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  The guy behind the bar shakes his head as I lay a twenty on the bar and order a beer.

  “You’re either the bravest motherfucker I’ve met, or dumb as ape shit. Name’s Rhyner,” he informs me. The patch on his cut reads Prospect.

  “Cole,” I respond as he turns to put my money in the register. The back of his cut has the emblem of a devil with the word Reject under it. I gulp. I’m on the right trail. These are the fuckers Gypsy Red ran with. What would they do if I told them who I was, that I’m a fucking legacy member, of this club and the Black Rebel Riders’ MC? Something tells me they’d kill me and not turn an eye.

  “What are you doing here?” He questions, sliding my beer across the counter.

  “Just looking for some cheap beer and easy pussy.”

  “We’re all almost out of beer but have plenty of pussy.” He hooks his thumb to the left of him to a group of girls shooting pool in the back. I grin when the one with the thickest hips licks her lips at me and starts walking in my direction.

  If her shorts were any shorter I could count her pussy hairs. She struts toward me with her tits stuck out, full of confidence. She’s not the one who has my attention though. It’s her friend.

  When the first chick reaches me, she turns to Rhyner and purrs, “Who’s the new guy that stuck Gar like a damn pin cushion?”

  “Ask him yourself,” he practically growls at her while shaking his head, warning me off her.

  Her fingers trace the letters on the label of my beer, her red polish screaming I’m easy. “So, what’s your name, cowboy?”

  “Who’s she?” I point to her friend and she sighs with a roll of her eyes.

  “I’ll introduce you,” she huffs, and I follow her to the back of the bar.

  Taking a seat at a nearby table, I take a swig of my beer, and motion for another.

  I light up another Marlboro Red and smile at the blonde with black streaks in her hair.

  “This guy thinks you’re worth meeting,” her friend tells her.

  She takes a look at me and smirks.

  Without an invitation, she straddles my lap and takes a swig of my beer, finishing the bottle as a new one appears courtesy of the bartender.

  “I’m Harper,” she says, shoving her big tits under my nose, smelling of perfume and smoke. Makes my head swim.

  “Cole,” I say with a sly grin, she’s still hot as fuck. Big tits, thick ass, legs for days. All woman.

  She presses her body closer to mine, and I squeeze her ass getting more than a handful.

  “I like a man who takes charge and goes for what he wants,” she says against my lips.

  Without a word, I press my lips to hers and she about nearly swallows my damn face, however, that means she’ll give damn good head.

  Pulling back, I tell her, “Put those lips around my cock then, sweetheart. Show me you’re not just all talk.”

  “Right here,” she scoffs.

  Pressing her hand to my crotch, I smirk. “Right here. Right now.”

  “You’re pure trouble, aren’t you?” She says before tugging my bottom lip between her teeth and nipping me hard.

  “I’m hell on Earth.” Smudging her ruby red lipstick with my thumb, I say,” That’s a pretty shade of red, but it’d look a helluva lot better smeared on the head of my dick.”

  “I’m not sure if this is your color,” she teases.

  Pinching her nipple hard, I warn, “Less talkin’ and more suckin’.”

  With a bat of her lashes, she’s on her knees stroking my cock with her eager tongue.

  A grin spreads across my face as her red lipstick coats my shaft. Her girlfriend from the bar joins the fun, sucking on my balls and playing with my ass. Both their heads bob in unison between my legs. Greedy little bitches lapping up my cum.

  Harper’s friend massages her breasts while I watch the two of them make out. Taking a swig of my beer, I zip my jeans and get ready to hit the road. That’s enough fun for tonight. Who in the fuck knows when the bastard I stabbed will come back for more.

  The bar is starting to fill up more with patched members from the Devils Rejects. Definitely time to get the hell outta dodge.

  Harper glances at me from the floor not understanding that she was nothing more than a cheap thrill, a quick means to get me off, before I head further east in a couple of days.

  “Where are you going? Party is just starting,” she says with a pout.

  “The road is calling. Got places to be and people to see. I’d ask for your number, but darlin’, I don’t want it,” I give her my full honesty as I step around the pair of them.

