Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)

by LeAnn Ashers

  I pull into the clubhouse, and the gate slams closed the instant I drive through it. We can’t take any chances of some fucker trying to shoot at us because the gate is partially open. Torch and Kayla were shot at through the gate bars, so that’s why we had bulletproof glass installed—to make sure something like that doesn’t happen again.

  After parking, I walk over to Alisha’s door. I open it and reach inside to lift her out and gently set her on her feet. She smiles up at me, and every single time she does that, it feels like getting punched in the gut. She is so beautiful that it’s a fucking crime.

  She always fucking turns me on with a flick of her finger. Right now, I want to spread her out on the seat of my truck and fuck her. I want her screaming my name, trembling under me until she can’t even move. I am a motherfucking walking hard-on.

  I hear screaming and see her mother running out of the clubhouse, straight for my woman. I smile when Alisha opens her arms for her mother. I have to admit I like her mom. She’s an older Alisha in some ways. The way they smile and the way they get that mean-as-shit glint in their eyes when they are thinking something they aren’t supposed to.

  “How are you, baby?” her mother coos and rocks Alisha from side to side.

  “I’m good, Mom. How are you?” Alisha asks her and takes a step back, her side pressed to mine.

  I wrap my arm around her back, my hand resting on her belly, where I have my son and my daughter.

  I just know that I have a son and a baby girl. I do. I am too much of a man not to have a boy, but a baby girl who is just like her mother will set a balance. She will never date. EVER. She is my daughter, and no man will be good enough. But that’s another story.

  “See you in a bit, Mom.” She waves to her mother.

  We walk inside the clubhouse. Eyes immediately go to her—she is that fucking beautiful. She is all mine though. I grin cockily at all of them because she’s mine and they will never have something like this because there is only one Alisha.

  “I’m going by the women.” She nods in a direction across the room.

  Following her movement, I see all the club’s ole ladies sitting at a table. She steps away, and I smack her ass. She laughs and continues walking.

  Perfect.

  I walk over to the bar and grab a beer. I prop my elbow on the side of the bar and watch her.

  “You’re fucking lucky, man.”

  Craning my head to the side, I see Locke standing there, and I smile at him because I am. “I am.”

  Butch walks in and the door slams closed.

  Butch lost his parents and his brother at the age of nineteen by a drunk driver. That set him down a dark path, and he joined the Navy. He became a SEAL, and then he was captured and tortured. That changed the man forever. He is dark as fuck, and he has some demons. Those demons eat at the man.

  “Ladies, I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back,” I tell everyone.

  They smile at me while listening to Jean telling her crazy stories that would only happen to her.

  I go down the hall where the bathroom is. I walk inside and hurry to do my business, wanting to get back to the party everyone planned for me. After washing my hands, I walk out. Then I stop because a man is leaning against the wall opposite to the door. A hand reaches behind him and a gun is pointed at me. I gasp and scoot back against the wall.

  Oh my God! What is happening?

  The man smiles in a gleeful way, and my fear heightens.

  “What do you want?” I ask and wrap my hands around my stomach, wanting to be anywhere but here, mostly worried about my babies. I can’t imagine something happening to them before they even have a real fighting chance.

  “You are going to come with me or I am going to bomb this place and kill everyone in it.”

  Tears fill my eyes because I have to go. I can’t let everyone die because of this. My heart is hurting so badly, knowing I am leaving my man behind in there.

  I also have faith that he will find me. I know he will. I just don’t want him hurt in the process. How did this man get into the club? Everyone had to wear a cut that perfectly matched the logos of that club.

  I study the man and notice he is wearing a cut Lane’s club wears. Does he work for the other club that has a vendetta against us?

  Holy shit.

  Am I getting kidnapped by those men? This brings on a whole different level of fear. The man’s hand shoots out and I flinch. He fists my hair and pulls. My head cranes to the side as I try to ease the sting.

  “Walk, bitch.” He lets my hair go and pushes me.

