Cutter 5: Red Sin Mc

CUTTER 5: RED SIN MC

BY
ALEXA RYNN

Copyright 2016
Alexa
Rynn
, all rights reserved.

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part of this work may be reproduced without written consent of the author. This
book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.

This book is for a mature audience only
due to strong language and strong sexual conduct.

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DEDICATION:

For Marissa: because you have the purest
and most beautiful heart I’ve ever seen up close, because you read every word I
write, because you’re one of the strongest woman I’ve ever known, and because
as gorgeous as you are on the outside doesn’t even begin to compare to your
beauty on the inside and that’s the most important thing of all. I love you,
BFF.

Chapter One

GRACE

Two weeks.

That was how long
it had been since I walked into a building in the middle of The Misfit
territory and requested to speak to their President. What I had gotten in
return was a room full of laughs until a few of the higher ranked brothers
stepped forward from the back of the club house and realized who I was.

Grace.

Not only was I
known wanted Misfit property but I also happened to be the girlfriend of the
Vice President of one of their deepest rivals. Or the Ex girlfriend, or
whatever you wanted you call it. The truth was that I didn’t know where Cutter
and me stood. I just knew that I had betrayed him in the worst way possible and
now he hated me for it. I had hurt the one person I never wanted to cause an
ounce of pain to and now I was doing everything I could to make sure I never
did anything to harm him again: even if that meant spending the rest of my life
as a slave.

Only so far being
held captive didn’t feel much like being a slave.

They had me held
up in this decent sized room with a mini fridge, bed, and T.V. Plus, my own
bathroom. The few Misfit brothers who actually came by didn’t bother me much.
They barely acted like I existed at all. They hadn’t let me go but they hadn’t
hurt me either and that made me feel like there had to be a reason behind it.

And as much as I
hated to admit it, a part of me hoped that it had something to do with Cutter
still caring about me. If they weren’t harming me, maybe it was because Red Sin
had something that wanted more than me and they were willing to make a trade
for it.

I pulled my knees
to my chest and stared at the wall. I wondered what Cutter was doing right now.
Probably having sex with tons of skinny girls with huge boobs, getting drunk
and partying. It was immature to think that way but I couldn’t help feeling
sorry for myself. I should have done this to begin with instead of getting
involved with Cutter and his father and the rest of The Red Sin.

At least then I
wouldn’t know how bad this sucked, I wouldn’t know how much the pain consumed
me. A life without Cutter was miserable because I’d already known a life with
Cutter. But I guess it was better to know that kind of love and then lose it
rather than never know it at all.

A tear slipped
down my cheek.

God, I was such a
girl.

The door to my
room swung open with a loud crash. I wiped at my face and swung my body around,
the last thing I wanted to do was seem even weaker to the brothers of The
Misfits. They already thought I was crazy enough turning myself over to them
willingly, I didn’t need to add fuel to the fire. Not that I could blame them,
even I could admit that it was pretty insane of me. But I guess when you loved
someone enough insane things seemed kind of normal
;
or
at least justified.

I groaned when I
saw my least favorite of the brothers entering.

“Well, good
morning, sweet pea,” Clause called, kicking the door shut behind him. “How did
Red Sin’s little whore sleep, huh?” He dropped a fast food bag onto the bed and
grinned. “Did you have wet dreams while you thought about me, huh?”

I gagged and he
winked. “I knew it, I know how bad girls like you are.”

It wasn’t that I
was scared of Clause necessarily. He was more of an annoyance, always saying
nasty things and bothering me about things that weren’t true. I suspected it
was more about being bored than actually caring what I was up to.

I grabbed the bag
off the bed and glanced inside. “Wendy’s again?” I sighed. “I’m so sick of
Wendy’s,” I told him, pushing the bag away. “I’m too depressed to eat, anyway.”

He grabbed the bag
away from me and started popping fries into his mouth. “Suit yourself.” He
pulled out a cheeseburger from inside and started unwrapping it. “The girl who
put herself in this situation says she’s too depressed to eat.”

He was right; I’d
done it to myself.

Didn’t mean it
hurt any less.

“Oh, God, wipe the
puppy dog-look off your face.” Clause shoved a bite of his burger into his
mouth. “You can’t go acting all upset all the time. I mean, what exactly did
you think you were walking into here?”

“Don’t you have
anything better to do?” I snapped.

I really wanted to
be alone in my misery.

