by London Casey
“Everyone calm down,” Jasper said.
“You’re letting this happen?” Duke growled, looking at Jasper. “Letting that bitch in here?”
I shook my right arm away and got another punch at Duke, clipping the edge of his jaw.
Kye grabbed my arm again. “You touch him again, Trent, and I’ll slit your throat.”
Trev entered the room and looked around. “Holy fuck.”
There were two guys each holding onto me and Duke. And there was Harlee on the floor still, just laying there on her side, unable to move.
“First, someone pick her up,” Trev ordered.
Kye broke away from me and grabbed the chair. He was too damn rough and I tried to pull at Xavier but he had a damn firm grip on me.
“Second, what the fuck?” Trev yelled.
“That bitch wanted to kill me,” Duke said. “And you’re letting her stay?”
“No, I’m not,” Trev said.
“What?” I asked. “I thought we talked, Prez.”
“We did. I’ve changed my mind.” Trev stared at me. His eyes were dark, evil. He had the eyes of a guy running outlaw. “I want her gone, Trent.”
ten.
(harlee)
I want her gone, Trent.
Well, that was all I needed to hear. I started to kick and wiggle my hands, desperate to get free.
“Kye, shut her up,” Trev said.
The guy who had carried me to the room and tied me to the chair moved his hand. He was either going to grab a gun or a knife.
Trent fought out of the hold of the guy holding him and grabbed at Kye, throwing him across the room like he weighed nothing. The way Trent manhandled the burly bikers was intense. And sexy.
He stood, blocking me, and said, “Not a chance. Prez, we had a deal here. She was talking to me before Duke busted in and fucking went crazy.”
“You want to see crazy, asshole?” Duke asked, his voice slurring.
“Tristan, take Duke to the bar,” Trev said. “Get him a drink and a blowjob.”
“Someone say blowjob?” a voice asked.
It was another member entering the room. He was rough looking in a sexy way with really nice eyes. His pants were open and he was touching himself.
I gasped.
“Cash!” Trent yelled. “Put your shit away.”
A woman appeared, rubbing her jaw. “Hey. You said you’d take care of me now.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Trent said.
“Everything good here?” Cash asked. “You need help?”
“Thanks for the offer,” Trev said. “Now go. Finish up. Repay the favor to your friend.”
“Come on, sweetie,” Cash said. He turned the woman around and sent her walking. He then looked into the room, grinning. “I’m not eating that, man. I know what’s been there.” He shook his head fast. “But she’s good at sucking. She was wearing a lot of lipstick if you catch my drift…”
Cash was then gone and I was even more confused.
“What did she tell you?” Trev asked.
“You want this now?” Trent asked. “Right here?”
“Yes,” Jasper said.
I had been slowly picking up the names and positions of all the guys. Some I remembered from the Night Soul clubhouse, some I didn’t.
“Go ahead, darling,” Trent said to me. “Tell Trev.”
I looked at Trent. I shook my head.
“He can’t save you,” Trev said. “I can.”
I forced myself to look at Trev. I wanted to be mad at them all. But the truth was that they were the ones who had me.
“They have all your pictures on a wall,” I said. “That’s how I knew some of your names and faces. How I knew who Duke was. Rocco and Gunner probably won’t stop after this either. Gunner took me into their meeting room and showed me the pictures. Pointed out a few of you. Told me what to do. I’m sorr…”
“That’s enough,” Trev said. “Jasper, cut her.”
I tensed up.
Jasper took out a knife and came at me.
Trent stepped to the side.
Now even he wasn’t going to save me.
**
Jasper put the blade to my hand. He then turned it and started to cut. He wasn’t cutting me, he was cutting the rope. Repeating the same motion on my other hand and I was finally free. Only I still held onto the arms of the chair.
“Here’s the plan,” Trev said. “Duke is right with everything. You were going to kill him. Don’t lie to me either. If Trent hadn’t been there…”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I’ll be honest,” Trev said. “You shouldn’t be living right now. The message back to your friends should be your body. But since Trent put up a hell of a fight for your safety and my assumption you’ll do what is needed, I’m going to compromise.” Trev looked at Trent. “I want you both out of here. Take her to your place. Let Duke drink it off and we’ll catch up tomorrow.”
“That’s smart,” Trent said. “If Rocco plans an attack, he’ll come here looking for her.”
“I’ll have prospects watch you,” Jasper said.
“I don’t need fucking protection,” Trent said.
“Yes you do,” Trev said. “Now get your shit and get out of here.”
Trev and Jasper walked toward the door.
I called out, “Thank you.”
Trev stopped and looked back. “Don’t thank me. Thank Trent. Know that right now your ultimate fate is to die. You have no idea the war you’ve stepped into.”
They left the room and Trent crouched down in front of me.
“We better get out of here,” he said.
“This isn’t fair to you. This is your clubhouse. It’s where you’re safe. I’ll just go. Or just let them kill me. It’s probably better off that way.”