  “Don’t you walk away from me!” She huffs following behind me.

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as she attempts to grab my elbow. Shoving her heated fingers off me, I say to her, “Didn’t anyone tell you not to put your hands on a fucking biker?”

  She sneers, wiping my cum from her chin. “Fuck you, asshole. Your dick isn’t all that.”

  “The fuck you upset about then?” I wink and keep walking.

  When I get outside the door, a punch I’m not expecting lands square across my jaw, knocking me on my ass. I stumble backwards, and before I can recover, a bottle crashes down on my skull, sending me to dreamland.

  Chapter 3

  Cole

  My head is pounding and my throat is scratchy feeling as I blink, attempting to open my eyes. When I go to wipe the crust from my eyes, I realize my hands are bound around the back of a chair. My back is stiff as fuck.

  I’m tied to a Goddamned chair, unable to fucking move. My legs are bound at the ankles as well. Cold water sprays in my face. The water burns my eyes and nearly chokes me as it goes up my nose and down my throat.

  I’m naked and have no idea where I am as I blink again, attempting to see. The room around me is a blur, but eventually the water trickles down my cheeks, allowing me to see.

  “Wake the fuck up you piece of shit. You come to my house, stab one of my men and make a whore of my bitch. I don’t know what the fuck you are doin’ in Kentucky, California ginger looking motherfucker, but around here—I’m. Fucking. King. You don’t fuck with the Devils Rejects and not pay up. You insulted me, however, my woman…she’s sweet on you. She wants you, so I’m going to let her have you, but make no mistake…I. Own. You. You work for me now.” The patch on his cut reads PRESIDENT and underneath is his name, Devil.

  Maybe it’s because he is so fucking evil. I sure as fuck didn’t see this shit coming. This is bad, real fuckin’ bad. I’ve done gone and done it now. Old man will fucking kill me if these bastards don’t.

  “Marek, that’s enough,” a voice caresses my ear from behind me. Warm, delicate hands rub my stiff shoulders, loosening my tense muscles. “You’ll behave won’t you, baby.” Her voice comes off sweet, but I know she is anything but that. A wave of perfume and smoke hits my nose, bringing the night before back in a blur. Two women on their knees taking my cock in their mouths.

  Harper, the chick from last night, comes around standing in front of me. Dressed in a black leather corset that laces up the front, paired with a sheer black tutu, fishnet stockings, and knee high boots finish her goth princess appearance. Her black manicured nails walk up my thigh, teasing at my dick.

  “Fuck off,” I grit through my chattering teeth. I’m fucking freezing my nuts off.

  Digging her nails in my tender skin, she squeezes my dick. “That’s not what you were saying last night.” She licks her lips and laughs. “You said my lipstick would look good coating your pathetic cock. What’s a matter, baby, don’t I do it for you today?” The sadistic bitch taunts, and her whatever he is, watches with a pleased smile on his face.

  While sick in the head Barbie goes to her knees and attempts to make me hard, I take in my surroundings as my temples throb. I’m in a garage of some sort. Toolboxes line a far wall, while a workbench takes up another. On the front end near the metal doors sits my Indian.

  This Harper bitch licks at my cock eagerly
, like this shit gets her off. Devil, Marek, whatever, comes closer after laying the hose down. He towers over the two of us watching her, taking pleasure in her lips on me. If I ever get out of here, I’m going back to that dump motel and slitting that fucker’s throat.

  Thinking of all the sick shit I can, I concentrate on anything but the feel of her mouth suctioning my limp pecker. Maggots crawling over a plate of food, someone eating their own shit. The sickest places my mind will go, is where I travel, ignoring the hum and vibration as her tongue strokes me and her fingers tease my sac.

  Harper moans as I imagine digging a splinter from the bottom of my foot. From here, my mind wanders to an old lady’s saggy tits. It’s no use though, the blood is rushing to the head of my dick, my body betrays my mind, and I grow hard as she moans in pleasure.

  Marek unzips his pants, lifting her skirt up. “You like sucking his dick while he’s restrained don’t you, sweetheart.” He runs his fingers down her spine, and I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see what will come next.

