The Devils Fighter (The Devils Soldiers mc)

by Cilla Lee

  “So,” Tink says, looking at me “you like Scythe” I look at her and shake my head. “Oh, please I see the way you look at him without looking at him.”

  “It's complicated,” I tell her

  “What's complicated, his boy parts go into your girl parts, and everyone has fun” I laugh so hard Zoey spits her soda out and that Lena sits up fast

  “What?... What's going on?” Lena says, but I smile

  “Tink, I'm a Brother now... Brothers can't fuck.”

  “Is that in the rules?” she asks, but I look at her

  “No”

  “So, why not boink” I laugh again

  “Did you just say boink?” Zoey says, and we all smile

  “Yes, that's what people do” I shake my head at her and rest my head back against the chair “Boink,” I say with my eyes close

  “Who's boinkin’?” a deep voice says and I look up to see Sinner

  “Widow and Scythe,” Tink says

  “TINK!!” I say, but she just smiles

  “What?”

  “Come on baby, I wanna fuck,” Sinner says, and he pulls her up, I look at Zoey, and she blushes making me smile

  “Night” I yell as they walk off Sinner carrying Tink in his arms “so Niya tells me you’re going off to college soon” Zoey looks at me rolling her eyes.

  “Yeah, next year, I just turned seventeen she just can’t come to terms with me leaving” I look at her.

  “What are you going to study?”

  “Mechanical Engineering” I look at her.

  “Damn is that what you want?” she smiles

  “Yeah, I love all that sort of thing” I nod a little impressed.

  “So, no boyfriend then,” I ask her wiggling my eyebrows at her

  “No, no boyfriend.”

  “Anyone you like,” I ask, and she blushes

  “No,” she says, but nods her head, giving herself away

  “Let me guess, he’s one of the guys” I motion my head towards the clubhouse she bites her lip “So! Who is he then?” I ask her, and she takes a drink

  “It’s no one plus, I’m seventeen so…. He only sees me as a teenager,” she keeps rambling as her blush gets redder

  “Ok Zoey no need to tell me,” I tell her, and she sits leans back and relaxes

  “Widow”

  “Yeah”

  “Please don’t say anything… you know” I smile

  “My lips are sealed Zoey I promise.”

  “Thanks”

  *

  It’s about an hour later, and Lena and Zoey have gone to bed, I sit there and close my eyes the last few days catching up with me.

  Chapter Twenty

  Scythe

  I knew the second I pulled Summer to me, I did it to hurt her, but when I kissed Summer, there was no goin’ back. I’d seen the hurt in her eyes, but as usual, it was a fleetin’ look, the way Preacher talk about why she was getting her Cut pissed me off, I fuckin’ worked hard for mine, and even though she fought for hers it just didn't feel right to me. I spent four-fuckin' years in Prison for the club, and they just hand her one (fuck that). After she left the room I had to pound somethin’ I dragged Summer to my room and made her suck me off, I thought at one stage she was gonna pass out with the way I was fuckin’ her mouth. When I came, I pulled her up and ate her pussy out until she was beggin’ me to stop, but my dick was hard again, I flipped her over and fucked her as hard as I could. “God that was good,” she said out of breath tryin’ to kiss me, but I just got up and went into the bathroom. I stayed under there for so long the water went cold.

  “Scythe are you coming out,” she asked through the door.

  “Yeah, give me a minute.”

  I stared at myself in the mirror (you fuckin’ dickhead) I berated myself over and over. By the time I came back into the main room, the party had been cranked up people were fuckin’ in the open with Brothers standin’ around watchin’ the show. Then I saw her, my dick instantly became hard again, fuck she looked good eatable gorgeous and fuckin’ hot. My dick screamin’ at me to go over and fuck her, I watched as she sat there my jaw achin’ from grindin’ my teeth. Her fuckin’ outfit had me hard, but fuckin’ pissed all the Brother’s checkin’ her out.

  I wanted to go over and see where that chain went below her belly button, but Summer wrapped herself around me. But I couldn't take my eyes off of her, as I walked over to the bar sittin' down pullin’ Summer to me and makin’ out with her again (what the fuck are you doing). I berate myself again, Summer moanin’ over and over grindin’ her pussy on my leg and everything in me is tellin’ me to push her off. But I didn’t because I was a stubborn idiot.

  Boogie and her were sittin’ watchin’ the Brother’s play pool when she got up almost trippin’ over, Boogie grabbin’ her before she fell. But when she leant down and kissed his cheek, I swear my eyes flashed red. I watch as she walks straight past me not even lookin’ in my direction, I wanted to reach out and grab her, but I don't. I keep my hands-on Summer's ass, the moment she's out of sight. I stand up and make my way to the pool tables, sittin' in the seat she was sittin’ in. The moment she comes back into the room, I looked up, Lilly walks up to her, and they stand there talkin’ and smilin’. Her perfect tits just sittin’ up waitin for my mouth, Lilly walks to the bar, and she follows her out the side door where I know all the women sit. I felt a little tension leave me knowin’ she's not upstairs fuckin’ one of my Brothers (hello fuckhead she's a Brother now).

