His Possession

by Tory Richards

  His Possession

  By

  Tory Richards

  Copyright © 2016 Tory Richards

  All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Tory Richards

  Tory Richards: http://www.toryrichards.com

  Email: toryrichards60@gmail.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Editor: Alisha Corsi

  ‘Author’s note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.’

  Prologue

  Raze

  Fuck, it felt good to be free again. Three years wasn’t long by most standards, unless you were cooped up in a stinkin’ prison cell. The day in, day out routine had been monotonous as hell, and a fucking reminder of what had been taken away from me. Freedom was the highest price you could pay in life, and in my world it trumped fucking death. The only thing that had kept me strong was knowing that my brothers were on the outside, fighting for my release.

  Was I innocent? Of that particular crime, fuck yes, but it wasn’t lost on me how much more time I could have served under different circumstances. As the sergeant at arms for the Wreckers MC I was no saint. I’d maimed and killed plenty in my lifetime, whether during my stint in the Marines or as a biker in an outlaw club. But on that particular night the killing hadn’t been done by my hands, and I was going to find the bitch whose lies had given me a life sentence.

  I could almost taste the sweet bite of revenge on my tongue, or maybe it was the bottle of whiskey and weed I’d consumed the night before, my first night as a free man. Thank fuck the truth had come out, a video had surfaced showing what really had gone down, and after months of waiting to be exonerated, I’d finally been released. The fact that she had eventually come forward and changed her story didn’t fucking matter. It hadn’t been enough.

  I was going to find her, and ruin her.

  Forget that I’d been in love with her for half of my fucking life.

  As president of the club, Reaper knew what my plans were. He understood why I wanted revenge. Fuck, all the brothers understood. You hurt a brother, you fucked the whole club. The fact that she was from another MC was all the more reason to make her suffer. If you let things slide because she was a woman would signal to the others that your club was weak, and we weren’t pussies. We didn’t like hurting women, unless we had a damned good reason to.

  Rosa Santiago was going to wish she’d never been born by the time I got through with her. I’d lost three years because of her deceit, and it was time for her to learn the same, hard lesson.

  Chapter 1

  Rosa

  I gave myself a long look in the mirror that hung behind my bedroom door. The little dress Marie had insisted I wear was almost indecent. The clinging, black latex barely covered my rounded butt, and fell just a few inches below. A corset-style bodice laced up tight, forcing my boobs over the top while leaving my shoulders and arms bare. Knee-high heeled boots completed my outfit. It wasn’t something I would have picked out for myself, but I had to admit I looked hot.

  Slutty, but hot.

  I giggled, feeling for the first time in my life that I was free to do what I wanted, to go where I wanted and with whom. The club no longer ruled my life. I’d managed to break away from their influence and now I was starting a new life. Righting a horrible wrong had just been the tip of the iceberg. Moving as far away from the Winged Demons was going to save me. I’d never get back the five years I’d spent in the MC, but I would get back my life and self respect. It would be hard work, but I was committed.

  God bless my longtime friend Marie for taking me in and giving me the chance to get on my feet again. She’d welcomed me with open arms at a time when I’d thought that I had no one. She’d let me move into her spare bedroom, refusing to take my meager savings for food and rent, saying that once I found a job I could pay her then.

  I’d been a wreck, frightened and unsure of what awaited me away from the club, worried that once I confessed my awful sin of sending an innocent man to prison that she would turn against me. But she hadn’t judged me, had instead helped me to set things right. Together we’d found a lawyer and set the wheels in motion, unknowing at the time that a video of the truth had already surfaced. It was the video that ultimately got the Wreckers’ member released and had saved me from having to throw the Winged Demons under the bus.

  The thought of the Winged Demons coming after me made me shiver, but the possibility of them finding me wouldn’t be easy. They were in Texas, I was in New York. As far as I knew they didn’t know where I was from, and besides, they had better things to worry about than chasing an ex-old lady who didn’t want to be there.

  I unwilling thought about Raze, the sinfully sexy outlaw who’d held my heart in his hands for most of my life. He and my brother had grown up best friends, had even joined the service together, but Johnny’s death in a roadside bombing had ended it, had ended everything. Raze had had no reason to come around anymore. I’d waited for him, hoping that once he came out of the Marines he’d finally make his move and confess what we both knew, that we loved each other, but the opposite had happened. He’d denied our attraction, had pushed me away, and joined the Wreckers.

  It still hurt to think about it. I’d never stopped loving him. But his rejection had nearly killed me, pushing me into making wrong and destructive choices. And because of that I’d spent years as an old lady in a rival club, with a man I had more reasons to hate than like. My time with the Winged Demons had forced me to look the other way, accept situations that no normal person should have to, do things I hadn’t wanted to, and…hurt people.

