OWNED: BLAZING DEVILS MC (9 page)

Chapter Two

CUTTER

"Oh my God,
baby, yes. YES. YES!" The blonde leaned over the balcony and shook her ass
up and down in the air. "Your dick feels so damn good in this pussy,
baby."

I had railed this
chick all damn night and she still wanted more. Not that I was complaining but
she talked too damn much. Just let me get the fuck off and shut the hell up.
Clearly, I was dominating that pussy or she wouldn't have cum four times
already.

I dug my cock
harder into her and she gasped. "Oh, Cutter, you're bad."

Yeah, no fucking
kidding.

She talked too
damn much. I knew she wasn't a good girl when I brought her upstairs from the
bar but my options had been slim and I had been too fucking horny to go home
and jerk off alone. She didn't have the whole innocent thing going on, she had
the whole desperate thing down, though.

She opened her
chicken mouth again and I put my hand over her mouth, stopping her from saying
another word. At this point, I was never going to cum if she didn't shut the
hell up.

She moaned against
my hand, totally into what I was feeding her. I tightened my grip and plowed my
throbbing bulge deeper into her, imagining that she was a good girl who was
giving me a part of herself she rarely gave to anyone else.

The image was
enough to set me over the edge and I pulled out, exploding all over her ass
with one final thrust. When I was sucked dry, I pulled back and opened the
sliding glass door, heading back inside without waiting for her.

I grabbed my jeans
off the floor and pulled them on then threw my leather jacket over my t-shirt.
Time to get the hell out of there. Whatever her name was appeared at the back
door, giggling. "That was so great."

"Uh-huh,"
I said, even though it had been average.

She stepped inside
and grabbed her panties off the floor, pulling them up over her skinny thighs.
"So, when can I see you again?" She glanced around the room then took
her bra off a lampshade when she spotted it.

I ran my hand
through my dark hair. "You can't."

She swung around,
forgetting about her half on bra for the moment. "Excuse me?" The
eyes that were just flirty and filled with pleasure seconds ago now looked like
little slits filled with ice.

Why did they
always act so damn shocked when I told them what it was? What the hell did she
think was going to happen, that I was going to follow her up to her hotel room,
fuck the shit out of her, and then actually want to settle down with her and
start a relationship?

What a fucking
joke.

I rolled my eyes.
"Don't act all surprised, please."

"You slept
with me and you don't want to see me again?"

I smirked.
"How about a thank you for being honest?"

Her mouth hung
open and I glanced around her room, looking for my other boot. "Let's not
play this game. I could promise you I'd call when I have no intention to or we
could both just part ways and accept this night for what it was. I got to have
average sex with an MC groupie and you get to brag about being railed on your
balcony by the great Cutter Ford."

"You…"
She took a step forward and opened her mouth. But then she must have thought
better of
who
she was talking to because she snapped
it shut again and looked away from me.

She was smarter
than I thought.

The stupid ones
got mouthy with me after. That was never a good idea because the ones who got
mouthy got humiliated around town for months. I told my brothers everything,
especially when a girl went all crazy just because I wouldn't fuck her anymore.

She dropped on the
bed, defeated.

I smirked.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."

I slammed the door
shut behind me and headed back downstairs.

God, it felt good
to be bad.

Chapter Three

GRACE

I could feel Fire's
gross and long dick all hard against my ass cheeks. I tried to wiggle further
away from him but it just aided his cause, making him more excited. He hadn't
been kidding about loving the struggle.

"Get ready
for the ride of your life," Fire sneered.

More hoots and
howls followed by his brothers.

And then a shot
rang out in the bar.

It was so loud
that the glasses on the other side of the bar shook rapidly. At first, I was
sure that it was one of The Misfits trying to scare me even more but when
Fire's grip loosened on me I didn't waste any time turning around. Fire, Skull,
and the other guy looked stunned, unsure of what the hell was happening.

That made four of
us.

I followed their
gaze across the room and felt my knees buckle.

Cutter Ford.

Up until that
moment, he had always been a myth. The youngest vice president in the history
of the Red Sins, he was more often heard about than seen. I had never been this
close to him
before,
he rolled with a huge crew. A
crew that made it hard for anyone to get near him, even someone with the
connections I had.

"Ah, Fire
Shepard," Cutter's voice sounded so dark that if he hadn't just saved me
from a brutal rape I might have been just as terrified of him as I was of Fire.

