Demon

- Title Page

- Chapter 1

- Chapter 2

- Chapter 3

- Chapter 4

- Chapter 5

- Chapter 6

DEMON

Book 2

Desert Rebels MC Series

By

Tory Richards

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2019 Tory Richards

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Editor: Alisha Corsi

Cover Designer: Madelene Martin

Chapter 1

Bobbie

There were three of us. We were kept naked and in cages, taken out when the bastards who'd kidnapped us wanted to play. And by “play” I mean forcing us to take drugs, forcing us to drink, forcing us to have sex. They gave us just enough food that we wouldn't starve, and made us shower because, in their words, they wanted us clean when they stuck their dicks in us. That was a joke, considering they were dirty, stinking animals.

Our only relief was during the day when they were off doing whatever illegal activity they did. I knew what they were doing outside of those doors was illegal because I could hear them talking when they were in the outer room. The fact that they’d laughingly admitted that they'd killed members of another motorcycle club and didn't care that we heard them didn't leave me with a good feeling about our chances of survival.

I wasn't sure if the other two women who were locked away with me understood the gravity of our situation. Looking at them, they appeared to be out of it. I could understand that. Between the drugs and the alcohol that they’d been plied with they were pale and motionless, sitting against the cage bars as if they were discarded mannequins. I had faked taking the pills the men crammed into my mouth every night, spitting them out as soon as I could without them seeing me. They wanted to keep us weak and vulnerable. They wanted us manageable. As long as I played nice and didn't give them any trouble, they wouldn't get suspicious. I knew that as soon as the opportunity presented itself I was going to make a run for it.

I wouldn't be able to take Georgia and Sandra with me, but I could come back with help to get them. At least, that was my plan. First we had to survive what these assholes were doing to us. We had to play by their rules, and while I wanted to throw up every time one of them climbed on top of me or took me from behind, while I wanted to claw his eyes out, I forced myself to take it so they wouldn't suspect that I was sober and plotting. Fighting them would just leave me beaten and weak.

Maybe even dead.

When the opportunity arose, I was going to kill them.

Roland would be the first one I went for, because he was the reason I was there, and he liked inflicting pain for no reason. All three of us had the split lips and bruises to show for it. Sandra had taken the brunt of it. She'd been a beautiful, innocent girl when we'd first been taken. Now she had clumps of her blonde hair torn out, and bite marks all over her upper body. Her eyes were black and blue, and there was a deep cut on her upper cheek, made by the heavy rings on Roland's fingers. That first night I'd noticed the blood between her thighs, and realized that she'd been a virgin. Since then she hadn't spoken a single word. She was a lifeless doll who they took pleasure in abusing.

Georgia seemed to be holding up a little better. She was older than me and Sandra, and she chose to just go with the flow, accepting the booze and the drugs in a way that told me she was already used to them, even welcomed them. It was as if she’d accepted her fate and realized that staying doped up would dull what was happening to her. In a way, her compliant attitude had saved her, because the men didn't seem as interested in her.

No, they wanted to know that they were hurting and destroying us, and they couldn't destroy a woman who already thought she was broken. Maybe she was the smartest one of the three of us.

I was determined that they would not break me.

The door opened, and I knew that another night of torture was about to begin.

****

Demon

My brothers thought I was spending so much time at Crystal's Palace because there was pussy there that I liked. They were wrong. I'd tell them the truth when the time came, but until then, it was my business, and they didn't need to know why I was spending most of my nights at the strip club. The reasons I went there had nothing to do with our purchase of the place. That had simply been a good business deal for the club. No, I went there for strictly personal reasons.

I'd been going there to see Annabelle.

I glanced up as LD, my VP, and Cole, my enforcer, entered the room, waiting until they were inside and the door was closed. They weren't going to like what I had to say, especially when we'd spent several unsuccessful months searching for the Devil's Soldiers, the cowardly fuckers who'd destroyed the clubhouse, and also killed several of our brothers. After we’d taken out their president years ago we'd patched-over most of what was left of the club, but there were still some who hadn't liked that arrangement and had refused to let the club die. Since then, they'd wreaked havoc whenever they could. But since the attack on the clubhouse, the fuckers had all but disappeared.

After they'd blown up the old clubhouse we'd rebuilt something bigger and better with a layout that suited our needs. And this time I'd made fucking sure that we had a panic room. We had brothers and club girls who lived on the premises, and never again would they be left vulnerable under an attack.

Once my brothers were settled and looking at me expectantly, I leaned forward with my fists on the table and got right to the point.

"Just heard from Oz, and we have a fucking problem, brothers. We have a fucking traitor in the club!" My comment was met with the two men looking at each other with shock and disbelief on their rugged faces, and I knew then and there that they were solid brothers and not anyone I had to be concerned about.

"What the fuck did Oz hear?" LD scowled, his features sharper than ever in a face weathered by the sun.

"Heard from one of his fucking contacts in Vegas. There are rumors going around that the attack on the club was done by hired mercenaries." I let that sink in before continuing. "Got close to the clubhouse without detection because they were working with someone on the inside." I was so fucking angry it was hard to get the words out without exploding.

"Before Gage succumbed to his injuries he said he'd seen Devil's Soldiers' cuts," Cole reminded me with a heavy frown between his eyes.

Gage had managed to live long enough to get out that the fuckers who'd attacked the club had gone around shooting anyone they'd found alive after the explosion.

"So did some of the others, but that don't mean shit," I snarled. "Not saying that some of the assholes we've had trouble with aren't associated with the old MC, but it doesn't appear that they're trying to start their club back up."

"No wonder we haven’t found any of the bastards," LD snarled. "Is Oz getting names on these assholes?"

"Yeah, I need somewhere to start," Cole added.

I nodded with frustration. "He's working on it, and we can focus on them later. Right now I want the brother who betrayed us." I glared at each of the men in front of me before reminding them, "We lost a lot that day. We lost good brothers, and Fisher is still recovering." Fisher, a prospect, had received burns and other injuries from the fire that had resulted from the explosion that day. "Can't bring this to church. Don't want to tip off anyone." I steepled my fingers, my eyes glaring at what were probably the only two men I could trust at the moment. "We need to find out who our enemy is, and when we do, I'm going to deal with him myself."

Loyalty, brotherhood, trust--those were values we honored above all else. For one of our brothers to break that thread meant certain death. The real question was, why? We had a good, solid MC. Other than the two new prospects, most of the men had been members of Desert Rebels for a long time, and none had given me reason to question his motives. Now I had to look at my brothers differently, and I fucking hated it.

"What are you thinking, Prez?" Cole questioned.

I exhaled loudly. "I'm thinking that you need to start by going back to the day of the attack. Not all our brothers were there that day." Cole's nod indicated that he agreed. "This stays between us and Oz." I leaned back in my chair, wishing that I'd had the forethought to bring a drink in with me. I could use something for my fucking nerves. "Let the others in."

Cole got up to do my bidding, and soon the rest of my men were crowding into the room and heading for their chairs. I studied each one through narrowed eyes, searching for something that would point out who the traitor was, satisfied that nothing peaked my suspicion. We had around fifty soldiers outside this room, some who rarely came to the club unless we were on lockdown or they were needed for something big. Most had families and jobs outside of the work they did for the club. Some occasionally showed up for a party. If a call went out that we needed them though, they all showed up.

I couldn't see the traitor being any of them, but no one was off the table. Cole was good at what he did, and I trusted him to find the answers.

Once my brothers were situated and looking at me to start the meeting, I cleared my throat. The underlining anger over Oz's call to me an hour ago was still there, but I managed to keep from exposing it now that I'd shared it with Cole and LD.

"Got a lead on three Devil's Soldiers," I started out by saying.

"'Bout fucking time!" Colton snarled loudly.

"Where?" Cole asked above the men's murmurs of excitement.

"Rachel."

"Rachel!" Junior hooted. "That fucking town has, what, fifty or sixty people living in it? Should be easy to find them."

"Might as well advertise," Riggs snorted. "Stupid fucks."

"Let me guess," Cole smirked. "They're staying at The Little A'Le'Inn."

He was joking, but his grin disappeared when I raised a brow and grinned back at him.

"You're fucking kidding," he laughed.

"I am, brother. They've been seen eating there, but apparently they're staying in an RV park behind the inn."

"I wonder what the fuck they're up to," Loco quipped.

"Not staying low key if they're wearing their cuts," Sax pointed out.