  The only sounds in the room is of Harper’s panted breaths, and her mouth slurping on my dick. A loud smack against what I assume was her ass, draws my eyes open. Over her shoulder, I watch as he teases at the seam of her ass with his cock.

  “Harper’s a dirty girl, Cole. She likes to play and you are going to be her new playmate. Do you know what happens to broken toys? If you don’t perform…” he pauses, placing a kiss on her shoulder, “Let’s just say no one would find you, California.”

  The meaning behind his words are perfectly clear, so I’ll play along. I’ll be a good soldier and then, when I get the chance, I’ll kill them both.

  He grabs her by the back of the hair, yanking hard. “Ride his cock while I fuck your mouth. Make me proud Harper. I want to cum all over those tits,” he demands.

  With a soft popping sound, she eases her mouth from my length, careful not to rake my skin with her teeth. She smirks at me, as she takes his offered hand, getting up from the floor.

  Straddling my thighs backwards, she guides my cock inside her cunt without a fucking rubber, taking what she wants, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop her, so I take it, and after a few pumps, my body takes over, freeing my mind. Harper, cocksucking bitch, bounces on my lap as he shoves his cock down her throat.

  She grinds down on me, only letting up when she loses her rhythm. With her head on my shoulder she slows down and starts fondling her clit. Marek pulls out of her mouth, shooting his load on her tits.

  He grabs her mouth, hard, squeezing her lips with so much force, she’s gonna bruise. I don’t know why I care, but he shouldn’t be so fuckin rough with her. “You don’t cum for him. Only I get that part of you.” Rubbing his hand along her tits, he slimes his hand with his gunk, and then he smacks her across the face, making the back of her head clang into my chin, rattling my damn teeth. “You’ve had enough fun!” He roars, all but breaking my dick as he jerks her from my lap.

  **

  This pattern of them waking me up with a hose continues for two days before I am put in a room, cuffed to a bed, only given enough room to reach a toilet. I’ve tried like a motherfucker to break the chain and the iron headboard. My effort only resulted in blisters from hell. I’m given food and water; enough to keep me alive; enough for Harper to come to my cell and fuck me while her sick in the head boyfriend watches.

  My room looks like a real fucking dungeon. The walls and floor are made of stone. My only light is that from a flameless candle that sits on a small ledge where the stone is uneven.

  When I start to break, when I start feeling sorry for myself I remember all the fucked-up shit Gypsy Red survived. She made it, so I can too.

  On day five, the prospect from the bar enters my room. “I’ve got orders to bring you to Marek. You’d be wise to do as you’re told, if you ever want to get out of here alive. Be glad Harper has a fucking soft spot for you.” He steps closer, holding a bag in one hand, he holds his other hand up, dangling the keys to my freedom, for the moment.

  For all I know, this could be a setup. I won’t attempt to escape, not when I don’t know my surroundings. If he lets me out once, he will again, unless they decide to kill me.

  He shakes his head. His dark hair falls across his dark green eyes. “Told you, you were either brave, or dumber than ape shit.” The cuffs clink and he removes them.

  Rubbing each of my wrists is sweet agony. I could easily take the chain and wrap it around this fucker’s throat, but I wouldn’t know how in the hell to get out of here. I don’t know how many other assholes are lurking in the hallway. I’m outnumbered and fucked in more ways than one.

  Some men might fantasize about a woman who has one hell of a sex drive, but Harper may have ruined me. I never thought I’d say there is such a thing as too much sex.

  Being a sex machine isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, that’s for damn sure. This dude, Rhyner, tosses me a clean shirt and jeans from the bag. Feels good to have a little normalcy. Bet my folks are ready to fucking report me as missing. As crazy as they make me, I still check in from time to time, letting them know I’m still alive.

  Miracle

  Drag Creek, Kentucky

  Six Weeks Later

  “You sure you have everything?” My mom asks me for the millionth time.

  “I’ve checked over the list three times. Except…” I pause putting a finger to my bottom lip while, making a “Hmm” sound.

  Low giggles sound from under my bed.

