Liam (Devil Souls MC Book 4)

by LeAnn Ashers

  One thing I will never doubt is his love for me. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve someone like him, but I thank God every single day that I have him.

  I feel him at my entrance, and I push back as he pushes in all the way to the hilt. I groan and push back harder, circling my hips. His fingers are tight around my hips, controlling our movements.

  He slides out and back in, slowly. My whole body shivers at the pure pleasure. “Feel good, Baby?” he asks, his hand rubbing my ass cheek, down to my clit, which he pinches.

  My whole body jolts. I clench around him, and that is when he lets loose, giving me all he has, pounding into me hard. His hips slam against me with every thrust.

  I clutch the sheet, biting it as I try not to scream. His hand slides up my back, then into my hair. I look back and he grabs my hair, turning my head so I’m looking at him.

  His eyes bore into mine, and he slams home, our hips twisting, and his free hand rolls my clit. My eyes roll back into my head, and I come hard around his dick, my whole body shaking with the aftershocks.

  He comes right along with me, and I fall face first onto the bed, breathing hard. Liam pushes my hair out of my face, and he slowly pulls out of me and settles down beside me, pulling me onto his chest.

  “Love you, Liam.”

  He smiles, kissing my cheek. “I love you too, my love.”

  11

  Paisley

  “Get your hands off of her, Liam, before I shoot your ass,” Dad says for the tenth time since we have walked into the house.

  “Dad, he is just touching my shoulder.”

  His eyes widen like I am the crazy one. “So what, he is touching you.” His fists are clenched on top of the table.

  Liam’s hand drifts from my shoulder and down my arm, and he smiles at my father. He is doing it on purpose, that little fucker. My father’s face reddens. Liam isn’t making it better, that’s for sure. I hear Kayla laughing from the kitchen, and I know that she is eavesdropping.

  We have finished eating, but Liam is eating his third helping of dessert. I pick up my plate and leave them to their own devices.

  Kayla is leaning against the counter, her hand pressed against her mouth, trying to hold in her laughter. She looks at me, tears falling from her eyes. I laugh at her, and she drops her hand and lets her laughter out. “I love every minute of this, your dad always likes to tease me that my boy will have a girlfriend someday.”

  Kayla has become a mother figure to me. She came into my life when I was nineteen, and we just clicked from the beginning. My father never had a girlfriend until I was out of the house and on my own.

  Kayla was blind when I first met her. She had surgery to correct the problem with her eyes, and now she can see. When was she was blind, she was really independent. She wanted to do everything on her own.

  In the end she was the best thing that ever happened to my father. I have never seen him happier.

  Kayla smiles at me. “Your father just loves you, and you’re his baby girl. He can’t help but feel this way.”

  “I know why he feels this way. He is my daddy, and I love him. I want him to get along with Liam. I want us to be a huge family. Liam is not going anywhere.”

  “You’ve been in love with him so long, and he has been in love with you too. You’re what everyone strives for—you’re what love is.”

  I smile happily at her kind words, and I walk over and hug her tightly. She gives the kind of hugs that only a mother can give.

  “They have been awful quiet, we better check on them,” Kayla says and we walk back into the dining room.

  Liam

  Paisley walks into the kitchen with Kayla, and I look at Torch, who is staring holes through me. He gets up; then I feel the gun pressed to the back of my head. “I should kill you for touching her.”

  I set the fork down on my plate. “Motherfucker, you have two seconds to get that off the back of my head, before I make you eat it.”

  Torch doesn’t move for a second, and before I can stand up, he takes the gun away. I look at him. “Torch, you can do whatever the fuck you want with me, but she is my woman. I love her, you can’t take her away.”

  Torch stares at me for a few beats. “She is my daughter,” he says and falls back into his seat, staring at me.

  I push my plate away. “I know she is your daughter. I have to admit that if I had a daughter I would be doing the same thing, if not worse. I love your daughter, man, and I will take care of her. She will always be your daughter, but she is my woman.”