Trent’s hand shot out and touched my cheek. “No, darling, it’s not better off that way. I need to get out of here anyway. If Duke and I go eye to eye again, one of us is going to end up dead.”
“So you really are a monster, huh?” I asked, forcing myself to grin, to lessen the tension.
Trent stood up and looked eighty feet tall. But his sexy eyes seemed like they were inches from my face.
Then he spoke.
“Darling… we’re all monsters.”
**
Trent’s place was pretty surprising for a bad ass biker guy. It was clean, put together, yet it had a little bit of a tough manly smell to it. He shut the door and locked all three locks on the door.
“Stay away from the windows,” he said, “Just in case we get attacked.”
How soothing.
He tossed my bag onto the table and then opened the fridge and offered me a beer. I took it, figuring a beer or ten couldn’t hurt anything.
“I brought us a drink back at the clubhouse but that got all messed up.”
“What’s with Duke?” I asked. “I mean, I know he was mad about me…”
“He did two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. When he saw the towers fall he was riding with his first outlaw club. It wasn’t the life he wanted so he went to fight a greater enemy. He was never the same again. That’s all I’m going to say.”
I swallowed a lump of guilt. I had come that close to killing a man who had been fighting for my freedom? A man who returned to his country confused, hurt, and wanting the life of freedom and fighting enemies.
I drank half the beer in silence and then grabbed my bag. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Down the hall, second door on the right,” Trent said.
Then he turned around. It looked like he was in pain or just angry about something.
I walked down the hall and entered the bathroom. I shut the door and locked it. Looking in the mirror, I looked like eight shades of hell had washed over my face. I was still in those tight, stupid clothes from the gambling thing. I grabbed for the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head. It felt so good to get that shirt off. Next came the pants. I had to wiggle an
d wrestle out of them they were so freaking tight to my body. I slipped out of my panties and then reached back and unsnapped my bra. I was then naked, in Trent’s bathroom.
I sidestepped and turned on the water. Bending slightly, I looked at my full breasts as they just dangled there in front of me. When the water got hot, I turned on the shower and started to step inside. Then I stopped and glanced back to the bathroom door. My mind started to race. I had dueling voices messing with me. Before I could reason with myself, I walked to the door and slowly unlocked it.
Just in case Trent wanted to come in.
By the time I got into the shower, I was fully turned on. To the point where my nipples were hard and sensitive. Each time the hot water hit my chest, I would wiggle a little, trying to calm myself. My thighs ached a little and I wasn’t wet just because of the shower water. There was something else there, waiting for Trent.
What is wrong with you? He’s a killer. He’s called the monster.
I couldn’t help myself.
He had saved me and protected me. Hell, even tied to a chair with my life in the balance, Trent had done more for me than Daxton ever did. And before Daxton, my last boyfriend… let’s not go there.
I stepped into the water even more and let it rush against my face. My hands touched my sides and ran down my body. All I could feel were flaws.
All I wanted to feel was Trent’s hands on me.
eleven.
(trent)
The second the water turned on, my cock thickened. I had my beer in my hand and stood at the end of the hallway, staring at the door. I didn’t need to look down to see the bulge slithering down my leg, I could fucking feel it.
This woman was driving me mad already. There weren’t many that did that kind of shit to me and for Harlee, there was no good reason. I hated to admit I actually felt bad for her because that meant I actually felt something. My job was to be the muscle of the MC. The brains were for the President, the VP, and a guy like Cade. I was supposed to break noses, necks, and if you had a slit between your legs, I’d break your goddamn heart.
Something inside me said Harlee needed to be alive.
Fine. Stay alive for another night and day.
I finished off the beer and walked to the kitchen for another one. I looked out the window and saw two prospects sitting behind my motorcycle. They were on an all night protection run for me. There were probably two more circling the neighborhood, engines revving, making sure their thunder was heard. Like the warning roar of a lion, needing to keep enemies away.
I twisted the top off a fresh beer and went to the bedroom. There was obviously only one bed there. And there were two people. Man. Woman. The equation fucking solves itself, right? It usually solved it in my situation. You came into my bed and you were getting fucked six ways from Sunday. If I was tired, you could sleep until morning. Most of the time, you were tossed on your ass to find a ride home.
I couldn’t do any of that with Harlee though.
I took off my leather cut and tossed it to my dresser. I kicked off my black boots and let out a breath of relief. One thing I learned running in this life was that you had to find ways to chill. For a minute. An hour. A few hours. That’s why we loved whiskey and pussy. They were easy drugs and worth the addiction.
As I stood there, thinking, I heard a knock.
The bedroom door was open though.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watched the bathroom door slowly open. I saw half of Harlee’s face, her dark eyes and wet hair.
My cock pulsed even more.
“Trent?”
“Yeah, darling?” I said.
“There’s no towel in here.”
I saw her cheeks flush a little.
I saw curved outline of her shoulder.
“Open that door and walk right out and get one,” I said with a grin.
She shut the door.
