Finding Me: Dominant Devils Book Three

by H. M. Stewart

  “Hey, Breezy…you okay? I’ve been having a one-sided conversation for the last five fucking minutes. Are you daydreaming again, love,” Tank asked snapping me back into reality?

  I quickly pulled myself together to join in on his banter. “Something like that buddy. You good or you need another Miller,” I said to my walking wet dream. I took a moment to stare at the man before me. Just one look at him, and you would know why they call him “Tank.” He stands at least six feet four with a broad chest and shoulders. His arms are thick and muscular along with legs the size of tree trunks. Even with his massive size, he carries himself like sex on a stick. He always keeps his deep brown hair cut nice and tight, and his purple eyes with the high cheekbones are enough to make every woman in town stop in their tracks and take notice. Not long ago I swear I saw one of the women that had been eyeing him up, faint after he flashed her that panty-dropping smile I pretend he reserves just for me. I mean a girl can wish, right?

  “Baby girl, you really should stop thinking impure thoughts while you’re at work. I mean, what you think your bosses would think if they caught you,” Tank said flashing that dag-on smile again. I think he knows it throws me off kilter.

  “I think I’m safe, being you’re the only one of my bosses that seem to notice,” I said throwing what I hoped was a sexy smile back at him. “Enough about my daydreaming, do you need something? Henry’s trying to wave me down. Looks like he needs a refill again.”

  “I’m straight, babe. I just came over to check in with ya and to let ya know that Prez has spoken. The girls are cut off for the night. They're already out on the dance floor acting out the latest episode of skin-a-max. If they keep going like that there’ll probably be some nudity involved and that never goes over very well,” Tank said laughing through the last part.

  At his words, I turned my head to scan the dance floor, and sure enough, I quickly saw what he was describing. Avery had Romy bent over in front of her grinding on her backside while pulling her hair. To the right of them, Izzy and Athena were grinding up against Wall trying to get him to dance, leaving poor Zeus to fend off being climbed by a very drunk Carrin and Madison as she was trying to get all up on him from behind. I busted out laughing at the antics of the girls. Those girls were nuts. Damn if part of me didn’t wish I could be more like them, though. I want to be the one who went out and got drunk with their friends and danced like a lunatic, only to wake up the next morning with a hangover from hell.

  I turned back to a laughing Tank and let him know that I would cut the girls off before I made my way down to the end of the bar to get old man Henry fixed up with another tall boy. I kept myself busy yelling over my shoulder to respond to the jokes Tank and Blaze were cracking at the end of the bar. I turned to tell them one I had heard the night before from one of the locals only to find them missing. Making a quick scan of the bar, I saw everyone from the club heading out the door in a rush. Something wasn’t right for them to be taking off like that. Tank and most of the guys wouldn’t take off without saying something to me unless something was wrong. I made my way from behind the bar to find Bobo. He would know what was going on or, so I thought. After a quick conversation with the bouncer, he informed me not to be too worried. Things like that happen all the time with the club. Even with his reassurance my mind still wasn’t sold.

  Tank

  I must say when the idea of taking the women out in public was first mentioned to me I was skeptical. I wasn’t sold that using a night on the town with the women of the club would draw any of the fucking cowards out, but then again what the hell could it hurt. There were enough of us to split between the compound and the house leaving most of us to serve as bodyguards when we went to the bar for a few hours. Plus, it meant I’d have a few hours to flirt shamelessly with the rocking brunette who never fails to put me in my place.

  I know I should just leave her alone, but something in me just won’t let me. I know a girl like Bree deserves so much better than a fuck up like me that would only end up hurting her. I wasn’t the most thoughtful guy, nor have I ever tried being faithful. It was better just to place that girl in the friend zone, yet it seems I always find my ass flocking to her whenever she’s around. I haven’t even stuck my dick in her yet, and yet I’m drawn to the bitch like a moth to a flame. If I had my shit together like Axle, Zeus or even any of the old heads I’d snatch her up quick, fast, and in a hurry, but I don’t, so I won’t.

