“Alright man, I'm not making any promises, but I swear to you I will do my best. Tell her to meet me at the club gym Next Monday at Three P.M.”
After hanging up with Steel I couldn't help but regret this decision. I have been the Sergeant at Arms and trainer for the MC for about five years, not once has any female made it through my training, and I doubt it's going to start with Angel.
I gave no shit's about anybody, but I was loyal to the club. Steel was with me five years ago at my darkest time. He rode with me and Spider when we headed to seek revenge on the fuckers that killed Meg, especially the guy that had pulled the trigger. I at least owe it to Steel to try and help his sister, even if it is a waste of time.
All I knew about this woman, Angel, was that she was Steels' sister, mother of twins and on the run from an abusive husband. I couldn't stop myself from typing her real name into Google. Rebecca Murphy. I hit images and her face flooded my computer screen. Blonde hair, Blue eyes, thin, way too thin for me. She is cute, but she also looked like the one person that haunted me, her and Meghan could have been twins. This is going to be the worst couple of months in my life, why did she have to look like her?
Perfect, the one word I would use to describe Meg. She just takes my breath away. I couldn't help but love her, she was the light to my darkness. Whenever I was around her I felt like a better person. Never once did I see her fight with anyone, but I knew for a fact being Spider's daughter, he had taught her to fight, even though she would never have the chance. The club takes care of its own.
Meg would get in these moods, whenever someone would piss her off. She was too cute mad. I showed her an out, we would be drinking out of plastic cups if she kept this up. People can be so cruel to outsiders. Meg was never a part of the workings of the club. Her father was the President. The town we lived in is small and most people think they know her, "She's the daughter of an outlaw." She tried to fit in and act normal, but the townspeople didn't treat her that way. Me, I can handle it. Her not so much. When I showed her the punching bag, things changed. Meg loved that punching bag. It was a way to vent that wouldn't hurt herself or anyone else. It made me proud to watch her start to control the hurt inside her.
“Who knew people could be so cruel.”
“Babe, I never thought otherwise. This world is nothing but cruelty.”
Shaking my head I bring myself out of the memory. I need to stop going there. I look back at the computer. There were a lot of pictures of her with Clarke. The look in her eyes in those pictures was somewhere between hate and death, if looks could kill. I clicked back over to the web links and saw a video, clicking on it, Clarke's face filled my screen. It was a press release, he was talking about how to reach him with any info pertaining to his missing wife. If I didn't know any better I would feel sorry him, kinda. He went on talking about her being kidnapped and the details of the case. In the background was a young girl, no more than nineteen with a very pissed off look, eying the back of Clarke's head. When Clarke was talking about how much he loved his wife, the girl rolled her eyes. Must be the mistress. I knew very little of what was going on or why she left. I'm a believer of it's none of my business.
I had seen enough, this man is a piece of work that’s for sure. I shut down the computer and left for the bar. I need a cold beer and a hot piece of ass.
Angel
I started off cleaning the kitchen, which has turned in to me cleaning the whole house. Anything from distracting from the urge that has been building for a few weeks. My sex drive is starting to come back. First, it was Clarke killing it, after the twins were born I went in to hardcore mommy mode. Working at the bar was Steel's idea, it fit with my new back story. The bar is normally filled with hot club members that set your libido on high alert. Tonight is going to be rough, the dreams of a biker manhandling me are getting more graphic. Seems like every time I am alone with my thoughts, they go straight back to sex.
Alyssa was watching the kids so that I could go to work at the clubhouse bar. Bartending had never been my dream job, then again, neither was being a punching bag. I was pretty sure the club had been told that I was off limits, but I still tried to look like I belonged, hot even. I dressed myself in tight skinny jeans, a tank top with Twisted written across my chest, and my favorite roll top boots. The tank top was low cut, showing a little cleavage, as much as I could without showing the world what Clarke did to me.
The only people I have been naked for since, is the doctors that did the stitches, and the ones that delivered my babies. I ran my hand over the fresh tattoo placed proudly over one of the scars, a broken heart being mended by two smaller hearts. I got the tattoo after I found out I couldn't breast feed because of the damage, yet another thing that asshole took from me.
In the bathroom, I curled my hair and applied a little makeup. Rebecca Murphy, that woman was long gone, never to return again. I had let my natural hair color come back, and had surgery to fix my eyes. No more glasses or those stupid coloring changing contacts that Clarke always wanted me to wear. He always thought the blonde was natural, so he wanted me to have blue eyes, he didn't even know what color my eyes truly were. Asshole also didn't know that it took a visit to the salon every two weeks to maintain the perfect color hair, not that he would have cared. The only thing he ever cared about was keeping his image and me performing my duties.
Now my bright green eyes looked back at me from the mirror. The pain was still visible in them, but that had eased up too with the birth of the twins. I glanced down at my cell phone “Oh shit, I'm going to be late.” and took off out the door.
Demon
Sitting at a table in the back of the bar talking to Snake was helping get my mind off the new babysitting job I was about to start.
“Do you want to go on a run with me next week, I think I can clear it with Steel?” Snake asked after downing his beer.