I shrugged. "Could be they're advertising where they are for a reason." Maybe they wanted to be found. Maybe it was a rouse to get us there. I didn't like that after months of no sign of the fuckers, we suddenly had a lead on three of them. It was too conveniently easy.

LD snorted. "More likely they assume our influence doesn't reach that far."

LD was right.

"For all we know, they bought those cuts at a garage sale," Oz joked, drawing laughter.

MC cuts weren't exactly something you’d ever see at a yard sale, not ones from a serious biker club anyway. Most wore and kept their cuts for life. They were worn for identification and with pride. One of the worst things you could do to a brother was to take his cut and destroy it, which is what I was going to do with the traitor in our club. Before I ended him.

"So, what's the plan?" Loco wanted to know.

I cut my eyes to Cole, our enforcer. Every brother in the club wanted to see the end of these fucks, especially the ones involved in destroying the clubhouse and killing our brothers. Taking care of shit like this was his job, no matter that he had an old lady now. Plenty of brothers had old ladies. He and Raven had been together long enough for him to have educated her on life in the club. Hell, she'd been through and seen enough chaos to figure out that we did whatever we had to do to protect our club and families.

"I'm ready," Cole muttered.

"Know you are, brother." I couldn't help the smirk. "So am I." I glanced around the room, trying not to think about who the fucking traitor was. All I saw were hard, determined faces with eager readiness gleaming in their serious eyes. They wanted revenge for all that we'd lost the day of the attack. "We can't all go, we have businesses to run. LD will stay and run shit while I'm gone. Cole's worked out the schedules for the week, but Oz will handle any changes." The schedules were for protection at Crystal's Palace, Playtime, and Naughty Secrets, legal brothels that we owned in the Vegas area. We also had a construction company, and had been contracted to do roofing at a new upscale housing development on Lake Mead. "Cole and Sax will come with me."

"What if this turns out to be a fucking trap?" Riggs face was practically swallowed up by the bushy beard he sported. "Don't forget they lured some of us away to the construction site the day they bombed the clubhouse."

Riggs had taken a round in the leg that day. He'd been at the construction site putting on a new roof with Sax and Loco when they'd been ambushed by Devil's Soldiers. Several of us had taken off from the clubhouse and rushed there to give them backup, leaving behind prospects, club bitches, and a couple of patched brothers.

"No one's forgotten that, brother," I managed. Anger over that whole fucking day and how shit had gone down would never be forgotten. "Hopefully we've learned from our experience." A few brothers nodded in agreement.

"When you leaving?"

Junior had asked the question, but I glanced at Cole and Sax. They both had old ladies, though lately things had seemed tense between Sax and Holly."Today, so you brothers let your old ladies know."

"Raven is in Bisbee helping out her mom. She fell and broke her leg."

I didn't have an old lady, not since Julia, and it was doubtful that I ever would again. I'd only married her because we'd been teenagers and she'd said she was pregnant. Turned out that she wasn't, but we'd given the marriage thing a try for a while, even bought a fucking house. I got a job as a prison guard; she worked as a groomer in a pet store. Did the kind of normal shit married couples did, but normal hadn't worked for me, and after a while shit fell apart.

Apparently, normal hadn't worked for Julia either, especially after I'd lost my eye in a prison riot. Soon after I'd given up that fucking job and joined Desert Rebels as a prospect, back when Killer had been alive and the president. Julia and I had remained married but on paper only, until one day, out of the blue, she'd served me with divorce papers. After that she'd left for Vegas with her new boyfriend, and I hadn't seen or heard from her since.

Guess I was one of the lucky ones.

"Holly won't give a fuck." Sax's tone sounded defeated. "She's pissed at me right now."

Normally the brothers would rib him about something like that, but they knew better than to say anything when a brother was hurting. We'd all seen and heard the fighting that Sax and Holly couldn't seem to keep at home. Lately Sax was spending more time in his room at the clubhouse. I didn't want to get caught up in drama between brothers and their women unless it started interfering with the running of the club.

"Okay, then, we can take off now." I was good with that. "Church is over."

The sound of several chairs scooting back could be heard as brothers got to their feet. I noticed that Oz, Cole, and LD didn't move. Sax stopped from leaving the room when he realized that Cole wasn't behind him. He turned and looked back.

"Be right out, brother," I said, sending him on his way.

"You think Sax is a good choice to bring with us? His mind isn't in the right place."

I snorted at Cole's concerns. "Yeah. He needs something else on his mind. Whatever the fuck is going on with him and Holly will take care of itself in time."

"JoJo thinks it has something to do with Holly wanting kids."

I snorted. "Everyone knows Sax doesn't want kids, he's made that clear more than once."

Cole shrugged. "Raven says Holly wants a baby. It's worse now that JoJo and Ellie are pregnant."

Old ladies, babies--Christ, I was glad I didn't have either. I exhaled loudly. "That's for them to work out." I got to my feet, pinning a serious gaze on LD. "I don't expect we'll be gone more than a day or two. Keep your eyes open for trouble just in case someone tries a repeat of the shit that went down a few months ago."

"Will do."

I knew that he would, too. LD was a ruthless, dangerous fuck, lethal with a knife. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

Chapter 2

Bobbie

It was quiet, but I knew that it wouldn't be for long. It was getting to be that time of day when the men would return and everything would start back up again. I glanced across the room to Sandra's cage. The girl wasn't going to make it. She was so traumatized over what we were going through that she'd shut down completely. She’d had nothing to eat or drink for days. They'd stopped wasting their booze and pills on her because she didn't have a spark of life left in her. And now they rarely let her out, disinterested in the once-pretty girl that they'd ruined.

Georgia and I were surviving. The older woman was tougher than she looked, and seemed to know just how to act to keep the men from hurting her too much. I had to wonder if she'd been through something like this before, or if she'd been hardened after years of working and scrapping for everything she had in life. I remembered that before they'd forced us to strip her clothes had been worn and faded, maybe hand-me-downs from a thrift store, because they hadn't exactly fit her right either. She looked like a woman who adapted to her surroundings in order to survive.

I'd been wearing jeans, sneakers, and a tee when Roland had taken me. I'd just finished up work for the day. I cleaned a small clinic. It wasn't much, but the money was good. I liked working for myself, and I liked working alone. I'd stopped off at the local bar for a drink and to wind down. I vaguely recall Roland sitting down next to me and trying to engage me in conversation, but I'd ignored him. He’d apparently slipped something in my drink, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a cage.

I fucking hated them for what they were doing to us, the anger and unjustness of it all keeping me grounded. I wasn't some weak, helpless female waiting for her prince charming to rush in and save the day. I was a fighter, and had been since the age of sixteen. My two-year experience in a crappy foster home had conditioned me enough not to expect anything that I didn’t fight for. Knowing when to fight was the key. I wasn’t afraid of a little pain. I could dish it out if I had to, too, but I didn’t go looking for it.

A noise coming from the other room alerted me that at least one of the men had returned. The worst time of the day was waiting for the door to open and knowing what would happen once it did. On a good day, they would feed us first. On a bad day they’d forget, and we’d be forced to sneak any scraps they may have left on their discarded plates throughout the outer room. They never seemed to grow tired of humiliating us for their own enjoyment. They watched us shower and use the bathroom, and often degraded us two at a time.

The door banged open. Sandra whimpered but otherwise didn’t move. Georgia let out a squeak and moved to the far corner of her cage, as if the short distance between her and the door would protect her. I steeled myself, glaring up at the man called Steve as he entered the room with a single plate. His squinty, cruel eyes zeroed right in on me before taking in the other two women. A smirk spread across his bearded face as he took the few steps to Georgia’s cage.

He unzipped his pants and took out his cock before picking up one of the sandwiches on the plate. “You want to eat, you’ll give my dick a nice, long lick, bitch.” He set the plate down on top of the cage.

I watched Georgia’s expression, the look in her eyes that revealed that she was both hungry and desperate as she inched closer to the bars. He was holding his cock through the bars in one hand, the sandwich in the other, just out of reach. Georgia’s eyes met mine, and I looked away, not wanting to add to her humiliation.

His grunt drew my gaze back to them, my eyes hardening with hate.

“That’s it, bitch, give it a good suck and you get dinner.”

Georgia took him into her mouth. As soon as Steve dropped the sandwich into her cage she pulled away, snatched it up, and moved back to the other side of the cage. Laughing, Steve moved on to Sandra’s cage. “Your turn, little girl.” He wagged his semi-erect dick between the bars, actually slapping Sandra across the face with it. Her only response was the lone tear that slid down her cheek.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Leave her alone, asshole!”

