin’ that he’s not going to wife them up.”

  I place my hands on my hips and lean against the door jamb to look at the overly hot guy. “So, you mean to tell me that women just fuck whomever they want?”

  “Well, yeah. So do the guys. It’s not a big deal unless you make it a big deal. Which, let me remind you, you are off limits to all of those assholes out there. You belong with me. Got me?”

  I won’t even lie. Not even attempt to weave some tale about how his possessiveness isn’t turning me on. Nope, I’m not even going to try. My panties are so wet right now, that I might need to change them. “Yeah,” I whisper.

  All of my stuff is in a neat line along the outer wall of the room. I notice that my P.I. stuff is towards the back of the row and I go straight to it to open everything to make sure nothing was messed with.

  Suddenly, I begin to worry about leaving all of my equipment in his room while I’m staying here. “What do I do with my stuff when I’m not in here?” I ask him.

  Joe blurs some more lines and looks at me as if I’m crazy. He walks over to me and places his hands on my hips to pull me back into him. My back crashes into his chest with a little slam, and I breathe in his unique but manly scent. “Everyone knows that my room is off limits to everyone. If anyone touches my shit, I’m chopping off hands.”

  I like the way his hands feel on my hips and I can’t help but move my ass a little against the bulging of his dick. “That’s good because this shit’s really expensive.”

  He says something under his breath and then walks away from me. I can hear him keying something into a computer because of the beeps it’s spouting off. I look around the corner and see his safe that he has hidden in his wall under a painting that he must have got to cover the hole in the wall.

  I walk over to him and stand back as I look at the contents of the safe. The left side is filled with documents and papers that seem to be important. On the right side, there’s stacks upon stacks of money.

  “Holy shit,” I murmur.

  The Bear

  I look over my shoulder and see her eyes as they widen to look in my safe. My safe is just that, I keep all of my personal shit in there in case something happens. I wasn’t lying when I said that my room is my room and people know not to get in there. But that doesn’t mean that people haven’t tried to steal from me.

  Hell, I was almost killed in a bomb that one of my men planted.

  “Chantal, you know it’s rude to look at someone’s safe, right?” I ask her with sarcasm dripping from my voice.

  She quickly snaps out of her daze and spins on her heels to walk back to her equipment. I stand watching her while she takes out hard drives and thumb drives from one of the bags and places it in a locked box that she pulled out of another bag.

  “What is all of that?” I ask her mainly because I’m curious. The little vixen that I’m wanting to fuck the shit out of is handling all sorts of equipment and she should be handling mine. I adjust my dick
in my jeans and make sure she sees me doing it.

  Her pink hair flows against her back when she looks back at me and she pouts a little. “You know it’s rude to look at someone’s equipment, right?”

  That little wench totally used my words against me!

  “Touche.”

  Before I can launch into anymore questions, there is a pounding on my door. I walk over to it after I secure my safe and look through the peephole. I notice that it’s Crow and he’s got a smile on his face. “What do you want?” I call through the door.

  Being that Crow is the oldest brother here, I have a lot of respect for him. He was my dad’s Veep and I know that he felt guilty about my dad’s death. The man has never been married and I doubt that he would ever get married. Crow just likes riding bikes and drinkin’ beer. He’s a good ol’ boy. “Bear, the new talent wants to meet the president.”

  “I’m busy,” I answer.

  I turn back to Chantal who is just in awe over everything that is happening. I can’t believe that she’s taking this so well. She stands up from her spot and looks me up and down. I know that she’s attracted to me and she has got to know that I’m attracted to her as well. What I don’t know is if I can fuck her against the bedroom wall or not.

  In my hands, I’m holding fifty large and I hand it over to Chantal. She looks at the money and then at me. “What the fuck is this?” She doesn’t take the money from me and I can tell that she’s trying to decide if she should or not.

  I decide to make the decision for her and stuff the bills into her hand. My fingers graze along the back of her soft hand and I wonder if the rest of her is this soft. “Half of the money that I owe you. Consider it a good faith payment for the work you’re going to be doing. You’re going to be in here by yourself a lot and I wanted to make sure that you were paid.”

  Her eyes are staring at the bundle of hundred dollar bills that I gave her and she then shakes her head. “Look, I don’t need this much money. Joe, I don’t want you to go…”

  I cut her off because I don’t want her to give me some excuse about how I can’t afford to pay her. “Trust me, I got this. Just do what I hired you to do and we will be all good. Are you ready to go out and meet everyone?”

  Chantal is still staring at the money with big eyes and then she walks over to her lock box. I watch her while she unlocks the box and then pulls out another box with a dial key pad on it. Seems as if I’m not the only one who is paranoid.

  “Actually, do you think you give me a minute? I have to change and all of that.”

  What she’s wearing is fine. I don’t get why she needs to change. “Why?”

  She looks down at her jeans and button down shirt. “I’m a little over dressed,” she smirks at me.

