Pearl's Blaze (Devil's Iron MC #2) (3 page)

Chapter 5- Markus

Pearl looks so completely exhausted and I have a hard time turning away from her. I wish she would have let me in to soothe her and put her mind at ease if only for a little while. She doesn’t know that I have been up in Milwaukee as frequently as possible the last few weeks. I have even been taking the majority of the night shifts away from Doc and Trip to watch over her and the girls. If she won’t see or talk to me this is the only way I can feel close to her.

The last few nights I have even snuck into the house while they were all sleeping to watch her. I cannot stop myself even though I feel like a real creep doing it, but I am only able to talk myself out of it for a few minutes before I find myself walking from the truck to her back door. Thankfully I had Trip make copies of the keys when he had them before she had stopped asking them into dinner.

I wish that we could find those fuckers so she would be safe. Maybe that would help with some of her uneasiness. The sooner she starts to feel at ease with herself and this fucked up situation the sooner I will be able to claim her and make her mine.

Going back to work today was a bad idea but, she’s so independent that she didn’t listen to the doctors when they told her to wait. I have been keeping tabs on her psychologist appointments and have even been able to place a few bribes to know exactly how she is doing. The doctor says she is doing extremely well for someone who has survived such a traumatic experience but, she still has a long road ahead of her.

I am not sure how much more space I can give her. Each time I see her I want to take her, claim her, fuck her, have her kneeling at my feet, and bury my cock so deep inside her that she will never question who she belongs to again. I know that she needs to heal and I will give her time, but it is not fucking easy.

When I haven’t been up here watching over Pearl and the girls I have had my mind on her. The subs at the Dungeon as well as the whores at the clubhouse have started to talk and it has gotten back to me. They think that I have not been sampling their wares because I caught something. Not that I fucking care but, really they should know I run the cleanest of clubs- in both senses of the word. I have never taken anyone without a condom, well except Pearl that night those months ago. It is what I have been thinking about when I have taken myself in hand over all these weeks.

I cannot stop thinking about her even when the club and the Dungeon are on the edge of losing money for the first time since I took over as Prez. I need to figure out what the next steps should be. Tracking Layla and those other fucks down is on the top of that list then punishing them will not be any quick process. Then finally being able to move on with my claiming of Pearl whether she is ready or not.

There has been no sign of Layla, her brother, or that other stupid prick that fucking raped and assaulted Pearl that night. I have had every man looking for them and still there has been nothing. Doc suggested using Pearl as bait to get them to come out of hiding and that was quickly voted down at Church last week. The brothers have all really rallied around her and are doing whatever they can to help support her, the girls, and the hunt for these fuckers.

There have been only a few sightings of Tank but, they were always after the fact, he is in the wind. He needs to hear the truth of how he overreacted, tore Pearl’s heart out, and even how he left her to be raped and brutalized. I have calls out to our club chapters across the country to report in when he stops but, who knows when that will be.

Chapter 6- Pearl

After a week more of being followed by someone constantly, and not talking with Markus I am fucking done. I am still scratching with the need to feel something so I plot a small escape from my confines. I will have Madge and Stella come over with the babysitter (Stella’s oldest daughter) and then we can sneak out to have a fun night. I am not sure if they will find the Dungeon to be a fun Friday night but, I need to feel free for at least a little while. So, I make the calls and get everything set up for Friday night.

When the women arrive they park their vehicle out front. As the babysitter checks in on the girls I finish up with my makeup and hair and check to make sure that my watcher is still out front- which of course he is.

We head towards the back door of the house and slowly creep towards where my SUV is parked in the garage, which is not visible from where Trip is parked. As we get into the car I check to make sure that we have not been spotted by Trip and I am relieved to see that he has not moved from his position on the street. I start up the SUV and head straight down the alley to the freeway.

Forty-five minutes into our drive my cell phone starts ringing. When I glance down to answer it I do not recognize the number so I send the call straight to voicemail. This happens about three more times in twenty minutes before the number that is calling me is one that is etched into my memory.

“What?” is all I say as I answer the call that is coming in.

“Where the fuck are you, Pet?” is all that I hear come through the phone as I hang up on Markus.

“Fuck!”

Stella leans over and grabs her phone off of the seat and lets me know that her daughter has called a few times and she is going to call her back. What I gather form the context of her call is that Trip came to the door of the house and was very persistent in seeing me. When Stella’s daughter told him I was out he quickly called Markus who happened to be in Milwaukee and was over at the house within 10 minutes giving her poor daughter the third degree.

As my phone starts to ring again I take a deep breath as I again answer to the latest man to cause my heartache.

“Don’t hang up on me again Pet. The consequences will not be fun for you. Where are you heading to right now?”

