By the time he’s finished with his speech, my breathing is heavy and my panties are damp. I want that. I want to feel like I belong to somebody, like I’m needed, and like I’m wanted. The degradation and the baby thing, I’m not so sure about, but the rest—I want it.
“You want me?” I ask, looking over at him.
Johnny looks at me and I watch as his eyes and face soften, then he cups my cheek with his rough palm.
“Yeah, princess. Don’t matter how wrong it is, I’ve wanted you since you were sixteen,” he mutters.
“I’m not sixteen anymore,” I rasp before I climb over the seat to straddle his thighs.
It’s the boldest move I’ve ever made, and yet, he makes me want to be bold, just for him. I watch as he tilts his head back and his eyes connect with mine.
He’s so rough—all strong, sharp features—but behind his eyes, there’s something burning deeper. I want to get to know the man, the man behind the hardened outside.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl. Don’t you understand, I won’t just fuck you—I’ll ruin you?” he asks, repeating himself yet again.
“Make me dirty, Johnny. Fuck me filthy, keep me,” I whisper.
He shakes his head, and then it’s as if his will completely disintegrates. He wraps one hand around the back of my head, twisting his fingers in my hair as his lips crash against mine.
I moan, opening my mouth. When his tongue slides inside of me, I surrender to him. I let my body go boneless, being held up by my hair and his other hand wrapped around my back. He tastes so good as his lips, teeth, and tongue completely devour me.
I rock my hips against his hard length and moan a second time. Then I scream and jump when I hear someone bang on the car window.
I look up, horrified at the sight in front of me.
Chapter Three
HATTIE
My Brother.
My brother is standing on the other side of the door in full uniform, and he looks pissed.
He opens the door and I quickly scramble out and adjust my skirt to cover myself, since it rode all the way up when I straddled Johnny’s thighs.
Then, as slowly as he can possibly move, Johnny gets out of the car, one leg at a time. I watch in completely embarrassed horror as he adjusts his dick, right in front of my brother.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Andy asks, looking between us.
“Johnny gave me a ride home,” I say with a shrug, hoping Andy can’t see what has to be forming bruises on my neck from that jerk earlier.
“I know you,” Andy sneers as he looks Johnny up and down.
“Yeah. Your sister ended up at a Devils party, probably not a place she needs to be. I was bringing her ass home,” Johnny informs him.
“Looked like you were trying to get in her panties to me—her very young panties,” Andy says, embarrassing the hell out of me even more.
“Andy, I’m over eighteen, what are you even doing here?” I ask, trying to change the subject of my panties.
“Willa called, said she couldn’t find you, wanted to make sure you were home okay,” he says.
I snort and roll my eyes. Willa. I’m so over her and her drama. I’m over being ditched and put in bad situations.
I’m just done.
“I’ll text her and tell her I’m fine. Thanks for checking up on me,” I murmur.
“I’ll wait until you get inside your apartment,” Andy says, narrowing his eyes on Johnny.
“No need, I’m leaving,” Johnny says.
I watch as he quickly gets back into the driver’s seat of his car and then takes off in a roar. I had him. He was finally going to be with me, after three years of thinking about him, and my stupid brother screwed it all up. No, Willa screwed it all up.
“Happy now?” I ask Andy.
“Yeah, I am. Those guys are thugs, fucking scum, and no way do I want my baby sister hanging around them. They’re the dregs of society,” he informs me.
“Fine. You did your duty, now goodnight,” I say bitchily before I turn and start to walk up the stairs to my apartment.
“You’ll thank me one day, Hattie. One day, when you’re in your nice house with two kids and a husband that’s a mortgage broker or some shit. You’ll thank me for not letting you mess around with a piece of shit.”
I ignore him.
I ignore every word he says and I go inside of my apartment, locking my door behind me. I don’t sink down to the floor and cry like I want to.
Instead, I grab my phone from its place next to my bed. I was so stupid to forget it, especially going with Willa. I text her and let her know I’m safe before I walk into my bathroom and flick the light on.
I chance looking into the mirror and I cringe when I see the red finger prints on my neck. They’re terrible, and yet I don’t feel frightened, or scared, or even upset about the events that took place. Maybe it’s all still too fresh, too new, and it hasn’t sunk in yet.
Then I think about Johnny. About how, if none of this would have happened, then I probably wouldn’t have seen him ever again.
I start my shower and think about him some more. He’s a contradiction. He wants me to stay away from him, yet he wants me too, and to debase me, whatever that means to him. The degradation he speaks of frightens me, but not enough to keep me away from him.
Perhaps he’s dangerous, like Andy says he is, but I think that he’s just lost. I think that he has a void, a void that needs to be filled. I want to be that filler.
I want him to touch me with his rough hands, to own my body and make it his own.
Why? I don’t know—but I want to belong to him.
I finish my shower, but I don’t bother putting any clothes on or even drying my hair. I slide beneath my sheets and I close my eyes. I’m exhausted from the evening and I’m disappointed in its outcome. I’ve never slept with someone I don’t know. In fact, I’ve only been with two boys, and both I dated exclusively for a time.
