She eyed Red and Raven, shaking her head as she spoke. “I tell you what, girls, I had to resist the urge to punch that guy in his mouth. All I kept thinking was that he was going to fuck things up for me with Preacher.”
“Do you care about him?” Raven asked.
“I really do.”
“You do understand he’s been through a lot, don’t you?”
“Raven, he said his dad pulled a gun on him when he was only six years old. What kind of person does that to their own kid?”
“A fucked-up drunk. He was mean. His dad used to beat the shit out of Preacher until he got old enough to fight back. Preacher has been on his own since he was sixteen. That’s when he joined the club and never looked back. It fucked him up though. You don’t want to cross him, Daisy. The guy’s crazy.”
“Yeah, I figured that out earlier, after he fucked me with his gun.”
“Damn, girl.”
“Yeah, and what’s even more fucked up is that it turned me on.”
The girls all giggled when she said that.
Daisy eyed Red and Raven seriously as she made her next statement. “You guys know you can trust me, right?”
They both nodded.
“Good, because all I have now is Dauntless MC, and I’ll do anything to keep you all. I’m not letting anything get in the way of becoming Preacher’s old lady. I’m not losing the only good thing I have in my life for anybody or anything. You won’t find anyone more loyal than me. I left my club because I had to for my safety’s sake, not because I’m disloyal.”
“We know that,” Raven said as she hugged her. “And we’ll do anything to keep you here.”
“Yeah,” Red agreed, “anything; you’re our sis now, part of the Dauntless family.”
Chapter Fifteen
Preacher
Preacher stood in a dark corner towards the back of the club so he could keep one eye on the door and, at the same time, one eye on Daisy, watching her as she danced. The woman mesmerized him. The fact that she got turned on in that interrogation room surprised him, but more than that, it pleased him. She had been so wet from the fear he’d been able to evoke that it made him wonder just how kinky she was. This was the first time he could ever remember seriously thinking about taking on an old lady.
He locked eyes on Daisy, and once again, they were in their own little world. He knew that the dance she was performing right now wasn’t for the customers; it was for him. He never took his eyes off her, not even when Kathleen sidled up next to him.
“What’s so fucking special about her?” He grabbed her wrist in a vicious grip when she attempted to grab his cock.
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself, girl!” He was looking in Daisy’s direction and knew she was watching what was going on with Kathleen. He didn’t want to take any chances on her thinking he was hitting on other women behind her back. If he had any intentions of fucking other women, he would have told her. As of right now, he had no plans to do so.
The song came to an end, and Daisy came off the stage so quickly, there was no time to stop her.
She slammed the woman, who was twice her size, into the wall. Preacher could only stare at the scene helplessly as Daisy then stuck her finger in Kathleen’s face and hissed, “You keep your fucking hands off my old man, bitch. I’ll rip that ugly, fake ass weave right out of your head if you ever touch him again. In fact, don’t even speak to him.”
By this time, Raven had made her way over to add her two cents. “Stay the fuck away from him, or I’ll fire your ass. Now, get back to work, or get the hell out of here, Kathleen.”
Kathleen sulked away, but apparently, Daisy wasn’t done. “What the fuck did she say to you, Preacher?” She didn’t give him time to answer before she continued, “You either want me, or you don’t, and you better let me know now.”
He swung her around and pinned her to the wall with his hands on both sides of her head, glaring at her with a feral stare. “Calm the fuck down. You need to be careful how you talk to me. If I had any intentions of fucking anybody else, I would have told you from the get-go.” He laughed, breaking the tension. “Your jealousy is making my dick hard, you little firecracker.”
He was stunned when he saw a single tear stream down her face. “I can’t help it. I don’t like anybody else touching you. She made me mad.”
He pulled her body in close to his, grinding into her. “Gonna fuck your brains out when we get home, girl. Let you know I don’t want anyone but you, babe.”
Daisy
It felt good when he pulled her into his chest as she cried. His words weren’t what a woman who wasn’t a biker would consider romantic, but they meant the world to her.
“Babe, I’m not a soft man, and I can’t give you soft love, but I can damn sure take you in my own way and make you mine. I won’t wine and dine you with red roses and champagne, but I will love you in my own way—rough, hard, and intense. I come from a fucked-up place, but if you can accept me the way I am, I’ll be here for you when the chips are down. I want you to be my old lady when we get through all this fucked-up shit; I wanna take ya and make ya mine, girl.”
She looked up at the man who towered over her. With happiness in her heart and tears in her eyes, she answered, “I’m already yours, Preacher. You stole my heart the first night I laid eyes on you. Please don’t break it, babe, ‘cause it’s all I’ve got to give you.”
“I’ll take it, baby girl. I’ll take it, and I’ll take real good care of it too.”
Chapter Sixteen
Preacher
Preacher jumped up on the concrete wall in the compound’s courtyard area where everyone was partying. The compound was the ideal location to house the club. It was basically built like an old armory. It had all the things necessary to keep it closed off to the public as well as any rival clubs.
