OWNED: BLAZING DEVILS MC (10 page)

Chapter Five

GRACE

The jerk carrying
me tossed me into the room roughly and slammed the door shut behind me. I tried
to run after him and jiggle the handle but it was no use, he had locked it up
tight.

“Fuck!” I glanced around
the room, looking for a window or something. There were a few on either side of
the room but we were up so damn high I was sure to break my leg if I tried to
jump. Not to mention I’d land right in the lion's den of Red Sin members
looking to celebrate their recent victory.

What the hell was
Cutter’s problem? What had I done to deserve being locked up here like I was in
prison? Because I didn’t thank him for saving me from those creeps, like he
even gave me a chance. He came in with all his brothers and looked right past
of me like I was a piece of garbage.

And excuse me if I
was a little shaken up over the body getting pissed on right in front of me. I
had never seen anything like that in my life. Yeah, I hung out with these guys
but I’d never seen anything like that first hand before, I had only heard
stories.

The door finally
swung open a few minutes later and Cutter came striding in, all sexy and
smoldering. His dark hair was sticking up in every direction and his deep blue
eyes looked like tiny crystal icicles. I swallowed and looked away from him, I
wasn’t sure how any woman managed to hate him for very long with eyes like
that.

He took his
leather jacket and tossed it onto his bed.

God, that chest…
God, those arms; he definitely wasn’t lacking in the muscle department. I
studied his sea of tattoos, trying to figure out the maze that was his arms.

Out of all the Red
Sin members who called me, none of them came close to looking like Cutter Ford.
I could only imagine how good he would look without his shirt on.

I didn’t have to
imagine long.

He slammed the
door shut behind him and tore his shirt over his head.

I gasped.

I had never seen a
chest so defined in my life. His muscles and abs were perfect like he had just
stepped out of a magazine. I felt my face start to turn a bright shade of red.
I was surprisingly modest when it came to men of the opposite sex… like those
clowns had pointed out earlier I never actually slept with the guys who hired
me.

Sometimes we would
do social stuff, yeah, but sometimes we wouldn’t.

Like Ace, he paid
me to hang out with him every Saturday from 12-3. It just so happened that was
the time of day when his corner got a huge shipment of drugs in. Now if he was
with me every Saturday and the cops came poking around how could he possibly of
had anything to do with that shipment?

I'd never even
hooked up with a brother before.

Not that they
hadn't tried.

People like Cutter
didn’t know that, though. And they didn’t believe me.

To them, I was
just a whore, hired pussy.

Hence, why he was
taking his shirt off right now.

I forced my eyes
away from his perfect body and tattooed chest. “What do you think this is,
Cutter? You think I’m going to just drop down on my knees right here and now
and do you? After what I just witnessed down there?” I shook my head. “You are
out of your mind.”

Sexy as hell but
still out of his mind.

Cutter huffed.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” He walked past me and pulled a shirt off a long
wooden dresser in the corner, throwing it over his head. “I don’t pay for sex.”

I looked away,
humiliated by him once again. He had just wanted a clean
shirt,
of course, he had just beaten a guy to death and got his blood all over his
shirt. “I don’t have sex for money.”

He cocked his head
to the side, curious. “Oh, yeah? What do you call it?”

I pulled my skirt
down further. Ugh, he made me so uncomfortable. “We don’t have sex. We do…
other stuff.” I fiddled with the top of my shirt, suddenly all too aware of the
fact that it was so low.

Cutter laughed loudly.
“You’re kidding, right? Are you telling me that my brothers pay you a bunch of
money and they don’t even fuck you? What the fuck do you guys do when you hang
out? Paint your fucking nails?” He laughed louder, kicking his boots off his
feet.

I glanced down at
the blood stained leather.

"You've
really never hooked up with any of us?"

I shook my head
no.

He paused and a
twinkle entered his eyes. "Interesting."

“What am I doing
here, Cutter?”

He shrugged.
“You’re here because you need to learn some respect.”

“So, I’m here
because I pissed you off?”

