A knock on the side door to the kitchen breaks me from my thoughts.
It’s Amber and the prospects.
“I brought breakfast.” She hands me a basket of muffins.
“Did you make these?” I grab one off the top and put the basket on the counter.
“God no. I bought them and put them in the basket to make it look pretty.” She laughs.
Chapter 19
Danny
When I get to the warehouse I can overhear Boogeyman arguing with one of the girls.
“Listen, Shelly, you can’t flash those perky little titties at me and think it will make me let you go. If I want easy pussy I can get it any day of the week.”
“My name isn’t Shelly. It’s Michelle. And you can’t blame me for trying. I-I swear I won’t tell. Just let me go.”
“You know what I think. I think you’re a spoiled little princess who always gets her way. I ought to fuck that uppity attitude right out of you. What you need is a man to spank that pretty little princess pussy of yours but, sweetheart, it won’t be me.”
“B. Stop engaging with her and what the fuck. You let her see your face. Are you dumb or what?”
He shrugs. “Was just having fun. She does have some nice titties though.” He smirks and takes a bite out of his apple.
Fucking idiot. I swear.
“Where’s Cupid? We need to knock them out again and get on the road.”
“I think he went to take a shit and the hogs ate him.” He chuckles.
Terror and Uno come dragging in with travel mugs of coffee with Reaper not far behind.
“Man, you know how Amber is. I can’t control her. Bitch is fucking nuts.”
“Well, fuck. You need to do something, man. Stephanie isn’t putting out. Says she doesn’t feel in the mood. Because your old lady turned Sara against her.”
“For fuck sake. Want my advice?” Uno shakes his head. “Well too fucking bad. Get a divorce. Everyone fucking hates that cunt wife of yours. I wouldn’t fuck her with Boogeyman’s dick and he’s fucked everything around for miles. Marriage is for pussies. You won’t ever catch me tied down to one bitch,” Reaper claims. I just think he hasn’t met his match.
“If you bitches are done gossiping about your periods, I’d like to get this shit done.”
Cupid shows his face just when we are done loading the van.
“How nice of you to join us, pretty boy,” I tell him.
It takes us five hours to get to the drop point to meet with Tiny.
I can’t wait to get home and sleep for a few damn days. I love the guys, I do, but after being cooped up with them so damn much in the past twenty-four hours I need a damn break. Fuckers bicker more than women. Fucking giving me a Goddamned headache.
Cupid backs the van into the air hangar where Tiny has a plane ready to take the girls.
Where are they off to? I have no fucking clue and it is better that I don’t. I already feel lousy enough that three girls lost their lives in the fire and not to mention who know what kind of sick fucks Tiny will sell them too. That’s the problem with having a heart again. I care too damn much. I can’t become invested in their welfare. They are a means to an end. A payment for a debt.
That’s it.
Tiny and his armed goons are waiting by the plane.
We each exit the van and Boogeyman goes to get the girls out.
Reaper and Terror gagged and bound them instead of knocking them out like I initially wanted. I thought it would be easier if I didn’t have to look them in the eyes when I hand them over, but perhaps it is better this way. They could all be Sara and I never want to see the look in her eyes that they all share. Despair. I have seen her with that look once and it nearly killed me. I will die before she ever feels that way again.
Tiny steps forward and examines each girl.
“Seems you found some high-quality girls. Excellent choice on your part. They will bring in a nice bonus. There’s just one problem.”
“Yeah, what’s that.”
“I can only take five of them. Not enough seats on the plane.”
I roll my eyes as his men start loading the girls and cases of moonshine on the plane.
“That’s not my problem. I got you what you wanted. We’re done here.”
“Hades, don’t forget yourself. I can have my men drop them off at a hospital where they can tell authorities all about your club and your operation or you can take them and do with them as you wish. Your choice.” He gives me a salute and boards the plane.
Cocksucker.
I turn around and look at the three girls he left me stuck with. What the fuck am I supposed to do with three girls who have now seen our faces and knows the name of my damn club.
Fuck. I run a hand over the back of my head.
“I have an idea,” Boogeyman speaks up.
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“We need some fresh pussy at the clubhouse and Princess here loves to show off her tits.” He grins and winks at the dark-haired chick he was mouthing at earlier. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he likes her. Boogeyman doesn’t like anyone. Interesting but also not my problem.
“We can’t do that, and you know it.”
He shrugs. “Why not?”
“I can give you a thousand reasons why not!” I snap. “Just put them in the van so I can think.”
Goddamn.
Fuck.
I’d love to kill Tiny Leone.
Sara
Every last box is unpacked and all mine and CT’s stuff is put away.
The prospects left an hour ago and Amber went home to shower. She is swinging back by to take me to the clubhouse since Zo Zo never brought me my car. I don’t want to bother Danny with it when he is on a run.
I called Morgan to find out when to expect Cole and she said around noon. I am counting the minutes until I get to hold my boy again.
With the house clean and nothing to do, I turn on the TV and channel surf until my flat iron heats up. I want to look good for my man tonight when he returns.