  “I can’t find my keys,” I call out, knowing good and well the little boogers hiding under my bed have stolen them. My brothers and my little sister. They don’t want their big sister moving off to college. However, it’s time. Time for me to go out into the world away from the comfort of home. Away from my old man’s watchful eye.

  My father is strict and overprotective. Rebel Black isn’t a man you mess with. Though his days of being wild are mostly behind him. He spends more time taking my brothers to the dirt track than he does kicking ass. AJ and Axel are into dirt bikes. Mom hated the idea of them riding, but once she saw how good they are, and that dad makes sure they are always suited up with their gear on, she gave in.

  I’m going to miss watching them practice. One day, those two will be going head to head in the X Games. Who would have thought my dad, well he’s my adoptive dad, but whatever, would be driving around in a Tahoe full of kids?

  Opening my purse, I say, “They aren’t in here.”

  Harley snickers; she never can keep quiet. I sit on the edge of the bed and begin to bounce. It isn’t no time before three bodies scurry out from underneath.

  “Alright you three,” mom chastises the lot of them as they line up. “Hand them over or no electronics for a week. You don’t want your sister to be driving at night, do you?” One hand rests on her hip as she holds the other out expectantly.

  Harley pouts on the verge of tears. Her blue eyes are glittering with wetness.

  AJ licks his lips. Axel makes the motion of locking his lips and throwing away the key. If it weren’t for their difference in height and age they’d appear like twins. Both of them have shaggy, sandy blond hair and blue eyes that are sprinkled with mischief. Mean as striped snakes those two, but they are also very attached to me.

  God help the man who ever tries to marry me. Rotten kids.

  “I don’t want you to go,” my baby sister whines. “Who’s gonna watch princess movies with me and paint my nails?” The waterworks begin. On Saturday nights, I do girl’s night with her. We watch gushy love stories, bake cookies, make popcorn, and give each other makeovers. Our mom does that stuff with her too, but I guess she looks up to me.

  “I promise you that I will come home, at least one weekend a month for our movie night. Okay? Pinky promise.” I hold my pinky out and she hooks hers around mine. She hugs my waist, tucking my keys into my back pocket.

  I tap her nose, telling her, “I love you, little bird.” I’ve called her that as long as I
can recall. Harley has always been a tiny thing; she takes after our mom. I don’t take after either of my parents, but that’s only because I am adopted. My real mom, who knows what became of her. My father, I’m not too sure who he is either.

  My mother, Laura (aka LL, short for Luscious Laura) was married to Romeo, another member of the Black Rebel Riders’ MC when I was conceived. However, she was also working at a brothel or something. Dawn has told me bits and pieces over time. I still don’t know the full history, but my mother, LL cheated on her husband, Romeo, and I was the result.

  Romeo decided he couldn’t raise me and left me with my adoptive parents. Rebel and Chelle.

  Mom starts ushering the gang out to the hallway, giving me a moment to myself before I leave my childhood behind.

  Taking a deep breath, I run my fingers over the picture frames that sit on display on top of my dresser. My favorite ones are of me and my dad. He’s holding me in his arms, and I’m staring into his eyes, like he hung the moon. In the next, I’m eight and he’s escorting me to a father daughter dance at school. For every big moment, he’s been there for me. I love my mom too, but I’ve always been a daddy’s girl.

  A hand taps at the door frame.

  Turning around, I see him, my dad. My rock. My protector.

  “Mom says you’re all packed and ready to go.”

  I nod, biting back my tears. I’m not ready to say goodbye and leave the safety of his net, but I’m ready for college. I’m excited for this chapter of my life. I try not to think about what my life might have been if Romeo had given me to the state instead.

  Somehow, I ended up right where I was meant to be. Even though I can’t help this feeling of uneasiness that creeps up on me at times. A feeling that something is missing from my life. That I’m missing a piece of me.

  “Carter is gonna follow you down. Make sure you get settled.”

  “Dad, I don’t need one of your guys lurking around, spying and reporting my every move.” I grab my last bag and start down the hall.

  “Sweetheart, appease your old man. It’s just until you get settled in. Two weeks max. Let me do this, and I’ll increase your allowance.”