  I stumble but catch myself. The more steps I walk, the more my stomach sinks because I’m leaving the protection I have come to know.

  I am leaving Jordan.

  What if I never see him again? I close my eyes and continue walking.

  Don’t panic, Alisha. Panicking will make everything ten times worse and you don’t want that. You have to have a clear head, because this can go horribly if you don’t think rationally.

  I open the door to the club and blinding light comes into the hallway. He pushes me and I walk faster. He presses his gun into my side and I stiffen. He drags and pushes me to an old, beaten-up Ford pickup.

  He opens the passengers door and pushes me in. He slams the door, and I reach down for the door handle, but it’s been taken out. Fuck me! He gets in the driver’s side, and the truck roars to a start. Then he speeds out from behind the clubhouse.

  We come up to the gate and I feel a sense of hope because the prospects will know that something is wrong.

  I sit up farther in my seat so they can see me.

  The truck speeds up faster and faster. Oh, no. He isn’t… I curl into a ball in the seat because he is going to ram the gate to escape.

  Boom!

  There is yelling and a God-awful sound of metal crunching. Glass rains down into the vehicle, covering us. Thank goodness I braced myself or I would have been seriously hurt.

  Raising back up in my seat, I turn around to look out the back window. I see all of my MC guys filing out into the yard, my Jordan being one of the first outside. He looks at the truck and I see that he’s pissed.

  My man is coming.

  The truck speeds up, and I grab the “oh shit” handle, hanging on for the ride because I know that shit isn’t going to end well. I hear a huge thunder of bikes starting up and look back. They are thundering out of the clubhouse parking lot and following us. My Jordan is the first one in line.

  He knows.

  To keep from bursting into tears, I lay my head against the window to calm myself. What I wouldn’t give to be in his arms right now, to have his lips on my forehead and his hand on my stomach, to feel him moving inside me.

  I just want my man. I want to feel safe and protected.

  I hear a bike coming up fast, and I open my eyes, looking out the window. Jordan drives up beside us, and I sob at the sight. I touch the window and see that Jordan is mad—so mad I can almost feel it.

  He is so close right now, but so far away.

  “Bitch, get the fuck down!”

  A hand twines in my hair and I am jerked away from the window. I look at Jordan, and if I thought he was mad before…

  “You are not going to win,” I tell the guy who kidnapped me.

  He snarls at me, “I don’t give a fuck.”

  Jordan and Butch are behind him. Looking out the back window, I see that we are surrounded. My heart soars at the sight.

  “SHIT!” he screams at the top of his lungs, looking out the window at something on his side.

  I follow his gaze and see Lane.

  The truck swerves to the side and the truck bounces up and down. We are in a huge field. The truck is spinning out because the ground is very soft. He keeps on driving. I grip the “oh shit” handle because I see a creek up ahead. I’m not sure if he sees it or not.

  Crap. He doesn’t see it.

  The truck nosedives into the creek bed, and I hang on for dear life, not wa
nting to get hurt. The driver bangs his head on the side of the steering wheel. The windshield is broken out. What if I just climbed out really quickly?

  After seeing that he is still lying down, I stand up, put my legs through the windshield, and slide down the hood. Once my feet hit the ground, I take off running. I climb back up the hill. Once I hit the field, I go at a dead sprint. I see Jordan running toward me, along with the guys. I sob at the sight and quicken my sprint.

  “Stop, bitch.”

  I hear a pistol being cocked and stop dead in my tracks.

  “I will kill her!” he screams. His face is pale, and I can tell he’s scared. Scared doesn’t equal good things.

  “Rave, why have you done this?” Lane asks him, but I don’t take my eyes off the man pointing the gun in my direction.

  “I owe a debt that money won’t pay, but pussy will.”

  My stomach sinks when I realize that this man was going to give me away and I was going to be used and abused. My stomach turns with vomit and I can’t hold it in. I bend down and throw up. I’m physically ill at the thought of what could happen to me.