  Torch stares at me for a few beats and then sinks further into his chair. He is giving in. This shit needed to end. I am tired of the fucker trying to kill me.

  He gets the last word in. “Take care of her or you die.”

  I laugh. I don’t blame him one bit because I am sure I would be the same way if I had a daughter. Especially if she looked anything like Paisley. I am not sure I would be as nice as Torch, and the fucker has given me hell. I would probably kill the guy, to be honest.

  The girls walk into the room, and they look at me and Torch. I guess they’re wondering if they missed anything. Paisley’s phone starts ringing and she answers.

  “Hey Vanessa!” Her face drops as she talks on the phone. I get out of my chair and walk over to her.

  “I am on my way.” Paisley hangs up, and I touch her side to get her attention. “Vanessa’s dad showed up and beat her up. Tyler is on a rampage.”

  Fuck.

  “Let’s go.” I take her hand and pull her out of the house while she yells “goodbye” over her shoulder.

  We get to Vanessa’s and go into her house. I gasp immediately at the sight of her face, my stomach sinking.

  It’s in bad shape. Her lip is busted and bleeding. Her cheekbone is split, along with her eyebrow, and the rest of her is bruised and covered in blood. Tyler is sitting beside her, holding her, but her face is pointed in my direction. He looks at us, pissed off beyond belief. I don’t blame him. My blood is boiling. I take out my phone and call Shaylin because if you’re in the mood to beat some ass she is the one to call.

  “Hello?”

  “Vanessa’s dad came to visit her, and he beat her up, want to go beat some ass?” I smile at the sound of her running through the house.

  “Fuck yeah, I am getting the girls together. Meet you at the club in an hour.” She hangs up. Vanessa is staring at me in utter shock.

  I sit down beside her, taking her hand. Her nails are torn from hitting him back. The fucker has always liked to beat up on his kids, and it is time for him to learn his lesson.

  I look at Tyler. “You will get your turn once I have my fun. Vanessa needs to go to the hospital. He will be at the club waiting on you.”

  He smiles. Liam presses his hand on my shoulder, and I look up to see him grinning at me evilly. It’s time for some fun. We girls let the men handle a lot of shit, but when it’s personal, we band together and give back tenfold.

  Vanessa has tears running down her face.

  “Why don’t you come stay with me and Liam for a while?”

  She shakes her head and looks at Tyler.

  “She is staying with me from now fucking on.” His voice is deep with anger.

  Vanessa pushes her hair out of her face, her hands shaking badly. “He wanted money and I didn’t have any cash on me,” she whispers, looking down at the rug.

  Tyler grinds his jaws together, his head turned away from her so she doesn’t see. I hate her father. He is a mean fucker who has done nothing but make her life a living hell. “He will never bother you again, we will make sure of it.”

  She smiles at me weakly. She is the most humble and sweetest person I have ever met. She is the kind of person who would take off her shoes and give them to a homeless person. I have seen it with my own eyes. To see this happen to her is heartbreaking.

  I get off the couch, bend down, and hug her gently. “I will get your revenge,” I whisper in her ear and she nods, squeezing my hand. Liam in
tertwines his fingers with mine, and we walk out to the truck and Liam helps me inside. I look through the window of Vanessa’s house to see her crying into Tyler’s chest. It breaks my heart all over again.

  Liam gets in the truck and looks through the window with me. “I don’t understand how a man can put his hands on a woman, let alone his own daughter.” Liam shakes his head. “Baby, there are some fucked-up people in this world who have no heart.”

  He starts the truck and leaves for the club.

  “I am going to have some fun.” I grin into the darkness. I am not the most violent person, but I am very protective of those I care about.

  “He will get his, Baby.”

  Yes, he will.

  Paisley

  The fucker is in the bar the club owns, drinking and having the best time of his life. The girls and I walk over to him.

