OWNED: BLAZING DEVILS MC (11 page)

I detangled myself
from him and pushed him off me. “Don’t touch me!”

Anger flashed
through his features. “I don’t have time to deal with you acting like a child
right now.” He turned around and started digging through a drawer next to the
bed. “You clearly can’t act like an adult so I won't be able to treat you like
one.”

He emerged a
second later with a huge roll of rope.

My eyes grew wide.
Why the hell did he have a thing of rope on hand?

“You’re going to
tie me up then drop me off to them?” I gasped.

Blaze and Snake
chuckled but Cutter just rolled his eyes. “Get on the bed.”

I shook my head.

“Get on the bed,
Grace.” Cutter wasn’t asking me, he was telling me.

“No!”

Cutter moved
closer to me. “Really? You’re going to make me do this the hard way?” He
grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me closer to him before I had a chance to
answer.

I tried not to get
turned on at his touch. Ugh, I swear he was like a walking sex machine. As soon
as he touched you all you could think about was getting all sweaty while he
made you scream his name.

It was
infuriating.

He was the last
person in the world I wanted to be turned on by.

Snake moved closer
to me but again Cutter waved him off. “No, I got her.” Snake looked unsure but backed
away anyway, letting Cutter continue to detain me on his own.

He pushed me down
onto the bed and buckled my hands over my head, dragging me further toward the
headboard. God, he smelled so good and his breath smelt like mint and sex. I
imagined what it would be like to have him climbing on top of me naked, holding
me in place while he made love to me.

I tried to push
down the flush I felt come over my face.

“Stop! No!
Please!” I risked looking up into his brooding eyes and immediately regretted
it when I got lost in them. “You don’t have to do this! I’ll be good! I
promise!”

Cutter snapped my
wrists to the top of the wooden frame. “It’s too late for that.” He looped the
rope in and out around my wrists. “You can’t control yourself.”

“I can! I can control
myself! I’ll be good!”

“You were already
told to be good.”

“No, I wasn’t!”

My other wrist got
wrapped up tight.

“Is it wrong that
this whole thing is turning me on?” Snake asked.

No, that made two
of us.

“Yes,” I say out
loud instead.

Cutter stood up
and moved down to my legs, pulling them apart and looping more black rope
around them. “Just relax, you need to just calm down for a while.”

Tying someone up
isn’t a good way to calm
them
down!

“LET ME GO! NOW!”
I started kicking and screaming in every direction. Begging and trying to be
reasonable with him clearly wasn’t going to work, maybe if he saw how crazy I
felt he would think I’d really lost it and let me go.

It had the
opposite effect.

“See, this is why
you need some alone time.”

“Some alone time
TIED UP?”

Cutter climbed off
the bed and grabbed a gun out of the drawer next to the bed, sticking it into
the waistband of his jeans. “I’ll be back soon.” Then he paused. “Don’t you go
anywhere now.”

His brothers
laughed and I kicked the bottom of the bed too hard, sending a pain shooting up
my leg. Good to know he was still keeping his sense of humor through all this.

“LET ME GO!” I
screamed. “I’m going to scream so loud someone will call the cops!”

Snake laughed. “In
this neighborhood? No one's going to call the cops.”

They pile out the
door one by one. Cutter stopped and looked at me one last time before he left.
His features looked worried, deep in thought and consumed by whatever
realizations he was coming to in his own heavy mind.

“Be good.”

And then he
slammed the door and left me all alone, defeated.  

Chapter Six

CUTTER

I threw my fist
through the wall outside of one of the rooms on top of the bar, letting some of
the anger flowing through my bones out on the drywall. What hadn’t I just left her
there? Yeah, they were in Blaze’s dad's bar and I knew she messed with some of
my brothers but still; I didn’t have to stop and help her.

Shit had nothing
to do with me.

And now look what
I had gotten us into.

A full on war
unless I handed her over to them to rape and torture for as long as they deemed
fit, she would be their prisoner for years before she was eventually murdered.

