by Alexa Rynn
CUTTER 5: RED SIN MC
BY ALEXA RYNN
Copyright 2016 Alexa Rynn, all rights reserved.
No part of this work may be reproduced without written consent of the author. This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This book is for a mature audience only due to strong language and strong sexual conduct.
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DEDICATION:
For Marissa: because you have the purest and most beautiful heart I’ve ever seen up close, because you read every word I write, because you’re one of the strongest woman I’ve ever known, and because as gorgeous as you are on the outside doesn’t even begin to compare to your beauty on the inside and that’s the most important thing of all. I love you, BFF.
Chapter One
GRACE
Two weeks.
That was how long it had been since I walked into a building in the middle of The Misfit territory and requested to speak to their President. What I had gotten in return was a room full of laughs until a few of the higher ranked brothers stepped forward from the back of the club house and realized who I was.
Grace.
Not only was I known wanted Misfit property but I also happened to be the girlfriend of the Vice President of one of their deepest rivals. Or the Ex girlfriend, or whatever you wanted you call it. The truth was that I didn’t know where Cutter and me stood. I just knew that I had betrayed him in the worst way possible and now he hated me for it. I had hurt the one person I never wanted to cause an ounce of pain to and now I was doing everything I could to make sure I never did anything to harm him again: even if that meant spending the rest of my life as a slave.
Only so far being held captive didn’t feel much like being a slave.
They had me held up in this decent sized room with a mini fridge, bed, and T.V. Plus, my own bathroom. The few Misfit brothers who actually came by didn’t bother me much. They barely acted like I existed at all. They hadn’t let me go but they hadn’t hurt me either and that made me feel like there had to be a reason behind it.
And as much as I hated to admit it, a part of me hoped that it had something to do with Cutter still caring about me. If they weren’t harming me, maybe it was because Red Sin had something that wanted more than me and they were willing to make a trade for it.
I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the wall. I wondered what Cutter was doing right now. Probably having sex with tons of skinny girls with huge boobs, getting drunk and partying. It was immature to think that way but I couldn’t help feeling sorry for myself. I should have done this to begin with instead of getting involved with Cutter and his father and the rest of The Red Sin.
At least then I wouldn’t know how bad this sucked, I wouldn’t know how much the pain consumed me. A life without Cutter was miserable because I’d already known a life with Cutter. But I guess it was better to know that kind of love and then lose it rather than never know it at all.
A tear slipped down my cheek.
God, I was such a girl.
The door to my room swung open with a loud crash. I wiped at my face and swung my body around, the last thing I wanted to do was seem even weaker to the brothers of The Misfits. They already thought I was crazy enough turning myself over to them willingly, I didn’t need to add fuel to the fire. Not that I could blame them, even I could admit that it was pretty insane of me. But I guess when you loved someone enough insane things seemed kind of normal; or at least justified.
I groaned when I saw my least favorite of the brothers entering.
“Well, good morning, sweet pea,” Clause called, kicking the door shut behind him. “How did Red Sin’s little whore sleep, huh?” He dropped a fast food bag onto the bed and grinned. “Did you have wet dreams while you thought about me, huh?”
I gagged and he winked. “I knew it, I know how bad girls like you are.”
It wasn’t that I was scared of Clause necessarily. He was more of an annoyance, always saying nasty things and bothering me about things that weren’t true. I suspected it was more about being bored than actually caring what I was up to.
I grabbed the bag off the bed and glanced inside. “Wendy’s again?” I sighed. “I’m so sick of Wendy’s,” I told him, pushing the bag away. “I’m too depressed to eat, anyway.”
He grabbed the bag away from me and started popping fries into his mouth. “Suit yourself.” He pulled out a cheeseburger from inside and started unwrapping it. “The girl who put herself in this situation says she’s too depressed to eat.”
He was right; I’d done it to myself.
Didn’t mean it hurt any less.
“Oh, God, wipe the puppy dog-look off your face.” Clause shoved a bite of his burger into his mouth. “You can’t go acting all upset all the time. I mean, what exactly did you think you were walking into here?”
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” I snapped.
I really wanted to be alone in my misery.
“Not really,” he shrugged, chewing loudly. He stuck his tongue out and ran it over his thick lips. It was too bad he was so obnoxious or he would be pretty attractive. Dark hair, full lips, perfect abs and a square nose over naturally tan skin. Something told me his bad attitude stopped him from getting much action, though. Of course, I guess when you were a brother your attitude didn’t matter; pussy just flocked to you.
The way it was probably flocking to Cutter right now.
My stomach turned at the thought.
The door swung open again and a brother I’d never seen before entered. He had a shaved head and a beard that came down to his neck. He grinned at me then frowned when he spotted Clause. “Get lost.”
Clause popped the last piece of burger into his mouth. “What are you doing here?” He plopped down on the bed next to me, making it clear that he wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
“I’m here to make sure that everything is all set for later on today.” He looked like he wanted to strangle Clause. “And that means annoying little pricks like you need to get lost, this is above your stance in the club, little foot.” The bald brother grinned, motioning toward the door.