  The guys did not let us go alone, but they are hanging back. It’s a just in case thing, but they won’t be needed.

  “Hey,” I say to Vanessa’s dad.

  He turns around, and his eyes light up at the sight of me. Vomit crawls up the back of my throat. “Well, aren’t you pretty.”

  I smile at him and slip on my steel knuckles. “Yeah? You think so?”

  He licks his lips, nodding.

  “Well, I don’t think you’re pretty, not one bit. Maybe I can help you.”

  His eyes widen in confusion right before I slam my fist right into his mouth. His head swings back. He holds his mouth, finally noticing the rest of the girls. “Who the fuck are you, all of you?”

  “Your worst fucking nightmare. Vanessa is the property of the Devil Souls, and this is your punishment,” I inform him as Shaylin brings her bat down on his knee, grinning ear-to-ear. The sound of the bone breaking radiates through the room. She is Smiley’s daughter, that is for sure.

  Jean laughs and Tases the fucker right between the legs. His face reddens, veins sticking out on the side of his neck, before he hits the floor, screaming.

  Jean laughs loudly and high fives all the girls. I join in, still pissed off that this happened to Vanessa. It makes me sick that someone thinks they can put their hands on a woman, let alone their child. I don’t understand, I will never understand, why anyone would hurt someone they are supposed to care about. The thought of saying anything mean to Liam breaks my heart.

  I stare down at the man who, hours before, beat his daughter badly because she didn’t give him money. He is a waste of space.

  I hear the guys laughing behind us, watching in pure delight. These are guys you don’t want to fuck with. I learned that from an early age. But never once have they raised their voices to me or been mean to me; they are my family. They have protected me and babysat me and my best friends. We had sleepovers. The MC president, Kyle, had tea parties with me. He would kill me if I told anyone that though. I give Kyle a smile, which he returns. He is a mean fucker, that is for sure, but I have seen his soft side. A soft side that many haven’t seen. Butcher took me to the park and played Barbies with me. Now all of these men have families of their own, and I know they are the best.

  Especially my dad; he is the best dad. I may not have had a mom, but he filled the role as best he could. When I started my period and was scared out of my mind, he bought me what I needed, dried my tears, and babied me.

  When I was sick, he slept on the couch with me, holding me all night long just in case I needed him. He taught me how to ride a bike and shoot a gun, and he is my best friend. I hate that he was so torn up because of Liam, but I also know that, deep down, he likes Liam.

  “I am sorry!” Vanessa’s dad cries out. I tear my gaze from my dad, who is staring right back at me.

  I bend down, looking Vanessa’s dad right in the face. “Sorry doesn’t mean anything, are you sorry we are hurting you or that you hurt your daughter?”

  He stares at me, anger replacing his fear, and he sits up quickly and wraps his hand around my throat. His fingers squeeze hard, and I grip his forearm, trying to tear his hand away. Arms band around my waist and Liam is there, punching the guy hard in the face.

  Vanessa’s father lets go and falls back against the floor. I gasp loudly, trying to catch my breath. Kayla looks at me, her eyes filled with absolute horror, and touches my throat.

  “I am okay.”

  Liam

  Rage. Rage hits me hard at the sight of the fucker with his hands wrapped around her throat and the panic and pain on her face.

  Torch wraps his arm around her waist, and I punch the fucker hard in the face. He hits the ground hard, hitting his head, and Shaylin puts her foot on his throat, stopping him from getting back up.

  Paisley is holding her throat. After Kayla steps back, I put my hands on her face. “Baby, you hurt?”

  She shakes her head. “I am okay.” She falls forward, her head hitting the middle of my chest. I look over my shoulder at the guys. They pick the guy up off the floor and drag him out of the bar.

  “Kick his ass for me.” She smiles at me.

  “You don’t have to fucking ask.” I wink and I feel someone staring at me. It is her father, looking fucking torn. I can tell he wants to be the one to comfort her right now.