“Cutter,” Blaze
pulled me away from the wall. “Get a grip. We don’t have time for this. We need
to figure out how we’re going to handle this and fast.” He slapped my on the
back of my head and focused my vision on him. “How do you want to play it?”

Blaze wasn’t
stupid; he had known me too long.

He knew.

He knew I didn’t
want to give up the damn girl.

And he was right.

I couldn’t put my
finger on why exactly but I didn’t want to hand her over to them. I glanced at
the door we had just emerged from. I didn’t want her going anywhere. I wanted
her to stay right there… tied up on the bed I was calling mine for the night.

“How do you want
to play it?” Snake looked shocked. “There is no how do you want to play it. We
give them the fucking girl. Are you joking?” He took a few steps closer to us.
“It’s not even a question. We don’t even know anything about this bitch and you
want to risk all the brothers for what?”

I spun around.
“I’d watch how you talk to me if I were you.”

Snake rolled his
eyes but took a step back anyway.

Blaze stepped
between us. “Look, tempers are high. Everyone’s a little worked up right now,
which is why The Misfits only gave us until dawn to figure this out. They don’t
want you to have time to think about it.”

He was right.
Blaze was always right. Most people didn’t believe that he was part of an MC at
all. Not ruthless enough. But they underestimated him. I’d seen him do what he
had to when the time came.

“I don’t want to
give up the girl,” I decided. “She’s mine.”

Snake threw his
hands up in the air. “Are you joking? She's yours? You just met the bitch!” He
pulled on his beard in frustration. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

I pushed Blaze out
of the way and yanked Snake toward me, pushing my nose against his. “Challenge
me again. Go ahead. Do it. I want you too.” Snake looked back at me. I could
tell he wanted to say something, wanted to tell me I’d lost it but he knew
better. I had a way of accidently letting my gun off on someone when they
challenged me.

Blaze tried to
pull me backward but when I didn’t budge he settled on pulling Snake away
instead. Snake was always trying to challenge me, always trying to act like he
knew what was right. I would be bitter if a guy half my age had taken the spot
as vice president over me, too.

But I couldn’t let
that bother me.

I couldn’t let
that affect the way I treated him or before you knew it you were doing that with
everyone and they thought they were in charge when I was the one who ran the
day to day and made the tough choices.

The choices no one
else wanted to have to make.

And I didn’t want
to give the girl up.
 

I just didn’t.

And I knew myself
well enough to know that wasn’t going to change.

Snake mumbled
something to Blaze and Blaze shook his head.

I was a little
sick and tired of this.

I had made my
choice.

“Snakes right,” a
voice behind me said. “The girl needs to go.”

The three of us
swung around.

I immediately felt
Blaze and Snake stand up straighter.

“Hello, Son.”

I gulped. “Hi,
dad.”

***

GRACE

I pulled on the
ropes for about the one millionth time, trying to get at least one of my hands
free so that I could squeeze the other one out and make a run for it.

It was no use,
though.

Just like the
times before nothing happened, the knots aren’t anywhere near looser. If
anything, they seem to be growing tighter. How could I have been stupid enough
to get myself into something like this?

The door handle
jiggled and my heart leaped in my chest.

He was back.

But Cutter doesn’t
come into the room, instead, a small girl with dark hair and tan skin does. She
shut the door behind her, not fully paying attention to anything besides
whoever she was texting on her phone.

She took a few
steps toward the bed and looked up.

And then she let
out a high-pitched scream.

“HELP ME!” I shook
my hands back and forth. “Please!”

The girl looked
startled. She was about the size of my pinky. She opened her mouth then snapped
it back shut again. She looked down at her phone and started typing in a
number.

“No!” I begged.
“Please! Don’t call the cops! Just let me go!”

The girl ignored
me, bringing the phone to her ear and bouncing back and forth uncomfortably.
“Come on, pick up.” After a few seconds, she let out an annoyed sigh and
clicked the end button. “Damn it, Cutter,” she mumbled to herself before
letting her eyes rest back on me.

The little hope I
had escaped from my body as I realized she wasn’t going to help me. She was one
of Cutter’s girlfriends, she was there to fuck him and do whatever the hell he
said. She wasn’t going to look out for me.