The truth was that if I wanted to see her naked that bad, nothing could stop me. Hell, the monster wouldn’t have stopped no matter what.
I went to the hallway closet and grabbed a fresh towel. It was pathetic to think but as I stared at the towel I realized it was going to feel every inch of Harlee’s wet body. Long before my tongue would get its chance.
I grabbed the doorknob and turned it. I opened the door just a sliver. “I have a towel for you, darling.”
She appeared again and opened the door just enough to slide the towel through. It was more than she had opened it the first time which meant I saw even more. A bare leg, the roundness of her hip, even a quick glimpse of the side of her breast.
The door shut again and I made a fist and put it to the door.
I can’t get too close… I can’t have it happen again…
**
She opened the door wearing nothing but a towel.
Are you trying to fucking kill me?
“I hate to ask,” she said, “but do you have a bandage or something for my knee?”
I looked down and saw the gash on her knee. It was nasty, fresh with blood, but it wasn’t dripping.
“What happened?”
“You,” she said.
“Me?”
“When you were running with me. I looked back and those guys had machine guns. I tripped and hit the ground. You kept going.”
“Sorry for saving your life.”
“I didn’t say anything,” she said.
“Come here and sit down.”
She sat on the edge of bathtub. I grabbed a bandage and turned to face her, on one knee. There was just a fucking piece of cloth keeping my eyes from devouring her entire body.
I touched the back of her leg and lifted. “Does it hurt?”
“Stings,” she said.
I focused on the gash. “It doesn’t look that deep. You’ll be fine.”
The towel was riding up her legs, inches from showing me her slit. I swore if I inhaled a deep enough breath I would smell her. That sweet scent, like honey.
I patched up her knee and started to stand, turning to try and hide my hard cock, but Harlee grabbed my hand.
“Thanks, Trent. For this. For trusting me. I’ll do anything, okay? I really can’t stand those guys over there.”
I nodded. “Just take it one day at a time right now. Trev was right. You have no idea what you stepped into here.” I broke my hand away from hers. “You can have the bed. I’ll be on the couch. I’ll make sure nothing happens. Get some sleep, darling.”
That was the last bit of conversation for the night between myself and Harlee.
An hour later, I had killed off another three beers. I sat on the edge of the couch, my gun on the table, empty beer bottles next to it, and my dick still aching. I then did something I hadn’t done in a long time.
I took care of myself…
twelve.
(harlee)
I told Trent everything I knew about Night Soul. The conversations, people they hurt, women they slept with, any guns I saw, and anything that I could possibly think of. I never thought being in their clubhouse would actually come back to help me. The more I spoke, the more it seemed to ease the tension with my pretense and Back Down Devil MC.
The biggest problem was the tension between me and Trent.
Trev wanted us to stay in his apartment until he gave orders otherwise. The place started to feel like it was a paper bag because we always seemed to be on top of each other. Each time I saw him, my body felt woozy and warm. I knew he couldn’t have been comfortable sleeping on the couch. A few times I snuck out of the room and crept down the hallway to find him sitting on the couch, gun on his lap. One time he was standing at the window, gun in his hand.
He was full on protecting me. Not just saying it.
When I showered, I thought of Trent with me. It was so dumb because getting too close to him was too risky for both of us. Yet just being near him kept the temptation growing and growing. Like the one thing I couldn’t have and I wanted it more than anything in the world. Plus, I was a woman. I had nee
ds. I had wants. Trent’s eyes unlocked fantasies that were in the back of my mind. Now there in the front of my mind and I was desperate for him to do something.
I had witnessed the monster a couple times that first week with him. The way he fought, defended his club’s honor, not to mention his sheer size and muscular strength was just so impressive. Another MC came for a drinking party and they all started to bet on fights. They were all friends yet they all fought each other. Trent got into a man made circle and knocked a guy out with four punches. Violence never turned me on before… but Trent being violent did.
I woke up one morning and sat up in his bed. The smell of his musky, tough guy scent was gone and replaced by my shampoo. I wore nothing but a long t-shirt, not even a bra.
It felt wrong to admit how well I had been sleeping. If I was being held captive and was going to end up dead, at least my days leading up to it were comfortable.
The door opened and in came Trent. He was in his leather cut, as big and strong as ever. “Morning, darling.”
“Trent.”
I hated that he called me darling all the time. He probably called everyone that but when he did it to me it did wild stuff inside me.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this to a woman,” he said, “but I need you to put on some pants.”
I smirked. “Why?”
“Trev is here. Meeting time.”
He then shut the door.
That didn’t make me feel any better at all.
I scrambled out of the bed, instantly sobering up from my drunk feelings of wanting Trent to take me right in his bed.
I got dressed and went to the kitchen to find Trent standing with a coffee mug in his hand. Trev sat at the table, his massive hand wrapped around a coffee mug.
Behind him, at the door, was Cash. I learned fast that he was wild and really gross… but in some strange way, sweet.
“Hey, beautiful,” Cash said and winked.
“Cash,” Trent said.