  “Who's the shot for?” I ask Boogie

  “Widow,” he says, and I pick it up and down it.

  “You ok,” Summer asks me, and I just nod.

  “So! What's the problem you've got with Widow getting her Cut?” Boogie asks me, I look at him shakin' my head, I can't believe that he wouldn't have a problem with it. “She hasn't earned it,” I tell him

  “The fuck you say!” Boogie says, and I look at him, his face expression tellin’ me to either shut the fuck up or be ready for a fight. “Well,” he says as I push Summer off me, she's served her purpose

  “Go on darlin’ have fun,” I tell her.

  “I was having fun with you.”

  “And now we're not... go,” she walks off, but looks back at me, but I focus on Boogie again.

  “She was what a Prospect for seven days how is that earnin’ it,” he shakes his head at me.

  “You don't know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about,” he says sounding annoyed.

  “Who doesn't know what?” Hawk asks, sittin’ next to Boogie

  “This fuckhead thinks Widow didn't earn her Cut” Hawk looks at me.

  “What?” he says, his face the same as Boogie's

  “She fuckin’ had it for a week! How the fuck did she earn it?”

  “Look Scythe, I know you’re a Brother, and that's the only reason you're still breathin' after sayin’ shit like that about Widow, but she’s fuckin’ earned it the hard way.”

  “She was a fuckin’ Prospect for a week!” I say again.

  “Officially yeah, but she's done her time with the club man, she's even fuckin’ bled for the club, so fuckin’ know what you’re talkin’ about before you open your mouth again.”

  “What the fuck do you mean, she's bled for the club?”

  “Look, man, do you think that Preacher just gave her that Cut” I shrug my shoulders.

  “How do you think she even became a Prospect?”

  “How?” I ask curiously now that they're all fucked off at me

  “She needed Thirteen votes to be a Prospect.”

  “How did she get the votes?” if he says she slept with any of them, I'm not gonna be fuckin’ happy

  “Markers, favors whatever it took but she got them all” is all he says

  “Markers and favors,” I repeat, and he nods.

  “Yeah”

  “How did she earn Markers?”

  “Workin’ for the club,” he says, and I look at him.

  “How did you owe her?” I as
k him

  “She took a bullet for me,” he tells me.

  “Saved my life,” Radar says comin’ into the conversation.

  “So, she called in all her markers,”

  “How'd she get Preachers vote?” I ask them.

  “She made me a deal,” Preacher says walkin’ in with Razor.

  “A deal.”

  “A deal I couldn't pass up,” he tells me.

  “Like,” I ask, but he smiles tappin’ his nose.

  “What about you?" I ask Sniper.

  “Fuckin’ threatened to rat me out to the Old Lady” we all laugh.

  “She's fuckin’ earned it Brother trust me, fuckin’ ten times over she's earned it probably more than some” I sit back listenin' as they tell stories about Widow, the good and the bad. Sniper's face pales when Hawk tells the story of the way she got his Marker. I watch as each one of them show me a piece of who Widow is and how they all have trust, faith and respect for the woman I dissed because I'm a fuckin’ asshole.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Widow Maker

  I woke to hushed voices keeping my eyes closed, the voices got closer, and I knew it was Hawk and Boogie, I hear a swooshing noise, knowing that they just put shaving cream or whipped cream on my hand. I feel something touch my nose, and I lift my hand like I'm going to swipe it away, but I sit up smacking Hawk right in the face Boogie laughing. “Told ya it wouldn't work fuckhead,” he says, slapping Hawk on the back of the head, but Hawk grabs me rubbing the cream all over me, and I smell the cologne in the cream, so I know it's shaving cream.

  “You, asshole” I yell, but he keeps rubbing my face and neck with his head, I laugh trying to push him off of me. When were both covered in cream he sits down next to me as Boogie goes back into the clubhouse laughing at the both of us

  “What ya doin’ out here?”

  “Was hanging with the Old Ladies” I tell him

  “Where are they all?” he asks looking around.

  “Went to bed, they have to get up early to cook you, assholes breakfast,” he grabs me, putting me in a headlock, and I push him away again.

  “Fuck off dickhead!... you're messing my hair up,” he lets me go, laughing.

  “Come on, let’s drink more,” he says, holding out his hand.

  “No man I'm tired.”