  Just because I’m not going to snatch her up and anchor her to me doesn’t mean that I don’t feel my chest tighten every time I see some asshole talk to her. Hell, little does she know I took the liberty a few weeks back to defend her honor. A couple of weeks ago, some asshole passing through town got a little too handsy for my taste while she waited on him at the bar. I’ll give her props, though; she handled him like a champ and didn’t let the drunk rattle her when she had to push him off her a few times with a smile. She didn’t even know I was there to see it. It was one of those nights, which I’ve had several times since our little episode in the office, where I slip in through the employee entrance of the bar and hide myself in the back corner booth to watch her flit around like a damn fairy between the customers. If the asshole had tried anything further, I would have beaten his ass inside the bar instead of following him out to his truck to take care of business in the parking lot. After the beating I delivered to him, I’m sure the scruffy mother fucker won’t be putting his hands on Bree ever again.

  Now here I sit watching her like the stalker I’ve let myself become while she pours drinks and bullshits with the locals at the bar. I can feel my dick starting to rise while I sit at one of the tables just watching her sway that luscious ass of hers while moving from customer to customer. The more I watch her, the more painful it’s getting to sit. Just as I start adjusting myself, my brother walks up and calls me out on it.

  “That foxy brunette causing that little dick of yours to come alive, brother,” Throttle asked with a smart-ass grin on his face?

  “For a minute, there, I thought you were talking to me, asshole, but we all know I ain’t got no little dick, so it must be some else,” I answered my brother looking around as if he should be talking shut to someone else.

  “I don’t know what size your dick is now, dipshit. Last time I saw that fucker was when mom used to put us in the bath together when we were little, and it was a tiny little thing then,” he says with a laugh before giving me more shut. “Either way, you're still over here playing with yourself while you watch Bree like some creepy mother fucker.”

  “What the fuck ever! If you were sitting here watching that fat ass of hers bounce, you’d be sporting wood too, asshole. Better yet, I take that back! I better not see you staring at her ass, or I’ll break your fucking neck,” I said trying to blow it off as nothing.

  “Yeah, uh-huh. I’d like to see you try, but then again, I’d have to give you a reason to try. I admit that curvy bitch is fine as hell, but we both know there’s only one bitch that I’d sit in the background to stare at like a piece of meat. If that tiny little redhead caught me she’d have my balls,” Throttle said referring to his infatuation with Romy. Why the fuck my brother hides that shit was beyond me. I think I’m the only one other than Happy that even has a clue my brother has it bad for the club’s little munchkin. It might have something to do with the fact that Ghost would fuck him up in a heartbeat if he even thought of a possibility with Romy. Out of all the old heads, Ghost was the most vicious when it came to someone snooping around his girls. Those two redheaded princesses themselves were a force to be reckoned with, let alone the hot-headed brother of theirs or their silent but deadly Poppa.

  “Until you’re ready to air the shit you got for Romy keep my thoughts of Bree out of it. We both know that neither one of us is good enough for either of those two. Don’t mean we gotta stop looking or fantasizing about them,” I threw back at Throttle.

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right, fucker. Either way, get your shit under cont
rol cuz I’m getting ready to send ya up to your latest fantasy with a message. Axle says he wants her to cut the girls off at ten thirty. I’d tell her ten. That way when the girls manage to con another round out of her she’s still under the curfew the Prez has set for them. Don’t need your little foxy mouse getting into trouble over those heathens,” my brother says with a laugh.

  “I feel ya. I was planning on headed up to get a beer anyway,” I told Throttle as I slowly got up from my seat.

  “You weren’t worried bout a damn beer. You’ve been sucking on that Pepsi since we got here. You just want to get her all worked up, so she’s blushing again. I got to hand it to her, though. Your usual charms don’t seem to faze her much anymore. Looks like she’s caught on to all of your lines, brother; might be time for some new material man.” I didn’t even respond to his last statement because it was the truth. It was all-the-more reason why I needed to keep her in the friend zone.

  Little did I know after delivering my message to Breezy all hell was about to break loose.

