Billionaire Protector (Billionaire Bikers MC #1)

“Holy shit,” Russ said.

On one of the screens he saw several women bound in cages. Their eyes were covered, and they were tied to the bars.

“Where is this?”

“I don’t know yet, but if we find the location of this house, we find a large order of girls,” Lewis said.

“This isn’t what has him excited though,” Malcolm said.

Lewis went back to typing away at his keyboard, and up came an image of a woman. She was a fuller woman, and Russ was surprised by the clear picture the security had picked up.

“She’s alive, Russ. I fucking told you she’s alive.”

Russ watched as the woman entered a room, and started looking for something underneath the bed. In the next moment, she was talking on the phone, and he saw her place a device in front of her mouth.

He didn’t like this.

“She’s helping us. I knew it.”

“Lewis, I hate to burst your bubble, but you better hope whoever that device belonged to hasn’t seen this.”

Then the reality of what Mandy had done and what they had witnessed came over Lewis.

“Fuck!”

“Yeah.” Lewis scrambled toward the device, and Russ moved around the back of him. This was going to torment Lewis, and Russ had a horrible feeling it was going to be bad news.

Chapter Eight

Anna sat at the bar, and a lot of women were giving her the evil eye, making her rather uncomfortable.

“You’re new, and they’re pissed,” Richard said.

She turned toward him, and she considered this large, tall, rather beast-like billionaire her friend.

“Why are they pissed?”

“They want Russ, and he’s never bought a woman home. You’re new, and it means that he’s never going to pick one of them as his wife.”

“I thought Russ considers them free pussy.”

“He does, but it doesn’t mean they don’t hope for one day to be his everything.” Richard fluttered his eyelashes, mocking the women.

“Don’t you sleep with them?”

“No, baby, I fuck them. I don’t sleep with them. They’ve got no chance of getting a ring on my finger. I’m not some fucking pussy.”

She chuckled even though she shouldn’t. “It sounds kind of mean. You’ll have sex with them, and nothing else.”

“Honey, this entire room is full of bitches who want to bleed me, and my nine brothers, dry.”

Glancing around the room, Anna ignored their glares, but she saw the women were doing everything they could to draw the men’s eye. It was sad, and oddly interesting.

“Why?” she asked.

“Why? No wonder Russ has a thing for you.”

“He doesn’t have a thing for me. He’s being nice.” She shrugged.

“And you’re blind.” He placed the back of his hand over her forehead. She batted away his hand.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m seeing if you’re ill, or if you actually believe that.”

She shoved his hand away and shook her head. “I know it, okay? Look at these women. They’re beautiful, and the woman who was sitting here at the bar, the one who called me fat, got it right. I know my place.”

Richard was silent, and she looked at him to see he was glaring.

“What?” she asked.

“You really believe that, don’t you?”

“Yes. I do.”

He leaned in close and tugged on a strand of her hair. “Russ would be pissed if he heard that.”

“I’m not trying to get compliments or anything. It’s the truth. Men go for girls like this, slender, and beautiful, and utterly captivating. No one goes for me. I’m used to it, believe me.”

“These bitches have got nothing on you, babe. Believe me when I say that.”

“You’re just being nice.”

“No, I’m not. We’re all billionaires, and the women here, they’re gold-diggers. We pay them to fuck us, and in return they get to have a whole lot of cash for the pleasure.”

Anna’s eyes widened. “You mean they’re prostitutes?” she asked.

“You’re putting it nicely. I’d call them a bunch of money grabbing whores, but they’re money grabbing whores who’ll suck my dick, and know their place. You on the other hand, would you allow us to place you on the pool table, spread your legs, and one after the other of us billionaires, fuck you?”

“What? Ew, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult, but no, not at all.” She scrunched up her nose.

“Every single one of these women has been tag-teamed by the whole of the club.”

“But that’s what you want, right?”

“Right. It’s what we want for the club, but if a woman comes along that I love, I’ll stop using the bitches, and I’ll take the woman I love as my wife. None of these women fit the bill. I want a woman who’ll turn down other brothers. Who will only look at me.”