Owned by the Outlaw (3 page)

Tuck nodded, and just like that there was no more
talk about Molly, or Malice’s arrogant and stubborn ass.

“Come on, you need to sleep this off.” Malice took
hold of Tuck’s arm and helped him out of the kitchen and to one of the spare
rooms. He left Tuck alone and headed back down the hallway. He passed Molly’s
closed bedroom door, but kept his ass moving away. Yeah, he had some baggage,
and he needed to deal with it, or he might very well push her away for good,
and then where the fuck would he
be
in seeing his kid?

Chapter Two

Stinger pulled his Harley to a stop beside the other
bikes of the Grizzly MC. They were meeting The Brothers of Menace at the
property they had talked about a week ago, the one that was a possibility of
being a place the battered women The Brothers had taken in could heal and
recuperate. This was a hefty cost to help a bunch of females that Lucien and
his crew had no claim over, and an expense they wouldn’t be getting reimbursed,
but Stinger had a feeling Lucien was going to offer work to the females. Maybe
he wouldn’t have them sleep with high profile johns, but he would have them
doing something that would help bring in revenue to The Brothers MC:
bookkeeping, cooking, cleaning, or some other domestic duty. The MC may be
hardcore, but they were fair. They didn’t force anything on women and had gone
out of their way to go to Denver to help the females … just because.

The Grizzlies all cut their engines, and Stinger
stared at the debilitated house and barn on the property. It would need a
fuckload
of work to make it even livable, and Stinger had a
feeling the Grizzly MC would be having a hand in helping with the work. They
all dismounted and stood by their bikes for several minutes. It was another
cold day, but with fall creeping up on them it would get colder yet. The sound
of Harleys approaching had them turning and watching as The Brothers of Menace
ascended the narrow strip of dirt road. They parked on the other side of the
Grizzlies’ bikes, and cut their engines.

For humans they have a scent of danger and violence
that surrounded them. It had been the first thing Stinger had smelled when they
had first come to the clubhouse and put the offer on the table to use Steel
Corner’s streets to transport their females. A shifter might be physically
stronger than a human any day of the week, but there was something dark and
deadly about these human males, and something that piqued Stinger’s interest
for violence. It would be an interesting night to watch some of Lucien’s crew
come to the barn for a little human-on-human bare-knuckle fighting. Since they
agreed to fight for the underground, Sticks was setting shit up for it to be an
all-out bloody night. It wouldn’t be like the shifter fights that were held at
one of the buildings the Grizzly MC owned. Although a shifter and human going
head-to-head would certainly be one hell of a fight, Stinger knew Jagger and
Sticks wouldn’t go for it. There was plenty of blood and gore to go around when
shifters fought each other. Stinger was holding out that one of these days he’d
see a fight with both humans against shifters going at each other’s throats.

Lucien turned and said something to his VP, Kink,
and then something to his Sergeant at Arms, Malice. The sight of that dark
haired human had all kinds of images moving through Stinger. For one thing, the
picture of Molly slammed into his head. It had been a week since he had seen
her at that warehouse, and it had been seven days of him not being able to get
her out of his head. As soon as he saw her with a mop of red hair piled atop
her head and that curvy fucking body putting all kinds of fucked up images in
his head—ones that should make him feel like a vile bastard—she was all he
could think of. He didn’t know what it was about her but his bear had risen up
violently, clawed him from the inside out to escape its human prison and go to
her. It had been at that moment that he had wanted to claim her so powerfully
no one could deny that she was his, and those thoughts were dangerous for them
both. At least Dallas had been the reasonable one to hold his crazy ass back
when he had actually gone to her. He couldn’t have helped it though, not when
he saw how angry she had been speaking to Malice. Stinger didn’t know their
history but he didn’t need to be a shifter to know they had a past.

Lucien faced the Grizzlies and pulled off his
sunglasses. He made his way toward them, and stopped when Jagger met him
halfway. They clapped each other on the back in a brotherly fashion and then
Lucien addressed the rest of them. “Thanks for heading out here and taking a
look at this property.”

