by Erin Osborne
“I had nowhere else to go. A friend of mine brought me there one night and I just kind of stayed. It was easy to hide. I talked to Playboy and he gave me a room after explaining everything a house bunny did. Instead of fucking the guys, I cooked and cleaned. Until you took me to your bed.”
“Why didn’t you have anywhere else to go?” he asks, picking up on the one piece of information I didn’t want him to have.
“My ex kicked me out after I lost our baby. He beat me until I miscarried it. Afterward, he kicked me out, saying I fucked up his life and plans. I had no clue what the hell he was talking about. My mom died when I was a little girl and my dad took off. I stayed in my house until one of the neighbors called CPS. My aunt took me in and raised me until I turned eighteen. She didn’t have the resources to take care of Patience and me, but she did the best she could. Then I found the club,” I say.
Slim doesn’t say anything for a minute. He takes in my tear-stained cheeks and pulls me into his embrace. I let him hold me for a minute before I push him away, the same way he’s always pushed me away.
“Slim, you’ve never once given me a piece of yourself. Right now is the most that I’ve ever heard about your past. I’ve been there and tried to be a part of your life. You’ve shown me for three years that it’s not what you wanted. What you wanted was for me to be in your bed to fuck whenever you felt the need. Other than that, I was no better than the rest of the house bunnies. Nothing has changed.”
“Everythin’ has changed. Part of the reason I pushed you away was so no one could use you as a target to get to me. But the other reason is that you’re too fuckin’ young for me. Shy, you’re what, a year older than my daughter? I didn’t feel right. I don’t know what the fuck changed my opinion. Maybe it was Tank tellin’ me that Playboy and Maddie don’t give a fuck as long as I’m happy. All I know is that when I heard you were hurt, I’ve never been so scared in my life. I knew then and there that I was done pushin’ you away and I will do whatever I have to in order to prove that to you,” he says, wiping the last of the tears from my face. “Now, we’re gonna work every fuckin’ day on this. But I need you to move out of here. It’s not safe here for you.”
“I can’t leave my cousin here, Slim. She’s pregnant and doesn’t need to be around the clubhouse. Patience is vulnerable and the last thing she needs to be around right now is a bunch of guys. She’s just learning about the club and how involved I was with you guys,” I tell him.
“Then we’ll give her the option to stay here. I’ll make sure the Prospects are on the house and her all day, every day. You are not negotiable though. I’m not takin’ any chances with your safety,” he says, lowering his voice so I know he’s serious.
“If I come back, I’m movin’ into my old room. I’m not stayin’ with you,” I say, looking at him so he can tell that my decision is final.
“You’re not goin’ to the clubhouse. You’re goin’ to my house,” he says.
“Your what? I didn’t know you have a house. This just proves my point.”
“I didn’t have a house when you were there. I just bought it. It’s out in the middle of nowhere and no one will be able to find you there,” he says.
“You can’t guarantee that.”
“Yes, I can. It’s on the backside of the club’s property. The only way to get to it is through the back road once you're inside the gate of the clubhouse. The house sits just past where the old fence line was. Now, the club owns another fifty acres and we’ve expanded the fence to include my house. You’ll be able to go to the clubhouse whenever you want, but that’s it. Everywhere else you’ll have a man on you.”
“I don’t know about this, Slim. Look at where we’ve been. And now you want me to up and move in with you? It’s crazy as fuck,” I say.
“Shy, I’ve wasted too much time with you already. If I had my way, you’d already be at my house with a ring on your finger. And I’d be workin’ on knockin’ you the fuck up. But, I’m givin’ you a little time to get used to that shit. It’s all gonna fuckin' happen though,” he says.
I shake my head at the words coming from this man’s mouth. There is no way in hell I’m following along with his plan. I doubt we’ll be able to last a day or two without wanting to kill one another.
Before I can say another word, Slim’s mouth is on mine. I sit rigidly in his arms for a minute before I finally cave and let him in. A tremor flows through my body at the contact just from kissing this man. I’m truly fucked.
Slim’s hands run up my side and stop just below my breasts. I move my body, trying to get him to slide them up further, but he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he lowers me to the bed, never breaking contact with my mouth.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I realize this is going to happen at his pace and there’s nothing I can do about it. Slim won’t make a move until he’s ready to do it. So, I lay back and enjoy the feeling of his mouth on mine, of our tongues tangling together and trying to fight for dominance of the kiss.
Slim lays down over me, giving me his weight as we continue to kiss. Finally breaking away from my mouth, he peppers kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I arch my head back so he has better access to my skin.
I dig my nails into Slim’s shoulders after we pause long enough to tear his shirt over his head. He’s still wearing his jeans and the fabric scrapes against my sensitive skin with our movement. It seems like every nerve-ending and part of my body is extra sensitive as I have the man I love back in my arms.
He moves from my neck down to my chest and pulls a hardened nipple in his mouth. I arch my back as goosebumps break out over my skin and shoot straight to my center. A moan escapes me as the short beard that Slim’s been keeping drags across the valley between my boobs.