I want to be the first and only thing my husband sees when he comes through those doors.
I end up watching more news coverage from that fire from earlier. They are showing pictures of the missing girls. Eight in total. They all seem to be my age or a few years older. It’s depressing. I shut the TV off and go get ready for tonight.
As I am in the middle of straightening my hair, Amber returns.
“I brought goodies,” she announces as she comes through the door with a rolling suitcase.
“What the hell did you pack?”
“Makeup.” She grins with a twinkle in her eye.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you love makeup.” I shake my head. “I gotta finish my hair first.”
After letting Amber have her way with my face I wish I would have had her to glam me up for my wedding. When we get to the clubhouse there is a party going on, but I don’t see any members from that club Danny mentioned earlier.
MaryAnn is canoodling with Zo Zo in a corner. Guess that explains why he never made it to drop off my car.
Danny didn’t want me to drink tonight but one can’t hurt.
I can’t just sit here on my ass and not have a little bit of fun.
Maybe one drink sucked fast through a straw made by one of the prospects was a bad idea. I am pretty sure he made it stronger to get me back for all the grunt work from the past two days.
Stephanie and her followers come in and have a drink at one point but then I see her get a text message and they leave soon after.
Amber gets a message not long after and tells me she has to go as well then rushes off.
What the hell?
I go to check my cell phone to see if I have anything from Danny, but I must have left it at home plugged into the charger.
This blows.
I don’t have anyone to talk to and I don’t have my car, so I can go home. All the guys here are either too damn drunk or too much of
a stranger for me to ask for a ride.
I would ask MaryAnn, but she went upstairs forever ago.
Right when I am about to give up and call for a cab Danny walks in, followed by three girls. Three girls that I saw on the news only a few hours ago.
“What are you still doing here, Sara? Didn’t you get my messages to get your ass home?” His tone is pissed off and aggravated.
“I don’t have my phone on me and Zo Zo is too busy fucking MaryAnn to get me my car.” A strange look crosses over Cupid’s face when I mention MaryAnn, but now isn’t the time to think about that. I’ll file that information away for later. “What are they doing here?”
I point to the girls who are now sitting at a table with Boogeyman and Reaper.
“Long story.” He walks behind the bar and gets a bottle of beer.
“We can talk in my office.”
“Fine.” I follow him down the hall and he shuts the door behind us once we are in his private office.
Danny sinks down in his large leather chair and I take the seat across from his desk.
“Don’t ever disrespect me in front of my men like that again, Sara. You can run your mouth all you want at home, but never here. It makes me look weak. If it appears I can’t control my bitch, then they won’t think I am fit to run this club.” He uses the corner of his desk to pop the bottlecap off his beer and chugs.
“I’m sorry, Danny. But. You. Lied. To. Me.”
He lets out a belch then sighs. “I didn’t lie, Sara. I just didn’t tell you. There is a difference.”
“No, an omission of truth is the same as lie. I point blank asked you if there was something wrong or if I should be worried. You said nothing was wrong.”
“And I told you no. The only things you need to worry about is being a mom to CT and sucking my dick.”
His harsh words are like a slap to my face. I don’t like this side of Danny. Though I guess right now I’m not dealing with my husband. I am talking to Hades.
“By the looks of those girls out there I have plenty to be worried about, Hades.” I throw his club name at him like an insult. “What did you do? Did you set that fire?”
“This is club business and doesn’t concern you.”
“Everything you do concerns me, Danny. Every-fuckin-thing. You’re my husband.”
“That’s right, Sara, your husband. I don’t answer to you. You see this tattoo on your chest.” He gets up and stalks toward me and grabs the collar of my shirt and rips it down the front. “What’s it say, huh? What does it fucking say?” He pokes his finger into my skin hard enough to leave a bruise. “Hades’ Flame!” He roars in my face like he is possessed. “You answer to me not the other way around. If you don’t like it, then you can catch your ass a ride back to Drag Creek tomorrow with your brother.”
Chapter 20
Danny
I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth, but I can’t take them back. Sara needs to know her place. Being my wife doesn’t entitle her to know why I do the things I do where the club is concerned. I need her to be strong enough to trust in me even when she doesn’t agree with me.
Everything I do is with her in mind. I don’t know how to make her grasp that.
“Do you mean that, Danny?”
Her whiskey fire eyes are staring up at me with so much hurt. She has the one look in her eyes that I never wanted to see again.
Despair.
It makes chest ache. My heart squeezes so hard I’m afraid it will crack right in two. Without Sara I wouldn’t have anything worth fighting for.
Tiny was wrong. A man with nothing to lose may have nothing to fear, but a man with a woman like Sara is dangerous. A man who has everything to live for. Everything to fight back harder for. I won’t lose her. Not to him. Not to any-damn-body.
Swallowing hard, I don’t know what to say, so I grab her face between my hands and kiss her, trying to express what words won’t convey.
