I locate it and pull it out, and then I glance up and see Brooke standin’ in the doorway.
Shit. Guess I’ll be finding myself a new hiding spot.
Brooke’s tall, blond, and skinnier than a crack whore. We’ve gone at it like rabbits a few times, and Brooke comes harder than any female I’ve ever fucked. She’s a sweet kid, she’s just not … well, Ivy.
She leans in the doorway with a soft smile on her face. “Tank?”
“What’s up, babe?”
“I was just wondering how Ivy is?” she asks, as she enters the room and sits down beside me on the edge of the bed.
“She’s doin’ okay. It’s been tough. Real fuckin’ tough, but she’s getting there,” I say, a little impatiently. I wanted to get this out of the way while I was here instead of bringing the burner back to the cabin, but I guess it can wait until tomorrow. Besides, if that fucker winds up dead the day Prez tells me to put a fuckin’ lid on any ideas I may have had about offing him, I’m gonna have one seriously pissed off Prez gunnin’ for my arse.
“Oh, okay … good,” she says, and I feel like a heartless fuck because I know she can sense my irritation. She stands, looking down at me with pursed lips and a pinched brow. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it then. Tell her the girls said hi, and that we miss her.”
“Hey.” I reach out and encircle her wrist before she can leave. “There somethin’ else you wanna tell me?”
“Nope,” she says, with a plastered on fake smile. “All good here.”
“Bullshit,” I say, and pull her down on the bed. She falls mostly into my lap. Brooke looks up at me with these soft blue doe eyes and leans in for a kiss. Her lips crash down on mine, and her tongue thrusts into my mouth. I don’t kiss her back and after a moment her hand flies to my cock and she gently squeezes. I slide my hands into her hair and gently pull away. I meet her gaze evenly, but my brow is arched because being this forward isn’t like Brooke at all. I know she’s a club whore, and she’s damn good with her mouth and those tiny hands of hers, but normally she waits for someone else to make the first move.
Her eyes are big and pleading, and … fuck me, is she crying? “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, darlin’,” I say, letting her curl into me and wrapping my arms around her because I’m not a total arsehole.
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“What?”
She looks up at me and pouts a little. “That you’ve made Ivy your old lady?”
“Well, that’s up to her I guess, but yeah, I’ve staked my claim.”
“She’s a lucky girl.”
“What’s goin’ on, Brooke? You seem kinda shaken up.”
“I spent the morning with One Eye. He’s ah … a little rougher than usual these days and I thought being with a real man, you know, a man who doesn’t hurt women … well, I thought that … never mind. It’s not important.” She shifts in my lap, as if she’s about to get up and scurry away like a frightened little field mouse, but I hold her firmly to me. With my free hand I grab her chin and tilt her head to the side, and then back and forth in order to see all the angles of her face. I don’t see any bruises.
“He hurt you?”
She places her small hand over mine and wriggles out of my grasp. She stands and pulls up her skirt all the way until her panties are revealed. At first I wonder what the fuck she’s doin’, testin’ my willpower after I just told her no, but then I see the purple marks covering her upper thighs.
“Jesus, fuck. One Eye did that to you?” I have to ask, because it’s seems like more of a Kick thing to bruise and punish. I don’t trust One Eye, especially when it comes to my boy. He knows something about my past or Kick’s, or maybe he just suspects. Either way, the fucker can’t be trusted, and now this? “I’m gonna kill him.”
“No, don’t say anything. Please. I just … well, I guess now that Ivy’s gone, the boys who like to play rough don’t understand that we’re not all into being choked and beaten the way she is.”
Ouch. That stung like a motherfucker. Not that I wasn’t aware of Ivy’s penchant for taking it rough, but I still don’t like the thought of any of them having her, much less some fat fuck who thinks it’s okay to beat her. I’m going to deliver a whole world of pain to that dumb fuck when I see him next.
“I’ll sort him out, babe, but the next time he tries that shit, you tell Prez, you got me?”
“Okay.” She nods her head slowly, as if she’s afraid even that action will be too much and that One Eye’s gonna charge through the door and beat the shit outta her. He’s a dumb fuck, that’s for sure, but I seriously doubt he’d try anything with me here. Which just makes me hate him even more. Gutless wonder.
“Thanks, Tank,” she says, but she’s resigned, and I’m sure she thinks I’m not going to do shit about this. She’s dead wrong.
I follow her, and give her a playful smack on the arse as she walks down the hall ahead of me. I don’t want her feelin’ awkward about what just happened or didn’t happen. After all, it’s not her fault I’m a complete fuckin’ chump.
I walk past the threesome, which has turned into an all-out orgy now that Diesel and Squeals, our newest prospects have joined the fuckfest.
Brooke rolls her eyes at me and then she throws a wink over her shoulder as she addresses the room, “You boys are going to wear Neischa out.”
“You offering up yourself to the slaughter, sweet thing?” Diesel growls low in his throat, and I chuckle. Cocky bastard doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into. He walks over to Brooke, dick on full display for the entire room. You’d think being in a clubhouse of rough and bad-arse fucks that you’d never get to see another man’s cock. You’d be wrong. Between the time I’d spent on the inside, and the time I’ve been with the Saints, and the Angels before that, well … I’ve seen more than enough dick to last a lifetime. More than enough to know I earned my road name Tank in every sense of the word.
Instead of leavin’ like I’d planned, I head down the hall and talk to Prez about the way One Eye’s treating the girls.
I tell him he’s gotta sort that fucker out or I’ll be havin’ myself a little play date. The bastard gives me a humourless laugh, and says, “Don’t wanna bring Ivy back, do ya?” I fold my arms over my chest and just glare at him. “Yeah, yeah, she’s your old lady now, I got it.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m flying down the M4 on my bike. I pull off at the last fast food joint on my way home and pick up some dinner for Ivy. In a way, I’m dreading what I’ll find when I walk through that door. She’s had plenty of time to run, but I can’t keep her tied to a fucking chair forever. She was fool enough to fall for it once, but she won’t fall for it again. I took a huge fuckin’ risk leavin’ her unrestrained and to her own devices in that cabin, and I just hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the arse.
Fear twists my gut when I pull into the garage and trudge up the stairs towards my house. I don’t know what I’ll find, and it scares the shit outta me. I’d expected the door to be flung wide, her shit gone and my house torn apart for any cash and pot she could find.
Ivy curled up on the couch, is not what I expected at all.
She glances up from her spot tucked in against the side of the sofa and I’m greeted with a small genuine smile, but then her gaze darts back to the TV and my happiness is short-lived. Her attention is fixated on some show with hot women in prison uniforms.
“Hey,” I say.
“Shh.” She puts a hand up to silence me and turns up the sound on the remote.
I grunt and throw the food on the table. “Dinner’s in the fuckin’ bag. You might wanna heat it up though. I’m going to bed.”
She glances up at me, and Jesus Christ I’m a pathetic excuse for a man because all I want is to lie at her feet and have her rub my belly like a fuckin’ worthless dog. I should be baring my teeth to this bitch and showing her what’s what. Instead, I’m a fuckin’ dejected puppy. “You’re not eating?”