Steve’s expression turned hard, and he slowly turned my way, narrowing his eyes on me. “You so eager for me, bitch?”

“Go ahead, stick that nasty thing in my cage,” I hissed. “I promise to bite it off!” I would, too. I was sick of them. They were all animals. If I couldn’t escape they’d have to kill me because I refused to let them break me like they’d done Sandra. I refused to accept their inhuman treatment they way that Georgia did.

He moved close to my cage and I fought the urge to move back to where he couldn’t reach me. “You’re lucky Roland’s taken a liking to you.” Yeah, I was lucky all right. “When the time comes and he passes you off to me, I’m gonna make it hurt real good, bitch.” He dropped a sandwich down to me through the bars. Luckily I caught it before it hit the floor. A bottle of water followed next. “Your ass will never be the same by the time I get done fucking it.”

I just glared at him, accustomed to his threats. I waited until he left the room before pulling the sandwich apart and turning to Sandra. “Here, honey.” I held it out as far as I could. She didn’t acknowledge me in any way. “Take this,” I encouraged, my gaze shifting to Georgia. She shrugged and continued to devour her sandwich as if it were prime rib rather than peanut butter and jelly. “Sandra, please.” Nothing. After a minute I tossed the half as close to her as I could get and settled back to eat my portion.

Not ten minutes later the door opened again and Roland stepped into the room, his predatory eyes coming straight to me. I felt my heart race at what I knew was coming next, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing any kind of reaction that would give my feelings away. He was a big man, with a gut that made him look like he was ten months pregnant. His hateful brown eyes were pinned on me, filled with the kind of promise you didn’t want kept. I could tell that he was already anticipating the painful, demeaning things he was going to do to me.

I wondered if he’d thought of anything new. He got off on watching one of his friends play with me until he was ready to fuck me. He had a puny dick, but he still managed to make it hurt. He walked up to my cage and undid the lock, flinging open the door. He reached for me, grabbing me by the hair. I had a lot of hair, and right now it was a wild, knotty mess that hung down to my ass.

Right behind him was Steve and another man named Benny. God, I prayed that they continued to leave Sandra alone.

“Come on, bitch, it’s time for your fucking shower.”

“Why don’t you try getting one for a change?” I asked, bringing my hand up to where he had a handful of my hair.

He grunted and gave me a painful jerk. “I’m going to let you fucking clean me with your tongue,” he snarled, forcing me toward the bathroom.

I stepped into the shower without being told to. There was no curtain or door to hide behind because the men liked to watch us. I turned on the water, adjusted it, and pretended that I was alone as I lathered my body and hair and rinsed down.

“Get your snatch all good and clean, bitch. I have a hankering to eat pussy tonight.”

God, why couldn’t I be on my period or have genital warts or something equally as gross? I couldn’t wait until my time came when I could get my revenge. I didn’t care if I ended up dead, as long as I got my chance to hurt him in some way. I turned off the water and reached for the one and only towel, but before I had a chance to use it Roland wrapped his beefy, paw-like hand around my arm and hauled me from the room.

I stumbled over the towel but held it tight against the front of my body. He practically threw me into the living room. The only thing that kept me from hitting the wall was the ratty sofa. I steadied myself and turned back to him, glaring my hatred. Noise from the other room revealed that Georgia was being knocked around in the shower. I couldn’t worry about her or Sandra, I had to take care of myself, and the look on Roland’s dark, bearded face told me that he was in a mood.

“Down on your knees, girl,” he demanded in a hard tone, reaching for his belt. I didn’t move. “And suck my dick.” There was no reason for me to hesitate because I knew what the outcome would be, and yet I didn’t move. I had no defenses against him. He undid his pants and took out his uncircumcised cock. “If you make me say it again I’ll use my fucking belt on you.” He pulled it loose from his pants and snapped it like a whip on the floor.

I reluctantly went to where he was standing just as Georgia stumbled into the room with Steve pushing her from behind. Benny was behind them, all but dragging Sandra. I guess I didn’t move fast enough, because Roland put his hand on top of my head and forced me roughly to the floor. The first thing that hit me was the smell of sweat and urine. I wrinkled my nose and gagged. It was ironic how these men made us take showers before they fucked us, and yet they hadn’t showered once.

Georgia cried out in pain, and I looked over to see that Steve had knocked her to the floor. She was already moving into position without having to be told.

"Open your fucking mouth, bitch," Roland snarled above me, sticking his limp dick against my lips. I leaned back, repulsed, listening to the sounds of Benny’s grunts every time he slammed into Sandra from behind. Roland gave my hair a painful jerk and forced my attention back to him.

I squeezed my eyes closed. It was the same degrading scene every night, the same degrading acts. A lump in my throat warned me that I couldn't take much more, even as I unwillingly parted my lips so Roland could slip the head of his putrid flesh inside my mouth. He groaned loudly, reaching down to pinch my nipple until a cry of pain caused me to open my mouth wide enough for him to be able to force himself further inside.

"That's better, bitch." He began to thrust his hips, causing me to gag, not from the size of him, but because of the nasty taste on my tongue. I tried everything that I could think of to put myself somewhere else, where I wouldn't think of what I was being forced to do, but the other sounds in the room kept me rooted exactly where I was.

God, how I wanted to find the courage to bite his cock off.

I heard Sandra whimpering. Benny's long groans revealed that he'd gotten off, and then the sounds of his slapping her on the ass followed, his signature move after he came. I knew it hurt. Before Roland had decided to claim me for himself I'd been at the receiving end of Benny's dick and hand. He was a cruel bastard. He preferred anal sex and he fucked with the goal of doing as much damage as he could.

The hand in my hair tightened. "Pay attention!" Roland snarled. "You've got a long night ahead of you." His laugh caused a shiver of revulsion down my spine, and in spite of my determination to remain strong; I felt the sting of tears fill my eyes. He didn't have to go into the details of what he had planned for me—I already knew.

In the beginning I’d wondered how long they intended to keep us locked up like animals, to be used as their sex toys, but two weeks had gone by and now I knew that they had no intention of letting us go. I wasn't familiar with their MC but they were bad men, and something told me that they were hiding out from someone. Dusty, ragged curtains kept me from seeing outside, but I knew that we were in an old RV that looked like it hadn't been used in years.

Roland began panting and thrusting faster and I knew that he was getting ready to come. I felt bile rise in my throat at the thought that he'd be coming soon. I knew that I had to fight it down, but the rank smell was just too much for me this time. I began to gag.

His hand tightened and I heard his threatening mutter, "You throw up on me, you bitch, and I'll put a bullet in your head."

I knew that he meant it.

I heard Steve groan and knew that he was coming. I could tell that Georgia's low moans were fake. She did whatever it took to placate the men so that they wouldn't hurt her. She pretended to like it. Just as Roland stiffened and I braced myself for the first spray of his cum in my mouth, the door was nearly jerked off its hinges with so much violence that it hit the side of the RV with a loud bang.

After that everything happened quickly.

"No one fucking move!"

My gaze shifted enough to see three bikers storm into the room, and I knew immediately who they were. I made eye contact with Demon for a millisecond, before I bit down hard on Roland's dick. I relished in the sound of his scream of agony as he fell to his knees before me, grasping his injured cock. In the next second I reached for one of the many empty beer bottles littering the area. I smashed it on the floor and rammed the jagged edge into the side of his neck, watching with satisfaction as his hands left his groin and flew up to cover the wound. Blood was spewing everywhere, and I watched in a kind of morbid fascination as his life drained out of his body.

When Roland fell back to the floor my gaze locked onto Demon's scowl. I knew the Desert Rebels. I knew that they were good men, and I knew that they had a policy to protect women and children. I sensed that finally our captivity had come to an end, and I'd taken my shot to hurt Roland in any way that I could. I didn't care if it angered Demon or not.

The three Desert Rebels had entered the trailer with their guns drawn. Steve and Benny hadn't stood a chance, and had both backed away from Georgia and Sandra, throwing their hands up in surrender.

I hoped they were shot down. Ignoring the command not to move, I jumped to my feet and ran to the bathroom. I was going to be sick. Someone—I thought Demon--snarled, "Fuck," and I barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up in the sink. No way was I going to hug the filthy, stinking toilet bowl.