  Bree

  After watching my friends rush out of the bar, I went about my work for the next hour or so with an uneasy feeling something wasn’t right. It only got worse when I heard Hawk storm through the door and address the bar. “I’M SORRY EVERYONE BUT WE NEED TO CLOSE THIS PLACE DOWN FOR THE NIGHT. Y'ALL GOT FIFTEEN MINUTES TO SETTLE YOUR TAB, CALL A CAB AND GET THE FUCK OUT!”

  Ok, that was unexpected. I’ve never heard of the bar closing early, nor have I ever heard anyone talk to the customers that way. I guess they didn’t have too much to worry about being this was the only bar in town, but still.

  For the next twenty minutes, I cashed out everyone’s tab and wished them a good night with a smile on my face. That smile was killing me because I was panicking on the inside. I was literally going insane. As soon as the last customer walked out the door, I yelled at the top of my lungs, “WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” I quickly covered my mouth after the words spilled out. I wasn’t one to cuss, yet it just came out that way.

  I guess I shocked the three men that were left in the room with me by my words because it took a minute before Hawk answered me. “Darling, don’t be afraid. We’ve got you, and it’s probably nothing for any of us to worry about. There were a couple of alarms that triggered back at the compound, and the Prez just doesn’t want to take any chances. I came back to help close-up the bar and see you home. Let’s get this mess straighten up, and we can all be on our way.”

  His words again did nothing to put my mind at ease. I just nodded and went to clean off the bar. With shaky hands, I wiped down the bar and collected the leftover cups to carry back to the dishwasher. I was on the schedule to open tomorrow again so I would come in a few minutes early to unload it. I’ve been working every Sunday for the last month due to something with the club, which meant the women weren’t filling in as usual. I didn’t complain, though. The extra money came in handy with having to buy a fifty-pound bag of dog food a week to keep Diesel happy. I swear I spend more money on his food than my own and he isn’t even five months old yet. God help me when he’s full-grown.

  I finished cleaning up the bar after I loaded and started the dishwasher. Hawk was messing with the register while Bobo was putting the chairs on the tables, so the prospect Dylan could sweep. I noticed the bags of trash waiting to go out back, so I asked Hawk if he wanted me to take them out while he was finishing up.

  “Leave those there, darling; we’ll get them in a minute. The boys are almost done, and we all can walk out together. The bikes aren’t far from the dumpster anyway,” Hawk answered me.

  I sat there for a few more minutes letting my mind race with thoughts of what could be going on. I wasn’t privy to the dealings with the club, but I know things have been a little on edge for the last few months. Axle’s family trucking company had a truck stolen a few months back, so I wondered, if maybe, whoever did that would be gunning for the bar. I hadn’t the slightest clue. The only thing I did know was I wanted out of here tonight. I was ready to get out of this place and unwind with a glass of wine.

  I went to tell Hawk I would just take the trash out when I heard him on the phone having a hushed conversation. Not wanting to bother him I grabbed both bags of trash and drug them outside. The sooner I was out of here and back nestled in my apartment the better. My plan was to take the trash out then grab my stuff and head home while they stayed to finish whatever else needed to be done. It seemed like a good idea at first, but I quickly started second-guessing myself.

  As soon as I stepped out the back door, I felt the hair on my skin stand up straight. I had a bad feeling in my gut that someone was watching me. I tried to move as quickly as I could with two overloaded bags full of bottles and cans. I was starting to freak out and was about to leave the damn bags in the middle of the parking lot when I heard the voice that had me stopping dead in my tracks.

  “Well look at what we have here boys. It looks like we won’t be trashing that stupid fucking bar tonight. I think we’ll just take our frustration out on one of their club whores,” the guy who looked familiar said.

  “Sounds like a fucking blast man. I haven’t had my dick wet since we were sent out here to help your ass,” his nasty looking accomplice said before I turned to run. I didn’t get very far before three sets of hands grabbed me to drag me behind the dumpster into the darkness. One guy was holding my arms out over my head and another stretched my legs holding them flat while the third guy, the one who looked familiar, was straddling my body pawing at my clothes.

