Vidal! (Snakes Henchmen MC 6)

Chapter One

Marnie

Yelling, punching, screaming, vile words, and name-calling.

Did I really expect anything else?

It's been the same thing for the past five years.

Why did I stay that long?

Sometimes I wonder.

I'm not sitting here thinking, ‘Poor me, my husband beats the shit out of me nonstop, I'm so afraid, and I wish I could disappear.’ Not that I haven't thought that more than once.

However, as the years moved on, I realized I couldn't change a damn thing, so why worry about it? My husband would beat me whether I was scared out of my mind or not.

The man hasn't touched me sexually in six months. He gets that elsewhere. Not that I care at all that he does. That might make me stupid, he's my husband, but if he's getting it elsewhere, it means he's not coming to me for sex. He denies it when I call him out on it, of course, but you'd have to be completely fucking stupid not to see the signs. Whenever I ask him if he's sleeping with someone else, he laughs in my face.

He tells me that it's my fault, I'm fat, I'm ugly, I'm worthless, and I make no effort to look good for him. The usual shit men spit at women to make them feel like nothing, and even though I don't care where he gets sex from, I hope his fucking cock drops off anyway. I am worth so much more than this life. I know that I am.

So, why haven't I left him before now?

Because I have the parents from hell, my father would have never allowed me to leave Paul, my husband. My father arranged our marriage because he wanted to teach me a lesson. I'd just gone through something awful, losing the three people I loved most in the world, and all because the man I loved was Italian.

My father is the most racist man I have ever met. He told me that merely speaking to someone outside of my own species – yes, that's precisely how he thinks – was beyond betrayal to our race. I have never felt like that, but I was a coward and didn't argue with him either. He wasn't a man you could argue with.

Three weeks after my ordeal, I was forced to marry Paul Simpson, white, and what my father calls, pure bloodied. I didn't even have a say in the matter. I didn't even fight him on it, I just walked down that aisle and did what was expected of me. I married a man that would soon turn out to be the worst mistake of my life.

It took two years for Paul to realize something was wrong with us. He couldn't get me pregnant, and he needed a son to carry on his legacy, or so he said. He dragged me to the hospital for tests to see why I was, in his words, baron.

He had no damn clue that I'd been on the contraceptive injection since the very beginning of our marriage. Why on this earth would I want a child with him? I would rather stick pins in my eyes than have a child with a racist pig like Paul.

It turned out I'm not the baron one, he is. I didn't mean to gloat or laugh, but I couldn't stop myself. All the months he'd been vile to me about not being able to have a child hurt me. He had no idea of what I hid from him, what painful secret I could tell no one about. Of course, he beat the shit out of me for it, but it was worth it in my mind.

I didn't need the injection after that. Why would I when he'd never get me pregnant, and I wasn't a cheat?

I've been having a hard time of things these past few months. I found out that my baby sister, Brooke, two years my junior, had been seeing a man from a motorcycle club. It turns out, this man was black, well, his grandfather was black, his mother mixed raced, his father white. My sister was so in love with him that she even wore his leather jacket stating that she was his property. That was a little odd for me, no woman should brand herself as anyone's property, but that was Brooke's choice, and I respected it. Brooke didn't tell our family that she was dating Hawk; she knew what would happen if she did. Of course, my father found out, beat the crap out of Brooke, forced her away from Hawk, and made sure she stayed the hell away from him.

A few months later, my sister gave birth to a little boy. Our father planned to have the child illegally adopted the very next day, for a price, of course, he even called a woman to come to collect the child. Must have been three minutes after giving birth that my father dragged Brooke to her feet and beat the hell out of her.

It took Brooke until our parents were asleep to pick up her baby and walk miles to Hawk's clubhouse. She's been there with him and their son ever since.

Not that that stopped my father from kidnapping Brooke. He wanted her home where he believed she belonged. He didn't even care that her baby was still breastfeeding. He beat my sister almost to death. Hawk and some of the men belonging to his club found her pretty quickly. I still, to this day, don't know all of what happened, but I do know that Hank Webster died from a fatal gunshot wound to the stomach. He'd been beaten the hell out of, but the report claimed that Han

k had been in a bar fight, gone home, and drunkenly shot himself. I don't believe that's what happened; I know in my heart that Hawk had something to do with it. Probably pulled the trigger.

