The Biker's Plaything (Straight to Hell MC 1)

“What’s your name?”

“Misty.”

“Tell me exactly what happened,” he said. “Don’t even think about bullshitting me.”

“He had a boxcutter. He grabbed me—”

“Was he in the house? Did he pretend to be a customer?”

She sniffled. “No.”

“Where did this happen?”

“I went for a walk with Amber. We were going for a coffee in town.”

Lord ran a hand through his hair. “You tell the boys you were leaving? Or did you just decide it was a good idea to leave yourselves vulnerable?”

She shrugged.

He was about to backhand the bitch but restrained himself. “Who do you work for?”

“You, Lord. I’d never sell out, I swear.”

He shifted his attention to Gabriel. “We protect our own. The girls work for us, we keep them safe. That’s how this fucking works.”

“There was no warning. We’re a blip on the map. We never expected something like this to go down.”

“No one takes what’s ours.” He grabbed Misty by the upper arm and shoved her toward Gabriel. “Take Reaper and Stump with you. I want to know exactly what we’re dealing with. Report back to me.”

If Skull Nation wanted to fuck with him, they’d live to regret it. Depending on how many of them had moved in on the town, he’d make his next move accordingly. His club had run the supply of drugs, guns, and whores along the entire east coast for decades. He may be getting older, but until he was dead and buried, he’d defend everything in their territory.

“What do you want them to do with Misty?” asked Brick.

“She can still open her legs.”

Lord had never raped a woman, and he didn’t force them to work for him. His club whores and the many working in his network of brothels were there more than willing and eager to work up the ranks. They loved the money, the attention, and belonging to the Straight to Hell MC. It was one big, fucked-up family. And they all answered to him.

“Boss?”

He turned and glared at Brick. His patience fading quickly. His VP jutted his chin to the far end of the yard. A curvy little blonde was tiptoeing around the buildings, making her way toward the main gates.

For some reason, it didn’t push him over the edge like it should. He had to stop himself from smiling. “Bring her to me.”

He watched as Brick retrieved Ally and carried her back kicking and screaming over his shoulder. When he set her down on her feet in front of him, he stood with his arms crossed.

She looked up at him with those deceptively innocent eyes. “I was taking a walk.”

“That’s the best you’ve got?”

“You never came back to the office. I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to do.”

“From what I remember, we had a deal. Are you reneging already?”

She shook her head, and it pleased him.

“Want her to ride with me, Lord? I’m heading up north anyway. I can drop her off at the whorehouse and get her out of your hair for good,” said Stump.

“This pussy isn’t for sale. She belongs to me.” He waved a hand in the air, making a circle above him. “Head out. Find out what we’re dealing with.”

The bikes drove off and onlookers spread out, going back to their own business. Leaving him alone with Ally in the vast, empty yard, the remnants of dust settling.

“You were trying to escape. How far did you think you’d get before I found you?”

“I hadn’t planned that much ahead.”

He pointed to the armed guards patrolling the entrance. “You wouldn’t have made it a foot past the gates. You’ve already seen what happens to traitors. Now, let’s not have this happen again. Understand?”

This time, she nodded. “Who was that other girl? With the cut face?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Who do you think she was? My last conquest?”

“Probably.”

Lord narrowed his eyes. She continually tested him, and normally, he’d never tolerate it. There was just something about this particular girl that entertained him.

“She’s not my type,” said Lord.

He led her back to the clubhouse, walking by her side. Once inside, he told her to take off her sweater.

“What? Why?”

“I own you, Ally. Stop questioning everything and do what I ask.”

She looked side to side, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. It amazed him how her innocence was such a fucking turn-on. As she unbuttoned the ugly sweater, part of him wanted to soothe her fears. But that wasn’t his job. She was just a temporary distraction.

Ally moved teasingly slow.

“Tonight would be good,” he prodded.

She slipped it off over her shoulders, revealing a fitted pastel-pink tank top underneath.

“No bra?”

Ally crossed her arms, trying unsuccessfully to hide those big, sloppy tits from him. She scowled. “I know I need one, okay. I always take it off with my uniform before leaving work. It’s not comfortable.”

“I like you like this. Nothing like a perfect fucking rack.”