  “Angel.”

  I close my eyes at the sound of my name coming from my man, but I’m afraid to look and make the man mad. I don’t want to take any chances at all.

  “This won’t end well for you,” Kyle tells him.

  The gun starts shaking in Rave’s hand. I see movement behind him. I see that it’s one of Lane’s men, the one who reminds me of Butch.

  I see him raising his hand and I know it’s a Taser. The man mouths at me to duck and raises three fingers. I nod—just barely.

  He raises his fingers. One, two, three. On three, I hit the ground and cover my head. I hear a gun shot and then the sound of a man hitting the ground. I don’t move; I’m frozen with fear.

  I feel someone standing above me, so I look up.

  Jordan.

  After scrambling up, I go into his arm, my legs around his waist, my head in the crook of his neck. One of his hands goes to the back of my head, and the other goes to the middle of my back. I breathe in his scent.

  “God, I love you,” I tell him, needing him to know.

  “I love you too, my angel. More than life itself,” he tells me, his voice ragged and rough with emotion.

  I can tell he is affected just as much as I am. I shake in his arms from the high of everything being over. A tear leaks from my eye, and I tighten my arms around his neck. I never want to let him go; I want to stay in his arms forever.

  “Locke is on his way back with the truck. We’ll see you tonight,” Kyle tells Jordan, and I feel him nod.

  I was just kidnapped. I was kidnapped and things could have ended so much worse, but they didn’t. My life could have been over just like that. I will never take life for granted anymore. I am going to enjoy every single second of it.

  Later that night.

  Alisha just fell asleep, and I slip out of bed. I’m heading to the clubhouse. It’s time for some revenge. This man is in for a hell of a lot of pain. I will never forget the look on her face when she looked out the window at me, the fear and the want for me to take her away.

  Every time I think of her looking at me like that, it makes me so fucking mad that I want to hurt anything in my sight. I wanted to take that fucker out right there, but I want my revenge and I am getting it.

  Lane will be getting his also, but the man is mine. He hurt and took what was mine, and that is not overlooked. No, it’s held in the highest capacity. It’s one thing to mess with the club, but to mess with a member’s woman? That shit is another ballgame altogether.

  I cover her up, tucking the blanket under her neck. I pile the spare pillows around her to create the effect that I’m still there.

  Three prospects are here to protect her. One is on my porch, one is at the back of the house, and the other is stationed at the gate. The house will be armed. Nobody is getting to her.

  I walk into the room where the man is being held. He’s already been beaten to hell; I’m guessing that’s Lane’s doing.

  “He is all yours.” Lane smacks me on the back.

  I grin at the man, and his eyes widen. Yeah, be fucking scared. Pain is something he is going to become accustomed to very quickly.

  My mind flashes back to him pulling her hair, and I see the bruises on her wrist from him pulling her too hard. Grabbing the man’s hair with both fists, I pull the hair straight from the scalp. He winces, and I grin. I do this until he is relatively bald.

  I flip his right arm under so his inner arm is exposed. I grab his hand and bend it back, but I keep a grip on his elbow so it doesn’t break too. With one sharp tug, I break it. He screams and starts thrashing around.

  “You pulled her hair, bruised her wrist, and pushed her twice on the shoulder,” I tell him and walk to the wall with our toys. I grab a sledgehammer and walk back in front of him.

  I hit him on the shoulder, shattering the bone. He screams louder, and I turn to the other one. I shatter the next one because he pushed her twice.

  He pointed a gun at her.

  “Gun.”

  Kyle grabs a gun with a silencer. He hands it to me, and I cock It. I point the gun at his knee caps and shoot.

  This time, he passes out. Butch walks up with a bucket of ice water. We pour it over his head, and he wakes up screaming.

  He wanted to use my woman to get rid of his debt. She would have been raped, abused, and hurt. He had no fucking remorse, and he isn’t getting any from me.