I managed to get away from Paul long enough to see Brooke in the hospital. I held her to me as we cried. Cried because we were free of Hank, but not one tear was for him. Our tears were of relief. The thought that I could have lost her was so painful. The thought she could have lost the innocent baby inside of her, or that Gabe could have lost his mother was almost too much to bear.

Hawk promised he'd never let anything happen to Brooke again. I believed him because I knew how much he loved Brooke. I knew he'd do anything for her, and I thought that now Hank was gone, it meant I could leave Paul.

I was wrong.

All five of my brothers made damn sure I knew what they'd do to me if I left Paul. It meant his money would no longer be family money. Yes, Paul and his family are incredibly wealthy. Not that it ever bothered me, but he plows a ton of money into the Webster family ranch each year. Without it, the farm would have to go. Besides, my brothers are just as racist as my father was, just as violent, and even without him, they needed the money.

I had kept in touch with my baby sister in secret for months after she left the ranch to be with her man and son. I'd driven to the clubhouse and asked to speak with her; I wanted Brooke to know that I was proud of her and that I had no problems with her being with a man of color. I held her close to me as she thanked me for loving her enough to try. I held her little boy close to me, kissing his head and telling him how much Aunt Marnie loved him. Because I did, instantly.

Brooke and Hawk invited me to their wedding. Brooke asked me to be her bridesmaid; of course, I was going to say yes. Paul forbade me from going. I had no choice but to ask his permission. I had no other excuse I could come up with for where I would be. Paul told me what he would do to me if he found out I'd snuck over there. I didn't care; I went regardless because I don't take orders from racist assholes.

Brooke looked so beautiful, and so happy that day. I envied her so much. Hawk, or Dante as Brooke sometimes calls him, because it's his real name, proved just how much he loves my sister, and how much he loves Gabriel. I don't think I'd ever seen a man look at a woman the way he looked at Brooke as they said their vow and brought me to tears.

I never thought of myself as a cheat, but I became so that day. A good-looking, tall, well-built man caught my eye as I stood at the bar ordering myself a mimosa. I know, right, a biker bar serving mimosas. The guy smirked at me from behind his Scotch glass. I'd never seen him before, but he obviously knew my sister or her new husband as he was there as a guest at their wedding.

He looked me up and down, those big brown eyes drinking me in, making my body tingle. I was wearing a deep purple, on the knee bridesmaid dress and matching heels. My hair was tied up fashionably, and my makeup was light. I'd been hit on by a couple of Hawk's biker brother's, but I soon put them straight about being married. Besides, I wasn't there to jump into bed with a biker. They just didn't do it for me. No one did it for me.

So why then when he winked at me did my pussy throb? I bit my lip seductively. That's all it took before he came over to me, grabbed my waist and blatantly ask me if I'd ever been fucked by a man with more power than I could even imagine. I didn't give a shit what authority he had; all I wanted was for him to fuck me with what I hoped would be a big fat cock. Paul's dick left a girl disappointed and then some.

By that point, Paul hadn't touched me in months, and I was aching for a man's touch. Don't get me wrong, Paul was a vile pig, but he could make me come when my mind was on it. However, I knew the man with his arms around me could make me come quite easily if he wished it. There was just something about him that told me he would.

He told me to meet him out by the gate in five minutes. If I were brave enough, I'd meet him there, and he'd take me back to his place. He promised that I'd be safe. I don't know why, but I believed him. I'd never trusted anyone enough to just follow them like that before.

I said goodbye to my sister, and I promised to call the following day to let her know I was okay. I knew she'd worry if I didn't.

I was amazed by the car the man who said his name was Dray owned. He had a driver, so I knew he had to be wealthy. By power, I figured he meant he owned his own business and was hugely successful at whatever that was. I didn't pry though because, at that point, I wasn't interested. I knew I would never see him again after that night, and that was fine by me.

He kissed me and touched me in the car. He had my body humming for him, and I knew I was about to embark on the night of my life.

