The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard (16 page)

“If that was your idea of giving me some time to think about it that was shitty.” Maybe Demon needed to watch his step, but right now he felt rage burn inside of him, and didn’t much care.

Zeke smirked, tapped his finger on the table again, and one of his guys set the laptop down once more.

“What is this now? I already saw the murder tap—”

Zeke hit a button on the laptop and right in front of him, flashing on the screen like some kind of sick fucking snuff film, was Deanna. His Deanna. She was sitting on a chair with a blindfold and gag in her mouth. A light shone above her, bright and fluorescent. Demon’s blood boiled and he took a step forward. But Joker grabbed his arm, at least being the only levelheaded one here at the moment.

“You do this and they will kill you before you can get your revenge,” Joker said in a low voice. “Right now let’s do what they say and get your woman safely back at the club.”

Demon nodded once, shrugged off Joker’s hold, and stared at the motherfucking Zeke that was grinning at him.

“She’s unharmed, but I wanted you to have a bit of a sway concerning your decision to work for me.”

Demon clenched his hands at his sides, tightened his jaw, and tied to reign in his control. What he wanted to do was fuck this asshole up, but he wouldn’t be able to find Deanna very easily, and Zeke could have a gun pointed to her head and have the trigger pulled in a second. “You’re messing with the fucking Soldiers of Wrath, Zeke.”

Zeke had the balls to laugh, but he sobered quickly, and tapped the table again. One of his men lifted a cell and made a call. And then like some kind of damn horror movie, Demon watched the computer screen as a man stepped beside Deanna and placed a gun right by her head. Because she was blindfolded she couldn’t see him, but she was struggling.

“I can kill her without even pulling the trigger, Demon,” Zeke said seriously, and with malice.

He never let anyone walk over him or his club, but this was his fucking woman in the line of danger, his club on the line, and if it meant that the end result would be Demon and his men taking out Zeke, then he’d roll over this once. “You have the muscle of the club, but only when my woman is safely back with me.”

Zeke grinned widely. “I knew you’d come to see reason.” He closed the laptop, said something softly to the guy with the phone, and then stared at Demon again. “I hate going to drastic measures, but I wanted to get your attention.”

Demon clenched his jaw hard enough he felt like his teeth might crack.

“Your woman will be delivered safely back to your club, and I’ll be in touch with you later to go over the arrangement.” Zeke stood, smoothed his hands over his dark suit, and said, “And as long as the club holds up their end of the deal, I will deliver the girl’s father to Joker.”

Demon sensed Joker tensing beside him, and glanced at the other biker. Joker looked pissed, about ready to crack skulls, but right now he had to focus on Deanna. “I want her delivered to my club now.”

“Already in the process.” Zeke nodded once, and then he and his men headed out of the apartment.

For several seconds Demon couldn’t move. His rage consumed him. “I want to know who fucked up and wasn’t watching the gates.” He stared at his men. “They are finished for putting Deanna in danger.”

Shakes opened his mouth to say something, but Demon held his hand up to cut him off. He stormed out of the apartment, needing to get back to his club, to his woman.

Deanna had gone
from being at the clubhouse, to in a car and knocked out, to in some room sitting on a chair like a hostage. But now she felt the bumpiness of a car going over uneven ground. The vehicle stopped suddenly, and with her hands still bound and her eyes shielded with a blindfold, she had no idea where in the fuck she was going. The gag in her mouth made cursing these assholes out impossible, but everything in her stilled when the door beside her opened and she was hauled out. She moaned and struggled, but before she knew what in the hell was happening she was being hauled somewhere else. The guy that had been holding her arm let go of her.

“A gun is trained on you. Don’t fucking move.”

Her entire body started shaking. The sound of the door slamming, and of the car driving off had her on the edge of this cliff, waiting to see what in the hell would happen. Was someone still pointing a gun at her? Was there even one trained on her? She started crying out of fear and anger, but the sound of motorcycles coming closer had her tears drying and this hope springing up in her. Was Demon coming for her? The deep rumbling of the bikes were right on her now, and the heavy footfall of steps coming toward her had Deanna moving backward. What if it wasn’t Demon?

“God, baby.”

And then his voice pierced through her emotions, and she fell to her knees. The blindfold and gag were removed, and then Demon was taking the bond on her wrists off. She blinked, trying to calm her nerves, and then started crying harder than before.

“I’m so sorry, Deanna. I didn’t know the bastard would have the balls to come to my club and take what was mine.” He cupped her cheek. Demon had a mixture of rage and relief written across his face.

She wanted to hit him, curse at him and his club for putting her in this situation, but instead she threw herself in his arms. Relief swamped her, and she knew this man had ruined her for all others. She was gone for Demon, and she knew that this was her life now, as scary and fucked up as that all was.

D
emon had faced
the barrel of a gun, death, and hadn’t been as afraid as he was in those moments when he saw the gun held to Deanna’s head. He was pissed off, furious for what that fucker did to his woman. Zeke would pay, but not yet. It would take time but no matter what happened Demon would make sure Zeke paid for taking what was his.

“I’ve got you.”

“I was so scared.” She started to sob and he picked her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

“I’ve got you, baby, and I swear I’m not letting you go.”