  “I should have taken you when I was playing these dumb fucks. I know you’ve given it up to that fucker, Tank, and probably the rest of those assholes you dirty whore. You're nothing but a club whore, just like your momma was,” the guy on top of me was spitting out at me. “First things first bitch, this shirt has got to go so I can see those big-ass tits you always try to keep stuffed back. You’re such a fucking tease, just like that bitch of a mom you’ve got.”

  While he was spitting those words at me, I heard the material of my shirt ripping in two. I was numb. I needed to scream. I needed to stop shaking like a damn leaf and do whatever I had to do to get away from these guys, but my fear had me frozen in place. That was until I saw the knife he pulled out and felt the coldness of the steel blade on my skin. That’s when I flipped out, trying to buck him off me as he cut the fabric of my bra letting my breast spring free.

  With my size 40 DD breast on display, the guy on top of me dropped the knife and began hitting me in the face with his closed hand trying to make me cooperate. The more I moved, the more punishment he delivered. It hurt; oh, my God did it hurt. It didn’t take long before I couldn’t move. Even after the pain left me unmoving below him, he continued to wail at my face.

  “That’s right you, dirty little bitch. You’ll get more of this before your time is done. You better get used to this shit,” the guy chanted while throwing his fist in my face. As I lay there taking the blows, he was delivering, something in me clicked. I couldn’t move because of the pain, but I could open my mouth and scream bloody Mary. The jukebox was off when I came outside so I’m sure I could get loud enough for someone to hear me.

  I let out what I wanted to be a blood-curdling scream only to have my attacker forgo wailing on my face to choke me out. When he wrapped his massive hands around my throat, the noise was cut off. I lie there with my arms and legs restrained while some psycho was on sitting on chest choking the life out of me. This was it. This was how I was going to die.

  “Take the slut’s underwear off and stuff her jaws with them. Two birds one stone. The bitch stays quiet, and we get to fuck her every which way from Sunday,” the asshole choking me told his buddy. “We’ll each get a turn with this bitch, boys. Hell, we might as well just fuck her at the same time. She’s got plenty of holes to fill.”

  I felt the douche at my feet let my legs go as he ripped my jeans and panties down my legs. I waited until he got my one leg
out of my jeans before I struck. The asshole was still straddling me trying to get my panties off when kicked with everything I had in me, nailing him right between the legs. With my attackers distracted by their buddy lying on the ground[HC1], I felt the grip on my neck loosened up enough for a scream to rip through, sending all three of them into a panic. The guy holding my arms let go and jumped up to collect his buddy on the ground while the guy on top of me squeezed my face and gave me one final threat.

  “This isn’t over with, bitch. I’ll be back to finish you off; believe that. I’ll make sure to have that fucker, Tank, strapped to a chair so he can watch me wreck you. I’ll show that pussy mother fucker what it means to man up and take what the fuck you want.” Then he was off me, running after the other two into the woods. I kept screaming until a few seconds later I was being scooped up into big muscular arms. I was still screaming and clawing before a familiar voice calmed me.

  “It’s okay Breezy; I’m here now. No one’s gonna hurt ya, sweetheart. Bobo’s gonna get you some help, babe,” my large friend said, trying to calm me. I was safe, thank God. I buried my head in Bobo’s chest and cried. I cried while I listened to the conversations going on around me.

  “Bobo, I can’t get Axel on the phone. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on at the clubhouse, so we’ve gotta take her over to Carrin’s. I need you to load her up into your truck and follow me. Dylan will be at your rear, and we’re not fucking stopping until we pull into the driveway, you feel me,” I heard Hawk say.

  “Got it, fucker! Now let’s get the fuck out of here and get her checked out. I hoped to fucking Christ those fuckers didn’t do what I think they did. The boys are gonna be out for fucking blood on this one, and I want the fuck in,” Bobo said while running with me in his arms. He laid me on his back seat before covering me with one of his jackets before jumping in the driver’s seat. The short ride seemed like an eternity as I stayed curled up in the tightest ball I could. When we stopped, I could barely hear the muffled voices outside when I was startled by the door to the truck being thrown open.