“We are going out for the night Markus. Why you think it is any of your fucking business is beyond me, especially after I have not seen or spoken to you in a fucking month. No worries though, we will be just fine.”

“Don’t take that tone with me! Trip, Doc, and the others are fucking here to protect you, not for your fucking amusement. Do you think it was a good idea to just fucking go off when we still do not know where Layla, her brother, or that other fuck is? Why are you insistent on being such an ignorant little, AUGH? You are fucking in danger and your little antics are just-“

“FUCK YOU BLAZE! JUST FUCK OFF and leave me the fuck alone.” I scream out at him as I throw the phone onto the passenger floor board.

The phone rings a few more times but, I am done talking to that fucker. I notice a few moments later that Stella is answering a text on her phone and assume that her daughter is again being given the third degree from Markus. I will have to pay her extra for the drama and inquisition that Markus is probably giving her now.

As we pull up to the Dungeon a half hour later I calmly check myself in the mirror and ask Madge and Stella if they are ready to go. Madge and Stella look back and forth between each other for a few seconds before they answer in unison “If you are sure this is what you need to do honey, than let’s get it on. Just don’t expect much more from us, then having some drinks and having your back if anything happens.”

We head to the door and it is answered by the same man as my first visit here. “Good Evening Shadow, right? Hello um” my eyes go to the floor.

“Pearl, what a pleasure it is to see you again, especially when you come with such lovely ladies. Will they be here as your guests this evening?”

“Yes, they would like to be. Is that something that can be arranged?”

“Of course, they just need to fill out a simple form to visit for the night. Please see yourself over to the hostess and she will help you with the paperwork and then you will be free to enjoy the rest of the club. Master Markus didn’t let me know you would be here tonight. Does he know that you are here, Pearl?”

“Well, no, I really haven’t been talking to him that much lately. You know how busy he is and I am sure he has more important people I mean, things to do.” Quickly looking away with what I am sure is a bright red shade crossing my cheeks.

“That is all you have to say about Master Markus? That is it for your answer? I will have to call and see what he has to say about that Pearl, I was not under the impression that you were to be left to your own devices, especially in the current state of affairs.”

“Don’t bother Shadow. I am sure he is busy entertaining some young thing or with club business, or something. I am sure I am nothing but a blip on his radar. Thanks for the concern, though.”

“We will see about that Pearl. I do hope you have a wonderful evening here tonight ladies. It is a pleasure seeing you again young lady.”

We go over and Madge and Stella fill out the paperwork then we head into the locker room. I change into a corset, a short skirt, knee high stockings, and heels, making me feel huge. This baby bump, which is now noticeable to those that know my body and me well, really shows. Madge and Stella don’t even change, continuing to wear their normal going out attire, not here for the same relief that I am.

After a short powwow in the locker room running through dos and don’ts we slowly head out to the bar. I see the same man behind that bar that was tending that night three months ago.

“Hello lovelies, whatever may I get for you? I believe that the last time you were in here you enjoyed a long island, would you like that again this evening?” comes out in a slow southern accent.

“Oh wow, what a memory you have. No, thanks I will just take water but, my two friends would probably like a jack and coke each. Please.”

“No problem Pearl, I will get them ready for you right away.” He says walking away toward the service station on the opposite side of the bar. I notice that he picks up the ringing phone while making our drinks and becomes somewhat agitated as he finishes up the phone call and our drinks.

Fuck me, is all that goes through my head as I slowly take in the surroundings. There are not many couples here tonight and only one scene is going on in the main room. I do see some single men in a group over by the couches. One of which has not taken his eyes off of me since I noticed him. I must admit he is one fine looking man tall, dark, and handsome dressed in a leather vest, leather pants, and boots.

Thinking of this man has a question coming quickly to the front of my mind. The question of how quickly before Markus knows that I am here does not go unanswered for long.

When the bartender places the drinks down on the bar before us I notice that he does not make eye contact with me even when I try to push my card over to him to pay for the drinks.

“Pearl, that is not needed; someone has bought your drinks for you and these lovelies for the remainder of the evening. So enjoy these and please let me know if you need or want anything else.”

“Wait, who bought our drinks? I didn’t see you talking to anyone.”

“The boss bought your drinks. He called me as soon as he heard that you were here from Shadow. He is not too happy with you and will be here shortly to collect you.”

As I process what he has just said to me I hear a very deep voice in my ear. “Excuse me Precious, I see that you are here alone and free to talk with me. Is that something that you would like, Precious?”As I turn to face the voice, I see the tall black man who has been following me with his eyes all night.