I threw up until there was nothing left in my stomach. I was aware that someone had come in behind me but I didn't care. I had to get rid of the vile shit Roland had managed to spew in my mouth, had to get rid of the coppery taste of blood and the sour taste of cum. I turned on the water and used my hand to rinse my mouth out several times before splashing my face. When I watched the blood wash down the drain I gagged again, but nothing came up.

"What the fuck, Bobbie?" The gravelly rage in Demon's voice drew my unwilling gaze to where he stood in the doorway, looking as big and dangerous as he always had. With a black leather patch over his eye and the bandana around his head, he called to mind a pirate--a sexy, gritty, domineering rogue that demanded and got what he wanted. "What the fuck's going on?"

Of all the men to walk through that door, it would have to be the one I was running from, the president of Desert Rebels. It'd been eight months since I'd left his clubhouse and my position as one of the club sluts. I'd broken one of the most crucial rules a club whore could, and that had been falling for one of its members, Demon.

His sharp, demanding tone reminded me that he no longer had any control over me. "What does it look like I was doing, Demon? I was giving a man a blowjob." I straightened from the sink and faced him, unconcerned that I was completely naked.

As I knew they would, his eyes flickered down my body and back up again, but I knew that the sight of my naked body wouldn't affect him. It never had. Not once while I'd been at the clubhouse had Demon fucked me. But he'd fucked the other club girls. He'd thrown them in my face time and time again, even fucking them in plain sight, as if he knew that it bothered me to see him with another woman. Bothered me? Huh! Seeing him fuck one woman after another had gutted me, had hurt me so much that I'd had to leave the club.

"You bit his fucking dick off," he scowled once his eyes returned to mine.

I shrugged with a smirk. "You scared me when you came through the door." I could still hear Roland groaning in pain. Other sounds suggested that Demon's brothers were taking care of business.

"Prez!"

Demon growled. "Put your fucking clothes on, you're coming with us."

What? The hell I was!

"I don't belong to Desert Rebels anymore," I hissed, irritated that he still thought he could order me around.

"Do it!"

Before I could tell him to go to hell he pivoted and left the room. I huffed. I was relieved that I’d finally been saved, but I had a life. I had a job. And the first thing I was going to do when I got home was go to the doctor to get all of the necessary tests done to make sure that I didn't have anything nasty and unwanted in my body. I shuddered.

I ignored the conversation reaching me from the other room as I quickly made my way to the room that housed our cages. My gaze scanned the room for my clothes, finding them in a pile on the floor in a corner. My panties were torn and I tossed them aside, reaching for my jeans and slipping into them. I held up my tee, frowning at the rip down the center. There was nothing I could do about it, so I slipped it on and tied the loose ends beneath my breasts. I crammed my feet into my sneakers and was about to leave the room when I remembered about Georgia and Sandra.

Since they were still in the other room I grabbed their clothes. The first thing I saw when I entered the other room was Roland unconscious on the floor, blood--and I mean a lot of blood--on the floor. He had to be dead. Ignoring the curious gaze being directed my way from Cole and Sax, I went to where Sandra and Georgia were cowering in the corner and handed them their clothes. Georgia acknowledged me with a tiny smile. Sandra sat unmoving like a damaged statue.

Steve and Benny were prone on the floor, face down, with their hands and ankles tied. I walked over to them and gave them each a hard kick against the sides of their heads, relishing in their grunts of pain. Someone laughed, and I glanced over to see Cole and Sax smirking. With Demon it was hard to know what he was thinking, or feeling, for that matter. His expression was dark and flat except for the glitter of some unknown emotion in his brown eyes.

"What about them?" Sax asked, nodding in the direction of Georgia and Sandra.

I watched Demon's chest expand as he took a deep breath. "We’ll drop them off at the nearest hospital,” he answered before nodding towards me. “Until we know what Bobbie's involvement is, she goes with us." Once again he was making decisions about me, and I didn't like it.

"That's at least fifty miles away," Cole pointed out.

"Fuck."

"Don't worry about me," Georgia said, showing more life than I'd seen since we'd been taken captive. "I've been treated worse." She pulled her shirt down over her bruised body. "I have a friend here in the park. Was visiting her and had just left her place when those assholes grabbed me."

"Works for us," Demon muttered, satisfied.

"You can drop me off in Pahrump," I said firmly. "That's where I live now."

"Not happening," Demon growled in a hard tone.

"You don't have to worry about me, either." The soft voice drew our attention to Sandra.

She hadn't moved to put on her clothes, but she had moved, and by the time any of us noticed that she had a steak knife in her hand it was too late. My gaze darted to a dinner plate close to her, just one of many. She must have gotten it from there. By the time my eyes went back to her again, she'd plunged the blade directly into her heart. Georgia let out a squeal and jumped away from her. I covered my mouth to stifle the scream that rushed up my throat, watching in horrified disbelief as Sandra slumped against the wall.

"What the fuck?!" Sax snarled.

"Jesus Christ!" I heard Cole swear, shock in his tone.

Tears burned in my eyes, and I couldn't help but think that I should have seen that coming.

Chapter 3

Demon

What a fucking mess. The last person I'd expected to find at the hideout was Bobbie. She'd been a club girl for Desert Rebels before she’d taken off a few months back. We didn't hold the girls there if they didn't want to stay, but there were fucking rules that we expected them to follow on the outside, one of which was that they didn’t fraternize with the enemy under any circumstances. Finding her with Devil's Soldiers was a big fucking problem.

The fact that I'd wanted her since the first time I’d laid my eyes on her was another, and didn't matter.

Busting in and finding her on her knees giving the fucker a blowjob had reminded me of just what kind of woman she was, but it hadn't stopped me from eating her up with my eyes. I'd never seen her completely naked before, and her tits and ass were a high ten on a scale of one to ten. Her pussy surpassed that. I'd always known she had a body, but I'd always denied myself the pleasure of fucking her. The quick and unexpected feelings she'd evoked in me from the beginning had sent me running the other way.

There'd even been a time when I'd thought about looking for her after she'd left, but I'd pushed down the thought. No one knew that I'd had a thing for her, not when they'd seen me rejecting her time and time again. Getting close to one woman weakened a man, and it gave the woman too much power. And I knew from my instant reaction to her that she would not just be another pussy to fuck. So I'd stayed away from her and fucked the other club sluts every chance I got.

I couldn't afford to get attached.

The brothers who had old ladies, it worked for them. Cole had been the last to fall. But I'd been there, done that, and I wasn't getting into that fucking mess again. No woman was worth it, especially not a club whore.

"What the hell she'd have to go and do that for?" Sax groused, looking down at the two bodies bleeding out on the floor.

I shrugged. "Check the place out.”

I caught Bobbie's movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see her moving toward the woman in the room on the floor. She had bent to arrange the girl's clothes to cover her nudity. I cut my eyes to the other woman, who was standing there awkwardly and afraid, unsure what to do. "You want to live?"

She nodded her head vigorously.

"Then you don't speak about what happened here to anyone. You got me?" I demanded in a threatening tone.

Again she nodded.

"Can you make it to your friend's trailer by yourself?"

Another nod.

"Then go."

The woman turned and fled as if the hounds of hell were after her. I swung my gaze back to Bobbie. It wasn't going to go as easy for her. As far as I was concerned, she was a traitor.

"Holy hell!" I heard Sax swear from the bedroom a short distance away, and then he was walking toward us. "There are fucking cages in there. With bedding and buckets to piss in." His eyes, filled with disgust, went to Bobbie. "Were you girls being held back there, honey?"

She snorted. "Did you think we were here by choice?"

I sneered. "Didn't look like you were complaining too much with his dick in your mouth."

Her face turned red. "I did bite it off," she reminded everyone in the room.

Shrugging, I said indifferently, "You did say we scared you when we busted in here."

Bobbie rolled her eyes.

"Jesus, make sure the brother's know this when we get her back to the clubhouse," Cole winced, covering his dick, as if he were afraid he would meet the same fate as Roland, the unfortunate guy on the ground had.

"I'm not a fucking club girl anymore, Cole," Bobbie snapped with grit. "And I'm going to Pahrump."

"The fuck you are," I gritted sharply.

"You can't make me go with you!" she hissed, a fire in her pretty blue eyes.

I narrowed my eyes on her, feeling my blood pressure rising. "I can and I fucking will, woman. Right now I consider you a traitor."

Her mouth dropped open. "How can I be a traitor when I'm not associated with Desert Rebels anymore?" she huffed. "And these men kidnapped us! They were raping us every day. Keeping us caged like animals!"