Yet, I was willing to let Johnny inside of me. No, I wanted him to be. I’ve never wanted anything more. Maybe it would just be all hype to be with him—something I have built up in my head for three years. Maybe the reality would be lack luster. I don’t know. But I wanted to find out.
I fall asleep thinking about kissing him, about feeling his hard length against my core, wishing I could have felt his hands all over my body.
DIRTY JOHNNY
A pig.
Her brother is a fucking cop pig.
I speed away from her apartment building, even though everything inside is screaming at me to go back. I told her things, things I’d never told another person before in my life.
I told her what I wanted from her.
I couldn’t imagine it with anybody else, either.
Now I know why Fury and Sniper fought for their women, why they claimed them the way that they did.
I want to do that with Hattie.
I’d ruin her, though. I would completely fuck her up, and she’d probably end up resenting and hating me for it later.
“Fuck,” I roar as I slam my hands on the steering wheel of my car.
That little girl has my nuts in a vice and she doesn’t even know it yet. I have to stay away from her, for her own good. I’ve never been any good to anybody.
A useless waste of cum—that’s what my dad called me my entire life.
He wasn’t wrong.
I’m completely useless.
All I know how to do is fuck, fight, and run drugs and guns. I’m not smart. I never graduated high school. I don’t know how to be kind, loving, and considerate.
I’d break that girl in a week if I made her mine. Fucking ruin her. She has some spirit, too; I saw it a bit tonight, and she’s so strong. Trying to fight that douchebag off showed her strength and willpower.
Hattie’s strong and I’d fuck all that up.
I shake my head as I speed back toward Bonners Ferry. No, I have to stay away from her. I have to stay away from her big, green
eyes, her soft, light brown hair, and her chubby girl cheeks.
I have to stay away from her little, perky tits that beg to be sucked and bitten. I definitely have to stay away from that hot, tight, little cunt. And fuck me, I have to stay away from what I know is that tight, virgin ass of hers.
It takes everything inside of me not to turn around and test every part of her body out.
I don’t.
I won’t.
If the opportunity presents itself again, I might not be as strong.
Once I arrive back at Bonners Ferry, I see the new girl from earlier, the one that was waiting naked for me in my bedroom with Serina. She’s sitting at the bar alone, the rest of the people are either fucking or already passed out around her, and I slide up next to her.
It feels all wrong, but I push that feeling aside. I need to fuck someone, and since the one I want isn’t here, this girl will have to do.
“You wanna finish what we didn’t get a chance to start?” I ask, looking down at her.
“You’re a real member, aren’t you?” she asks in a whisper as her eyes travel my cut, looking at my patches.
“Yeah. You ever fuck a Devil?” I ask with a chuckle.
“No, tonight was a bust,” she lifts her shoulder in a shrug and I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her from her seat.
“Not yet it’s not. C’mon, babe,” I grunt as I drag her behind me and into my room.
I don’t bother asking her name as she quickly undresses once my bedroom door is locked. She’s younger than I originally thought.
Looks like life’s been rough, as it is for most of the girls that join us here.
Her hair is short and blonde, and her makeup heavy. When she’s completely naked, I bite my bottom lip at the sight of her killer body. Great natural big tits and curvy flared hips. I’m going to fuck her hard tonight. She can take it.
Though, she won’t know I’ll be imagining Hattie the entire time.
I wake up with an arm curled around my waist, I look over to see the nameless girl from early this morning sleeping next to me. She’s sweaty and stuck to my side. I shake her a bit to get her off of me, and she rolls over with a moan.
Once I’ve disengaged myself, I grab my boxers off the floor and head to the can to take a long, overdue piss.
The hall and bathrooms are quiet, which means it must still be pretty early in the morning. I quickly make my way back to my room, ready to kick the girl out.
I step inside and close the door behind me, but when I look toward my bed, my footing falters. There she is, her legs spread and her hand working between her thighs, her eyes focused on me.
“Umm,” I murmur, not knowing what to call her.
“Don’t you want me again?” she whispers as she pouts.
Alarm bells start to ring.
Danger.
A clingy girl.
I don’t bother answering her. I walk up to the side of the bed and grab her by the back of the hair and drag her to my dick. She thinks she’s going to entice me with her pussy, she’s wrong. She can suck my cock, though.
“Suck,” I growl.
The nameless girl opens her mouth, and I drop my boxers so she can suck me. She’s not very good, but she’s giving it her all, licking and slurping, trying everything she can to get me off. Little does she know that the way she’s working me, I could do this for hours.
I yawn and that’s when I know that I need to hurry this along. I grab the sides of her head and hold her still before I fuck her mouth. I don’t bother gauging how she’s doing; she’ll take what I give her.
I fuck her until I feel myself building toward my release, and then I thrust myself completely down her throat and come. I could have come on her face or her bare tits, but I didn’t want to mark her.
“Wow,” she breathes once I remove my cock from her throat.
“You got a way to get home?” I ask, grabbing a towel from my closet.