Clause rolled his eyes. “Actually, Lance, I’m on the rest of the day shift and I can’t leave until Bark himself tells me it’s okay.” He crossed one of his long legs over the other.
I recognized Bark’s name. He was someone they referred to a lot. I wasn’t sure if he was their Vice President or just someone a hell of a lot higher up than they were.
Lance looked away with a guilty expression. He’d tried to use intimidation to get Clause to leave and it hadn’t worked out for him, no one had given him orders to be here or Clause would have heard about it. He ran one of his thick pale hands over his head and let out an exasperated wheeze. “Can’t you just be cool for once?”
Clause looked shocked. “I resent that, I’m always cool.” He shot me a sideways glance. “Aren’t I, Grace?”
I shrugged. If it had just been Clause and me I might have some sarcastic dig to shoot back at him but I didn’t want to say much in front of Lance and I think Clause could sense that because he didn’t press the matter.
“Then prove it and get out of here,” Lance growled, letting his eyes travel over to where I lay on the bed and glancing up and down my body. “I want to get to know our new friend here.”
I moved closer to Clause on the bed off impulse.
Lance smirked. “What you only have eyes for our buddy Clause here?” He took a step toward me. “Is that what you said to my brother the night he got his face stomped in over you? That you only had the energy to fuck one of them?” He pinched his teeth together and bit th
e air roughly. “No one here to stomp me into the ground though, is there?”
Clause got up from the bed. “No ones stomping anyone anywhere.” He grabbed another handful of fries out of the bag and started chomping away on them. “Don’t you have anyone else to bother?” He shot me a wink, clearly thinking he was funny since I’d said almost the same thing to him only seconds earlier.
“Don’t you?” Lance rubbed his hands together. “Go run an errand.”
“No can do, under strict orders,” Clause said for the second time.
Lance inhaled deeply and then blew out the air slowly, trying to calm himself down. He shook his head and licked his lips. “Screw it, he can watch.” He dodged toward the bed and grabbed me by the legs. “You ready to have some fun?”
I tried to kick at him as he pulled me toward him, but he had me by the ankles, twisting them around so far that I was worried my bone might snap. “No!” I screeched, kicking the air. “No!”
“What the fuck?” Clause said.
“It’s okay,” Lance said, laughing evilly. “She means no, don’t stop!” He yanked me down so hard that my stomach crashed into the bottom of his crotch. “Don’t you, baby?”
“Knock it off, Lance,” Clause warned. “We have orders.”
Lance shoved one of his hands up my shirt and started feeling around my chest. “Yeah, but orders don’t feel as good as these big ole titties do.” He laughed again, sticking his hand all the way inside of my bra and starting to fish around for my nipple.
I tried to struggle but even with just one hand to hold me down he was still way stronger than me. His hands felt foreign and wrong on my skin, like they were a disease my body was trying to fight off and I guess in a way they were. His fingers were freezing inside of my bra; he found my nipple and tugged on it real hard. “Clause! Help me! Please!” I begged.
Lance flicked my nipple and moaned. “Mm, don’t worry, baby, those nipples will be hard in no time.” He grabbed my boob so hard that I screamed out, causing him to laugh harder. “Yeah, you know you want it, baby!” He pulled his hand out of my shirt and shoved it between my legs. “Get that fat pussy ready for me.” He rubbed back and forth over my slit through my jeans. “Mm, you really are a little fucking slut, aren’t you?”
Clause yanked him off me, shoving him across the room. “Alright, alright, that’s enough.” His eyes were wide, his features dark. “What the hell, man? That’s not part of the plan.”
Plan? What plan? I took the opportunity to put as much space between Lance and myself as possible. I pulled my shirt down tight and pressed my legs together, hiding my most private asset from his view.
Lance pushed himself up off the wall forcefully. “The plan fucking sucks! It’s been weeks and everyone is still waiting around like idiots.” He shot me a suggestive look. “Besides this plan is much more fun.”
“It may be stupid but that’s not our call to make.” He lowered his voice, trying to remind Lance of his loyalties. “There are protocols and chains of command to follow here.”
Lance’s eyes were empty, dead of any emotion. “Chains of command? Why should she sit here all this time just so the mighty president can be the first one to stick himself up inside of her? He has enough whores to pick from, this one is just sitting here, ready and waiting.”
“We both know it’s not that black and white,” Clause told his brother.
“Actually, it is.” Lance moved toward the bed again. “Come on, no one will ever know. It’s not like the bitch is going to say anything and even if she did, who would believe her?” He puckered his lips up and gave me an air kiss. “Everyone knows cunts lie.”
“It’s not going to happen,” Clause told him. “I think you should leave.”
Lance looked at Clause like he’d lost his damn mind. “It’s not going to happen? It’s not going to happen?” He moved closer to him, digging his eyes into his face. “Do you have any idea who I am compared to you? You do what I say, so fall the fuck in line.” He pressed his nose up against Clause’s face. “Now I’m going to make this real easy for you, I’m fucking the shit out of this little slut now and you can either join me or get the fuck out.”