Cutter took a step
toward the men, spinning the gun around his index finger by the handle so fast
that it was making me dizzy. "Do what do I owe this pleasant surprise? You
missed me so much that you just had to get down here and pay me a little
visit?"

Fire shot his
brothers a look. "Cutter, I was under the impression you were in New York
this weekend." Skull looked down at the ground, ashamed that he had
delivered false information.

"That's
because I wanted you to think that." Cutter's eyes landed on me for the
first time. He took in my torn clothes and fucked up face. "So, you
thought since I was out of town you'd come down here and have a little fun with
some of our property, is that it?"

I cringed. I hated
when they referred to me as their property because I wasn't. I said who, what,
where, and when. But I figured now probably wasn't the best time to bring that
up.

Fire shook his
head. "Nope. She made it out like she was freelance."

Cutter's dark eyes
landed on my terrified expression again. "Is that so?" He motioned for
me to move closer to him with his gun. "Grace, get over here." His
eyes weren't on me anymore but on Fire. He was begging him to challenge him,
begging him to make a move that would give him any excuse to pull that trigger
on him.

I was shocked
Cutter even knew my name, let alone had come to my rescue. He'd never even
looked at me before and we had been in the same room plenty of times in the
past.
Even if it was at a distance.

I inched away from
them slowly.

When I reached
Cutter, I pulled my panties up slowly.

So humiliating.

Cutter continued
swinging his gun around his finger. "Here's my problem, fellas, I find you
in one of my bars with one of my girls… doing unthinkable things. And I'm
supposed to just let you walk out of here with what? A warning?"

My heart skipped a
beat when he said one of my girls.

Skull glanced at
Fire. "We were just having a little fun."

Fire's fists were
clenched at his sides. You could tell he wanted to throw the first punch, to
turn this into a full on brawl but Cutter already had a gun out. And, more
importantly, walking into a bar in Red Sin territory and going after their vice
president was sure to start an all-out war between the two clubs.

Fire wasn't that
important to the Misfits.

He was sure to get
punished severely for a move like that.

Fire glanced at
me,
the evilness from his eyes was gone, now they just
looked empty. "Look…"

But before he
could get a word out Cutter cocked the gun back and fired off a shot, hitting
Skull right in the middle of his leg. It wasn't intended to be a kill shot,
just to send a message.

I gasped and
looked away. I had never seen so much blood in my life.

Skull dropped to
the ground, clutching his leg and crying out.

Fire reached for
the side of his coat and Cutter jiggled his gun in midair. "I wouldn't do
that if I were you." Fire paused then, thinking better of it, and pulled
his hand back up.

"What the
fuck," Skull cried from the ground. "My leg!"

"Just a
little reminder," Cutter called out. "That the next time a woman is
screaming like that, she isn't having any fucking fun." He looked back up
at Fire. "Now get the fuck out of here, you're lucky I'm in a good mood or
I'd take you out in a plastic bag."

The third guy
grabbed Snake by the arm and started to help him wobble out. Fire waited until
they were at the door before he slowly followed. He didn't say a word the
entire time, didn't even look at Cutter again until he reached the door.

He stopped and
looked back, shaking his head. "Jesus, Cutter, she must be giving it to
you really dirty. I've never seen anyone get so worked up over a whore
before."

The screen swung
shut and Cutter charged after him.

"No," I
called out, desperate. "Let him go!" I grabbed Cutter by the arm,
wrapping my hand around his muscular arm. Even through his jacket, you could
tell how ripped he was. "He's not worth it."

Cutter's eyes
locked on
me and rage
overcame him. "Have you
lost your mind?" He pulled out of my grasp and kept moving toward the door
before disappearing out onto the street.

"Cutter!
Wait!" I ran after him but by the time I reached the doorway of the bar he
was already half way down the street. Fire had been running but it didn't
matter, Cutter had caught up to him effortlessly and now he had him by the
collar of his jacket.

I wanted to chase after
them, to do something. But I felt powerless; this was beyond anything I was
allowed to be involved in. I wasn't worried about Fire, I could care less if he
got the crap beat out of him but the war that Cutter would be starting… did he
even realize how bloody things would get?

And
all for what?
Me? I was hardly worth it.

They were right. I
was just a whore in their world.

"Cutter…"
I called out, helpless. Tears stung my eyes as Cutter punched Fire in the face over
and over again. Even from halfway down the block, I could see the blood and
hear the screams.