“Slim, I need you,” I mutter, knowing this isn’t enough.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Slim lifts his body slightly so he can look at me. There’s no hesitation in my lust-filled eyes. I slide my arms between our bodies and begin to undo his belt and jeans. I don’t have to worry about underwear getting in the way because he never wears them.
As soon as the zipper is lowered, I reach one hand inside his jeans and wrap it around his hard length. A hiss leaves his lips as I slowly slide my hand up and down his cock. His eyes glaze over with lust and he lowers my head to capture my lips again.
Lifting his hips, I help him lower his jeans just enough for him to slide inside my pussy. Once he’s fully seated inside my body, we both moan. For a minute, he remains still, the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing.
I lift my hips to let him know that I’m ready for him to move. Slim sets a quick and hard pace that he knows will drive me over the edge. Once I figure out his movements, I let my body take over and begin to meet him thrust for thrust. I add a swivel to my hips that ensures another hiss leaves his lips at the same time I moan.
My body is beginning to tighten as my orgasm builds. I want to hang on and savor the feelings running through me, but with little warning, I fly over the edge of the cliff and yell out Slim’s name. He continues to pull out of my body before slamming back in for a few more minutes before I feel his body begin to shake and tighten above me. With one final thrust, Slim stills within me as he hollers out my name.
I wrap my arms around Slim’s body and pull him down into me. As his weight settles on me, he rolls to the side so he doesn’t crush me. His bottom arm wraps around me while he uses his other arm to slide up and down my side. We settle into one another’s bodies as we begin to catch our breath.
Just as I’m about to fall asleep, Slim kisses me on the temple. “I need you to come with me, Shy. I can’t explain the need I have to protect you, but it’s there and the best way for me to do that is to bring you home with me. Shy, you know I care about you more than I have about anyone in a long time.”
“I have to talk with Patience before I decide anything. If she’s n
ot comfortable being here alone, then I’ll have to stay with her. She has no one else here,” I say, giving him the best answer I can right now.
Slim nods his head and kisses the back of my neck as I settle closer into his body. Sleep claims me and I let it for a few hours before I go back to work tonight.
Chapter Fourteen
Slim
SHY THINKS SHE’S going back to work tonight, but that’s not gonna happen. We have a plan set up to try to catch the man that attacked her and I don’t want her anywhere close to Allure while it’s going down. So, I’ve talked her into spending her last night with Patience so I can catch up on club business.
We’ve spent the day in bed and gotten to know one another again. I didn’t get up until the last possible second and I was still pushing it. After eating dinner with Shy and her cousin, I made my way to Allure so we could put our plan in motion.
Playboy reviewed the footage that Fox pulled up and realized the guy that attacked Shy was a regular at the club. He’s never been violent with the girls before. Not until he decided to put his hands on my woman. Now, he’ll face my wrath and be dealt the consequences of putting his hands on something that doesn’t belong to him.
When I pull into the parking lot of Allure, every man from the club is here. They’re all waiting outside toward the back of the parking lot. The only one that isn’t outside is Playboy. It wouldn’t look right if he weren’t inside taking care of business, so we all agreed that he’d be inside when we walked through.
“Dead man walkin’ is already inside,” Fox lets me know as soon as I have my bike parked.
“Let’s go. I want to get back to Shy before too long,” I say. “Gonna need some help tomorrow, by the way. Shy’s movin’ to my place.”
All the guys nod their heads to let me know they’ll be there. That’s the thing with the Phantom Bastards— no matter how much we fight and argue amongst ourselves, we always have one another’s backs when it comes down to it. They’ll be there for me just like I’ll always be there for every single one of them.
Walking into Allure, I glance around the room. Customers fill every single table. They’re watching whoever is on stage, watching her routine. She’s captivating them with the movement of her body. Playboy is sitting at the bar, looking out over the customers. As soon as I glance at him, he nods his head in the direction of the man we’re looking for.
The man that we’re after is sitting just beyond the table that’s always reserved for anyone in the club who shows up. His attention is on the stage where Annie’s currently dancing. She’s moving her body like a contortionist and I know a few of the single guys have tried to get with her, but no one has ever had any luck.
The dumb fuck is so into the show, he doesn’t pay attention when I sit down next to him. It’s not until I slam my hand on the table, spilling his drink all over him, that he finally tears his gaze away from the stage. He’s pissed and I’m waiting for him to open his fucking mouth right now.
“What the fuck? You got a death wish?” he asks, not realizing just who I am yet.
“Do you? Seems to me that you like puttin’ your fuckin’ hands on people that you have no business fuckin’ touchin’. Now, if I were to go to your house and show your wife what a real man was, what do you think you’d do about that?” I ask.
“Go ahead. That fat cow can’t satisfy a fucking dog let alone me.”
“Really. Alex, why don’t you go show his wife a good time. We’ve all seen how gorgeous she is. You want a turn with her, go take it,” I say, giving the Prospect the green light for a fuck. He takes off quicker than shit. “Now, your first mistake was takin’ advantage of your wife. Thinkin’ that she’s the problem when it’s your limp dick that can’t satisfy her. Not to mention that you can’t give her what she truly wants, a baby. We know all about you, Tad. That wasn’t your biggest mistake though. No. That was puttin’ your hands on my woman when she refused to give you a lap dance. My son has talked to the girls here and no one wants to give you a dance. Not when you try to take what they don’t want to give you.”