He swung around and marched back over to the bed, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me up. “Get on your fucking knees, now.” He started fiddling with his pant button with his other hand. “I’m going to teach you what it means to get a real piece of sausage for breakfast.” He laughed loudly. “I hope you don’t have a gag reflex.”
“That’s enough!” Clause screamed and when I looked over a second later I realize that both Lance and me were looking down the barrel of a gun. “Let her go.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Lance said. “You aren’t going to use that thing, Clause, who the hell are you trying to kid?” But the way he let go of my arm told me that he wasn’t as sure as he sounded.
Clause motioned for me to move away from Lance with the gun. “Grace, get over here. Lance, you need to go, you need to go now.” He slid the safety off and kept the gun on him, trying to show him that he wasn’t going to be backing down.
Lance watched me move to Clause’s side and paused, turning over the facts in his head. After a long few moments filled with silence he shook his head. “You’re bluffing.”
Clause moved the gun an inch and shot at the desk in back of him, sending a shot shooting straight through the wall and into whatever was on the other side. “I promise you, I’m not,” he said once the sound of gunfire had died off.
I gasped. Maybe I should have been used to hearing guns go off by now but I still wasn’t. Each time I still felt like a bomb was going off somewhere and I’d just missed the cut off time to disable it.
Lance jolted to the side, just as thrown off by Clause’s actions as I was. His mouth hung apart as he gapped at Clause. “You idiot, you’re going to wish you didn’t do that.” He reached for his waistband.
“I’ll shoot you, Lance!” Clause said, forcefully. “I don’t want to but I will.”
His tone sent goose bumps up and down my arms. I was shocked, I really didn’t think Clause had this type of thing in him but maybe I wasn’t the best judge of character. Clearly, people kept surprising me.
Lance thought about it for a few more seconds and then moved his hand away, slowly backing toward the door as Clause kept his gun pointed on him. “This isn’t cool, bro, not at all.”
“We have orders,” Clause said sternly.
“I’m sure we do.” Lance opened the door and slipped out.
Clause held the gun out while he crossed the room and slipped the lock over. He glanced out of the peephole and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, punching in a few numbers. “You might want to get ready to move, he’ll probably be back. Once Lance sets his eyes on a girl he usually doesn’t stop until he’s had her.”
“You mean he’s raped before?” I asked, shock and hurt still flowing in and out of my body. I was grateful for what Clause had done for me, even if it was only because he was following orders.
“Well, of course he has.” Clause punched a few numbers into the screen of his phone. “Didn’t you see the look on his face? He gets off on that kind of thing.”
“And you still consider him a brother?” I asked, disgusted.
Clause looked at my blankly. “You don’t just ditch a brother because he has different beliefs than you. All of our brothers come from different paths and walks of life.”
“Raping someone isn’t a belief.” He was starting to make me feel sick.
“Sure, it is. He believes in taking what he wants.”
I let out a loud gasp and crossed my arms across my chest. “Why did you even bother saving me in the first place then?” I threw my hands up in the air. “Why not just let him have his way with me if it’s just about having a different belief than another person.”
Clause frowned. “Because I have orders.”
I turned my back on him and glanced out the window. I couldn’t look at him
anymore; he made me feel like I was going to vomit all over the floor. How could people think that line of reasoning was okay? I looked down at the buildings below me, filled with businesses and people of the city. Somewhere out there was Cutter.
Cutter; going about his business and living his life without me.
Cutter would never knowingly let this kind of behavior go on in his club.
But Cutter was different; unlike anyone else I’d ever met.
I ran my fingers over my dry lips, remembering his touch, the way he tasted me so gently. Or so roughly, depending on his mood. I’d probably never know what that kind of tenderness felt like again.
My heart started to sting as I looked down at the city again.
Yeah, Cutter was out there somewhere living his life.
I just hoped wherever he was, he was happy.
Chapter Two
CUTTER
I’d never known true misery until now. I’d never known true pain until now. I’d never had such a strong urge to make everyone I came in contact with pay for my despair until now.
Heather slid a plate full of eggs, bacon, and toast across the counter of the bar at me. “You have to at least try and eat, Cutter,” she said when she saw me staring at the plate. “You haven’t had anything in your stomach in days.” She shot Blaze a look, hoping he would be of some help.
Instead, Blaze reached across his already empty plate and grabbed a few pieces of my bacon and shoving them into his mouth. “Let him starve to death if he wants, more for me.” He took his fort and dabbed at my eggs forcefully.
I shoved the plate toward him. “Have it all, I don’t want it.”
Blaze agreed and started chowing down on it happily.
I reached across the bar and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniele’s, taking a long swig right out of the top of the bottle. The only thing I’d been in the mood to drink for days was alcohol. She’d left me, the only girl I’d ever really cared about had just left.
When I’d left Grace alone in the hotel room that night, I’d left to go drinking with Blaze. Left to go cool down and vent about everything going wrong. He’d calmed me down, the way he always did, and when I got back to the room Grace was gone and so was all of her stuff.