  “Fuck no! I'm still sort of sober and you're still ugly, when you're sexy as fuck then we can stop” I punch him in the arm, and he stands up “Come on” he pulls me up, and we walk back into the main room. People are still partying, and I see Summer sitting on one of the guys from Arizona's lap looking around to see where Scythe is. He's still over by the pool tables playing Knuckle, and the second I look, I see him staring at me. Hawk puts his arms over my shoulders, dragging me to the bar.

  “Come on ugly,” he says, as we head to the nearest stools.

  “Give this Brother a shot,” he tells the Prospect, and I smile (a Brother, god that sounds weird but good). We have a couple of shots and Hawk looks at me again, he looks at me with one eye than the other going back and forth between the two.

  “Are you having a stroke?” I ask him

  “No, but you’re startin’ to look good.”

  “Fuckhead,” I say smiling at him, but he just laughs.

  “Come on let me beat you in pool.”

  “Pass,” I tell him

  “Come on.”

  “No, I'm not in the mood, I might just go to bed.”

  “Is it because of Scythe.”

  “Why the fuck would you say that?”

  “I don't know.”

  “You don't know,” he shrugs his shoulder, I shake my head at him, but look over at the pool tables, and Scythe is staring at me still with that pissed off look “That prick insulted me in front of everyone,” I say feeling pissed off.

  “I know.”

  “Then what the fuck are you defending him for?”

  “We set him straight,” he says, and I look at him again.

  “Who set him straight.”

  “All of us.”

  “All of you” I repeat, and he nods, I ball my fist, “I can take care of myself, Hawk.”

  “I know.”

  “Do you.”

  “Yes”

  “You know what, fuck this!” I reach over the bar grabbing a bottle of tequila and walking towards the stairs.

  “Widow!” he yells after me, but I give him the finger.

  “Fuck off Hawk” I yell at him.

  I slam the room door, taking my Cut off and hang it on the hook; I lay on the bed bottle in hand. I toe my boots off and shimmy out of my jeans, popping the lid off with my teeth and taking a big swig, the burn making me wince. “Fucking Hawk,” I say to the empty room, there's a knock at the door, and I see a shadow standing there “Fuck off!” I yell out

  “Widow” Scythe says, and I roll my eyes taking another huge swig (defiantly not in the mood to talk to that asshole)

  “I said fuck off!” I can see that he's still standing there.

  “Widow open the door” I take another drink, ignoring him, he knocks on the door again.

  “Scythe if you don't step away from my door, I'm gonna put a bullet through the fucking thing” he bangs harder.

  “Open the fuckin’ door!” I jump up swinging the door open, and he looks down at the tiny black lace g-string I have on that hides nothing

  “I said fuck off!” I watch as he swallows looking down at my legs “hello earth to Scythe,” I say waving my hand in front of him.

  “Fuck Widow” I step back and go to close the door, I'm so not into this right now. He grabs the door, stopping me from closing it and pushes it open making me step back more.

  “Scythe get the fuck out, I'm not in the mood for your shit,” I tell him.

  He stands there not saying anything, so I go over and sit on the bed swigging the tequila again.

  “Look, Widow, I'm sorry ok I jumped to conclusions, and I'm sorry,” I take another drink just looking at him (If I keep drinking I'll pass out before I do something stupid) “Widow.”

  “Fine you can leave now,” I tell him, as he narrows his eyes at me.

  “Is that it, you’re not going to say anything else” I shake my head.

  “Nope” I take another drink.

  “I said I was sorry,” I nod.

  “I heard you,” he stands there looking at me, and I keep my expression emotionless.

  “Your real cold you know that”

  “So, I've been told.”

  He turns to leave, and everything in me wants me to jump up and stop him, but my stubbornness won't let me. I slam the door shut, laying back, as a tear sliding down my cheek (emotions make you weak, emotions make you weak) I repeat over and over.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Scythe

  “You strike out,” Sniper asks me as I come back into the room.

  “Your daughter is one tough nut to crack Brother.”

  “Brother if she was easy, do you think she'd be worth it,” he says slappin’ me on the back and pullin’ me to the bar, I sit there with him drinkin’ my beer, then I look at him.

  “Why'd ya do it, man?”

  “Do what?”

  “Turn her into... you know that!”

  “What? Someone who can look out for herself”

  “Man, she's a fuckin’ heartless machine” Sniper laughs.

  “I know I went a bit too far with her, but I've brought my kids up, so they know how to defend themselves. Every parent’s worst nightmare is somethin’ happin’ to them, fuck man watchin’ her go on her first date, go to the prom, drive a fuckin’ car and her bike for the first time was fuckin’ hard. I brought her up tough, so I know when it's my time to go her and Justin can look after themselves”

  “She's just so fuckin’ stubborn man,” he smiles.