Cutter was in a
fit of rage, completely checked out of his own body. He was totally unaware of
anything going on around him, too consumed by his thirst for blood and pain.
Each time his fists sprung up then back down on Fire his eyes grew darker.

A crowd had
started to form around them now. Sounds of approval echoed in and out of the
streets around us. This was Red Sin territory, which meant the brothers were
all too happy to find one of the most powerful members of their clan beating
the shit out of a rival MC member.

After a while
someone pulled Cutter off the barely alive body, shoving him backward through
the crowd and standing him up straight. It looked like Blaze, a fellow
committee member, who was trying to calm Cutter down.

He mumbled
something to him and tried to push him back toward the bar but Cutter just
shook his head, the message clear. He wanted to stay until the end, he wanted
to watch Fire die.

The group of
brothers that were watching the show closed in on Fire now, taking turns
stomping his head into the pavement while he cried out, begging for his life
with the little amount of energy he had left.

But it was of no
use.

The brother's
didn't let up and a few minutes later Fire let out one final yelp, like an
animal that was being slain horrifically.
A few more stomps
and then the brother's backed away, leaving his twisted and bloody body laying
in the middle of the sidewalk.

He was dead.

And the
brotherhood was overjoyed.

Chapter Four
              

CUTTER

The piece of shit
looked like a bloody pretzel, twisted into a knot in the middle of the
sidewalk. He was dead, dead as a fucking doornail. I couldn’t believe I’d even
considered letting him walk out of there in the first place. I had wanted to
spare a bloody encounter in front of the girl, which made no sense at all.

I didn’t even know
her.

I swung around and
glanced back toward the bar. She stood in the doorway, a horrified look on her
face. Great, I hope I wouldn’t have to worry about her opening her damn mouth
to the cops. This shouldn’t be so shocking to
her,
she
chose to hang around with us. What the hell kind of shit did she think we were
into?

I shook my head. I
should have stopped that whole arrangement a long time ago. The only reason I
hadn’t
was
because most of the time it worked in our
favor.

But I knew having
a girl involved with any of the brothers as more than just a fuck buddy would
blow up in my face eventually. And eventually had come early.

If they were going
to pay her they might as well get sex from her like the rest of the whore's
they brought around.

Hell, for all I
knew Grace was fucking them.

Wouldn't be the
first time a whore was shared among the brothers.

What was the
point?

That was why I
never planned on settling down.

I sure as hell
didn’t plan on paying for no pussy, either.

I never got why
the brothers paid for what they could get free.

Blaze walked with
me back toward the bar his father owned. “You alright, man?” He patted me on
the shoulder. “Just breathe, man, you’re so worked up you’re shaking.”

I’d known Blaze
since we were kids. He could be just as heartless as me but he had a soft spot
with me that he had with no one else. I think because he considered me blood
even before the Red Sin.

I could hear the
brother’s behind me, singing our anthem while they carried Fire’s body over
their heads and back toward the bar. They wanted to have a roast in my honor.

“I’m good,” I told
him, brushing it off.

“What the hell
happened?”

I shrugged. “I
came downstairs and they were raping some girl in the middle of our bar.” I
looked toward the door again but Grace was gone. “It was that girl some of the
lower members always hang around with.”

Blaze looked
confused. “You killed him over some girl?”

“No,” I snapped.
“I killed him because he was disrespecting me and our entire brotherhood. They
aren’t going to come into your father’s bar and rape one of our girls and get
away with it.”

Blaze held his
hands up. “Whoa, I’m not giving you a hard time.”

A pack of our
brothers flew by us and into the bar, the body held high over their heads. A
few of them patted me on the shoulder as they passed, congratulating me.
Normally I would have been right there with them but my mind was still on the
girl. “I hope she’s still not in there.”

“You just left
her?” Blaze sounded surprised.

“He was running
away, I couldn’t exactly stop to walk her the fuck home, now could I?” Blaze
swung the door open and I followed him inside, my eyes looking for her right
away.

“There,” Blaze
said and I followed his gaze to the other side of the room.

“Shit.” Grace sat
there; looking stunned and scared out of her mind. She looked over at me like
she was mentally aware of my presence. I looked away. I really wasn’t in the
mood to babysit the girl I had just saved. She hadn’t even seemed thankful.
What the hell was that about?