“Naw man, he has me on an assignment that could take a few months. I just hope it holds up, the pay for this one is bank.”
Steel was paying out of pocket and double the normal rate for him to train his sister. Hopefully she would never need to use it, but with Clarke Murphy, you just never know.
On our call earlier, Steel went over some of the things Clarke had done to his wife, and some of the things he has done to get to his position in life. Pretty much an outlaw in a suit, he has had his hands in just about every shady dealings in the west. Fucker also had enough money to buy all of New Mexico if he wanted, not someone you want to fuck with.
Tonight was not about that, tonight is about getting out a lot of sexual frustration. I scanned the bar, there were very few girls in this club that I haven't already been with. The club sweet butts sure did love his cock. A cute little redhead and a blonde were behind the bar cleaning up, but I had fucked both of them before. Chloe, the waitress, was one of the club sweet butts, she tried to hard to be an Old Lady. I knew she wanted to be my old lady first and foremost, but that sure as fuck was not going to happen. The bitch had been with every willing member of the MC at least twice, definitely not old lady material. Good god she knew how to take a face fucking. Most of the women working here serviced the club, that was just the way it worked. Any given night there would be members having sex anywhere. Speaking of, there was Grease with some bitch bent over one of the pool tables. Old ladies hardly ever came here for that reason alone, but then again sweet butts weren't allowed to come to family gathering either. Bylaws. We live and breathe that shit.
When she walked through the door, I was intrigued. She stepped behind the bar and put on an apron. I just found my piece of ass tonight. This woman has to be the hottest thing to ever walk through those doors. Long curly brown hair, the brightest green eyes I have ever seen, amazing set of tits, and an ass that would make Jlo cry. The smile that she was wearing was breath taking. I have to fuck this broad, who is she and can I please get inside of her? I couldn't pull my eyes away from those tits though.
“Fuck”
Snak
e followed my line of sight and laughed.
“Go ahead and try Brother, that ain't going to happen.”
“I'm going to get a beer, you need one?” I called to Snake on the way to the bar.
I love a challenge and Snake basically made it.
“Yeah, and a shot of Jack,” he replied.
I stood at the bar in front of the brunette waiting for her to turn around. When she did, she smiled and I felt my cock spring to life. Oh yeah baby girl, I'm fucking you tonight.
“What can I get for ya, Darlin?” She asked in the sexiest accent I have ever heard.
“Two beers and two shots of Jack,” I answered.
My dick was throbbing just looking at her. She placed her hand on her hip and just watched me, after a few seconds she finally spoke.
“Just because I work here doesn't mean you don't have to say please. I'm not one who likes demands.” Sweet butts didn't talk to members like that, but since I was trying to fuck her I'll let it slide.
“Well, pardon me, Can I please get two beers and two shots of Jack.” I teased “Maybe pour yourself one while you're at it, loosen that tight ass up some.” I winked at her.
She was going to look damn good spread out underneath me. She started pouring my shots and she then poured herself one too, Once she handed me my drinks I raised my shot glass.
“To sexy ladies”
“To cocky assholes with no manners.”
She clinked her shot glass to mine, then threw back her shot slammed the glass down, and walked away. I stood there shocked for a few seconds, I hated to see her go but loved to watch her leave.
When I got back to the table Snake was holding his gut laughing
“I bet you.... never thought…. you could get... shut down.” He said through his laughter
“Yeah, yeah, keep laughing and I'll be serving your balls at church tonight” That was enough to sober him up.
After a few minutes silence, I got up and walked over to the pool tables, normally I would love to mop the floor with anyone who dare challenge me to a game of 9 ball, but not tonight. Tonight, I am on a mission to get into that hot brunettes pants.
She must have been new, I would have remembered a face like that. I watched and waited, trying to pick the right moment to advance. Her end of the bar stayed packed, everyone must be trying to hit that.
Twenty minutes later, Steel walked in, and sat the bar in front of her. When he starts talking to her, she seemed to get a little uneasy, nervous even.
The front door opened and she looked over her shoulder, I followed her line of sight, there stood Clarke Murphy. Tonight was about to get very interesting indeed, looking back at Ms. Fine ass I saw Steel whispering in her ear, pointing at me. She looked over at me with a shocked expression.
She walked over to me and sat down. After a minute, she said.
“I'm sorry” but her face wasn't playful anymore.
“It's no big deal sweet cheeks, people have said worse.” That got a grin out of her. Looking past her I could see that Clarke and Steel were talking, the latest letter had been delivered this morning. Clarke must be filling him in.
“Any who, the boss let me off early, and I was hoping we could go for a ride.”
That was the last thing I expected, however after checking that Steel had everything under control, I agreed. My cock was ready, with a short ride on my Harley Nightrod, she would be too. I downed the rest of my beer, stood up and gestured to the door.
Angel
Oh my fucking god, I knew this was too good to be true. I didn't have time to flee out the back door, so Steel had told me to go over and ask this man to take me for a ride. The kids are safe in Steel's apartment, so I could leave them there. Me, not so much, he could spot me any second and even though I don't look like Rebecca anymore doesn't mean I can't resemble her just enough for him to question it.