Acid churned in my gut at the mention of rape, the picture of what I'd walked into fresh in my mind. Had the fucker been forcing Bobbie to blow him? Her attack on him certainly implied it, but everything had happened so fast once we'd pulled the door open and stepped inside. I didn't condone the mistreatment of women and our club always protected the weak, but in the back of my mind I questioned Bobbie’s claim of innocence.

"She's lying!" one of the men on the floor muttered. "Bitch is a traitor! She's been feeding us all kinds of information about you fucking assholes!"

"You lying son-of-a-bitch!" Bobbie squealed, making a move toward the man who'd spoken. She got in several kicks before I wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her back. She wiggled like an eel, swearing and spitting for all she was worth, hell-bent on getting free. "Let me go, Demon!"

I grunted, feeling her nails digging into my arms. "Calm down!" I growled against her ear, trying to ignore her delectable ass grinding against my dick. I squeezed her tightly, aware that I was cutting off her air. "As soon as you settle down, I'll release you."

She huffed and finally went limp.

"Better," I snarled, letting her go and meeting Cole's knowing smirk. The asshole thought he knew something about my attraction to Bobbie, but he was wrong.

Once Bobbie was far enough away, she turned back to face me with a glare and folded her arms across her tits. They weren't huge, but they were perky, and from what I'd seen earlier, damned mouthwatering.

"What's the plan?" Sax asked.

I glanced down at the two assholes on the floor. Both were wearing Devil's Soldiers’ cuts. "Get them to their feet."

Both men were bound around the ankles and wrists, but Sax and Cole managed to drag them to their feet without trouble. A snort of amusement escaped me when I noticed their zippers down and their limp dicks hanging out.

"You know our club patched over Devil's Soldiers a few years ago," I began, crossing my arms. "That means you're breaking club law by wearing those cuts."

"We don't know anything 'bout that," one of them snapped.

I closed the distance between us with a couple of steps. "Devil's Soldiers don't exist anymore." I gave Cole and Sax a look that I knew they'd understand. Sax removed the knife he kept in his belt and they proceeded to cut the leather cuts off the two men, leaving the shredded pieces on the floor where they fell. They didn't care if they nicked the bastards while they were doing it, either. "We're looking for the fuckers who attacked our clubhouse a few months back."

"Wasn’t us! You said yourself Devil's Soldiers don't exist anymore."

He'd been too quick with a comeback, and neither man could hold the hard look I kept narrowed on them. It was a look I used to intimidate my enemies because it worked. It made them squirm right before I moved in for the kill. The fact was that these men were going to meet the Grim Reaper before we left, and for several reasons.

As enforcer, Cole would be the one to dish out the punishment.

"You're lying!" Bobbie hissed. "I heard you talking about attacking another club!"

"It wasn’t the Desert Rebels!" he insisted, a look of fear in his eyes.

I reached for the bearded man, the one who'd done all the talking so far, and brought him in for a swift head butt, the force sending him stumbling backwards with a grunt of pain. The crack I heard indicated that I'd broken his nose, and blood soon gushed. He blinked rapidly and shook his head, as if trying to clear it. I shifted my eyes to the other man and grinned at the worry that I saw reflected in his brown eyes.

"I want answers, not smart-ass remarks," I told the younger man. "Devil's Soldiers destroyed our clubhouse and killed our brothers."

"Heard what went down, but we weren't part of it, I swear," he offered quickly.

"Don't you think it's kind of stupid to continue wearing Devil's Soldiers cuts?" Cole snorted in a rough tone.

I had a feeling that if the man hadn't been all bound up he'd be shrugging away Cole's inquiry.

"The bitches like it." He didn't have to convince me of that. A biker's cut drew the women in like bees to honey. "Gets us pussy."

Yeah, pussy they had to kidnap and rape. I raised a brow. "Not too smart are you?"

Sax shook his head with disbelief. "Yeah, didn't it occur to you after what went down that we'd be looking for anyone wearing their colors?"

Sax’s question brought to mind something that Oz had said during church. "If you aren't Devil's Soldiers, where'd you assholes get the cuts?"

The man hesitated, and I knew that he was either thinking up a good lie or he was afraid to speak the truth. With a growl of impatience, I reached for his shoulders with the intention of convincing him to answer me with a head butt like the one I'd given his friend.

"Wait! Wait!" he said in a panicked voice, his eyes round with fear. "We bought them off some bikers at a bar a while back."

Well, at least it hadn't been a yard sale.

"Said their MC had dissolved."

I exchanged looks with Cole and Sax. That was plausible. But it wouldn't make much of a difference in how this was going to end. They may not have been any of the men we were looking for, but they were still going to pay for what they'd done to the women.

"Where'd you hear about the attack on our clubhouse?" Cole growled.

"The same guys we bought the cuts from."

I rubbed the bottom half of my jaw, thinking back to an earlier conversation that I’d had with Oz about hired mercenaries. Fuck. It was possible that the men in the bar could have been the men hired from Vegas. With the job done, they hadn't needed the cuts anymore. What better way to put the heat on someone else than to pass off their cuts to some unsuspecting idiots? They'd had to have known that we'd be looking for anyone wearing a Devil's Soldiers cut.

The looks in my brother's eyes revealed that they'd come to the same conclusion. I exhaled deeply, my gaze going to Bobbie. She was still standing there with that obstinate scowl on her pretty face, arms crossed, and her eyes a blue fire that singed me where I stood. I wanted to grin, but I knew that would only piss her off more, and in that moment I didn't have time to deal with her ass. It appeared that she might not be as involved as I’d first thought, but I wasn't ready to completely believe her.

Or let her go.

"What are your names?" I demanded.

"Benny." He looked over at his bloody friend. "Steve. Roland is the one bleeding out on the floor."

"Lock them in the cages for now," I ordered my brothers, taking out my phone. I wasn't going to take Benny's word for it that they weren't Devil's Soldiers. I hit Colton's number. We'd patched him over from the other MC, so he would know if they were telling the truth or not.

"Yeah, Prez."

"Got three men here, need to know if they were your brothers when you were with Devil's Soldiers. Roland. Benny. Steve."

There was a brief pause while he thought it over. "Nope. Can't say their names sound familiar."

Fuck. I knew it wouldn't be that easy. "Listen, found Bobbie involved in the mess here." I knew that Colton would know who I was talking about. She hadn't been gone long enough for anyone to have forgotten her. "Ask Oz to find out what she's been up to since she left the clubhouse."

"Sure thing."

"I'll be in touch." I disconnected.

Sax came back into the room. "What about them?" He motioned towards the two bodies on the floor.

"Get them out of sight. And take care of that shit on the floor." I motioned toward the severed dick that was now staining the filthy carpet. He made a face, but moved to do what I asked.

Cole came into the room, saw what Sax was doing, and went over to help him. A light sound brought my attention back to Bobbie. Her expression had softened, and she'd dropped her arms.

"I heard about the attack on the clubhouse when it first happened," she said in a contrite tone. "I'm sorry about the brothers you lost."

"Thought you said you heard the assholes here talking about it."

There was remorse in her eyes. "They didn't mention the name of the MC, and I didn't make the connection."

She appeared sincere, and it wasn't anything I wanted to talk about. The clubhouse had been destroyed that day. Losing my VP, Tooly, along with Gage, Rugar, and the prospects, Clay and Joey, was still a raw wound that refused to heal. Another prospect, Fisher, had ended up in the burn unit at Lions and had recently been released. It had been one of the worst days in Desert Rebels’ history, and now it turned out that we had a traitor in our midst? Staring in the face of Bobbie's anguish, and questioning it, caused a blinding rage to go through me.

"Don't worry, it wasn't anyone you fucked. Tooly, Gage, and Rugar."

She sucked in a breath, real pain filling her eyes. "You have a real mean streak in you, Demon," she said softly, her bottom lip quivering. It was then that I recalled the friendship that she'd had with Gage, and I felt a moment of regret.

"And how would you know who I did or didn’t fuck?" Tears had gathered in her eyes, turning them into blue swimming pools right before she drove the knife in. "After all, it's what I was there for."

A mouthy, feisty Bobbie I could deal with, not the soft, vulnerable version staring back at me now. I turned away, unable to look at the devastation on her face, knowing that I'd deliberately hurt her. I couldn't help it. The thought of her fucking my brothers ate at my insides like a festering cancer. It was my fault for not manning up and claiming her for my own at the beginning, as soon as I'd seen her walk into the clubhouse for the first time and had known that I'd wanted her for myself.