“You gonna talk to
her?”

I looked at my
brothers. They had thrown the body in the middle of the bar and were cheering
and laughing as they smashed beer bottles on it and drenched it with spit and
urine.

Grace looked on in
horror.

Shouldn’t she be
leaving soon?

“Nope.” I threw my
hand over his shoulder. “I’m going to enjoy my brothers.”

Blaze grinned then
paused. “You think she’ll call the cops?”

I shook my head.
“No way, she’s too scared.”

Blaze pulled me
closer to the bar. “CUTTER TORE THIS MISFIT THE FUCK UP!”

Cheers erupted and
everyone started chanting my name.

I laughed, downing
the drinks that were shoved in my hands and enjoying the praise I was getting
for putting one of our enemies in the ground. I’m not sure how much time passed
before I looked up again and realized that she was still there.

Could have been
ten minutes or forty but either way when I did I felt furious. She wasn’t
alone. Ace Mitchell was leaning down next to her, his hands on her shoulder
while they talked in low voices.

What the fuck was
this?

I had been the one
who busted in and saved her. I had been the one who took on three heavily armed
men all by myself so they wouldn’t tear her body to shreds and how did she
repay me? By flirting with Ace in front of my entire crew?

What the fuck did
she think she was going to do? Go and suck his dick now? Was that it? It was
all business as usual to her? I shoved the bar stool next to me out of the way
and pushed a few of the probation guys out of my way.

I grabbed Ace by
the back of the shirt and hurled him upright. “What the fuck do you think
you’re doing?” Ace turned around to face me, a startled expression on his face.

“I’m talking to
Grace,” Ace said slowly.

“She doesn’t want
to talk to you anymore, get lost,” I growled.

Ace looked from
Grace to me, not sure what the heck was happening but he had only been an official
member for a few years and he knew better than to question me so he turned
around and shuffled off.

“Are you trying to
disrespect me?” I demanded.

Grace shook her
head. “What? No… I… we were just talking.”

I took a sip out
of my beer and shrugged. “Didn’t look like just talking to me. Not that I care,
but this is a celebration, and you guys sitting over her all sad and mopey kind
of kills the vibe for me, you know?”

She stood up and
crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, well, I’m so sorry that I’m interrupting
your celebration. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of how happy you are about
just killing a man.”

“I don’t accept
your apology at all.” I threw the empty beer bottle on the floor and it smashed
into a bunch of pieces. “And may I remind you, that man was beating the shit
out of you moments before and trying to fuck you on the back of our bar… or
have you already forgotten?”

“Of course, I
haven’t forgotten!”

“Well, then a
thank you would be polite.”

She looked at me
like I was nuts. “You didn’t even come to check on me when you got back here,
Ace was the only one who even acted like I existed!” She moved her hands and I
forced my eyes to not drift down to her heavy boobs.

“Why should I come
and check on you? I don’t even know you. You aren’t my girl,” I told her,
pointing out the obvious. “I don’t owe you shit, it’s enough that I saved your
damn life. I could have just kept walking, minded my own business.”

“Then why should I
owe you a thank you?”

“Because it’s
polite.”

“It’s polite to
check on someone who was just smacked around, too.” She shook her head. “If you
were a gentleman at all you would have, like the way Ace did. And he didn’t
even witness it.”

“Jesus, will you
shut the fuck up about Ace? Why don’t you go suck his damn dick if you’re so
obsessed with him? He’s not married, he’s fair game, I’m sure you two would be
very happy together.”

“That’s not what I
meant,” she whispered.

I’m not sure why
the thought of her and Ace suddenly pissed me off so much but it did. If she
should be desperate to go home with anyone tonight, it should be me. I was the
one who had killed a man over her.

Clearly that meant
nothing to her.

“I think it is
what you meant.”

“Well, it’s not,”
she snapped.

I was getting a
little sick of her tone. I motioned toward the other side of the room, calling
a few senior members to my aid. Grace rolled her eyes, not taking me seriously.

“Take her
upstairs.”

Her dark eyes grew
wide. “What? No, I…”

My brothers
grabbed her, knowing better than to question what I wanted with her. She
twisted in their grip, cursing me up and down with anger as they carried her
away and toward the stairs.

“Don’t curse, it’s
not ladylike,” I called out.

She flipped me off
and shook her fist in the air.

I laughed loudly.

God, she was
infuriating.