Hades' Flame (Devils Rejects MC 1)

Scrubbing my forehead with my hands, I wonder what in the hell did I get myself into?

“Look, Grim, you know I love you like blood, but this shit here —if you want her, we better be prepared for a fucking brawl. You feel me? And I ain’t about to get my men killed because you tapped some ass.”

“Yeah, I feel you. I’ll let you know my decision in two hours.” Normally we would vote on something like this but I brought this on us and I will face the consequences. I won’t send my brothers into a blood battle over a piece of ass I haven’t even tapped. If I claim Red—I’ll take the punishment.

“Whatever you decide, I got your back brother. Ride free or die trying.” That’s our motto. I have it tattooed across my back to show my charter pride. I know what I want to do but the question is what does Red want? I’ve been waiting to put Hook in the ground. Now this could be my chance.

If I had been a smart man, I would have sent Gypsy Red on the next bus out of town, but I never said I was smart.

I head to the whore’s quarters to borrow some clothes off blowjob Betty. She’s been doing us all right for five years now. She always smells like paradise. She has the prettiest olive skin I have ever seen. Betty has a special talent for giving good head. And she makes a damn fine cook.

“You’re up early,” Betty runs her fingers down my arm. "No matter though. I always got time for you, Grim.”

“No time, I need a favor, need to bum some clothes off you.” She gives me a funny look and then she looks at me wide eyed with them big chocolate browns and they grow black with anger.

Now ain’t any time for jealousy. Fuck, she doesn’t see me getting up in a roar when she has a line down the hall for a BJ.

She slings a tank top and a pair of jeans at me. “Hope these fit the slut.”

I grab her by her hair. “I’ve always treated you fair. Don’t you be mouthing off to me bitch! I’ll send you outta here so fast and hard you won’t know what hit ya. Feel me?” Betty knows better. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I think fucking Gypsy Red has put some voodoo hex on all of us. I pick the clothes up off the floor and stomp my ass back to my trailer. When I come through everyone knows to steer clear accept for Slim’s boys. Them little shits don’t know when to quit. They are sp

oiled little devils.

“Unc Jack, Unc Jack.” They both grab a leg.

“Striker, Rebel… you staying out of trouble?”

“Momma says you in trouble.” Rebel looks up at me as I drag him and his brother through the grass attached to my ankles.

“Momma says you brought home a piece of strange.” Striker laughs and punches me in the nuts. Those little hellions are our future. I shake my head. Those boys are going to be a world of trouble. Foxie Roxie had better get a handle on them fast.

“Go on you little fuckers, go back and hide under your momma’s skirt before I bust your asses.” They scurry off quick at my warning.

Walking into my place, I sniff the air. I smell coffee and is that bacon? Fuck, Red is making herself very comfortable. I didn’t even know I had coffee. I find her in my kitchen downing a cup of java and nibbling on a piece of bacon like a little bird.

“I got you some clothes. Get dressed. We got some talking to do.” She reaches for the clothes and uncrosses her legs and I get a perfect view of that tight little pussy. Fuck, it’s beautiful and I just want to drop down on my knees right here and taste it— fuck, I want her for breakfast lunch and dinner. Fucking gypsy magic…

God how I wanted her.

After she is dressed, she rejoins me in the kitchen.

“You are a wanted woman.” I get right down to business. No point in pretending I don’t know what she has drug me into.

“I won’t cause you no trouble. I know what I did and who I did it to. Last night when you stopped, I thought for sure you were one of Hook’s men. I thought you were going to kill me on the spot. But I’ve been thinking. I will go turn myself in to Hook and face my punishment. No matter what it is, it can’t be worse than the hell I’ve lived this past year.”

“You Benji’s bitch?”

“No, I mean yes, but not willingly. Benji won me in a poker game. I thought he’d have a little fun, and then let me go. But he never planned to. He kept me a prisoner for three years. Last night... I saw my chance and I took it.”

“I see. He rape you?” She looks away from me with shame on her pretty, little, fucked up mouth.

“The first time I laid with him I did it willingly. Benji was an attractive man with a bit of charm about him. But that all changed three days later when I tried to leave.” She looks at the floor. She don’t have no reason to be ashamed. Not with me.

"Well, darling, we got ourselves a bit of an issue. Hook and his boys are looking for you, but I don't want to hand you over, I'm thinking I'd like to keep you. That is if you'd like to stay. I won't force a woman, never had to. Even if you say no, I will see you through this."

"You don't even know me. Why would you put your club at risk for me?"

"I like ya, Red, I want to know ya, and if Hook and his men get ya...I'll never get the chance — To kiss ya real slow...to show you devotion...to show ya how a woman's body is to be worshipped and appreciated...to claim ya... to have you writhing beneath me. To bury myself so deep between your legs you'd think I have always been a part of you."