  She follows my gaze and sees her father. I drop my arms and she goes straight to him. She was his life for years and years, until Kayla came into his life, and he’s having a hard time letting go.

  If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t be so fucking nice. My daughter will never have a boyfriend. She will be my baby forever.

  Tyler shows up a couple of hours later with Vanessa. He settles her down on the couch, and the ladies start fussing over her immediately. Paisley is looking at her, worried, Vanessa looks like she is still in shock. Tyler walks over to me, his fists clenched at his sides.

  “She has a mild concussion—but, besides that, just bruising. She is quiet, man, why the fuck would someone hurt her like that? She is the sweetest person I have ever met.” He looks torn into a million fucking pieces.

  Tyler is a tough son of a bitch. He has been from the moment I met him all of those years ago. He never had a lot of good in his life until Vanessa gave him a small slice of it.

  Then the fucker came along and damaged that.

  I understand that, because of Paisley. She is my life, and the thought of someone hurting her kills my fucking soul.

  Vanessa’s father wrapped his hands around her throat, and I saw the split second of fear on her face. That shit haunts my dreams. My childhood never keeps me up at night, but the sight of her fear, the look on her face when she was burned, and the weeks it took her to get better—that shit killed me. I wanted to take her pain away and make it my own. My woman should never feel pain like that.

  She is my Paisley.

  Tyler walks back to the interrogation room, where the rest of the guys wait. “The fucker choked Paisley, I need a piece too.”

  Tyler nods immediately. He will get the kill.

  We walk into the room. The guy’s arms are above his head, in chains. I have been in this room many times before, and our target is always in the same position.

  I was trained in interrogation. I was sent off once I hit eighteen and learned everything I needed to know to get information that could save the club. It is what I did in the SEALs. This is what I fucking do. Today I’m not getting information. I am beating someone’s ass.

  The guy looks at us. His face is pale and sweat is pouring down his face. This fucker is a piece of shit, the worst kind of man in the entire world, the kind who hurts a woman, even his own fucking kid.

  His face goes snow white at the sight of me walking toward him. I take down his right hand. The same hand that choked Paisley. It is grimy, soiled with all kinds of nasty shit that I don’t want to think about. He tries to wrench his hand away, but I hold on tight.

  “You think you can choke my woman and get away with it?” I ask him.

  His whole body is shaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt her.” His voice is shaking right along with his bod
y.

  I smile. “Yeah, well that shit doesn’t matter anyway.” I grab his fingers and press them back slowly. Farther and farther. His screams pierce the room, and I grin. Then I hear the popping sound of all of his fingers breaking, and his screams grow louder.

  I wrap my hands around his wrist and wrench it to the side, breaking it right along with his fingers.

  “Watch your shoe, Liam,” Kyle says and I look down. Wetness is pooling at his feet. The fucker pissed himself.

  I bring up my knee and break his elbow. His face falls forward as he passes out. His whole body is hanging by one hand.

  I step back and Tyler brings a bucket of water and splashes it in his face. He wakes up with a start and looks down at his mangled hand.

  Tyler steps in front of him, rolling his shoulder. “Vanessa is my woman, you have hurt her for the last fucking time, and don’t think I don’t know what you did to her when she was little.”

  Tyler looks behind him. “This shit does not leave this room. I was about to track him down, but the fucker came here and did this shit. The fucker likes to touch little girls, including his own daughter.”

  This changes the whole fucking game. The whole room changes ten degrees because we are no longer going to just beat this fucker’s ass and be done.

  No, this fucker is going to be tortured. He is not going to die easy.

  Tyler smiles. “Who is ready for some fun?”

  An hour has passed, and there is nothing left to do to the fucker but kill him. His arms are broken, there isn’t a tooth left in his fucking mouth, and his face resembles ground beef.

  He deserved every second of it. I knew Vanessa had a rough go of it, but I had no idea how bad it was. Looking him right in the face makes me sick to my stomach.