“I don’t like
being disrespected, Grace, and what you did down there.” He shook his head.
“Being all over Ace like that after what I had just done for you, that was
blatant disrespect.”

I was so confused,
what was he talking about? He sounded almost jealous but that was crazy. There
was no way Cutter Ford would ever be jealous of someone flirting with someone
like me. I mean
,
he could have any girl he wanted.

“What do you want
from me, Cutter? You want me to say sorry, is that it?” I walked further away
from his hotness and toward the door. “I’m sorry, okay? Can I go now?”

His perfect dark
eyes twinkled even brighter. “I don’t think you mean that.” He placed his hand
over his heart, faking hurt.

There was a pounding
on the outside of the door.

“I’ll get it.”

Cutter huffed and
grabbed me by the back of the arm, pushing me back into the room. “You won't
get anything, nice try.” He shot me a disapproving look then swung the door
open himself.

Blaze and another
Red Sin member, Snake, came bursting into the room.

Cutter looked
completely unsurprised to see them. “Let me guess, we’ve already received a
phone call.” He closed the door behind them and grabbed a beer out of one of
their hands, taking a long swig.

“Yup,” Snake said.
“You know how this town works, no one can keep their mouth shut for very long.”
He slipped his hand into his black jeans and pulled out a pack of cigarettes,
lighting one up right in the middle of the room and blowing smoke all over the
clean air around us.

I made a big show
of coughing loudly, causing all the brothers to look at me. Hey, if I was
forced to be here why should I have to be polite? It wasn't like Cutter was
going to hurt me. If he wanted me dead I would have been by now, he wasn’t
exactly the type of guy who wasted time.

“Or maybe,” I
pointed out. “No one told them at all and your huge show of parading their dead
brother’s body through the street reached them in record time.”

Blaze glanced at
Cutter. “Oh, good, you decided to keep her.”

Cutter ignored him
and took the cig out of Snake’s hand, inhaling deeply.

Gross.

“What did they
say?”

Snake lit up
another cancer stick. “Fire wasn’t a full member, he was still in the middle of
his probation period. Hence, why he was stupid enough to come into our
territory and start something with next to no backup.” More smoke left his
lungs. “Now, the guy who was shot in the leg, on the other hand, he was a
member. A newer member but a brother none the less, they’re pretty pissed about
that.”

Cutter looked
unfazed. “Like he didn’t deserve it.”

“Regardless,”
Blaze glanced at me. “You should get lost.”

“Good thinking,” I
agreed happily, heading toward the door.

Cutter pulled me back
toward him for the second time in the last few minutes. “No, she stays.” I
tried to squirm out of his grasp but it was little use, one of his arms
probably outweighed my entire body. “What do they want?” He tossed my body back
and I stumbled onto his bed.

Wow, totally
uncalled for.

Like I was going
anywhere with the death grip he had on me.

Blaze and Snake
exchanged an uncomfortable look. “We really should be alone if we’re going to
talk business,” Snake said. “Can’t you put her in the closet or something?”

The closet? What
the hell was wrong with these guys?

Cutter slammed the
beer bottle down and it chipped into two huge chunks. “I don’t give a fuck
where you think we should talk about business, I’m telling you to tell me what
the fuck they said.”

The fear that was
missing moments ago suddenly reappeared when I saw how pissed off Cutter was. I
snapped my mouth shut, knowing better than to make any more smartass comments
when he was already on edge.

It was kind of
comforting to see his emotions running so high. He had seemed way too calm to
me for someone who had just killed someone. Seeing him this way reminded me he
was human.

Snake ran his
hands in and out of his beard. It was long enough to hit his chin and looked
messy and dirty. “Suit yourself. They already have the feds on them for that
little murder they pulled off last month at the docs, they aren’t looking to
attract any more unwanted attention on them and seeing as how Fire wasn’t a
real member… they’re willing to let it go.”

“Oh, thank God.” I
shot up from the bed, feeling relieved. “Well, then, if there’s nothing else
I’ll just be on my way now that that’s all sorted out.” I made it one inch
before Cutter shoved me back down again.