It had been easier to reject her.

It was a fucked up situation.

Chapter 4

Bobbie

How could I love and hate one man at the same time? With Demon, it was easy.

I nearly bit through my tongue to keep from exposing the hurt his insensitivity had caused by naming the men who'd died. Gage and I had developed a close friendship when I'd been at the clubhouse. We’d hit it off almost from the start, in a strictly platonic way. He'd said that I reminded him of his sister. He was the only one I'd confessed my infatuation for Demon to, and I couldn’t be sure, but I had a suspicion that he was the reason that his brothers hadn't made any demands on me outside of companionship. I'd spent hours in their rooms playing Fortnite and Call to Arms.

I didn’t think that Demon had ever gotten wise to that, either.

No, Demon had been too busy screwing the other club girls and making sure I knew that he hadn't wanted me. I watched him turn away from me, used to that reaction from him. I didn’t know what it was about me that he hated so much. I'd never done anything to him. Maybe like Gage I reminded him of someone else, and it wasn't a good memory. Barely a day had gone by when Demon hadn't seen me and clenched his jaw, a scowl spreading across his rugged face.

Being gone the last eight months, I'd convinced myself that I was so over the asshole.

All it had taken was a heartbeat of looking into his eyes to know that I was so not over him.

I couldn't go back to the clubhouse with him. I couldn't stand watching him with all those other women, watching him kiss them, and touch them with his hands, giving them pleasure before he fucked them. How many times had I wanted his mouth and hands on me, craved his cock inside me, only to see another woman in my place?

When he left the room I glanced at the door. Now would be a good time to get away if I was going to make a move. Maybe that's what Demon wanted, and had left the room to give me the opportunity to escape. The trouble was that I didn't have a vehicle or a way of leaving the park, but I could figure it out later. I was sure I could pay someone to drive me to Pahrump, or I could hitch a ride from someone going that way. A lot of people stopped to eat at The Little A'Le'Inn Restaurant.

I could hear low murmurs coming from the back, and walked slowly toward the door. I glanced outside, getting the layout of the RV Park, something I hadn't been able to do when I'd first been brought there. I'd been rendered unconscious and had come to while still bouncing around inside the vehicle they’d used to bring us here. It had been nighttime, and I'd been groggy when they'd dragged me inside. They'd made sure that the curtains remained closed at all times, but it hadn't taken me long to determine where we were by the take-out containers littering the place.

I slowly opened the door, wincing at the tiny squeak it let out. I waited, holding my breath, but the voices coming from the back hadn't altered. It was just beginning to get dark out, and that was certainly going to help me find a place to hide. I knew that some of the people who lived behind The Little A'Le'Inn were retirees or farmers, and I could tell that some were beginning to return home for the day. Some were vacationers who were drawn to the area by the lure and history of alien sightings.

It was now or never. I quickly hopped down the two metal steps leading to the ground and carefully closed the door behind me. As soon as I heard the tiny click, I turned and ran off with no direction in mind, so long as it took me out of sight. I turned the corner of the trailer and kept on running. As I zigzagged between RVs and trailers I could make out the sound of people talking, their voices carrying through the opened windows. I forced myself to slow down when I came to a group of people sitting outside of their RV. They were cooking on a grill and drinking beer.

I shot them a smile but kept going.

I needed to find a place to hole up for a while.

Suddenly I heard a sound, the kind of sound that was meant to get someone’s attention, and I glanced around, searching for the source. Georgia! She was motioning me over from the doorway of another trailer. I hesitated for only a second before sprinting toward her.

"You looking for someplace to hide?"

"Yes!"

"Thought you might be. Come on in!"

I rushed up the steps and into the RV, welcoming the slam of the door behind me.

****

Demon

Fuck, I was pissed. I should have anticipated that Bobbie would skip out the minute my back was turned. Her disappearing the second she got a chance only backed up my belief that she couldn't be trusted. An innocent person didn't run, and if I found out that she was the traitor who'd caused trouble to the club, I was going to end her myself. She'd appeared genuinely upset when I'd told her about Gage, but as far as I was concerned, that didn't mean shit. The whole thing could have been an act.

I headed back to the trailer at the back of the park, meeting Sax and Cole there. They shook their heads, indicating that they hadn't found the bitch. We shut down our bikes.

"God dammit!" I growled. I wanted to get my hands on her. She could be hiding anywhere, and the dark was on her side. "She has to be here somewhere."

Cole sat back on his seat and crossed his arms. "We stopped at the restaurant, but there was no sign of her there."

"Probably found someone to take her in," Sax added.

Yeah, I thought. If that were the case, we'd never find her, and I wasn't about to go pounding on doors to locate her ass. I pulled out my phone and hit Oz's number. He picked up right away. "Need you to get me Bobbie's address right now, brother," I growled into the receiver before he even had a chance to say a word. "She lives in Pahrump."

"Yeah, I know, brother." I'd forgotten that he'd already been looking into her. "Can I get back to you?" There was a sound of irritation in his voice. "I'm nowhere near my computer."

"No." Oz was our intel man. He handled all of our security and had a knack for digging up information when it was needed.

"Fuck, Prez, I can't pull it out of my ass." I could tell by his breathing that he was rushing somewhere.

"Five minutes," I growled, hanging up. I glared at Cole and Sax, who were sitting back with knowing smirks on their rough faces. "You two stay here and take care of shit."

"Where you going?" Cole asked with a slight frown.

As my enforcer I knew that he wouldn't be okay with me going alone, but right then I didn't give a fuck. I could handle one woman on my own, and if anyone needed protection, it was her. "I'm going to deal with Bobbie myself." I wanted to be waiting for her when she returned to her place.

Sax snorted. "What are you going to do to her?" His tone implied that he already had an idea.

I smirked. "Gonna fuck the bitch and then kill her." I was being sarcastic, although fucking Bobbie had some appeal. "What do you think, asshole? I'm going to bring her back to the clubhouse." My phone dinged. It was Oz. "Yeah?"

"Twenty-four Ula Street, looks like an apartment complex."

"Got it." After we disconnected I programmed the address into my bike's GPS. Yep, the bitch lived in a shitty apartment, although it appeared to be a new complex. How the fuck could she afford that? I looked up at my brothers. "I'm heading out. Want to surprise Bobbie when she decides to go home. You brothers head back when you're done here."

"See you there," Cole said as he climbed off his bike. "Let's take care of business and then grab dinner before we head back," he suggested to Sax.

I snorted, turning my bike around and heading toward the highway. My brothers had their priorities straight. Club business came first, above our own needs. The fact that they were going to kill two men but were talking food revealed that they had the stomach for this shit. It also revealed the hardened, cold-blooded killers they'd become. Something we'd all had to become to keep our MC and its members safe, keep our club prosperous.

The three of us had come up the ranks together, each deciding on a different path in the club. I'd never envisioned that I would one day become president. Fuck, I’d thought Killer would be with us for a lot longer than he had been, but cancer had decided his fate and had put him in an early grave. I'd been his VP and was voted into his spot unanimously. Well, with the exception of Junior, his son. Junior had thought he'd be a shoe-in to take his father’s place, but no one in the club thought he was ready for the kind of responsibility it took to be president. He'd proved that over and over again with his stupid decisions and temper tantrums.

A perfect example of his immaturity was the trouble he'd tried to cause between Cole and his old lady, Raven. He’d planted used condoms in their room, making it appear as if both of them had been fucking around on each other. Good thing Cole and Raven had talked through it and figured it out. Cole hadn't wasted any time beating the fuck out of Junior, while Raven had surprised everyone by clocking Tamara, the club slut who’d also been involved, for her part in it.

MC presidents didn't have time for shit like that. As Killer's right hand man, I'd had a clue about what I'd be facing once I took over, the tough decisions and the sacrifices I would have to make. The responsibility I would be taking on, and not just for myself. I had fifty brothers and their families to think about, and the club was growing every day with brother's finding their old ladies and having babies. In a way I was glad that I didn't have the responsibility of a family to worry over, too.

The Extraterrestrial Highway was a long, boring ride on a lonely, barely traveled road that cut through dry, desert-like terrain. It was hot, and the sun beat down on me without mercy. There was nothing to look at except for the occasional cow or vulture. Wildlife was scarce. I was surrounded by hills made of dirt and rocks with stretches of flatland in between. Everything was one color--brown. I passed an open range sign with the picture of a bull on it, and sure enough, there was a cow crossing the road about a quarter mile down the road.