The entrance had huge, metal, armory gates that opened to a courtyard surrounded by separate rooms. The three-story building was more than enough to house the club members and any guests who were from out of state chapters. They were an organized club, and they took club business seriously.
Here was where he felt a sense of belonging and peace. He looked around at his fellow brothers and the women who were old ladies and club sluts. They may not look like the typical family, but they were his.
He pulled Daisy in close and whispered in her ear, “This is where we belong, babe. You and me, we’re different. We’re outlaws and renegades, free birds, and I want you on this journey with me.”
His cell phone rang, interrupting his talk with Daisy. He looked down, saw it was Ricky, and hoped there wasn’t some kind of drama that was going to interrupt his good mood.
“I’ve got some information you might want.”
“What’s going on?”
“Billy is cooking up a shitload of meth for an out of state chapter and they are coming in this weekend with a suitcase full of money for a huge buy. If I can help Dauntless get that money, will it redeem me? Will you let me come over to your club?”
“How much money are we talking about?”
“Somewhere around a hundred thousand dollars.”
“If you set that up and pull it off, then I’ll talk to Tiny about getting you in here as a prospect.”
Because Preacher was the Captain of the club, working with the prospects fell under his job description. He wasn’t in the habit of accepting just anybody as a prospect. Many times, potential members were hang-arounds for a period of time before they were even accepted as prospects. This was the first time he had ever been faced with the possibility of initiating someone from an opposing club. He wasn’t going to make that kind of decision without getting input from the man who was not only the club president, but also a trusted friend and ally.
“I know I can do this. I need out of here in the worst kind of way. I hate it here.” The poor guy sounded desperate.
“Let me talk to Tiny. Has Billy said anything about Daisy?”
“He says he’s
going to kill her when he finds her.”
“Over my dead body. You set this job up, and I’ll talk to Prez about getting you in here. Another thing… you had better keep your mouth shut when it comes to anything pertaining to my woman or my club. You utter a single word, I’ll make sure you’re getting your fuckin’ jaw wired shut, and all bets are off as far as you prospecting.”
“I’m not sayin’ anything. No way am I taking a chance losing the opportunity to get into Dauntless MC.”
“Yeah, it’s not just losing an opportunity. It’s also losing your life you need to be thinking about.”
He hung up and looked down at Daisy.
“Is everything okay?”
“You already know too much club business, girl.”
“Oh, so you discriminate against girls?” she playfully punched him.
“That felt like a mosquito bite.”
“I can get tough when I need to.”
“I saw that this evening. You get real tough when it comes to your man, don’t ya?”
“I sure do. I’m greedy; I don’t like to share.”
“I’m not sharing,” he stated, grinding his cock into her backside until he was hard. “What did I tell you I was going to do to you?” He bent down so that he could growl in her ear. He didn’t give her anytime to answer before he took her by the hand and led her to a more private place behind the building that had a soft patch of grass.
His fingers grazed lightly down her breastbone and slowly made their way to the bottom of her shirt so he could lift it over her head.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He gently locked his lips over a nipple and pulled, swirling his tongue as the suction worked it over. Her hands felt good running through his long black hair. He could feel her fingers clenching in anticipation of what was to come. He never tired of loving her, taking her, and making her his, over and over again.
His tongue slowly lavished its way down her abdomen as he unbuttoned her jeans. She kicked her shoes off to the side in preparation, removing anything that would hinder Preacher from having his way.
“Baby, I don’t need romance. I need your rabid kind of love.”
“You got it, girl,” he stated, working his jeans off and lying down with her on the soft blanket of grass nature provided for them.
“Ride my cock, baby. I want to see the stars and that sweet face of yours as you lower yourself down, taking every inch of your man.”
He watched, mesmerized, as her face twisted in an expression of agonized pleasure. Her mouth fell open just enough to look like it hurt so good to have him fully inside her.
“Play with your pussy, baby,” he whispered after he spit between two fingers and tweaked her dusky rose colored nipple until it hardened under his ministrations. “You’re such a good girl.”
Daisy
She could feel him fill every crevice of her soul as he languidly moved while watching her every expression. Out here, with nothing but the moon and stars as witnesses, making love to her man was like being on a euphoric drug. She moved her body up and down his length and savored every second of pleasure she found in his arms.
Every day, she fell further and further under his thrall. It was a deeper, stronger depth of need he created in her than she’d ever experienced before. She couldn’t get enough of this hardened man, who closed himself off to the rest of the world. She rested her palms on his chest in an attempt to quicken her movements.
“I said play with that pussy,” he growled, grabbing her hips and thrusting roughly up into her. She gave up control and moved her finger over her swollen clit.
“I want to watch you come, girl. I like watching you. It pleases me to see you in the throes of passion.”
