The Don's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance

by Sophia Hampton

  It was a good thing he’d eaten that monstrous omelet a while ago although he probably burned off most of those calories with the force of the orgasm he’d had afterward. There was just something about Emma, and until he found out what it was that kept her in his mind, he was going to do his best to figure her and this whole situation out.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Emma was rattled and that was so unlike her. An air of confidence—that was what she always tried to put forth. Although—to some—she’d come off like a cold bitch, that was how she made it through her life. She didn’t like to break the rules, and her mouth—while witty—was also brutally honest. However, honest was something she didn’t feel like she was being now. No one had come out and asked point blank where she was or who she was with; but, she felt watched and judged since she hit the front door.

  “It looks like everyone is here so we’re going to start the meeting.” Joe Burgundy stood in front of a packed room—with all eyes on him. She felt better knowing that at least people had something better to look at and think about beside her.

  The meeting started, as he went over some things he thought the club girls should know about him and some of the things he wanted for them and the club. Emma didn’t miss that her friend, Tricia, sat beside him, staring up at him like he’d created high heels and good times. That pairing must have happened last night. Damn—a woman couldn’t go out for five minutes without missing all the juicy bits of information. She decided it would probably be good if she paid attention to what the man was saying since she had missed the beginning and now he had his eyes on her.

  “One of the greatest compliments is to be chosen to be someone’s ‘Old Lady,’” Joe said, and the room erupted in clapping and cheers from both the men and women. This meeting was going to pair couples? It wasn’t usually done like this to her knowledge, but Joe was new. Plus, he’d changed so many things already, what was one more? Emma looked around to see who the lucky couple was going to be, trying to be excited about this little ritual but really just wanting to see Rafe again.

  “Who got chosen?” One of the guys in the back asked loudly over the commotion.

  “Well, it looks like Mark ‘The Hammer’ Spencer has chosen Emma Walsh,” Joe said, and Emma shook her head a bit to clear it. Had he said what she thought he said? That didn’t seem possible. There was usually some discussion before the whole thing took place. It wasn’t like she had that much of a say, but it usually wasn’t just yelled out like Bingo in the middle of the room with one of the parties being totally unaware.

  The crowd probably roared, but all she could hear was the loud pounding of her heart in her ears. How could this have happened? And why now?

  “Come on up here,” Joe called out to both of them. Emma only hoped she could walk up there without falling down or fainting. She really wasn’t a fainting type of woman—because she knew to take what life dished out and keep it moving—but she didn’t want to be with Mark. How could this happen right when she’d made a true connection with another man? Maybe there was something she could do about this? She didn’t know that much about Mark except from what others had said. He’d kept to himself when he wasn’t the leader and didn’t have much to do with the club girls unless he wanted his dick sucked or a quick fuck. He definitely wasn’t the talking-type, so she could only hope that he was reasonable.

  She’d made it to the front of the room around the same time Mark had, and she stood next to him. Was she surprised that he’d claimed her? No. He’d graced her bed often since she’d been here. He wasn’t the most pleasant when it came to having sex, but she hadn’t had the negative experiences she’d heard from other girls. The other thing was he didn’t produce the passion and sparks like the ones she’d received from just one kiss of Rafe’s. Sex with Mark was just…eh…that was the only rating she had for it.

  “What do we say about this union?” Joe asked the crowd that hadn’t ever really died down. The cheer of approval was deafening, and she wanted to do something to stop this before it got out of hand.

  She turned to Joe and tapped him on the shoulder. He leaned over to put his ear close to her mouth. “I need to think about this,” she said, waiting to see what his response would be. His face didn’t change, but she could see the spark of anger in his eyes. It didn’t look like reasonable was the emotion of the day.

  “What?” A stern look grew, as he realized what she said. The expression on Joe’s face should have been an indication to do what she’d done before—suck it up and move on—but, she said it again and watched his face turn bright red.

  “Hold on everybody. We need to take a break,” Joe said to the crowd. Then, he turned to both of them. “Follow me.”

  He led them out of the huge room that could accommodate everyone and into his large office where he offered Mark a seat and turned, glaring at Emma. “I didn’t think I’d have to tell you that being chosen for one member is something of an accolade and should be taken with pride. It is your duty to do as you are instructed by your leader—which is me. So, I’m confused at what you need to think about.” He was leaning on his desk, glaring at her as she stood in the middle of the room like a disobedient school girl.

  Emma knew that this wasn’t going to be as easy as she’d thought it would be. She’d been hoping she’d be given a small amount of time to figure out what she was doing before she got sucked further into the club. She’d been thinking of leaving, and although she didn’t know how that was going to happen now that she was supposedly attached, it would make it doubly hard to do what she’d planned on doing.

