Maverick (Hell's Handlers MC 2)

It only took a second after King dumped his captive to the floor for Maverick to realize the person scrambling into the corner was definitely not one of his MC brothers, but a woman. A tiny slip of a blonde woman with a split lip and bloodied shirt. She was cute, wholesome looking. Certainly not one of Shark’s sluts.

Fuck. Things were about to get ugly.

“We brought you a friend, Maverick. Too bad for you, you won’t be the one to play with her. You can watch, though, if you cooperate.”

Dread settled low in Maverick’s gut. Now, he had no choice but to find a way out. And soon, before his club located him. There was no way in hell he was going to sit by, bound to a chair, while some poor woman was raped by these savage animals. He may be an outlaw and an asshole, but he loved the fuck out of women, and none of them deserved that shit.

“Bored with me already?” Maverick asked in a tone that suggested he was the bored one. Any time he could keep them talking to him was time they weren’t focused on her.

Shark scoffed. “Not even close. In fact, I’ve got something special planned for you after we get our new guest settled.”

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Bring it on.”

The woman sucked in a sharp breath, drawing Mav’s attention. She was gently prodding her oozing lip while glaring daggers at King.

A woman who didn’t cower.

Nothing wrong with that.

“What’s the problem, guys? Can’t find any willing women to come back here with you? Gotta go out into the woods and trap one like an animal?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Pretty piss-poor game you losers got.”

King spun then lunged for Maverick, but was stopped by Shark with a meaty palm to the chest. Shark whispered something in King’s ear that had him smirking and nodding. Then he crossed to the opposite side of the room and dragged a rectangular table back toward the woman.

Shark was no idiot. He wouldn’t fall for Maverick’s lame attempt at distraction, but King? Yeah, that guy was all hot air and bluster. Easy to manipulate because his own pride got in the fucking way. The Handlers had eyes on the Dragons for a while, and Mav was familiar with all the major players.

“Get up,” Shark ordered her.

Her fear-filled gaze met Maverick’s, and he gave her a quick nod. Whatever they had planned for her would be worse if she resisted. Best save that for the really bad shit. She scrambled to her feet with a soft groan and stood before Shark, squaring her shoulders and giving him one hell of a fuck-you glare.

Shit, she was just a little bit of a thing. No match for these animals. Couldn’t have been more than five-feet-three-inches, which wasn’t the smallest of women, but compared to Maverick’s six-four, it was tiny.

Maverick didn’t know the woman, but he was proud of her chutzpah. He was also attracted as hell. Damn but the woman had a banging body. Tight in all the right places with a gentle swell to her breasts. She wasn’t the curviest of chicks, actually more on the straight side, and her tits weren’t huge by anyone’s standard, but she had just enough to fill his hands.

He’d always preferred smaller woman. Someone he could easily manipulate in bed. Start on her back, flip her easily and yank her up to all fours. Hoist her up and fuck her standing in the center of the room if he felt the urge. Couldn’t do that with a woman nearing his own height. He liked a big difference between them. Loved feeling the slight weight of a small woman. Liked her to know he was bigger, stronger, could dominate, but also protect if needed. Not that he discriminated when it came to fucking, because let’s face it, fucking a woman, any woman, was better than not. But he still had his preferences.

Despite the pain and a room full of gang members who’d love nothing more than to kill him, Maverick felt a stirring in his jeans. A woman that could give him a hard-on amidst the threat of death and dismemberment must be something pretty damn special. He couldn’t help the laugh that snorted out.

“Something fuckin’ funny?” King snarled.

“Yeah, man, I just remembered your sister’s face when I banged her. You know I made that bitch come six times in one night?” Juvenile? Perhaps, but seeing the deep shade of purple overtake King’s face made it all worth it.

A strangled sound came from the woman. She had her hand over her mouth, holding in laughter. A woman who could not only give him a boner but laugh at his ridiculous taunt when she had to be scared out of her skin?

Fuck yeah, this woman was special. No way could these pieces of shit be allowed to ruin that.