  Ah, she’s thinking about all of those half naked women out there and thinks that is what I like. I walk over to where she’s standing and then I grab her face in between my hands. When she looks at me, I notice that one of her eyes is bigger than the other one, but is just as pretty. “Those hoes out there, are hoes. They are not what I like and you shouldn’t be jealous over them or whatever.”

  Chantal

  I shake my head out of his grasp and then take a deep breath. This is silly! Why should I be jealous over those sluts when I’m nothing more to Joe than a job? Because he’s fucking with my head!

  “All right,” I murmur and then grab my cell out of my purse. “Can you give me a couple of minutes and then I’ll be ready to go.”

  Joe looks as if he is about to argue with me but then I stare him down. I’m so out of my league right now but this is the chance I need to get out from underneath these assholes.

  He turns on his feet and walks out the door. I pull my phone out and tap out a text message to the burner phone that Big Sir gave me to get in touch with him.

  ME: i have the money

  BIG SIR: it’s about fucking time. I want what you owe me plus interest.

  ME: that wasn’t apart of the deal!

  BIG SIR: little girl, you don’t make the rules

  I close my eyes and count to ten. Big Sir was blowing up my phone when we were at the restaurant and I couldn’t respond to him because I don’t want Joe to know that I got in way over my head with these assholes.

  ME: fine. meet me next at the spot and i will give it to you then

  BIG SURF: you better make it worth my time

  ME: five am

  BIG SURF: don’t bring anyone with you

  I knew what he meant when he said that I better make it worth his time. For the past year, he’s been trying to get me to sleep with him to take care of my debt. I don’t want to do that and it disgusts me that he would even fucking ask me to.

  I slip my phone into my back pocket and I walk out of the room to the hallway. Immediately I hit a wall of muscle and I look up to see this guy with squinted eyes and a lazy smile on his face.

  “Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing.”

  Trying to muster up a smile, I stick my hand out but he grabs my shoulders and pulls me in for a hug. “I’m Chantal. I’m here with Joe.”

  The man’s chest rumbles as if I said something funny to him and then he pulls me away from him. “Are you into drugs?”

  “That’s a odd fucking question!” I blurt out and jump out of his grasp.

  “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  The big man with handsome features walks away from me as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. I watch him walk out of the hallway area and I follow behind him.

  The pulsing music changes the beat of my heart as I’m brought into the scene. Surprisingly, there’s two other women who are dancing in their thongs now and they seem to be enjoying the attention. My mind filters back to the three women who were fucking the same guy.

  I don’t think that any of these people have modesty.

  I scan the room until my eyes fall on Joe. When I say fall on Joe, I mean, fall on the woman that is draped over him like a duvet. I stalk towards them and tap her on the shoulder.

  If I’m going to be this biker bitch and gain respect from these people, I’m going to have start playing by outlaw rules. I will not, and I repeat, will not have him disrespect me and let everyone in here think that I’m some fool.

  That’s not how this game is going to go.

  The nasty ass whore that is in my man’s, I mean Joe’s, lap looks up at me with a satisfied smile on her face. “Hey, Pinky. Where’s the Brain?”

  “You’re in my spot.”

  Slut looks as if I didn’t say anything and then continues to cuddle him. Joe raises his eyebrows at me as if he’s daring me to make a scene. Damn right, I’m about to make a big ass scene.

  “Look, bitch. Joe is with me now and you need to get off of his lap.”

  I’ve never been a fighter so this is all new to me. Do I make the first punch or wait for her to punch me? Do I allow her to get away with this and do nothing?

  Slut has a determined look on her face and raises her overly tweezed eyebrows at me. “Pinky, go bother someone else. He’s taken for the night.”

  “I asked you politely the first time,” I warn her and grab a chunk of her hair. She screams out and tries to punch me. I block her fist and then pull her to the ground. “You need to learn to not play with other people’s shit. You got me?” I growled.

  When she didn’t say anything and continues to stare at me like I just did something she never thought I would do, I squat down to the ground and get to her level. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  “Yes,” she squeaks out.

  Joe hops up from his seat and then wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Listen up, boys. This stallion has been saddled. Meet my old lady, Chantal!”

  I didn’t realize that there was such an audience until I looked up from the slut on the floor and saw all of the guys clapping and hollering.

  “Hey, Chantal!” They all chant out.

  I wave lazily and then hide my face into his shirt. “Oh my god, I’m so em
barrassed,” I whisper.

  Joe places his other hand on my chin and lifts my face so I could look at him. “You did fantastic.” Before I say anything, he swoops in and kisses my lips.

  The first brush of his lips, set my blood on fire and I brought myself closer to him. Heat begins to pool in the pit of my stomach and the warmth is spread throughout my whole body. I couldn’t get close enough. He coaxes my lips open so he could dip his tongue into my mouth and I moaned a little as he did it. Joe holds my hips close to him and pushes his hard dick against my center.