  “I didn’t mean any disrespect, Joe. This is just a little fast for me.” Emma tried for the innocent and helpless look, hoping that would spark something deep inside him.

  “This isn’t fast, honey. You’ve been with us for a good while now.” He looked at Mark every once in a while like he was showing his solidarity with his Reaper brother. The writing was on the wall, and it looked like she wasn’t going to have a chance to plead her case at all—unless she just took it. If that’s what she had to do, then she would.

  “I realize that, but I don’t really know all that much about Mark.” She tried to come up with reasons she didn’t want this but knew from the look on Joe’s face he didn’t give two fucks about what she was saying. He’d made a demand, and all he could see was she was disobeying him.

  “Are you saying you haven’t fucked Mark?”

  “No. I’m not saying that, but fucking someone doesn’t mean I know them very well. I fucked you, too.”

  Joe snickered and shook his head before speaking to Mark. “You picked a live one. I’ll tell you that.” He turned to Emma. “This is true, but you realize that you have a duty and obligation to this club. That means we reserve the right to offer you to a well-established club member who wants to have you for their own. You couldn’t do better than Mark. He’s one of our top moneymakers.”

  “I’m not putting Mark down. I realize that he is very important to the Headless Reapers, but I just wanted a little time to think about it.”

  “Well, you can think about it as it’s happening—because when we go back out to the club house floor, you are going to accept Mark as your Old Man.” He glared at her like he dared her to say another word, and she knew that she could have walked on water at that point and he still wouldn’t be willing to hear what she had to say.

  Emma glanced at Mark and wondered what was going on in his mind. He had a slight smirk on his face but didn’t look menacing any more. She was going to plead her case a bit more. Opening her mouth to start again, she was stopped by Mark putting up his hand towards her like he wanted her to stop.

  “Emma, I think you should take what’s offered because if not then we need to discuss where you were last night and who you were with. You made the whole club look like a joke because we couldn’t find you. It was like you disappeared, but you didn’t disappear. Did you? Here you are, right as rain, and we all look like we can’t control the
Reaper women.”

  “So what this is…a punishment?” Emma knew there was going to be repercussions for her actions last night, but she didn’t know it was going to come so swiftly or be so dramatic. There had to be something that could be done.

  “Look at Mark. Does he look like a punishment to you? He’s actually come to me several times about making you exclusively his, but I’ve held off. Now, I realize that there may be something to keeping you occupied. Mark is one of our top members, and there are lots of women who wish they were in your shoes.” Joe stood up and put his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, looking at her like he didn’t understand what was going through her head.

  “They can have my shoes. I’d like to keep the old ones I had on yesterday.” Emma was trying to remain calm, but this was one of the reasons she’d stopped wanting to be a part of the club. It was like she was property. An old cow, a rusty tractor, or beat up equipment was what she was in the eyes of their president. If she was lucky, she’d be considered one of the guns that they sold or something else that was valuable, but she felt dispensable. That wasn’t a feeling she was used to or liked.

  “You are disrespecting both Mark and myself. You have known this was a possibility ever since you came here, swishing your tail around, letting us guys get a few tastes of your honey, and then acting cold and distant. It was bound to happen. You’ve gotten free room, board, and the opportunity to live it up like the rest of the club girls. That comes with a price. Loyalty to the club means you meet its expectations. The expectation now, in case you weren’t aware, is that you join up with Mark and make nice.” His calm exterior had broken, and it was clear that this man didn’t give two shits about her or her desires. A club member wanted her and a club member’s Old Lady is what she was supposed to become.

  She knew he was right, but that didn’t mean she liked it. Feisty and quick witted, she’d grown up a lot in this club, and she wasn’t the same person who she was when she’d pledged her allegiance. She was thinking as hard and fast, but she was coming up blank when it came to how to get herself out of this hot water. Emma also knew that it was hard to get out of the club and most women, like the men, either went to jail or were killed. Neither of those options were ones she wanted to consider at this time.

  “Are you ready to go back out and accept Mark in front of the club?” Joe walked toward her ominously, and she knew that she had to do what she had to do…for now.

  “Yes,” she said, knowing she sounded defeated, but she’d be damned if she would smile over being practically threatened.

  “Great.” Joe beamed at her and walked toward Mark, as the man stood up. Joe patted Mark on the back, all while eyeballing Emma with a warning in his eyes. She knew better than to tempt fate, but she hoped she’d have a chance to talk to Rafe right after this. Maybe he could think of something that would save her. She knew that he was one who didn’t seem to care about the women he was with for much longer than the moments he was with them; but, she felt like she was different. She hoped so anyway. He was looking like her one and only chance.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  They walked back to the big room, and the silence in the room was deafening. How was it possible for all these people to be in a room and not make any noise? They were probably trying to hear what was going on in the other room, but they had to know better than that. The room was sound proof. He could have shot her in there and they’d be none the wiser.