“Not really,” he
shrugged, chewing loudly. He stuck his tongue out and ran it over his thick
lips. It was too bad he was so obnoxious or he would be pretty attractive. Dark
hair, full lips, perfect abs and a square nose over naturally tan skin.
Something told me his bad attitude stopped him from getting much action,
though. Of course, I guess when you were a brother your attitude didn’t matter;
pussy just flocked to you.

The way it was
probably flocking to Cutter right now.

My stomach turned
at the thought.

The door swung
open again and a brother I’d never seen before entered. He had a shaved head
and a beard that came down to his neck. He grinned at me then frowned when he spotted
Clause. “Get lost.”

Clause popped the
last piece of burger into his mouth. “What are you doing here?” He plopped down
on the bed next to me, making it clear that he wasn’t planning on going
anywhere anytime soon.

“I’m here to make
sure that everything is all set for later on today.” He looked like he wanted
to strangle Clause. “And that means annoying little pricks like you need to get
lost, this is above your stance in the club, little foot.” The bald brother
grinned, motioning toward the door.

Clause rolled his
eyes. “Actually, Lance, I’m on the rest of the day shift and I can’t leave
until Bark himself tells me it’s okay.” He crossed one of his long legs over
the other.

I recognized
Bark’s name. He was someone they referred to a lot. I wasn’t sure if he was
their Vice President or just someone a hell of a lot higher up than they were.

Lance looked away
with a guilty expression. He’d tried to use intimidation to get Clause to leave
and it hadn’t worked out for him, no one had given him orders to be here or
Clause would have heard about it. He ran one of his thick pale hands over his
head and let out an exasperated wheeze. “Can’t you just be cool for once?”

Clause looked
shocked. “I resent that, I’m always cool.” He shot me a sideways glance. “Aren’t
I, Grace?”

I shrugged. If it
had just been Clause and me I might have some sarcastic dig to shoot back at
him but I didn’t want to say much in front of Lance and I think Clause could
sense that because he didn’t press the matter.

“Then prove it and
get out of here,” Lance growled, letting his eyes travel over to where I lay on
the bed and glancing up and down my body. “I want to get to know our new friend
here.”

I moved closer to
Clause on the bed off impulse.

Lance smirked.
“What you only have eyes for our buddy Clause here?” He took a step toward me.
“Is that what you said to my brother the night he got his face stomped in over
you? That you only had the energy to fuck one of them?” He pinched his teeth
together and bit the air roughly. “No one here to stomp me into the ground
though, is there?”

Clause got up from
the bed. “No ones stomping anyone anywhere.” He grabbed another handful of
fries out of the bag and started chomping away on them. “Don’t you have anyone
else to bother?” He shot me a wink, clearly thinking he was funny since I’d
said almost the same thing to him only seconds earlier.

“Don’t you?” Lance
rubbed his hands together. “Go run an errand.”

“No can do, under
strict orders,” Clause said for the second time.

Lance inhaled
deeply and then blew out the air slowly, trying to calm himself down. He shook
his head and licked his lips. “Screw it, he can watch.” He dodged toward the
bed and grabbed me by the legs. “You ready to have some fun?”

I tried to kick at
him as he pulled me toward him, but he had me by the ankles, twisting them
around so far that I was worried my bone might snap. “No!” I screeched, kicking
the air. “No!”

“What the fuck?”
Clause said.

“It’s okay,” Lance
said, laughing evilly. “She means no, don’t stop!” He yanked me down so hard
that my stomach crashed into the bottom of his crotch. “Don’t you, baby?”

“Knock it off,
Lance,” Clause warned. “We have orders.”

Lance shoved one
of his hands up my shirt and started feeling around my chest. “Yeah, but orders
don’t feel as good as these big ole
titties
do.” He
laughed again, sticking his hand all the way inside of my bra and starting to
fish around for my nipple.

I tried to
struggle but even with just one hand to hold me down he was still way stronger
than me. His hands felt foreign and wrong on my skin, like they were a disease
my body was trying to fight off and I guess in a way they were. His fingers
were freezing inside of my bra; he found my nipple and tugged on it real hard.
“Clause! Help me! Please!” I begged.