  I’d betrayed Raze. At the time I’d felt that I hadn’t had a choice, knowing too that once I’d gained my freedom from Evil that I would do everything in my power to fight for his release. Mom had passed, and Evil’s threats of making her suffer—or else—no longer had any power over me. He could do whatever he wanted to me.

  I deserved it.

  I deserved to pay for what I’d done to Raze.

  “Hey, girlfriend.”

  Marie’s voice jerked me out of my deep reflection. She was the one shining light in my life. She was determined to bring me back to living a normal life, and seemed to know exactly how to do it. No dwelling on the past or past mistakes for her, it was a rule. Go forward and do the best that you can. The road to doing that apparently involved lots of pampering and partying. Just yesterday we’d spent the day at a salon getting the works from the top of our heads to the tips of our toes. It had been a birthday gift from her, and I had to admit that it had felt good.

  “Hello?”

  I grinned at Marie’s light-hearted tone coming from the other side of the door. I could tell that she was ready to party. I pulled the door open and we stood there eyeing each other. Marie looked as slutty as I did. She was wearing a bright red dress, cut daringly low in the front and showing off the swells of her breasts. It fell to about her knees and was split up the side. Matching stilettos put her at almost six feet. She’d piled her platinum blonde hair into a messy bun, similar to the one I had done to my long, black locks.

  “Holy shit, girl, you’re hot,” she laughed.

  “I can say the same thing about you.” I reached for the small clutch I’d set on top of the dresser earlier. “I hope you’re not taking me to a classy pla
ce, I feel kind of slutty.”

  “Everyone dresses like this, honey, even at the classy places, you’ll see.”

  “So where are we going?”

  “I thought we’d start out at The Dungeon.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

  “The Dungeon? Sounds kind of scary to me.” She took my hand and pulled me along as if the ridiculously high heels we were wearing were nothing.

  “It is!” She said it like a promise. “Lots of hot men and any kind of action you’re looking for.”

  “I’m just looking for a little dancing,” I reminded her. I knew Marie and how she liked to party. It wouldn’t surprise me if the evening ended up with a parting of the ways because she was dressed to get laid. Come to think of it, so was I. “No drugs.”

  She laughed. “Only if you want to.” She opened the front door and pulled me into the hallway.

  “No—”

  Marie swung around and put her finger to my lips to shut me up. “Just have fun, for goodness’ sakes. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”

  Before I knew it we were parking her car outside of The Dungeon. By the looks of the packed parking lot it was a happening place. I barely had time to take in the eccentric variety of vehicles and outside appearance of the huge nightclub before Marie was dragging me inside. One thing became instantly clear, though—the outside was more illuminated than the dim, smoky interior, and all at once we were enveloped in the loud, thumping beat of heavy rock and writhing half-naked bodies.

  I took a moment to look around, noticing there was an open upstairs concept revealing a half a dozen doors or more. It didn’t take a genius to know what might be going on behind those closed doors, especially when there was a couple making out and half-stumbling their way up the stairs. I gave Marie a knowing smirk. The grin on her face went from ear to ear.

  “I hope that’s me before the night is done!” She had to shout to be heard over the noise.

  “I have no doubts,” I smiled, my gaze landing on the bouncers that were stationed at the various exit doors. “How come they didn’t check us when we came in?”

  Marie shrugged. “Look at us, do we look underage?”

  No, we looked like every other woman present, spilling out of our barely-there dresses, wearing too much makeup and slutty heels. This was clearly a place to come if you wanted to find action, and after a long week of work I knew that was exactly what Marie was looking for. A resigned breath escaped me as I gave in to my inner slut and decided to go with the flow. I could drink and dance a little, but that didn’t mean that I had to hook up.

  Chapter 2

  Raze

  I tossed back my third whiskey and slammed the glass down onto the bar. The man that I saw when I looked up into the mirror was a stranger. Wearing the look of death, I knew that the demons inside me wouldn’t rest until fed with revenge. I wanted, needed, to hurt someone to assuage the anger and pain in my blood. I knew who that someone was. My whole fucking club knew what I had to do, and they were behind me. Nothing short of killing Rosa would right the wrong, or appease my brothers.

  Could I kill her? Maybe, but first she would pay, and the price was three years. It wouldn’t erase the betrayal or the three years that I’d lost in the pen, but payback was rarely a satisfying solution. I glared at Tiger until he got the message and brought me another shot. He set it down without a word and turned back to his old lady, Reba. She was helping him behind the bar tonight, as she always did on weekends. For as long as I could remember they’d been together.