  Joe stood in front of the room and waited for both Emma and Mark to stand behind him. She took a moment to look at the mean-looking face that would soon be claiming her. He returned her gaze, but she couldn’t see any emotion cross his face. Not anger, pride, humiliation, or disgust. Nothing was there, just a blank mask. He neither smiled nor glared at her, just regarding her like someone who didn’t mean much to him except as a purchase that he’d acquired.

  Just yesterday, she wouldn’t have been that upset about this whole situation. Well, she may have but she wouldn’t have been as upset as she was now. She knew Mark was one of the big dogs in the club and was highly sought after in terms of the club girls and their affections; but, there was just something about just being handed off to someone like a fatted cow that rubbed her the wrong way. At least it did today.

  “Emma has agreed to join with Mark. You know what that means fellas? She is now off the market.” The collective groans and boos almost made her smile at their silliness, but she didn’t feel silly…she felt like screaming. Joe turned around and looked at both of them while offerings of congratulations rang out from the crowd.

  “Tonight, we go out and celebrate,” Joe continued, ignoring the fact that her face looked like she’d swallowed a bucket full of lemon juice, and turned back to face the crowd. “Let’s take this party to Schaffer’s Tavern.”

  They would go to a place she’d always loved. The little bar was a violence-free zone, and all the motorcycle clubs respected that. It was probably her favorite place because she had seen Rafael in that bar a few times before last night. The clubs usually stayed away from each other. Plus, there were even two separate bars in the same space, so everyone was together…yet not.

  When she pulled herself out of the cloud she’d been trying to escape into, she noticed the room had emptied quickly. A few men stopped by to congratulate Mark and a few of the women did the same for her. She felt like a stuffed animal without the stuffing. She sat down in a chair feeling limp, without substance, and unworthy of sitting prettily on a shelf.

  “You comin’, doll face,” Mark said. She looked up at him—for the first time wondering why this was the first thing he’d said the whole day.

  “I need to freshen up a bit, and then I’ll join you over there.” She needed a breather. A little time away from him and a moment to call Rafe to let him know what had happened. It wouldn’t take long she just needed to get away from Mark for a few minutes.

  His look was more controlling than she’d seen from him previously, and she wondered if he’d just been reigning himself in when he was with her prior to now. “That’s alright. I’ll wait. I want to make sure we make an entrance together.” The ugly sneer was on in full force, and she remembered the stories she’d heard about him enjoying a bloody fight and his penchant for causing pain. It had been hard to believe when the other girls told her that because he wasn’t that way with her. He’d been reserved and somewhat polite. She’d often felt bad that she didn’t have much fun with him, but there was something about him that just struck her wrong.

  “Just give me a minute.” She stood up to get to her room on the premise that she was going to freshen up quickly.

  “I can come with you. I’d like to relax a bit before we meet up with everyone, and my cock knocking on the back of your throat sounds like a great way to relax.” Mark rubbed his cock through his pants like he was already imagining shoving himself into her mouth. She could only stare at his choice of words. Far from a prude—and even a fan of dirty talk in the right circumstances—his vulgar language threw her off for a minute.

  She changed her mind about freshening up—because it seemed like if she was anywhere near a bed she’d find herself fucked. Plus, they’d get to the party late and obviously coupled. She wanted to hold off on that for as long as possible. “On the other hand, we should probably meet up with everyone now since they’re waiting.”

  “They can wait for me to get sucked off by your pretty mouth. Everyone knows how well you can use your mouth. You’ve used it on me a few times. It won’t take long to get me off, baby, because I’ve been thinking about you being just mine for a long time. We won’t take long. As soon as I get you on your knees and your mouth opens, you’ll be eating cum as I finish in your mouth. Just thinking about poking your wet pussy whenever and however I want has me so hard I will probably come in seconds.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his deep red and throbbing cock out through the opening.

  “I don’t want to suck you off here, Mark. What if someone comes in?” She knew th
at was a dumb thing to say before it even left her mouth. There were very few people around, and if they were seen, it really wouldn’t have been a big deal. However, she just didn’t know what else to say to stop him.

  “Then, they’ll get to see a great show.” He pulled her up from the chair, placing one hand on her breast and the other on her head, holding it steady so he could plunge his tongue deep into her mouth.

  She tried to concentrate on not gagging or throwing up, but the kiss was so disgusting she wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to hold back. His cock was like steel, and he stood pumping his hips into the air, trying to knock into her with his member while he pulled and twisted her nipple through her shirt. It wasn’t the sweet sting of sexy pain but the real kind, and she wondered if he were trying to pull her nipples clean off.