DaxI finally pull my pants up and secure my belt. When I turn away from the grimy toilet, I slam my fist through the wall by the door. I need the pain. One fucking day as president and this is what I get. A hand job, a pissed off Latina woman, and an ex-junky who needs a lesson in keeping her fucking trap shut.I leave the bedroom and find Skull standing in the hallway with his arms crossed. He glares at me and shakes his head. Yeah, he knows exactly what I was doing. Fuck, I’m a sicko. I brush past him and enter the small room. Sofia’s fury greets me. I stop a foot away from her and move the wild hair covering her face behind her ears so she can clearly see what’s about to happen. Her glare burns brighter, and I’m surprised I don’t combust on the spot. Shit, my dick is already hardening again.I drop my hand to the sheath at my waist, unsnap the top strap, and slide the knife free. Her eyes follow the knife as I walk over to the other chair. Red surprises me when she makes a high-pi
SofiaThe anger burns like a red hot swell of molten lava.I thought I could do it. If Dagger cut me, I would have embraced the pain like I do when I fight. Putting the pain on someone else is different. I couldn’t watch Lorene…Red…suffer and now Dagger knows my weakness.The bottom line is I’ll be dead tomorrow. If I’d had a gun a few minutes ago, I’d have shot Dagger and Skull both and then taken out as many Desert Crows as I could before they took me down. That’s what the anger does. When it takes over and rage fills me, I need blood.Anger management issues is what the high school counselor said in one of the many meetings my mother and I had with school officials. All I know is that something happens and I have little control when it does. I actually envied the emo girls who cut themselves back then. It relieved whatever demons they carried. Funny, I’d have cut them if they asked. The only relief I get is from fighting and doing damage to my opponent or getting my ass kicked. See
DaxI shouldn’t fucking care. She’s no one to me, but I still replay everything she said. What kind of hell did she live through? Twenty plus years is a long time to plan vengeance and keep the torch burning. How can I not respect that? If I hadn’t killed the man who killed Savannah and my child, I would still want vengeance.I walk into the front room, where the men are waiting. The only woman in the room is Red. She wisely keeps her eyes down. The men congregate in groups talking quietly. I march behind the bar and grab a beer out of the fridge, untwist the top, and take a healthy swig. I need another minute to gather my thoughts.I rest the beer on top of the long, marred counter before looking over the room. “We eat and then the officers will meet at the table to discuss what we do with the woman.”Bear is one of the only men standing. “You need to hold church for that? She should already be dead,” he grumbles.I give him my full attention. “I’m not Fox. I don’t kill women without
DaxRed continues her story, “Perry ran the club and had a Native American old lady. You all know that, years later, Fox killed both of them and changed the club to what it was until yesterday.” She takes her eyes from the wall and gives equal attention to everyone at the table. She shakes her head. “Carmen was sweet, vivacious, and incredibly beautiful. You’ve seen her daughter. The two are very similar. Her English wasn’t too good, but she caught on quick. Fox could be quite the ladies’ man when he took the time.” She makes a disgusted face like it pained her to say that. “I watched him devour her completely. He pressured her into using drugs and verbally dragged her down until the drugs were her only escape. It only took a few months before she was addicted and relied on Fox for everything. Once she craved what he provided, he started beating the shit out of her for every small infraction. He called her his Mexican punching bag and said he liked the way she screamed.” Red stops and
SofiaI’m desperate to pee. Thirst, hunger, and aching arms don’t make the list right now because my bladder comes first at this point. When they kill me, it will serve them right when I piss all over the floor. Fuck, they’re probably accustomed to it.I have no way to keep time. What seems like hours is most likely minutes. I’m really wishing I’d shot Dagger’s ass when I had the chance. I’ve been staring at the same cracks in the walls and connecting them to make pictures. Anything to take my mind off my cramping bladder.When the door opens, my anger ratchets up ten notches. I turn my head and see a younger man with the prerequisite bald head that’s prevalent in this hairless, gorilla society. He pokes his head in, takes one look at me, and backs out.“Don’t you dare close that door. I need to take a piss, you son of a bitch. If you make me wait another minute, I’ll piss right here.”He closes the door anyway. I struggle against the rope holding my hands. Fire shoots into my shoulde
SofiaThe longer I’m alive, the better chance I have to escape. And I will escape. “I’ll take the first offer,” I inform him.“You start immediately. There’s a ton of dishes in the kitchen. The whores will be in here entertaining us.”Whores, really? These Neanderthals need a basic class in… fuck… Basic Humanity 101, maybe. My bitch rises to the surface. “I wouldn’t think you’d need to pay for it, but I guess there are quite a few women turned off by premature baldness.”His expression conveys exactly how stupid I am. He grabs my hair and pulls me out of the chair, dragging me from the room. I hear the snickers and do my best to hold back my fists. When I explode and plant Dagger’s ass on the ground, it needs to be a surprise and one without witnesses so I can escape.Dagger shouts behind us, “Rufus, you have guard duty until the damned kitchen is clean. Bring her back in here when she’s finished so I can tuck her into bed for the night.” The chuckles turn to laughter. Dagger throws a
DaxI’ve had more than I should to drink but even so, I’m not into raping women. Her hot Latina eyes are impossible to miss when she checks me out. She hates me but wants to fuck me too. We’re in the same boat, though I’ll admit I don’t exactly hate her.I want her clothes because I’m not sleeping in here or with her at all tonight. Her ass would be too much to resist if we were in the same bed. Her bag and purse are already in my room. I’m hoping the lack of clothes will stop her from running. The burs around the clubhouse will help, so her shoes are coming off too. The side benefit is seeing her naked. And I fucking want to see her naked.There’s a lot riding on her willingness to stay here without causing trouble. I’ll discuss the options with her in the morning. Her captivity can go easy or hard. She needs to convince the brothers she’s not a threat, and if she can do that, I’ll get her away from the mess she caused.Her eyes are hard pinpoints as she stares back at me in defiance
SofiaI couldn’t believe when he left me alone in the room last night. He walked out and locked the door before I knew what was happening. My pussy throbbed for relief and I couldn’t help giving it some. I finger-fucked my pussy while thinking about Dagger doing the dirty. And I mean very dirty. My imagination is always better than actual sex. And fuck, I had two orgasms and was still unsatisfied when I finally passed out.When Dagger entered the hot, airless room this morning, I was dead to the world. It was too sweltering in the room to care that I was naked. Not that Dagger hasn’t seen the goods. I’m not exactly modest at the best of times. If Dagger thinks he can humiliate me by keeping me naked, he has the wrong woman. I can handle whatever he throws my way.Today is hotter than yesterday, which proves hell actually exists. I was excited to take a shower until Dagger joined me. Fuck, how do I resist him now? Watching him jack himself before I turned around will stay imprinted on