Hades' Flame (Devils Rejects MC 1)

I could have turned on the outdoor lights, but I don't want to draw any attention to my guest. Struggling to unlock my door about damn near makes me embarrassed. This woman is doing funny things to my brain. I have only just met her and everything in me is screaming out to protect her—to have her. The urge to sling her over my shoulder all caveman like—throw her down on my bed and do bad things with her is knotted up in my chest. But seeing she is in a bad way, I don't see that sittin' too well with her. Instead of claiming that sweet body and having those milky legs thrown over my shoulders, I invite her in.

My life was never the same after she crossed over my doorstep...

Giving her a minute to take in the place, I light up a joint to wind down. This woman has me all keyed up, my fingers are twitching for something to do.

I imagine this is not what she was expecting when she got on the back of my chopper since I look pretty fucking rough. My appearance is scary, and I like it that way— motherfuckers know I don’t mess around. I have red teardrop tattoos trickling down my neck to symbolize the number of men I’ve killed. I almost look like my neck is bleeding raindrops. I am a cold-blooded killer— a gun for hire. I don't do roses and candy. I am not in the killing business anymore, but that doesn't change the evil that has tainted my soul. I'm not a good man. I have hurt good people for a dollar. I like to get my nuts off and be done with a woman.

But Red, she had different plans for me, I just didn't know how different at the time.

My place is clean, and my furniture is well kept. Like I said, I have one of the nicer trailers and being VP has its rewards—free housekeeping. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to have little shits of my own roughing up the place. My thoughts are interrupted— thank god— by Red, gasping when she fully sees my face and how fucked up it is. I’m glad for the interruption. Like I said, crazy bitch is messing with my head. I just pictured little red headed flaming q-tips fucking up my spot.

“Bathroom is third door on the left and you can have your pick of a bedroom, I don’t sleep here much. I’m usually at the clubhouse.”

She purses her lips and then she does something real strange. Red walks over to me and kisses the ugliest of my scars on my face and she whispers, “thank you,” so light her breath feels like a feather tickling my ear. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Names Jack, but most people call me Grim.”

“Thank you, Jack, you’ve shown me more kindness in an hour than most have shown me my whole

life. You can call me Gypsy Red. I’m a wanderer, don’t stay put long.”

“Heard that.”

I let her make use of the bathroom and go in the kitchen to see if I can rustle up some grub. That joint has me starving with the munchies.

I wasn't used to having a woman around or having to feed one.

I keep my whores where they belong—at the clubhouse. They suck and fuck me and then I’m done with them. But Red— I wouldn’t mind if she stayed. Never wanted a woman to stay before now.

Christ, my breath catches in my throat when I hear the bathroom door open and Red emerges in a barely there towel. Her vanilla cream ass is hanging out and I want to spank it. I have it in my mind that I’d liked to bend her over and beat that ass. There’s a fire in her eyes that tells me she’d like it too. I have never seen eyes look like hers, they are a golden, honey, brown shade, with flecks of orange, and the red color of her hair makes the flecks look like tiny flickers of a candle.

“You got any clothes?” She shakes her head at me. I know I had better get something to cover that sexy body on her fast. “My room is the first door on the right. Go on in and take whatever you need for the night. I’ll get ya something nice to put on in the morning.” She looks at me like she is about to cry. Jesus, I only offered her a place to lay her head and a shirt. What in the hell has she been through? “After you get eh...dressed I made ye a sandwich.” Red nods and I turn on my TV and start watching an episode of Cops. These dumb sons of bitches crack my shit up. I love it when they say, “these aren’t my pants officer.”

Kicking off my boots, I start to wonder what happened to Red, she never has come out of my room. I make my way to my bedroom and the door is open. There she is curled up in the middle of my bed wearing my favorite shirt. It says, I’d rather have a sister in a whorehouse than a brother on a Honda, across the chest. Her eyes flutter slightly and I can tell she is having a bad dream. Sinking down on the bed, I curl up behind her stroking her cheek. I whisper in her ear, “Shhh, baby, Grim’s got ya. Ain’t anyone going to hurt you.” She seems to relax at my words and she snuggles her ass right up to my crotch. I respect women to a certain extent, but fuck me running, she isn't wearing any damn panties, and that creamy ass of hers is teasing my dick. A man can only handle so much. Pulling back from her, I place a pillow between her ass and my dick. I spend most the night watching her sleep. She is the most beautiful, wounded heart I have ever seen.

When I wake up the next morning, Red and I are almost nose-to-nose and it feels good. I haven't ever slept curled up to a bitch before for a whole night, but she isn't like any other woman I have ever met. She is the first to ever sleep in my bed. I keep my women at the clubhouse. Gypsy Red is putting her spell on me. Don't even know her but I want her. Never felt this way before. She must be a damn witch.

That woman put her spell on me and there was no fighting the pull I felt to have her.

The sunlight is streaming through the window and her face is so beautifully calm. It doesn't hold that terrified expression anymore. Kissing her nose, I roll out of bed. It is time to get her some clothes and get her car running. I just fucking kissed her nose. She has to go—fast. I write her a quick note to tell her to make herself comfortable—I would say at home, but if she stays much longer, I am going to be begging her not to ever leave, and she said herself she is a gypsy, a wanderer.

I head to the clubhouse to grab us some breakfast and Red some clothes. My dick can't take much more of her sweet ass and no panties. Hope Slim's brother-in-law is hanging around with his tow truck.

“I hear you brought some strange in with ya last night. I don't need to tell ya, Grim, that shit ain’t cool. You ain’t leading by example pulling shit like this.” Our club president Slim is giving me the look that tells me he is ready to stick his size thirteen boot up my ass, but he knows I ain't scared of him. We fucking started this charter together.

Slim is an ugly motherfucker, he done pissed some wrong people off when we were teens, that's how he got the scar over his eye. When we made the choice to leave, the MC we first become brothers in, he lost a nut, and motherfucker is tough. Crazy bastards—the Devils Rejects, cut the damn thing off. They say Hook keeps it in a glass jar on his desk. Hook is the prez of the Devils Rejects, and the meanest bastard I have ever met.

“Look, I picked up this gypsy she was in a real bad way— broke down and her face has been fucked with. You know if I hadn’t stepped in she’d be in a ditch if one of the boys from Hook’s crew got a hold of her.” Hook’s crew is some real low life scummy sons of bitches. They don’t have any respect for their women. And a little pretty thing like Red—they’d eat her alive. She might have killed some sorry bastard, but she isn't no match for his men. They are ruthless and would fuck a rattlesnake if they could get their dick in its mouth.

“Ain’t my problem or yours. You bringing that strange in here will start a war. Are you aware that she fucking killed Benji last night?” My eyes go wide. Benji is motherfucking Hook’s son.

“Fuck me running.”

“Yeah brother, fuck us all up the ass without any lube. That bitch is going to get us all killed.” Slim gets up from the stool he was perched on and clamps me on the shoulder. “Hope she gave you the fuck of your life. Hook is going to be searching high and low for her. It's only a matter of time before he tracks her to us.”

“Fuck,” I slam my fist down on the counter of the bar. “I can’t just hand her over. You know they will hang her from a tree and skin her like a deer. Benji is a sick motherfucker; he probably deserved whatever she did to him.”

“Like I said brother, unless you want to claim her as yours, it ain’t our problem. You going to take her as your top bitch?”