She arched her back, her mouth thrown open, and cried out in pleasure as an orgasm raged through her. There was no embarrassment in knowing he was watching her in such an intimate moment. It felt so natural to open up and give him access to every sacred part of her being. She wanted to share every aspect of her soul with this man, who rescued her from the gates of hell. He had given her a life after having it beaten out of her by Billy’s brutal hand. She would do anything to stay in Preacher’s protective care. She was committed to him and to the club for all they had done for her.
His thrusts became more urgent as he came closer to spilling his seed inside her. She could feel him throbbing as she succumbed to another orgasm. Her body clamped down on him, claiming him as her man.
She fell into his chest as he lied in the green grass, giving in to the post orgasmic bliss they had given to one another. It was just the two of them, alone with the sights and sounds of the night.
Chapter Seventeen
Preacher
Preacher stood in the corner of the room, attentively keeping an eye on everyone and everything. His arms were crossed over his muscled chest as he listened to Tiny slam the gavel down and begin addressing the men at church.
“I think we stand a chance to make a shitload of money, and it’ll also give us a chance to see potential club members in action,” Tiny said, addressing the members who attended the mandatory meeting.
“I don’t trust those motherfuckers,” Scooter, the Sergeant at Arms, yelled out.
“I don’t trust them either, but that hundred thousand dollars could be extremely helpful if we pull this heist off right,” Talon, the club’s Treasurer, spoke up.
“Boys, this has nothing to do with trust. It does, however, have to do with what will benefit the club and its members. Even with the money we make from the guns we run and the strip club, we could always use more. A hundred thousand dollars could go a long way, and there’s the added benefit of crippling their drug operation. This damn meth epidemic has been nothing but a thorn in our sides since it hit Louisville. Those damn Hell’s Demons are cooking that shit up on our turf. I, for one, would love to see their clubhouse get blown up with all the drugs, and whichever members who don’t want to join our ranks, burning with it. If the fuckers don’t make it easy on us and blow themselves up cooking shit, I’m sending Nitro in to do the job.” Tiny eyed one of the brothers who was sitting at the table, rubbing his hands together excitedly in anticipation of being sent in to blow up the rival clubhouse. Nitro was half crazy and had earned his name working EOD in the military. The club mainly used him for blowing shit up but, in the past, had once used him to disarm a bomb that a rival gang had managed to plant in the alley behind Dauntless Divas.
“Getting a hold of that money and getting the meth off the streets is a double takedown as far as I’m concerned,” Tiny continued. “If we play our cards right and keep things organized and under our control, we can take out our rival in one night. Let’s do this. We’ll bide our time, make sure Ricky is really working on our side and giving us reliable Intel, and then we’ll go from there. A lot can happen in a week.”
The boys all nodded their heads in agreement.
Though Preacher wasn’t showing his feelings, he was certainly feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders because he was the one who had orchestrated the takedown. He didn’t want the guilt if anything bad happened to any of his brothers. He would damn sure be staying on top of things where Ricky was concerned. The little shit better be on the up and up because if he wasn’t, Preacher would be putting a bullet in him, right between the eyes.
Daisy
Daisy wasn’t quite sure what all was going on, but she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, it had something to do with Hell’s Demons. There were too many coincidences, the main one being that Ricky showed up at the club.
She didn’t know Ricky that well, even though she’d been with Billy while he was at the clubhouse plenty of times. The Hell’s Demons didn’t have the comradery the Dauntless MC had. She had purposely kept to herself when she was with Billy because of his temper. She couldn’t afford to take a chance that she’d provoke one of his jealous tirades.
Though Preacher was possessive and kept a very close eye on her, she never feared unwarrant
ed outbursts of anger. He was everything Billy never was. There was a quiet calm about Preacher. He radiated control and was always aware of his surroundings in a way that made her feel safe.
She couldn’t care less if Billy dropped off the face of the earth. Her trepidation was based on her fear of something going wrong with whatever it was Dauntless had planned. She didn’t want Billy, with his unpredictable nature and drug induced paranoia, to put the club members in danger. She would be glad when all the drama was over and fear didn’t constantly loom in the shadows of her subconscious. The sooner this shit with Billy was over and done with, the sooner he would be out of her life for good and she could finally move forward.
It was so hard to believe in happily ever after when every dream you’ve ever had, shattered under the brutal force of reality. She wasn’t asking for much, just a new beginning with Preacher.
“What’s going on?” She looked up to see Preacher standing in the doorway, watching her intently.
“Look, Preacher, I know how clubs work. I know they don’t let their women in on all the club business. I’m cool with that, but I know something is going on between Dauntless and Billy’s club and I’m worried. I’m scared something is going to happen to you or one of your brothers, something bad.”
“Babe, there is no way around it. That rival club has to be dealt with, or your ex is just going to keep popping up at the most inconvenient times. If we’re ever going to be together and move on with our lives, I’ve got to get that little shit out of the picture. Daisy, this isn’t just about you and me. It’s about the meth epidemic plaguing this area too. That guy is responsible for bringing a shitload of drugs into our territory. I’d be doing the community a service to put a bullet between his eyes.”
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