There was a murmur of grunts from the Grizzlies.

“The club has just invested in this piece of
property.” Lucien turned and faced the buildings. “Clearly it needs a lot of
work, but I’ve already contacted some contractors and had the material ordered
at wholesale.”

“This is a long process, man. It’s going to take a
lot of manpower and although the Grizzlies are more than willing to help it’s
going to take more than
 
a little over a
dozen men to get this done quickly,” Jagger said.

Lucien was still staring at the two structures, but
he nodded. “I have some Nomads coming in from a few states to help out. Of
course they’re passing through anyway, but they have offered to get this done.”
Lucien turned around and looked at each of them. He didn’t say anything for a
few seconds as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a cigarette.
Stinger could smell the black clove smoke right away, and as soon as Lucien lit
the end the sweet scent intensified.

“What’s your plan for the females?” Diesel took a
step forward and stood beside Jagger.

Lucien inhaled a few times from his clove cigarette,
flicked the ash to the side, and grinned. “Why do you care?” The Brothers’
President may be smiling, but it wasn’t a humorous one. It had a bite to it,
and his words were clipped.

“I ask because I want to make sure those females
aren’t fucked over any more than they have been,” Diesel gritted out, and
Stinger sensed his VP’s bear rising.

A few of Lucien’s men took a step forward but Lucien
held up his hand to stop them. He stared right at Diesel and took a step
forward. He was a courageous motherfucker, as the human had to sense the animal
prowling inside of Diesel. “If I wanted those females hurt I would have left
them with that lowlife piece of shit pimp that was beating them.” Lucien took
an angry inhale from his clove until there wasn’t much of it left. He flicked
the butt aside and exhaled the smoke that was left in his lungs. “These women
are under The Brothers of Menace’s protection, and if you knew anything about
us you’d know we don’t take that shit lightly.” Lucien’s face was hard and
unyielding.

“Yeah, we know, but wanted to make sure.” Jagger’s
voice was just as unyielding.

The sound of a phone going off had Stinger looking
over at Malice. The male wasn’t too far away from him, and so when he answered
Stinger could hear Molly’s voice come through like a punch to his gut. Fuck,
what was it about the female that had him feeling so uneasy? He knew the other
Grizzlies had found their old ladies, and it was only he and Drevin who were
left as the odd males out. But despite that Stinger had never given two shits
about not claiming a woman for
himself
until he had
seen Molly. He had always been content fucking club pussy because it was
convenient and always willing. But Molly wasn’t anything like the Grizzly MC
club whores. She was strong in the regard that she didn’t feel the need to give
up her body because she thought it would please a bunch of outlaw bikers. And
she was so fucking smart. He had watched her that night he escorted the females
to The Brothers’ cabin. The way she tended to their wounds, explained the
healing process, and just talked to them proved she was a female of worth.

Malice spoke softly into the phone, and although
Stinger knew there had been something between the biker and Molly, there was
clearly no doubt about that now, especially when Malice started talking about a
little boy named Dakota. Yeah, he was listening in on the conversations, and as
douche-baggy as that was, he couldn’t bring himself to turn away from the soft
melodic tone of Molly’s voice.

“I told you that I’d come to Brighton to get
Dakota.” A beat of silence passed after Malice spoke. “It makes no sense you
coming all the way up here. That’s a fucking five hour drive if there isn’t any
traffic.” Malice ran his hands through his unbound hair and
sighed
an expletive.
“Whatever, Molly.
Do whatever the fuck
you want. You do that anyways. Yeah … okay … bye.” Malice hung up, stared at
the ground for a few seconds, and then finally turned around. His and Stinger’s
gazes clashed, and Malice narrowed his eyes.