Lance flicked my nipple
and moaned. “Mm, don’t worry, baby, those nipples will be hard in no time.” He
grabbed my boob so hard that I screamed out, causing him to laugh harder.
“Yeah, you know you want it, baby!” He pulled his hand out of my shirt and
shoved it between my legs. “Get that fat pussy ready for me.” He rubbed back
and forth over my slit through my jeans. “Mm, you really are a little fucking
slut, aren’t you?”

Clause yanked him
off me, shoving him across the room. “Alright, alright, that’s enough.” His
eyes were wide, his features dark. “What the hell, man? That’s not part of the
plan.”

Plan? What plan? I
took the opportunity to put as much space between Lance and myself as possible.
I pulled my shirt down tight and pressed my legs together, hiding my most
private asset from his view.

Lance pushed
himself up off the wall forcefully. “The plan fucking sucks! It’s been weeks
and everyone is still waiting around like idiots.” He shot me a suggestive
look. “Besides this plan is much more fun.”

“It may be stupid
but that’s not our call to make.” He lowered his voice, trying to remind Lance
of his loyalties. “There are protocols and chains of command to follow here.”

Lance’s eyes were
empty, dead of any emotion. “Chains of command? Why should she sit here all
this time just so the mighty president can be the first one to stick
himself
up inside of her? He has enough whores to pick from,
this one is just sitting here, ready and waiting.”

“We both know it’s
not that black and white,” Clause told his brother.

“Actually, it is.”
Lance moved toward the bed again. “Come on, no one will ever know. It’s not
like the bitch is going to say anything and even if she did, who would believe
her?” He puckered his lips up and gave me an air kiss. “Everyone knows cunts
lie.”

“It’s not going to
happen,” Clause told him. “I think you should leave.”

Lance looked at
Clause like he’d lost his damn mind. “It’s not going to happen? It’s not going
to happen?” He moved closer to him, digging his eyes into his face. “Do you
have any idea who I am compared to you? You do what I say, so fall the fuck in
line.” He pressed his nose up against Clause’s face. “Now I’m going to make
this real easy for you, I’m fucking the shit out of this little slut now and
you can either join me or get the fuck out.”

He swung around
and marched back over to the bed, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me up.
“Get on your fucking knees, now.” He started fiddling with his pant button with
his other hand. “I’m going to teach you what it means to get a real piece of
sausage for breakfast.” He laughed loudly. “I hope you don’t have a gag
reflex.”

“That’s enough!”
Clause screamed and when I looked over a second later I realize that both Lance
and me were looking down the barrel of a gun. “Let her go.”

“You’ve got to be
shitting me,” Lance said. “You aren’t going to use that thing, Clause, who the
hell are you trying to kid?” But the way he let go of my arm told me that he
wasn’t as sure as he sounded.

Clause motioned
for me to move away from Lance with the gun. “Grace, get over here. Lance, you
need to go, you need to go now.” He slid the safety off and kept the gun on
him, trying to show him that he wasn’t going to be backing down.

Lance watched me
move to Clause’s side and paused, turning over the facts in his head. After a
long few moments filled with silence he shook his head. “You’re bluffing.”

Clause moved the
gun an inch and shot at the desk in back of him, sending a shot shooting
straight through the wall and into whatever was on the other side. “I promise
you, I’m not,” he said once the sound of gunfire had died off.

I gasped. Maybe I
should have been used to hearing guns go off by now but I still wasn’t. Each
time I still felt like a bomb was going off somewhere and I’d just missed the
cut off time to disable it.

Lance jolted to
the side, just as thrown off by Clause’s actions as I was. His mouth hung apart
as he gapped at Clause. “You idiot, you’re going to wish you didn’t do that.”
He reached for his waistband.

“I’ll shoot you,
Lance!” Clause said, forcefully. “I don’t want to but I will.”

His tone sent
goose bumps up and down my arms. I was shocked, I really didn’t think Clause
had this type of thing in him but maybe I wasn’t the best judge of character.
Clearly, people kept surprising me.

Lance thought
about it for a few more seconds and then moved his hand away, slowly backing
toward the door as Clause kept his gun pointed on him. “This isn’t cool, bro,
not at all.”

“We have orders,”
Clause said sternly.

“I’m sure we do.”
Lance opened the door and slipped out.

Clause held the
gun out while he crossed the room and slipped the lock over. He glanced out of
the peephole and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, punching in a few
numbers. “You might want to get ready to move, he’ll probably be back. Once
Lance sets his eyes on a girl he usually doesn’t stop until he’s had her.”