Dray took me to his apartment, dragged me into a dark room, pinned me against the wall, and like animals in heat, we tore at each other. Believe me, when I say, he fucked me so hard I thought that massive cock of his might crush my lungs into my throat! I came so fucking hard every muscle spasmed. He came inside of me before kissing me as I'd never been kissed before. I should have told him to pull out, asked him not to cum inside of me. He was a stranger, and I'd let him do that without a seconds thought. There was no taking it back once he was done with me, and I felt so content that my whole body felt soft and relaxed.

However, it seemed my mystery man hadn't finished with me. He carried me over to the bed in the corner. Stripped me naked, then himself, before eating my pussy to orgasm three times. He then forced his cock so far down my throat; I thought I might suffocate. He was, without a doubt, the biggest man I have ever been with. Not that I've been with many men in my pitiful life, but of those I have been with, he was the most well-endowed.

Dray fucked me from behind, reverse cowgirl, commissary, sideways, backward, and upside fucking down. My God, it was amazing! I had never been fucked the way he fucked me.

By the time he was finished with me, I couldn't move. I was literally spent. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up the same way three hours later. Something in my subconscious woke me, letting me know Paul would be on the warpath. I ached so badly I could hardly move. I grabbed my clothes and rushed out of there without one word to Dray.

I'm lucky Paul never found out what I'd done. He wasn't even home when I got there. I guess he stayed out with one of his whores. So luckily, even though I was a vile cheat, and probably would have deserved his wrath, I got away with it.

I haven't seen Dray since that day.

I need to see him.

I need to find him more like, but I have no idea where to look. All I knew about him back then was the name he gave me. I had no clue he was Draven Vidal, boss of the Vidal Crime Family. My sisters boss. How could I not know when everyone else did?

I sat with my sister a few days ago, drinking coffee, and looking at her wedding photographs. That's when I saw him standing with Maria, my sister's best friend and wife to Jett, the MC's vice president. My heart pounded as I remembered how amazing he was that night. I asked Brooke who he was and why he was at her wedding. She laughed and told me, ‘That's Draven Vidal, my boss, Maria and Hammer's big brother. I can't believe you didn't recognize him. I invited him to the wedding because he's been good to me since I started working for him. He's my friend, however weird that may sound.’

However, I hadn't recognized him, and I felt pretty damn stupid. I mean, I had sex with the most dangerous man around!

More than once!

In one night!

Hell, he gave me so many orgasms I lost count.

Draven Vidal is dangerous, violent, a killer of the worst kind. He is not a man to be messed with. I've heard the stories, the sick and twisted tales of what that man is capable of, and I go and fall into bed with him without recognizing him. How stupid does that make me?

Regardless of who he is, I need his help; I cannot do this alone. I've left Paul, the abusive bastard. I finally plucked up the courage to leave, and I don't give a shit what my brothers think or say. I know what I'm risking by doing this, but I will find a way to make my life complete, one way or an

other. I've had enough of living a lie to please those around me, but that's not what I need Draven's help with. That's a whole other ball game.

I called my sister first thing this morning. I need her help with finding somewhere for me to stay until I have enough money for a downpayment on a place of my own. I have some savings, but not enough yet, and I can't let Paul find me until I have a plan. Because let's face it, he will find me, men like him never let go easily.

I'm not weak, and I'm not scared of him as much as he thinks I am. Which is probably crazy when he does the things he does to me.

Then again, the fact he beat the shit out of me last night in a way that he hadn't before, actually frightened me more than it ever has. I don't even know where I'm supposed to go. All I know is that I can't risk Paul pounding me like I'm nothing again. I won't give him a chance again.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat. Brooke agreed to meet me at a coffee shop in town. We meet here once a week since her wedding day. We've already met earlier this week, so she immediately asked me what the hell Paul had done to me this time. I almost cried, and I am not a cryer, but I know she sensed my upset. She promised she'd be here. So here I'll wait.

I see her walking through the door. She's beautiful, my sister. Shoulder-length blonde hair, so blonde it's almost white, blue eyes that sparkle when she smiles. She's not very tall, but yet she has long legs. She's also pregnant with her second child, six months pregnant. She must be crazy, her son is only eight months old, but she's glowing. She was born to be a mother, and I'm so proud of her.