“We always conduct business together, and that’s not going to change,” Edge said. “This woman, she’s a problem.”
“She doesn’t have to be,” Junior said.
“Look, I know you think this is simple. She’s been given to us, but we don’t take payment like this.”
“Why did you take her then?” Tank asked.
Trick looked toward the emotionless bastard. There was never a smile, or anger, or frustration. Tank had no feelings. For a long time now, Trick truly believed he was the devil incarnate with how little he felt for everyone and everything. He’d still die for the bastard, but there were times he wondered if he was human.
Edge didn’t answer for the longest time.
Pulling his gaze away from the monitor, Trick looked toward the President of the club.
“I honestly don’t know.”
“You ever thought you took her because you wanted her?” Dig asked. “It’s not something to be ashamed of. You want a woman. Go after her.”
“She’s club property,” Edge said.
“So we all get a shot at her then,” Junior said. “I’m game for that one. She looks like she’ll be a nice peach to taste.”
Trick watched each of them talk.
“You don’t want to send her back,” Tank said.
“You’re really fucking morbid, you know that,” Junior said.
“What’s she said?” Tank asked.
“She doesn’t know who you are.”
“Not about me, Junior, about this entire situation. Clearly you guys have spoken to her, and seeing as I was busy, you’ve got to bring me up to speed.” Tank sat back, calm, collected, deadly.
No one would ever get past that motherfucker. He was as vicious as they came.
Trick himself had seen a lot of bloodshed in his life, but one look at Tank made him wonder what exactly had made the guy so unfeeling.
Edge brought Tank up to speed.
With that going on, Trick watched their little prisoner climb off the bed and begin to stretch out her body. She looked sexy as hell, and his dick ached to see what was beneath those old ratty clothes.
He’d gladly strip them off her body.
“She’s not stupid then. She wants to stay here, and we can protect her. Let her stay. I’d rather eat anything but Junior’s sandwiches. He doesn’t even check to see if the meat’s edible. He’ll slap anything on a sandwich,” Tank said.
“Hey, blue cheese is all well and good. Why can’t you have a little mold on your meat? It’s extra penicillin, right?” Junior asked.
They all groaned.
“I’m not going to have another case of the shits. I vote she stays. Cooks and cleans.” This was Tank. Clean cut, and no other offers. There would be no changing his mind. His decision was final.
“But … what about everything else?” Junior asked.
“Junior?”
“Come on, I’m not the only one here that wants a piece of her. She’s fucking fine. I’ve seen all of your interest, even you.” Junior looked toward Tank.
Again, Mr. Emotionless didn’t say or do anything.
“I’m not going to force a woman,” Edge said.
“What’s wrong with making a play for her?” Dig asked.
“She belongs to the club. There is no competition here,” Edge said.
“Then we all play with her,” Trick said. “I’m not going to let you guys win her over. I want her.”
“I do,” Junior said.
“So do I,” Dig said.
“Count me in,” Tank said, drawing their attention.
It shocked Trick to know the man was interested.
“Then we’re all in. We all want Leah, and she can stay. If she says no, you don’t use force,” Edge said. “We’re many things, but we’re not rapists.”
With that, the gavel went down, and Leah was officially a club possession.
Trick couldn’t wait to play with her.
****
“You can’t leave. You will stay here. If you try to go or if you betray us, this is where your new home will be. You’ll cook, clean, and do as we say. You’re free to walk around, but you leave that gate, your ass will be tied up here. If you think to call the cops, it’ll end badly for you.”
“I get it,” Leah said.
She was the possession of the MC. Anything she did or said would come back to her, and they would punish her accordingly.
All five men stood in the room, watching this.
She found her gaze straying to each one before returning to Edge.
“I’m Edge. I’m the President of the Broken Devils MC. There are only five members, and will only ever be five members.”
“How come?”
“I didn’t say you can ask questions. This here is Trick, Dig, Junior, and Tank. They are your bosses. You will follow their orders and you better hope you’re a good cook otherwise it’s going to end badly for you. Come on. We’ll show you to your room.”
Did they know they all moved as one? Each of them was all different in his own way, but they moved in synch together. It was rather fascinating to watch, at least to her.