Stinger smirked. He didn’t know why he had done
that, didn’t really fucking care if it pissed the biker off. In fact, he was
glad Malice was annoyed with him. But the jealousy that Stinger felt over the
biker was unjust and out of place. Molly wasn’t his, wouldn’t be his, and he
needed to just back away from that whole situation. But the need for her was
strong, like this living entity pumping through his veins and stealing all
common sense of what he should and shouldn’t do. If she had once been Malice’s
old lady, it was clear the man was still hung up on her, and the fact they had
a kid together would already have the possessive human even more territorial of
her.

“You got something on your mind, brother?” Malice
took a step forward at the same time he ground out those words. This asshole
must have bigger balls than Lucien when it came to confronting a shifter.
Before Stinger could answer Malice was speaking again. “
You listening
to my conversation?”

Stinger rolled his head on his neck at the sound of
those words. The scent of possessiveness came from Malice like a sledgehammer
right to Stinger’s gut. He bared his teeth, not sure why he was feeling this
irrational rage burning brightly inside of him. He opened his mouth to tell
Malice he didn’t have an old lady, not knowing exactly what he was going to say
because right now he felt out of his fucking element, but at the last minute he
snapped his mouth closed.
This isn’t your
place. Keep your fucking mouth shut, just back away from this and go on with
your business.

“You guys better not be about to lay down shit right
here.” Jagger stepped between him and Malice.

Lucien started chuckling, and they all glanced at
him. “These boys just need a good fuck or fight.” He tipped his chin toward the
house. “Cut the shit, Malice. You can fuck a few club whores later tonight.”

“I have Dakota later tonight.” Malice was still
staring at Stinger, but finally turned toward his President. “Let’s get this
shit finished. I got a fight to handle so I can go see my kid.” He stalked
toward Lucien, and that seemed to have everyone else snapping to attention.

They made their way toward the house first, did a
sweep through, and decided the whole damn place needed to be torn down and
built from the ground up. The barn wasn’t much better, and although it wasn’t
the grand size as the barn on the Grizzlies property where the underground
fights were held, it was big enough for what Lucien had planned for it.

“I want this to be the where my guys stay to keep an
eye on the girls. One will always be in the house with them, but I want more
than one on the property at all times.”

“You plan on keeping your pussy here?” Stinger
asked, because, well, he wanted to know what Lucien planned on doing with all
that high-class pussy he sold to politicians and men on the police force.

Lucien was smiling, but didn’t answer right away.
They all went back outside and stopped at their bikes. Lucien turned and stared
at Stinger. “As a matter of fact, yeah, that is exactly what I have plans for.
And when these women are healed and aren’t afraid that if they decide to go
back to Denver they will get their ass beat again by some cracked out fucker,
they will know they have a place here.”

That sounded all well and good, but nothing in this
world was for free. Stinger stared at him, not about to point that out, because
every one of these men knew that was the case.

“I’m going to have my guys bring the supplies up in
the next couple of days. The Brothers of Menace Nomads will be up by then. I’d
like to get this shit started next week.
That good with you
guys?”

“Yeah, but we got our own shit during the evenings
with the fights.”

Lucien nodded at Jagger’s words. “We won’t interfere
with your obligations, and The Brothers are thankful as fuck for all the help
the Grizzlies have thrown our way.” He held out his hand for Jagger, and they
shook. “My men will be there any night you need them for those fights.”

“Good, that’s good.” Jagger let go of Lucien’s hand,
and The Brothers turned to head over to their bikes. They were going to the
barn to participate in some of the underground fighting, and the violence and
aggression were thick in the air.

Stinger didn’t miss the way Malice looked over his
shoulder and stared him down. Yeah, this wouldn’t be the last time there would
be this tension between the two of them. Even though Stinger should back off
and do his thing, he also knew that whatever was pulling him toward Molly
wouldn’t be easily pushed to the side. Shit would go down, blood would be shed,
and Stinger would have to decide if he would be the one fucking someone up, or
if he’d allow himself to be beaten to the ground.