She tries like hell to fight me and pull away. Going as far as smacking me as hard as she can, but I don’t relent.
I can’t.
I won’t.
Sara is my world.
Every good part of me.
We break apart to catch our breaths.
Tears streak down her face. “Let me go, Danny,” she whispers the words out in a broken sob.
“Never,” I vow and claim her lips once more.
Her hands are balled into fists and pressing against my chest, but I don’t let up. When I push my tongue through the part of her lips, she bites me. My baby has fire, but her bite isn’t hard enough to hurt.
The urge to be inside her sweeps over me and I find myself picking her up from the chair and setting her on the top of my desk.
Shoving my hand down the front of her shorts, I feel her arousal. Sara can say she don’t want me right now, but she’d be a damn liar.
Her sweet little cunt is hot for me, craving my dick, just as I am craving her pussy.
“No. Hades.”
“You can say no all you want, Sara, but we both know you want me sliding balls deep in that pussy and taking what belongs to me,” I growl in her ear and she whimpers when my fingers rub her clit in a circular motion.
“Am I yours, Hades? Do I belong to you?”
“Fuck.” I thrust my finger inside her. “Yeah.” I slide it back out. “You.” I push deeper in adding a second finger. “Do.” I thrust them in and out. “You’re. My. Flame.”
Her teeth graze my bottom lip as she sucks it into her mouth and bites me. “Then don’t ever talk to me like that again.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so damn hard,” I promise as she rides my hand, cumming fast on my fingers. Pulling them out, I lick each one, savoring her taste.
I can’t get her out of her shorts and my dick in her fast enough.
I throw the denim over my shoulder and pull her ass to the edge. Her legs wrap around my waist as I unzip my jeans and drive into her.
With white knuckles she grips the desk, holding on for dear life as I fuck her hard and fast. This isn’t about soft and sweet or making love. This is me, reminding her who she belongs to and pure raw fucking. I cum all in her sweet cunt and pull my dick out so I can see it in her. Fucking perfect. My cum running out of her pretty pink cunt is Goddamned beautiful. Taking my fingers, I spread my cum all over her pussy and her asshole, marking her.
“Next week, I want that IUD gone.”
“Okay,” she agrees.
“That’s it. You aren’t going to put up a fight?”
She shakes her head. “Nope.”
“Good.”
Sara
My legs are shaking as Danny helps me down from his desk. I still want to know what he is doing with those girls, but I won’t ask him again. I want him to tell me himself. I guess all the guys were texting their women to get them out of the club, so they wouldn’t see them and know what they have done. Deep down I know Danny and his men are responsible for that fire. Three girls were confirmed dead. I don’t know what happened to the ones Danny doesn’t have. I’m not sure I want to.
I know what I married into. Danny and Hades are the same man. As much as I try and separate the two, I cannot. I can either love all of him or none of him. I can’t pick and choose which parts of him I am willing to accept. Love doesn’t work that way.
When I think about what I can live with and what I can’t…I know it sounds terrible, but I can carry the secret of who set that fire a lot easier than I can live without Danny.
I promised to love him ride or die for better or worse for always.
He is mine and I am Hades’ Flame.
The End
I hope you enjoyed the first installment of my Devils Rejects series.
Coming soon!
Boogeyman’s Dream
Cupid’s Arrow
Reaper’s Till Death
About Glenna
Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance, best known for her bestselling roma
ntic suspense novel I'm with You and The Black Rebel Riders' MC series. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man.
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Books by Glenna
Black Rebel Riders MC’ Series
Grim The Beginning
Rumor
Baby
Striker
Romeo
Heart of A Rebel
A Rebel Love
A Rebel In The Roses
Blood of A Rebel
The Devil’s Rebel
Devils Rejects
Hades’ Flame
Boogeyman’s Dream
Cupid’s Arrow
Reaper’s Till Death
Standalone Titles
Beauty & The Biker
Don’t Let Me Go
Cooper’s Religion: The Suffocation of Katie
Dirty Love
Dirty Truth
Dirty Neighbor
When It Rains
Born Sinner
The Stealing Conleigh Duet
Stealing Conleigh Part 1
Stealing Conleigh part 2
Must Love Curves
The Roommate Pact
Cowritten with Dawn Martens
The Boom
You Wreck Me (The Prospect series book 1)
Grim The Beginning
Chapter 1
There’s nothing but the open road, my chopper between my legs, and the moon. Just the way I like it too. There’s nothing better than the sound of a motorcycle roaring down the road, nothing sweeter. At least that’s what I thought until Gypsy Red put her spell on me...
The night I met Gypsy Red my world was turned upside down. All my self-imposed rules died like a slowly burning ember fighting for oxygen. She came out of nowhere, literally. It was the night and me, and then there was her. One minute the road laid out empty for miles as far as my eyes could see under the pale of the moon, and then I saw her. She was lying across the hood of her broken down, rusty Nova. I might have missed her if it weren’t for them long, white—creamy legs, and her fire engine red hair. Looked like a damn cotton swab on fire.
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