  My gaze took in the activity of the bar behind me. Nothing had changed. There were still the hang a-rounds, easy pussy, and club members drinking heavily, smoking weed, and having sex on a Saturday night. My brothers knew to leave me the fuck alone. I needed time to shake off the stifling isolation of being locked up. They knew I had shit to sort out and while they had my back, it was something I had to do on my own. Besides, most of them knew how I felt about Rosa.

  If we hadn’t had a history, she’d already be dead. My brothers would have insisted and seen to it. The fact that her brother and I had grown up together and had been best friends, along with the fact that I’d always wanted her, were the reasons she was still alive. Wait, I’d told them. She was the key to proving my innocence, and I’d wanted to be the one to extract retribution. So they had honored my wishes, even while the fucking judge had sentenced me to life. Getting out hadn’t been a wishful thought, I’d known it would become a reality.

  Now here I sat, drowning my anger and hate with the best whisky money could buy, when what I really should have been doing was losing myself in pussy. Fucking always brought me back. It dimmed the anger, lowered the adrenaline, and eased the turmoil living in my blood. What did it matter that I always saw Rosa’s pretty face on the slut I was fucking, and that the hair tangled in my hands was always black and silky.

  Betrayal.

  The bitch had betrayed me!

  “How’s it going, brother?”

  I barely glanced at Reaper. “Fucking great,” I snarled, tossing back another shot. “I’m free, ain’t I?” I’d been out of prison for almost a week. If it’d been anyone else but Prez I would have told him to fuck off, but the truth was I respected him, probably more than all the others.

  He motioned for Tiger’s attention, and said when he had it, “Bring me a bottle and another glass.”

  “Just need some time,” I said.

  “Since when? It’s not like this is the first time you’ve been locked up. You should be celebrating with all the free pussy walking around, not sitting here drowning in rot gut.” He snatched the bottle of whisky from Tiger and opened it up. “What makes this time so different?”

  I watched him pour a generous amount of booze into his glass. Reaper already knew the answer to that question. As president of the club he knew everything about every brother. Fuck, we all did. It was the only way to run an outlaw MC with any kind of success. Knowledge was a necessary evil. It kept the club organized, working like a well-oiled machine, and out of trouble. Reaper was a good president, and each one of his officers had to prove themselves every day. We had loyalty and respect to him and the club first, and the willingness to protect it without question.

  No matter what the costs.

  Even if it meant killing.

  I watched Reaper down the first shot, knowing that he was feeling the burn of the hundred proof whisky sliding slowly down his scarred throat. “Rosa.” I said her name like it was poison on my tongue, grimacing with the taste.

  “Fuck, brother, I already knew that. When are you gonna deal with that?”

  I glared at him. “I’ll deal in my own time.”

  His brows shot up. He clearly didn’t like my response. “The brothers want revenge now. It should have—”

  “She’s mine, Prez,” I growled before he could go on. “Make no mistake about that. No one touches Rosa Santiago but me. Are we clear?” I punctuated my anger by slamming my glass down on the bar with such force that it shattered.

  Reaper didn’t even flinch. Movement out of the corner of my eye revealed that my actions did receive attention from some of the others closest to us. It wasn’t enough to halt the activity going on around us, or the Motley Crue lyrics “Wild Thing” pounding through the bar. We stared each other down. The respect was there, but so was the underlining threat we both yielded. As president he could call for a vote on how to handle Rosa, but I knew he wouldn’t.

  “Relax, brother,” he finally said. “I’m not going to take that satisfaction away from you. I just wonder if you can do it, considering the history you two have. What she did affected the whole club.”

  “The history we have was the friendship between her brother and me, that’s it.” I knew that I wasn’t fooling him, and his expression showed it. I didn’t give a fuck. Saying the words wouldn’t change the truth, but maybe, just maybe, I could convince myself that Rosa hadn’t meant anything to me so that I could carry out the vengeance the club want
ed.

  That I wanted.

  Because, God help me, every fucking time I thought about the last three years I wanted to get my hands around her throat, but first I wanted to know why. I had to find her. She’d disappeared about a year before, whether by force or by choice, I didn’t know, or care. Word was that her old man, or ex-old man, Evil, was looking for her, too. Either way, it looked like Rosa’s days were numbered.

  “We know where she is.”

  My attention snapped back to Reaper. It was the last thing I’d expected him to say.

  “We’ve been keeping tabs on her since she left the Winged Demons,” he went on to explain, a crooked grin on his face. “Evil’s after her, too, so you might want to hurry before he gets to her.”

  That sobered me up fast. “Where the fuck is she?”