With my back to them, I still heard his voice, playing the nice guy. Just like on the nights that we had company or a fundraiser. I shivered, remembering the devilish way he talked to me when I made him mad.
“I’ll kill you once I get a few babies.”
I needed to forget about Clarke and I knew just the man to do it. The sexy as hell club member with no manners. God, he is hott. He was every bit of six feet, seven inches. Tattoos covered both arms and what is visible on his chest. Under his cut was nothing but muscles. I could tell from talking to him earlier, he has a tongue ring, hopefully it's not just for show. Jet black hair that looked like he just got out of bed. Stone Gray eyes that you could see through. He was sex in biker boots and I was about to ride bitch with him.
As we walked out of the bar I noticed that Clarke's body guards were standing outside. Mother Fuck! I knew he would come, he isn't going to let me go. I shiver thinking about the nightmare that has haunted me for the past year.
“I OWN YOU!”
“So, where would you like to ride to, Babe?” he asked while mounting his bike
She thought for a minute,
“Your place, if that’s OK.”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” he chuckled at his own words. I think I just had an orgasm. His voice was like pure ecstasy.
Going home with this man is not going to be good. Maybe a quick romp in the sheets, or table, would be good for me. I threw my leg over the bike and wrapped myself tight around him.
I hope I'm wrong, hopefully I'm heading for a place that might help me forget about the past, at least for a little while. This is going to be a couple of hours of good sex, nothing more. I have my kids to worry about and protect, no time for a relationship. I never cheat, not my thing. Now, after everything I have been though, the marriage I had to Clarke is over. All that needs to be done is the paperwork, if one of us makes it that long. Steel has taken me to speak to a lawyer a few times, we just don't want to add fuel to the fire by filing for divorce yet. Clarke would go off the deep end, and we just can't have that.
I bet this guy doesn't know I'm his VP's sister, and tonight that is how it's going to stay. Tonight I am going to pretend to be someone who isn't too damaged. I haven't seen this man around before. This must be the enforcer guy Steel was telling me about. He looks like a total bad ass and I know I would never cross this man. I've learned about crossing men. Not a mistake I want to make again anytime soon.
The honeymoon was perfect. Sex and Paris. It was surprising that Clarke got to take off that much time from work. Nothing like the twinkling lights and chocolate covered strawberries to set the mood.
That month, Clarke was on his best behavior. Even taking me shopping and dining in the most exclusive restaurants. Most of our time was either spent in bed, obsessing about each other, or Clarke was showing me all the tourist attractions.
Once we arrived back in the states, things changed. One day after work, he came in the kitchen, grabbed me by the hair and threw me into the counter. The first time I realized that I had made a mistake, was in that very moment. He screamed at me and tossed a paper in my face. That paper had a picture of me hugging my best friend's husband. The title said 'Murphy, is he already being stepped out on?'
He slammed me into the counter again, pressed up against me from behind and pulled my hair, forcing my head back.
“You're mine, Rebecca, it's best you don't forget it.” He whispered. His lips were barely skimming my ear. Out of no where, he bit down hard, and I screamed out in agony. That time, he caused me to have a miscarriage. We didn't find out I was pregnant until I had already lost it.
Demon
I could feel her body pressed against me, the way her hands held my shirt, and her tits pressed into the leather on my back, made me harder. Uncomfortable, is riding a Harley with a hard on. The drive to my place is short since I only live at the far end of the Club's property. Makes getting to and from easy. Most members stay at the club in the many apartments they have there. Not I, I need more privacy than that.
I cut the engine, waiting for her to move. When she finally did, I co
uld tell that she had been crying. I know it was none of my business, but I got off the bike, walked over to her, and wiped the tears off her cheeks.
“What's wrong sweet cheeks?”
“Tonight just make me forget who I am.”
The look in her eyes said everything I needed to know. Someone, my guess is Steel, had hurt this woman and she wanted me to take it away, even if it was just for the night.
“I have a fifth of Jack and a few hours.” then I leaned in close to her and whispered, “And believe me when I say I'll fuck you so hard you won't remember whoever hurt you.”
“Promise?” She asked, smiling.
Why not, I don't want or need an old lady, but I need to get this dick wet every now and then. I just winked and then lead the way in.
“So, what is your name?” I asked, It didn't matter, I was going to forget by tomorrow evening, either way it seemed like the right thing to do.
“Now why ruin this with names and feelings. I need a lay, the look in your eyes says you do too. So whatever name you want to call me is fine with me. Get me drunk and fuck me.”
There for a second I was stunned, well this is different. Normally women want some affection, not this chick. She was a straight no chaser kinda woman and I have to admit I like it.
“Jack is right over here and my name is Demon.” She just laughed.
I pulled two glasses, a bottle of Jack out of the cabinet, and poured them each a double. She gulped hers down and asked for another. After I poured this one, she just sipped it.
After a few minutes she looked up at me through her eyelashes. She kicked off her boots and let out a relieved breath. Her hands laced into the hem of her shirt and lifted it above her head, then dropped it on the boots. When I looked at her, my breath got stuck in my throat. She is the sexiest woman I have laid eyes on in a long time.
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