“I love you, Demon. I love you so much. I didn’t want to die without you knowing the truth.”

Her admission broke something inside him. “I love you too, Deanna. Fuck, baby, you’ve got to make sure you’re safe. I can’t handle anything happening to you. I don’t even want to think about that shit.” He gripped her ass, pulling back enough so she could see his face.

“Really? You love me?”

“Yes. Heart and soul, babe.” He meant every word. If he’d ever been in doubt there was no room for that after what he’d just gone through. “No more women. I promise you. You’re the only one I want.” He gripped her head, drawing her close to inhale her sweet scent. “Fuck, do I love you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing the life out of him. “Don’t let me go.”

“Never.”

Joker cleared his throat. “What do you want to do?”

“I want the asshole waiting for me in the fucking barn. Make sure he’s there in twenty minutes, Joker.”

“Clean up?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll let the others know.” Joker nodded at him before leaving him alone. Without waiting, Demon carried her through to the clubhouse. In the main room his men, the prospects, and the sweet butts were waiting. The seriousness of what just went down was clearly felt by all of them.

Deanna held him even tighter. This wasn’t the place for her; she was better than this life, but he wouldn’t let her go. She was his and he’d protect her.

Staring at all of his men, he made sure they saw his face. “Deanna’s mine. She’s an old lady, my woman, and will be treated with fucking respect. I see any of you talking shit to her, you’ll answer to me. She’s to be given the respect that you all give me. I don’t want any arguments.”

They nodded. When he was sure they all understood where he was coming from, Demon made his way up to his room. He kicked the door shut, going straight through to his own bathroom. Turning on the shower, he helped her inside, putting her on her feet. Removing his jacket, he draped it over her shoulders. The water cascaded around them but he didn’t give a shit.

“This, this is yours.”

“You’ve just claimed me in front of your club.”

“I’ll marry you as soon as it can be arranged. You’re not going anywhere.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back. Her full lips begged to be kissed. Demon gave in, slamming his lips down on hers. Banding an arm around her waist, he pulled her close, moving down to squeeze her full rounded ass. “You’re mine.”

She ran her hands up his chest.

“They didn’t touch you? Rape you?”

“No. They stuffed me into the trunk of a car, tied me to a chair, and then stuffed me back into a trunk again. Demon, I hate the trunks of cars. What the hell happened?”

Taking a deep breath, Demon knew this choice would come to him. He wouldn’t lie to her. There wouldn’t be anything between them ever again. “Your father. He’s what fucking happened.”

“My father? What do you mean? He’s dead.”

“Yeah, and before he died he made another fucking deal with you as his bargaining chip.”

What little color Deanna had faded instantly. “Bargaining chip?”

“Yeah.” He took the jacket off her. “This is yours.”

He started to undress her.

“In what way?”

“You really don’t want to know, baby.”

“No, I need to know.”

“There’s a guy. He’s a criminal lord around here, possibly all over the country. Goes by the name Zeke. You do not ever want to get involved with him.”

“But my father did?”

“Yeah. You were supposed to go on Zeke’s books. He pimps out girls, among other things.”

“Seriously?” She started to shake. Tugging her into his arms, Demon kissed the top of her head.

“I’ve made a deal with him.”

“You’ve done something you wouldn’t have done before?”

“I’ll handle it.”

“What would have happened if you didn’t agree?”

Demon stared into her beautiful eyes. “He would have shot you in the head and we wouldn’t be here having this conversation.”

She sobbed, pressing a hand to her mouth. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, you don’t get to be sorry.”

“But you’re in danger and it’s all my fault.”

Demon silenced her with his lips. Massaging the cheeks of her ass, he drew her close so she didn’t have any choice but to feel his raging erection.

“You will shut the fuck up about blaming yourself. You haven’t got anything to worry about. I promise you. The club and I will handle Zeke and whatever shit comes our way.”

“I love you, Demon.”

Smiling, Demon stroked her cheek. “That’s all I need from you.”

He stripped away the rest of her clothes before he started washing her body. She was so beautiful, but he wasn’t going to fuck her yet. No, he had business to attend to and he wasn’t interested in losing himself in her sweet cunt before he did it.

Washing away the muck from her body, Demon tended to her, showing her all the love and affection he could. She moaned, sinking against him. He removed his own clothes and allowed her to wash his body.

When they were finished, he turned the shower off, taking his time to dry her body. He carried her through to his bedroom, putting her underneath the covers.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve got something to deal with. I want you to stay here and keep the bed warm for me.”

“Demon, don’t go.”

“I’ve got to, baby. It’s club business. I won’t have any secrets from you but the club still has to come first.” He stepped away from the bed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt. In quick movements he had on a pair of socks followed by his boots.

“Okay.”

He kissed her head before making his way toward the door. The need to hurt, to kill struck him hard. With Zeke in their lives he didn’t have room for a half assed prospect.

Walking downstairs, he saw the grim expressions of his club. He didn’t give a shit.

Joker was waiting for him outside of the barn.

“What’s he saying?” Demon asked.

“He was distracted by the blonde sweet-butt. I don’t even know her name. I just hear the brothers say she has one tight cunt.”

Demon gritted his teeth, fisting his hands.