“We parade their
boy through the streets like a roasted pig and they’re willing to ‘let it go’,
huh?” He tightens his grip on my wrist. “What’s the catch?”

“Well, there are a
few minor conditions, of course. Nothing unreasonable.” Snake threw his
cigarette on the floor and stomped on it. A huge burn hole emerged from the
carpet. No concern for other people’s property. “Just a few technical things.”

Cutter released
me. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

Blaze ran his hand
through his dark hair and his deep eyes darted around the room a few times.
“They want the body so they can give him a proper burial, the guys got a family
after all.”

Good luck burying
him in the condition he was in.

Cutter huffed.
“Suddenly The Misfits care about family values?”

“There is one
other tiny thing…” Blaze looked at Snake.

“What?”

Silence.

“WHAT?” Cutter
demanded again.

“They want the
girl,” Snake admitted. “They want us to deliver her to them before sunrise
tomorrow.” He lit up another cigarette like the fact that he was making
negotiations about my life was a casual thing.

I jumped up.
“WHAT? What girl?”

Blaze, at least,
had the decency to look a little sorry for me; Snake just smirked like I was an
idiot. I glanced at Cutter, fear taking over my body. I knew that I should be
used to high stakes. I chose to work for these men after all but none of them
had ever wanted me for property before.

“What do they want
with me?” I demanded.

“Apparently, they
blame you for what happened.” Blaze was talking to me but his eyes were on
Cutter. “They want to mark you as official Misfit property.”

“YOU CAN’T!” I
felt lost and frantic. “You can’t give me to them!”

“Cutter?” Blaze
asked.

Cutter had turned
away from us, his gaze locked on the city whirling around below the window. You
could still hear the screams and cheers of his fellow brothers celebrating
their recent addition to their death toll.

“And if we don’t
agree?”

“If we don’t
agree!” I threw my hands up in the air. “I can’t believe you’re even
considering this! Why did you even save me in the first place, then?”

Cutter spun
around, his face emotionless.

“SAY SOMETHING!” I
demanded but he didn’t. I looked at the three of them, surveying the distance
between them and the door. I wouldn’t make it, they would grab me before I was
anywhere near it.

“If we don’t
agree?” He asked again, his eyes were locked on my face.

Blaze took a step
toward his brother. “If we don’t they will come for her anyway and bring their
army on ours full force. They made it clear it’s not a negotiation… the girl is
a deal breaker.”

“The girl has a
name!” I moved closer to Cutter before Blaze could block his body from mine any
further. “You can’t! You can’t do this! Cutter?” He looked lost, not concerned.
“CUTTER?”

“Hey,” Snake
snapped. “Shut up before I shut you up.”

“You know what
they’re going to do to me, right?” I slammed my hand into his chest. “You might
as well of let them rape me! That would have been better than whatever the hell
they’re going to do to me!” I balled my fingers up and pushed him as hard as I
could.

Blaze made a move
toward us but Cutter shook his head, holding him back. It was pointless anyway;
even with all my strength, Cutter had barely moved an inch.

Tears stung my
eyes but I pushed them back. No way was I going to give them the satisfaction
of seeing me cry. I cursed myself for getting involved in this type of thing to
begin with. Yeah, I really needed the money but how naïve was it to think that
getting involved with the Red Sin meant they would protect me?

“You should have
just let them kill me,” I mumbled, backing away.

It was stupid but
I felt like I needed to make an attempt anyway. If I didn’t, at least, try to
save my life I would regret it later on. So, I waited for a fraction of a
second and then I dodged for the door.

Snake had me by
the back of the hair within seconds, pulling me so hard back that I let out a
high-pitched scream without even realizing it. He let go of my head and pushed
me backward too hard.

I stumped over my
own feet and started to crash down but Cutter caught me by the back of the arms
before I could land on my ass. “That was foolish,” Cutter whispered in my ear.

He sounded all
husky and deep and I felt hot electricity spring up between my legs. It caused
my knees to buckle all over again and he had to catch me again.