“Those sluts are all lying,” he says, letting the first glimpse of fear enter his eyes.
“No, you’re the one that’s lyin’. So, we’re gonna take a little walk. If you make a fuckin’ scene, your beatin’ will be even worse. Do you understand me?”
“I’ll call the cops,” he says.
“You won’t be walkin’ out of here, bitch,” Wood says.
I pull Tad up from his chair and shove him toward the same hallway where he first thought it was okay to touch Shy. The pitiful man in front of me is whimpering already and I haven’t even fucking touched him yet. He’s gonna be one of them that cry and piss his pants before this is all said and done. Fuck! I hate that type of man.
Playboy is standing toward the end of the hallway. He’s got the door that leads down to the basement open and I watch him shove Tad through the opening. He lands on his hands and knees, his head dropped, and his whimpers growing louder. Tad seems to be realizing that no one is going to come to his defense here. Not when Allure is our club and the customers we have are loyal as fuck.
Killer and Wood walk past me and pick the pathetic piece of shit up and drag him down the stairs. He tries to plead with the men as I follow them down. My men aren’t even listening to him as they tie him to a chair and stand behind him.
I don’t have all of our tools here, but I have what I need. There’s a small tray set up with knives, pliers, a hammer, and other random things. I have my brass knuckles in my pocket too. Though, I don’t want to use them on this asshole.
“Please! I didn’t know she was involved with the club. All I wanted was a lap dance from the new dancer,” he pleads.
“It doesn’t matter. You still touched someone that worked for the club and my woman. You’re gonna have to suffer the consequences of your actions.”
I don’t give the fucker another chance to talk. My fist lands on his jaw to shut him the fuck up. He’s a whiny bitch and there’s no reason for him to be trying to plead his case to me. Tad doesn’t realize that I’m his judge, jury, and executioner. And I find him guilty as hell.
I continue to rain down hit after hit until his face is a bloody mess. The men of my club stand against the wall and remain quiet as I take my rage out on Tad. Not a single one of them is going to stand in my face or stop the punishment he is getting right now.
When I’ve taken care of his face and made sure he’s not going to utter a single word, I take a cigarette out of my pack and light it up. He can sit there and realize what’s still to come.
Once I’ve let the asshat in the chair stew a little more, I crush my cigarette out under my boot and stalk back over to Tad. He watches me come at him like an animal waiting for its enemy to strike.
His eyes are round and look as if they’re ready to pop out of his head. Tad’s mouth is hanging open with spit and vomit dripping from the corner of his mouth. Honestly, he’s the most pathetic excuse of a human being I’ve seen in a long time. And that’s saying something.
“Now, I’m gonna end this real quick because I’ve got shit to do that actually matters,” I say, picking up a knife off the table.
“I won’t do it ever again,” he mutters, his voice muffled with the swelling and pain he’s currently in.
“It’s too late for you. No one’s gonna miss your weak, pathetic ass,” I say.
I ram the knife down into his thigh, relishing the screams that erupt from him. Sliding the knife out with a twist, I begin to make several cuts all over his body. It’s not long before Tad pisses himself. Again.
My men begin to laugh, further making the man sitting before me feel like a piece of shit. I’m over being cooped up in this room with him, so I take the knife and place it at Tad’s throat.
“Say hello to the devil when you get to Hell,” I say, dragging the knife across his neck from one ear to the other.
I turn and walk away from Tad and the rest of my brothers
. They’ll take care of the body while I go up and shower in Playboy’s office. We don’t usually keep clothes here at Allure, but a few of us made sure that Playboy brought some in just for today.
As soon as I’m done with my shower, I leave Allure, pull out of the parking lot, and make my way to Shy’s house. It’s the only place I want to be right now. I need her more than I need air to breathe.
I don’t ever get a break it seems. Now that the Tad situation is over with, we have a rival club after us, threatening our families instead of manning up and coming after the men of the Phantom Bastards. And, we still have the problem of Collette to handle. She’s obviously working with another club and is trying to stay a step ahead of us. She’ll fuck up sooner or later though and we’ll be there when she does.
Chapter Fifteen
Shy
TODAY’S THE DAY I leave my quaint little house behind and move in with Slim. I’ve always dreamed about living with him and being with him as more than just his plaything. But I never really thought it would happen. Not with the way he constantly held me at arm’s length.
Patience and I talked about the move after Slim left yesterday to take care of business or whatever he was doing. I’m worried about leaving her alone in the house, but she’s assured me she’ll be fine. She’s going to work on finding a job and getting ready for the baby to be here.
I can’t believe that in a little over a month my baby cousin will be a mom. Patience has worked so hard to get her shit together since finding out she was pregnant. Now, she’s making strides every day to get herself where she wants to be. I can’t wait to watch her embrace motherhood and get everything she wants in life.