“Who are you?”

I shook my legs
against the bottom of the bed. “Please untie me.”

She looked me up
and down helplessly. No doubt taking in my messy appearance. “Is this… is this
some kind of weird fetish thing you and my brother are playing around with?”

Her brother?

She was Cutter’s
little sister!

I hated the part of
me that took satisfaction in the fact that she wasn’t a girl he was messing
around with. I didn’t have a right to feel happy about that but I did anyway.

Fetish?

She thought I was
tied up like this so Cutter could do things to me?

The idea was
thrilling but not the case.

“Yes,” I lied. “We
were trying something new out but then he got a phone call and had to go handle
some business and… and the ropes are so tight.” I tried to jiggle out of them
again. “This was a mistake. I know he’s really into it but…”

The girl put her
hands over her ears. “Ugh, enough, enough!” She looked like she might puke.
“Like I want to hear about the sex games by brother likes to play.” She moved
closer to me. “I’ll untie you if you agree to stop telling me the details of
what you two do on your own time.”

I nodded
frantically. “Yes, yes, just please hurry.”

She made her way
over to me and started working her small hands around the knots. “I don’t know
why he always brings girls up here. It’s so gross; I mean Blaze is like our brother.
Who could have sex in their brother’s house?”

Something about
the way she said brother made me feel like she was trying to convince herself
more than she was trying to convince me. I was pretty sure a blush crept into
her face at the mention of his name as well. I rolled my eyes, now definitely
wasn’t the time for her to be worrying about her crush on her older brother’s
best friend.

“Hurry,” I told
her.

She looked at me
suspiciously.

“It really hurts,”
I added.

She kept working
and finally one of my hands came free. I helped her pry the other knots out and
after what felt like hours I’m able to move about freely.

Thank you, Lord.

I glanced at the
door. I needed to get out of there. But where was I going to go? I barely
remembered how we had gotten up here since I was kicking and screaming the
entire time. I was sure to get lost, not to mention Cutter and the rest of his
buddies could be just around the corner.

Or what if I
bumped into them on the way back to the room?

“Um, were you
planning on waiting for him to come back?”

“No, Yes. I mean I
don’t know.”

She laughed. “It’s
okay, my brother tends to have that effect on people.”

I bet he did.

She pushed her
long dark hair out of her face and started digging through a bag by the bed.
She pulled out a few guns and set them on the bed like it was no big deal until
she emerged with a bag of pretzels a few seconds later. “Blaze always leaves
random junk food in the room for me, he knows I have a major sweet tooth. I’m
Heather by the way.”

I didn’t miss the
way her eyes lit up when she mentioned Blaze again.

“Grace,” I told
her without thinking.

She held out the
bag of junk toward me but I shook my head. “Look, I’m not sure waiting is the
best idea. I mean, no offense, but my brother has probably already forget about
you. He kind of only has a one track mind and if the brotherhood needed him I
doubt he will be back anytime soon.”

It struck me as
odd the way she talked about her brother. Like it was no big deal that he would
leave a girl he was messing around with tied up in his room while he went off
with the club, forgetting about her completely.

But I figured she
was used to it, Cutter treating girls like dirt.

And she probably
thought I was okay with it, too. Like all the girls her brother messed around
with had an understanding that it wasn’t going to be a serious thing. That it
was going to be on his terms completely.

And they probably
did.

“Right,” I said.
“Well, it was nice meeting you.”

Her phone started
buzzing on the bed and I glanced down at the screen, seeing Cutter’s name on
the caller ID. If she picked up that phone it was game over. Even if I managed
to run out before she told him what was going on he would be back here within
seconds or one of his brothers would be.

No, I needed the
head start.

“Oh, there’s
Cutter now.” Heather reached for her phone.

I grabbed it off
the bed.

“Hey!” She looked
confused.

“I’m really
sorry,” I told her, meaning it.

“What? I…”

And then I grabbed
one of the guns off the mattress and whipped her across the head with it,
sending her flying over onto the ground and knocked out cold.

And then I ran as
fast as I could.