He extends his hand and takes mine in his grasp. He starts to ask questions of me like any man might who was interested in a woman but, the questions quickly change. It turns to a discussion of hard and soft limits and what I would like to have done to me if we would scene together tonight.

I just start to get my bearings with this new conversation when I have my arm quickly pulled away from this man from behind. The scent and feeling of protection that envelops me at this touch is one that I would know anywhere and remember from that fateful night a month ago, Markus.

A growl comes from behind me as his breath breezes past my ear. “She is mine Theo. You will find I have no patience when it comes to her so don’t try me in this. I would appreciate it if you would back the fuck off and get her the fuck off of your mind.”

“Master Markus, she is not wearing a collar or any other sign of ownership and she sure as hell did not tell me that she was taken. Maybe she does not have the same feelings about the situation as you do?”

As Theo reaches for my hand again he has no luck because a growl escapes the lips of the man behind me and he snatches my shoulders moving me quickly back into his hard chest. Theo continues “Precious, what is it that you want? Do you want to be with me tonight? I could make you fly under my skilled hands; we would be so good together.” As he nods his head towards Markus, who I am still firmly situated against, he finishes “Or are you his as he has claimed?”

“I am most certainly not his, no matter what he may say. I have not even spoken or seen him in a month!” I say nodding my head to the man standing behind me. Shrugging out of Markus’s grip I try to turn to face him but am quickly stopped when I feel hands go to my hips with a firm pressure holding me in place.

“Not quite, Sweetling, do not lie to Theo or yourself” I hear as one of the hands leave my hip and I feel a quick slap land on my ass. “Tell Theo what I told you at your house before you got so upset with me last month. Word for word, don’t leave one detail out- Now!”

“ARGH! Fine Markus. FUCK! He told me that I was in no state of mind to make decisions with the attack that had happened to me. That he was sure as fuck not going to take me and make me his by making me fly as a one-time thing. Then he said something about how he told me repeatedly that I will be his and that he would be the only one that would master me. Then he finished by telling me that I was not ready for any of this or for him to be my master, but when I was ready he would be the only one to have or take that pleasure from me.”

“Ah, I see, Thank you Precious for being honest with me and I see where your confusion has come from.” Theo looks toward Markus and nods his head at him “You might want to explain her place to her before you allow her in public again Master Markus. I do apologize for this misunderstanding; I would have never stepped up to her and tried to scene with her if I would have known you had intentions for her. Please accept my sincerest apologizes.” With that he slowly nods his head and walks back to where his group of friends.

As I spin around to ask Markus what the fuck just happened I am quickly thrown over his shoulder before I can speak and taken down a long hallway into what I can only assume is his office.

My ass is planted firmly onto the desk before his mouth is on mine consuming me in a kiss that takes the breath out of my lungs. I am lost in the moment for longer than I care to think about, but then the reality of my situation hits me square in the face.

I shove hard onto his chest trying to get him to back up and give me some much needed space but, the brick wall that I am met with is less than forgiving.

“Stop, Markus. Fuck. I can’t think. Why are you kissing me like that? I am nothing to you or your club for that matter so just back the fuck up and give me some space.”

“No” is growled out at me as he leans back in towards me.

“Markus- STOP. You cannot just come on like that and then take me away from what I was trying to accomplish. I need something and you are the one who refused me last month. If you won’t give me what I want, no, what I need, than I am going to have to find it somewhere else. I have been so lost since the rape and beating Markus.”

Starting to feel a little dizzy I get off the desk and lean against it on my elbows, which only worsens the dizziness but, I try to go on “Completely and utterly lost, I can’t sleep, eat, my work is suffering, and the girls are suffering for fucks sake! FUCK! I just can’t do this anymore I- Oh shit I’m gonna be sick.”I glance around the room and find a garbage can within reach that I proceed to throw up in.

I don’t know where that came from, I have not had any morning sickness but, this corset is so tight and this situation is just stressing me out, which Markus is certainly not helping with his confusing actions and close proximity.

Reaching around to undo the laces of the corset I find Markus already behind me. He has a knife out and quickly cuts through the laces of the corset.

The sound of the corset hitting the floor is only accentuated by the noise that leaves Markus’ lips. When I look up I notice his eyes in a huge mirror looking directly at my small baby bump. He slowly spins me around and his hands go to that extended belly.

“Pearl, what is this?” Markus starts to slowly stroke his hands over my belly and I catch a glimpse of joy in his eyes as he hits his knees in front of me.

“Are you… pregnant, Sweetling?” His hands on my skin soothe me in a way that nothing else has in the past few weeks. I lean into his hands as he continues to caress my bump. The comfort and caring I feel is all consuming and we stay that way, silent for what feels like an hour.