Pahrump was a little over three hours away from Rachel. I wondered how Bobbie intended to get home. The last I knew, she drove an old station wagon she'd had painted a God-awful yellow. It stood out, and I hadn't seen anything like it at the RV Park. It didn't matter, either way I was going to surprise her when I showed up at her apartment. What I did from that moment on depended on her. She was either going to come willingly, or as my fucking prisoner.

And I wasn't going to be nice.

Christ, I hoped that she wasn’t involved in the trouble with my club, but I had to wonder why she'd taken off so suddenly. I'd returned from business at Crystal's Palace to find her packed up and gone. All anyone had been able to tell me was that she'd said something about having had enough. Enough of what? The girls had it good at our clubhouse. We provided food, protection, a roof over their heads. Fuck, we even provided their medical care. They had whatever they needed in exchange for their services, and the men treated them good. But even as I thought about it, I didn't like the fucking image of Bobbie with any of my brothers.

She'd been sought after, too. Too many fucking times I'd seen her disappear down the hall with a brother's arm over her shoulder. Heard her squeal of laughter when one picked her up and carried her in a firemen's hold to his room. I'd watched and gritted my teeth, furious at myself for not letting the brothers know that it was hands-off when it came to her. She'd been on cooking and cleaning duty, but seeing her willingly going off with them revealed that she wanted to fuck them.

It had revealed that she was truly a whore in nature.

I went full-throttle and flew down the highway as if the demons of hell were after me. It was one of the reasons I liked Nevada. Plenty of roads and highways that allowed bikers to race against the wind at exhilarating speeds. Death Valley was another hot spot where we could ride for miles without any sign of civilization. There was nothing equal to defying death and having the freedom to enjoy it. Those who didn't beat the reaper did it on their own terms and welcomed it with open arms.

After three hours on the road, I rode into Pahrump. GPS took me right to Bobbie's apartment building. New, as the pictures I'd pulled up after Oz had given me her address, had indicated. Not cheap, judging from the lush landscaping, and design of the place. How the fuck did Bobbie afford this? I pulled my bike around the back so it couldn't be seen from the entrance, and turned it off. I sat there for a minute, contemplating how this was going to play out, kicking myself because I should have let Cole come after her ass instead.

This was his job. I was the fucking president. Yet the thought of my enforcer putting his hands on the woman I wanted to fuck had caused me to make a stupid decision. Not that I was worried about Cole fucking Bobbie, he had a sexy woman of his own at home. But I wouldn't put anything past Bobbie, and if she was going to try and use her feminine wiles to gain the upper hand, I wanted it to be on me.

I wanted to show her I was as immune to her now as I'd been pretending to be when she'd been a club whore.

Fuck, that was messed up.

I brought my leg over my seat and walked to Bobbie's front door.

Chapter 5

Bobbie

I gave Georgia and her friend, Debbie, a last wave before turning back to my front door to unlock it. I was so glad to finally be home, thankful to be out of that horrible situation. Happy that I'd gotten away from Demon and his men. I'd waited a full day before asking Georgia for a ride, paying for her gas and buying her and Debbie lunch for their trouble. Georgia and I hadn’t spoken about what we'd gone through, content to deal in our own ways. I wasn't sure how much she’d told Debbie, but I knew that she would have had to tell her something to explain away our suddenly unkempt appearances.

I had no doubt that the men involved would be dead before the Desert Rebels left that trailer. I didn't know what they'd been looking for, but I had the feeling that it had something to do with what had gone down at their clubhouse the day Gage had been killed. Thinking about his death caused a wave of sadness to wash over me. We'd gotten close during the months I'd been at the clubhouse, and had spent a lot of time together in his room, just hanging out. Not once had he made a move to get me into his bed. He hadn't been interested in me in that way.

I closed and locked the door behind me and leaned against it with a sigh. I noticed that there was a faint smell of food in my apartment, and at first I suspected that it was coming from the garbage. But it wasn't a bad smell. My gaze moved around the small space that was my apartment, taking in the tiny kitchen, living room, and up to the hallway that led to my bathroom and bedroom in one sweep. Nothing appeared out of place, but when I went to flip on the lights nothing happened. I flipped the switch several times and then groaned, my mind spinning as I tried to recall when my electric bill was due. Damn! I was only a week late. Surely the electric company hadn't turned it off that quickly.

I went to the fridge and opened the door, sighing with relief when the light came on and I was hit by the cold. Oh, good, I thought to myself. It must just be a burned-out light bulb. I peered at the contents inside the fridge making a mental note what might need to be thrown away after being gone for so long. The half-eaten omelet, and left-over Chinese take-out for sure. I narrowed my gaze on the pizza box inside and frowned. I didn't recall having ordered one before being taken.

Oh, well.

First things first, I thought. I needed to call the clinic and pray that I hadn't been replaced for not showing up for work for the last two weeks. Then I needed to get to the clinic to take whatever tests necessary to confirm that I was clean and healthy. The thought of having an STD almost made me sick. An unwanted pregnancy? I didn't even want to think about that. A lump formed in my throat and I rushed to the bathroom, thinking that I was going to throw up. I hung my head over the sink and gagged violently, but nothing came up. While there, I decided to brush my teeth.

I brushed for a good four minutes before rinsing my mouth out with half a bottle of mouth wash. Surprisingly, just doing that little bit had made me feel better. I quickly stripped my clothes off and crammed them into the small trash can next to the toilet. Next, I reached in and turned on my shower, getting the water as hot as I could stand it before stepping inside. It was so hot that it stung my skin, but I didn't care. I scrubbed my body down several times until it was pink and almost raw, and washed my hair, sighing with pleasure at the scent of my own fragrant products running down my body.

Before I knew it, tears were running down my face. I'd always prided myself on being a strong woman, and I wasn't a crier, but considering that I'd been kidnapped, half-starved, beaten, and raped for two weeks straight I allowed myself the outlet I'd been denying before then. I needed to fall apart, needed to give myself permission to get it out of my system. Sobs began to fill the tiny, steam-filled bathroom as I accepted what had happened, accepted that I hadn't been able to stop it. I screamed and hit the shower wall before sliding down and pulling my knees up, letting the water pelt my abused body.

I let the scalding water rain down on me until I couldn't cry anymore, until the water began to turn cold and I knew that I had to get out. I don't know how long I’d been in there when I forced myself to turn the water off and get out. I wrapped a towel around my body and padded barefoot to my bedroom for clothes. It was the time of day when darkness was just beginning to take over, but I could still see well enough not to use the lights. I walked directly to my dresser, where I pulled out a pair of panties and a sleep tee.

I dropped the towel to the ground and reached for my panties.

"You've lost weight."

I screamed and jerkily grabbed my tee bringing it up to cover me. My eyes darted to the bed, where the voice had come from, to find Demon sitting up against the head board with his long legs crossed at the ankles. Relief and anger vied for first place in my emotions, but blinding anger won out.

"What the fuck, Demon?! What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I watched him like a hawk as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet. His long strides ate up the distance between us and suddenly he was standing in front of me. I forced myself to hold his sharp, assessing gaze.

His eyes dropped down the front of me, burning me with their intensity. "Get dressed. You're going with me."

His arrogance caused me to see red. "No. I'm not." I so wanted to slip into my tee, feeling exposed in spite of the fact that I was holding the shirt against my body. He'd seen me naked before, but this situation felt far more intimate than when he’d watched as I’d tried to wash Roland off of me. His eyes hadn't held that predatory, hungry look like they were now.

He took a threatening step closer. I took a step back, coming up against my dresser. I caught my breath, feeling a rush of heat envelop me. I did not want Demon. I didn't want him to touch me. I hated him. He leaned down close to my face.

"I caught you with our enemies, bitch. Considering the trouble we've had and the fact that you conveniently left the club right before all that shit went down, you look guilty as fuck."

"You're crazy!" I hissed. "My leaving had nothing to do with what happened at the clubhouse, or with your brothers. As for finding me with your enemies, they took me, asshole. One of those cages was mine!" I was trembling with emotion.

Something flickered in his eyes but it was gone so fast I was sure that I'd imagined it. "That may be, but there's still too many unanswered questions right now. Until I get to the fucking truth you'll be a guest of Desert Rebels."

"Fuck you, Demon! Get out!"

"Maybe if you hadn't run, I wouldn't be here now," he growled, so close to me I could feel his breath against my face.

"What did you expect me to do? Stay there and continue to be abused?"