  I push his pants and his boxers down his legs.

  “No no no no.” The man pleads, and it pisses me off.

  I grab his face and stare him down. “Did you have remorse for my woman? Hmm? You were going to give her away to pay for your debt and she would have been raped. That shit doesn’t deserve remorse.”

  A pair of pliers come into my view, and I look over to see Butch standing there with that fucking evil grin on his face. Stepping back, I open the pliers as far as they possibly can go and then wrap them around the head of his dick.

  Snap.

  He instantly passes out from the pain.

  I pour another bucket of water over his head. “This is the end. Enjoy Hell.” I shoot the gun, and the bullet lands between his eyes.

  I hand the gun off and look at Kyle. He nods at me and then at Lane, who does the same.

  “We have this,” Kyle says. “Go home to your woman.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  Once home, I strip down and go straight into the shower. Today has been hell. I have never felt fear like that before. Ever. My fear was losing my woman, losing the woman I love. The thought of that is unbearable.

  I love her.

  I just didn’t realize how much until someone tried to take her away from me.

  Getting under the sprayer, I brace my hands against the wall and let the water hit my back and my neck. I hear the glass door open and look over. Alisha steps inside, naked and looking beautiful. She wraps her arms around my back and lays her face on the middle of my back.

  “You okay?”

  I close my eyes. This girl is too fucking sweet. She’s been through absolute hell today, but despite that, she is worrying about me.

  “Come love me, Jordan,” she asks me in that sweet voice of hers.

  I can see what happened with me haunting him. I don’t want my man affected by this. It wasn’t his fault. It was nobody’s fault but the man who kidnapped me. I turn the shower off, grab his hand, and pull him out of the shower, not even caring that he is soaking wet. I just want to be connected to him. I want him, and I want us to forget.

  At the foot of the bed, I turn around to face him. He grabs my face between his palms. He stares at my face and smiles slightly before it drops. His face turns to the side to hide his emotions.

  That breaks my heart. I love this man more than anything. With his chin between my thumb and my forefinger, I pull his face in my direction so he is looking at me.

  “I love
you, Jordan. I’m here. Nothing happened. I’m fine. I’m yours.”

  With that, he lifts me off the floor and into the middle of the bed. He settles between my legs, and I feel his fingers at my pussy, testing if I’m ready. He gently drops onto his forearms, his gaze connected to mine.

  “I could have lost you, angel. I can’t live without you.” He drops his head to my shoulder and enters me with one thrust. He doesn’t do softly and slowly. He does hard and fast. A claiming.

  I love every single second of it.

  “You. Are. Mine.” He thrusts hard with every word.

  “I am all yours,” I whisper and moan.

  I feel his thumb on my clit, and I come from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I shudder and sink into the pillow, enjoying the ride.

  Jordan wakes me with his head between my legs. I arch and push myself harder against him, my hand going to the back of his head. I shudder as goose bumps break out across my skin. Two fingers enter me and curl, hitting that spot. I stiffen, and he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I fall over the edge.

  Jordan flips me over onto my belly and lifts my hips. I am still coming, and he presses inside. I cry out because I’m still sensitive. I grip the blankets by my head, fisting them between my hands.

  He pounds into me, and I moan with every time. Curling my toes, I stiffen my legs.

  A hand fists in my hair and my head is pulled back. Jordan stares down at me with a fierce expression. His left hand strokes the middle of my back, and then he smacks me.

  I yell at the small amount of pain, but it adds to my pleasure. He slams his hand down again and I come again. I fall onto the mattress, my arms not able to hold me up anymore.

  Once Jordan finishes, he falls beside me on the bed and wraps himself around me. “Good morning, angel.” He kisses the back of my neck.

  I laugh. “Yeah. Very good morning.” I kiss him on the lips. I move closer and lay my head on his chest. I drag my nails up and down his side.

  We are silent, just enjoying each other’s company. Last night was a rough night, but it ended well because I had my Jordan.