“Uh, no. I was hoping I could stay here for a while,” she murmurs.
“You can talk to Serina about being a whore,” I offer in return.
“What if we were together? You could have me anytime you wanted,” she suggests. I try not to laugh, but it bubbles out anyway.
“Bitch, I could have you anytime I wanted to regardless. I don’t know you, I’m not makin’ anyone my Old Lady.”
“We just fucked all night long,” she points out.
“Yeah, and?”
“Seriously?” she asks with wide-eyes.
“I’m takin’ a shower. You be gone by the time I get back,” I murmur before I leave the room.
When I’m finished with my shower, I’m thankful that my bedroom is empty upon my return. I dress for the day, knowing that I’ll need to leave for a run.
Thankfully, we aren’t working for The Cartel anymore. Doing their runs made me nervous as fuck. About a year ago, all hell broke loose when our new partners, the Russian Bratva, asked for help crippling The Cartel’s drug business in the states.
Our club voted and unanimously decided to get The Cartel off of our backs. They, like the Aryans we worked with before them, were too fucking unstable.
With the Russians, at least we know what they want and how they want it. They seem to be upfront and forward, proven in the past year we’ve been working together.
We’ve also gotten back into running guns, which I prefer over drugs, anyway. Instead of running them to Canada, which we’ve done in the past, we’re going in the opposite direction.
The Canadian club is passing them down to us to deliver in the states. That’s also a plus, not trafficking guns over the border. Let them deal with the fallback for a while, in case something happens.
The now cleaned up Canadian club was a fucking mess for a while. They were using more product than they were selling and were becoming a hazard, not only with The Cartel, but with our club as well.
Last year, we went with the original charter and cleaned their shit up. Snake is their new president, and he’s got their shit on lockdown now. No more coked out whores and wired brothers.
It feels like shit is finally settling a bit and getting back to a normal pace, which probably means something’s going to go down soon to shake it all up again.
“You headed out?” Fury asks as I walk into the common room.
“Yeah,” I mumble, making sure I have everything I need for the run.
“You got that girl taken care of?” Fury asks. I look up at him confused, then realize he’s talking about Hattie.
“Yeah. I took her home last night. She’s safe.”
“Pretty little young thing,” he remarks.
“Yeah,” I agree.
“We gonna see more of her around here?” he asks. I wonder if it’s him, or if it’s Kentlee who is so curious.
“Doubtful,” I say.
“Too bad,” he mumbles before he stands up and walks away from me.
My mind drifts back to Hattie. I picture her standing in the middle of the parking lot with her douchebag brother as I sped away.
She looked fucking heartbroken. She would have looked a lot worse had I fucked her. She just doesn’t understand; she can’t understand. She’s too innocent and sweet to want me.
I’d ruin her, everything about her would be completely destroyed.
If I didn’t do it immediately—eventually, I’d break her.
I get on my bike and I take off toward Canada. When the snow comes in the next few weeks, this run will have to be made with my car.
For now, I can make it with my bike. I nod to Grizz as I pass him; he’s been waiting by the gate and falls behind me immediately.
Nobody makes these runs alone, but we also don’t go as an army. Three riders at most, usually two. Low profile. I let out a heavy sigh as visions of Hattie fill my head again.
I want her.
Fuck, I want her.
The memory of that hot, little bitch is going to haunt me until I have her. I’ll have no choice but to take he
r. She’ll hate me, and I’ll hate myself, but we’ll both get it out of our system. Decision made. Shitty decision, but a decision nonetheless.
I have to taste her at least once.
Maybe I can resist going back for seconds.
Chapter Four
HATTIE
It’s Monday morning, after my Saturday run-in with Johnny, and I have to brave work. I work as a bank teller. More accurately, I’m the vault teller, which gives me more responsibilities around the branch.
I order cash and I have to balance the vault every night, among other extra duties. Unfortunately, Willa works with me and I’ll have to see her today, after ignoring her calls and texts all day yesterday.
My apartment is near the bank, which is the way I planned it, since I don’t have a car of my own. I decided to forego college and move into my own place, so my parents don’t help me at all financially. It isn’t that they’re being mean. They aren’t.
They’d pay for my schooling, if I knew what I wanted to study. I don’t. So instead of wasting time and money, I’m waiting. I like my job. For now, it satisfies me.
I’m more excited about being on my own, living out from under their thumb. Although, I’m still under their and Andy’s watchful eye. At least I have a little more freedom than I did under their roof.
“So, you’re pissed still?” Willa asks challengingly as I walk behind the teller station to log into my computer and clock in.
“I’m not pissed, I’m disappointed,” I say, typing in my login and password information.
“Please, you got home. What’s the big deal?” she asks.
Anger flows through my body as I turn to face her, then I yank down the scarf I’m forced to wear, showing her my bruised neck.
“The big deal is, I was almost raped,” I say, my voice low but stern.
“What?” she screeches.
“Yeah, if it wasn’t for Johnny, I would have been. He stopped it,” I murmur.
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