His upper lip curled. "Innocent people don't run, Bobbie. And I have a fucking traitor in my club."

I swallowed hard. "It's not me," I insisted. "You think I'm stupid enough to betray the Desert Rebels? I know the rules, Demon." Christ, I'd been around MCs my whole adult life.

He nodded, but his expression revealed that he wasn't convinced. "Yeah. And all of a sudden you have this nice fucking apartment, nice fucking furniture. I bet you even have a nice, new car," he gritted between his teeth.

My jaw dropped as I realized what he was implying. It suddenly became clear to me how my situation looked, and why he thought I’d betrayed his club and been rewarded for it. I'd left the clubhouse right before the attack had occurred, although I’d had no way of knowing what was going to happen. He'd walked in to find me sucking off a man who happened to be wearing a cut from a rival MC. He probably thought I'd been there willingly. Then I’d run off, and he tracked me down to a nice apartment, the nicest I've ever been able to afford.

I had a new car, too.

Shit.

"I can explain—"

"Damn right you will," he snarled. "Now put some fucking clothes on or I'll take you the way you are."

I opened my mouth.

"I mean it, bitch."

We stared each other down. My heart was racing because I knew Demon would do it. He wasn't the kind of man to issue empty threats. He was so angry, I could feel the waves of fury rolling off him, and an angry Demon was a scary Demon. I'd seen him in action when I'd been living at the clubhouse. He'd earned his place as president because he did whatever he had to do to run the MC. He was ruthless and dangerous.

A killer.

And knowing all those things about him excited me. It shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. He was as alpha as they came, built like a hulking machine that showed no fear. Being this close to him, to this monster, brought back to me all over again how much I wanted him to take me without mercy, to claim me with rough passion as I'd watched him do with the other club whores for months. I may have hated him, hated what he made me feel, but I wanted him, too. I hated him for hurting me, even while he didn't know that every time I saw him with a club slut he was slowly killing me inside.

"What's it going to be?" he asked after a minute of silence.

I raised my chin, determined to show him that he didn't intimidate me. "Step back. I can't dress with you standing over me."

For the first time since I’d found him in my apartment, his expression relaxed. "Good fucking choice."

He backed off, but he didn't go far, and he didn't turn around, either. He crossed his massive arms over his massive chest, an arrogant smirk spreading across his hard face.

"Go ahead and watch, damn you," I hissed. I hoped his other eye fell out. Ignoring his rough chuckle, I quickly brought my sleep tee down over my head. It fell to my hips. I swung around and went to my closet for a pair of jeans.

"Do you have a pair of boots?" He hadn't moved from where he’d planted himself in my room, but I could feel his eyes on me.

"It hasn't been that long since I lived at the clubhouse," I said in a snarky tone. "Of course I have boots." I dug them out and went to the bed to slip them on, and then I looked up at him. "Should I pack a few things, or are you going to kill me right away?" I sassed.

He snorted. "I don't give a fuck what you do."

Bastard. I pulled out my carry bag from beneath my bed and stuffed a few shirts and jeans into it. Then I went to the bathroom to brush my long hair before braiding it. I knew from experience what a ride on a bike could do to long hair if it were left to hang freely.

Demon had followed me into the bathroom, and he stood watching me from the doorway. I tried to ignore him but it was hard knowing that his eyes were on me. I felt my nipples bead against my shirt, a tingling of awareness I didn't appreciate spreading over me.

It wasn't fair that my body was betraying me by responding to his silent scrutiny. I felt like I needed to say something to take my mind off what my body wanted. "You're going to be sorry when you find out that I'm innocent," I said with confidence. I turned slightly to look at him, slapping a hand on my hip.

"You're not innocent," Demon said with just as much confidence and in a tone that made me wonder if we were talking about the same thing. "You about done here?" he growled.

I pressed my lips and pushed past him. Since he hadn't moved I was forced to brush up against him, which didn't help soften my nipples any. I caught Demon's low growl as my breasts brushed against him. I resisted making eye contact, afraid that he'd see something in my eyes that I didn't want him to see. Maybe I was afraid, too, that there would be something reflected in his eyes.

I didn't bother asking why we couldn't wait and go in the morning. Demon did what he wanted. Grabbing my bag, I went to the door and waited. I didn't know what was holding him up until he finally appeared with my jacket hanging from his hands.

"You're going to need this for the ride." He held it out to me.

"You're such a gentleman," I smirked, taking it from him. "Worried about my catching a chill when you're planning on killing me?"

Without warning I found myself pushed up against the door, trapped inside Demon's arms when he flattened his palms against the wood. "I can do without your smartass remarks, Bobbie," he gritted through his teeth. "And if I were you, I'd be real fucking worried about my killing you. It's more of a possibility than you seem to think."

"I'm not a traitor," I insisted.

"We'll see." He pulled me roughly away from the door, enough to open it, and then we were slipping outside.

It was dark now, but the parking lot lights illuminated the whole area. I hadn't noticed any bikes when I'd first arrived home, and I didn't see one now. The reason soon became clear when Demon led me around the building to where his motorcycle was parked. He took my bag and stashed it into the saddlebag. I noticed that there was only one helmet.

He removed it and handed it to me. "Put this on."

"Yes, sir," I said smartly.

His head whipped back around to me, but he said nothing. As I buckled the strap beneath my chin, Demon mounted his huge Harley and started it up. I climbed on behind him, forced to wrap my arms around his torso in order to hold on. As we left the parking lot it hit me then that I'd never seen a woman on Demon's bike before, which probably explained why he only had one helmet.

I wondered how he felt about me being on the back of him.

I wondered what it would feel like being underneath him.

Chapter 6

Demon

I should never have denied myself the pleasure of fucking Bobbie in the past, because I was paying for it now. Having her behind me with her lush little body up against mine was fucking torture. All I could think about was stopping somewhere, turning around on my seat, and fucking her into tomorrow. My dick strained against my zipper with the thought of sinking inside her tight, wet pussy. Having seen her naked twice now was hell on my libido. I could have dived into her lush curves and not come out for a week.

No. Fuck that. Forever.

Knowing that was probably the reason I remained fucking hard during most of the ride back to the clubhouse.

No matter how much I wanted the bitch, I had to find out what her involvement was, if any, with the destruction of the clubhouse and the killing of my brothers. Oz's source indicated that someone from the inside had been the mastermind. Bobbie had insisted that it wasn't her, had even sounded convincing, but I'd learned a long time ago that trusting the word of a woman could lead to the downfall of a man.

Hadn't my ex trapped me with her lies?

I hadn't thought about Julia in a long time. Not since long before I'd signed the divorce papers and she'd gone off with that prick, Darrin Cylus. Christ, she could be the traitor for all I knew, but I quickly brushed that thought aside. She'd had plenty of times during our years together to bring trouble down upon the MC, but she hadn't seemed to care one way or the other about the club. I'd never given her any reason to hate us, and it was clear that hate was the driving force for whoever had betrayed us.

I kept a steady pace down the lonely stretch of road that cut through the Mohave Desert. In spite of it being night time, dry heat brushed against us in the twilight zone-like darkness. Bobbie's hands hadn't so much as twitched since she'd wrapped them around my body and linked them together. In the beginning of our ride she'd been stiff as a board, an indication that she wanted to be anywhere but on the back of my bike. But as our ride had continued she’d gradually relaxed, and now she was leaning her head against my shoulder.

I smirked. I didn't put women on the back of my bike, but I had to admit that the feel of Bobbie pulled up tight against me felt damned good. It would have felt even better if her hands shifted down to play with my dick, but I had a feeling she wouldn't be receptive to that suggestion. When she'd been one of the girl's at the clubhouse she'd done nothing but glare at me and keep her distance, something I'd been thankful for, considering how fucking badly I'd wanted her.

As the president of my club, I could have had her any time I'd wanted, and more than once I'd come close to saying “to hell with it” and taken her to my room. Thank fuck I'd come to my senses and resisted my urges by taking one of the other girls instead. Them I could fuck and send on their way without a second thought. I knew that if I ever gave in to my cravings for Bobbie, I'd have a hard time forgetting her.

I'd watched as my brothers, one by one had found their women, but I wanted no part of that.

I felt a light tapping just above my belt. Yeah, baby, just a little lower, I thought to myself, willing her hand to slip, and give me relief.

"I have to pee!"

Fuck. My mouth turned down as I pulled over. "Make it quick," I said without turning. I felt her hesitation. "What's the problem, Bobbie?"

"Out here?"

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