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“Mm, first? So in an hour when I’m hard as steel for you, you’ll climb on my lap and ride me like a good girl?”

Her cheeks flush, the pink crawling from her chest on up. She’ll get over the embarrassment soon, as I plan to fuck her thirty ways to Sunday. It’s different now that I’m aware she wants me as much as I do her. “Yes, I will.” She smirks, making her way into the bathroom and leaving me to watch my dick tent the sheet once more.

My hands rub over my face as I shake my head. I could be insatiable when it comes to her, easily. Yawning, my fingers rub over my closed eyes as the weight of the day begins to hit me. Her wanting a nap isn’t a bad idea at all, though, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to fall asleep with wanting her again so soon.

A commotion breaks my hazy thoughts, making me mute the television. Is that…screaming, I hear? What the ever-loving fuck? Those goddamn prospects must be fighting. I didn’t think they had it in ‘em. Hopping out of bed, I tug on my jeans, loving how my dick still has her juices on it. I’ll be staying like that for a little while too. I want her scent ingrained in me. Leaving my shirt off, I grab my cut, stuffing my arms inside, then tug some socks on my feet. I don’t need my boots going out to the commonroom, but I don’t like how the bare floor feels against my feet. Gives me the heebie-jeebies or some shit.

“I need to check out something, Sugar,” I call as the sink water is turned on. “Stay here until I tell you it’s alright.”

At that, she pops her head through the open doorway, “What’s going on?” Her brow wrinkles with concern.

“I think the prospects are fighting. Stay here, I don’t want you ending up hurt if they’re throwing blows.”

Her mouth pops open. “Please be careful.”

I offer a smirk. “If one of those dipshits is dumb enough to clip me, I’ll lay them the fuck out. Don’t you worry, Sugar.”

She huffs a laugh, then turns back for the sink. She’s getting used to club life, because had I said something like that to her weeks back, she’d have turned in on herself, wanting to hide away in my room. Now she takes my words for what they are, me doing my job and protecting anyone who may need it while under this roof. If Havoc gets there before I do, those idiots are liable to not get patched, then their time will all be for nothing.

Hurrying out, I close my door but don’t bother locking it. I’ll be back soon and no one will enter without being invited in anyhow. I’m sure everyone who’s at the club is in the common room at the moment, anyhow, with all the fucking commotion.

My first mistake is not grabbing my gun.

My second, not putting on my boots.

The third and most important…I’ll never forgive myself for.

Chapter 17

Blair

I’ve just gotten out of the shower, put one of Tyrant’s hoodies on along with some cotton shorts, and am carefully brushing out my long, damp hair when I hear the door open and close.It’s still loud outside the room, more so when the door briefly opens. I never unmuted the television, just hopped in for a quick shower before the beefy biker gets back and we have a chance to snuggle.

I’m glad I finally took the initiative and was straightforward with wanting him. This entire time, I’ve been going crazy inside, needing him to take things further again, but now I’m confident he was waiting on me. He was being the sweet man I know him as and allowing me the time I wasn’t aware I needed before pushing me further and having sex again. Only this time was much different compared to the first. It was soft, slow, sensual, and I feel remarkably closer to him now than I have in the past. We seemed to have pushed beyond some sort of invisible barrier that had been surrounding us.

With an amused chuckle, I set the brush down to check on Tyrant. Twilah Jane and the other girls have told me all about some of the fights and other bits of drama that have gone down in the club over the years. They only know about what happens here and never anything business-related. I was appalled at first until I got used to being around them and the guys. Then I realized it’s just their personalities and there have been times in my life I’ve wanted to slap the snot out of someone as well. So once I came to terms with that, I began to find the stories more amusing than worrisome.

I guess this is the first one I’m privy to, and it has me shaking my head with a laugh. As long as everyone ends up being okay and eventually makes up, it doesn’t bother me. “Well, was it the bratty prospects?” I call as I step over the threshold. I don’t think they’re brats, but Tyrant always grumbles over them.

A gasp catches in my throat when I see him standing there, the absolute fury dancing in his gaze. “N-no,” I manage to choke out and his lips twist with an evil tilt.

“Did you truly think I wouldn’t find you? That I don’t know all? I’m theProfit!” His title leaves him on a hiss, sounding more like a snake resurrected through hellfire than a man I once admired. He shoots forward and I jump, attempting to jolt out of the way, but I’m too slow from being stunned. His hand catches the hair on the top of my head. His fingers close around a chunk, jerking me so forcefully, I lose my balance and he slams me to the ground.

Sobs wrack my body, my tears messy, and my pleas loud. I’ve forgotten everything. To be quiet. Obedient. To hold my emotions at bay and address him as the divine being he believes he is. “Don’t do this! Please, you don’t have to!” I attempt, for my words to fall on deaf ears.

He towers over my form, folded to the floor. “Biker slut! How dare you leave my home. And for what? To whore around with the local street trash? You will atone for this. I will make you. I don’t care if I have to lock you in the catacombs until your skin turns gray and the breath leaves your lungs, I will make you pay for this. You will not send my daughter to a life of shame because of your sinful choices.”

I want to struggle, to claw my way free. However, his hold on me is too strong. Some women are fighters, the type who won’t hesitate to ball up their hands and strike when needed. I’ve never been that type of woman. I’m not a fighter-physically, and through my time in the community, I’ve learned it wouldn’t matter if I were. Josef always wins. If you fight, it’s only worse. He has a community of people waiting on bated breath to do his bidding. His disciples chomping at the bit to do whatever they can to gain his favor.

I cry. My heart once full, breaking all over again. If he’s here, then my life is officially over. He’ll take me back with him and torture me with his atonements until I either die or take my own life. There will be no opportunity to escape again. He’ll lock mein chains if he has to, because no one goes against the Profit. Ever.

Lowering to the floor, he kneels as he shoves me on my back. “You never should’ve gone against me. Left me. I’m chosen, haven’t you realized? I’m the divine.”

A scoff escapes before I can hold it back. My eyes grow wide, stutters leaving my lips as he rears back in shock. I have no time to brace myself as he backhands me so hard I see stars. Everything is fuzzy, my head throbbing from the hit and his hold on my head. He’s never struck my face with such power before.

“You dare question me? I’m your judgment day, and it’s just arrived.” His hand slips from my hair, only for both of them to wrap around my throat. His grip tightens, squeezing, until my eyes bulge open. His hold is too tight—I can’t breathe. I’m not able to draw in even half a breath as I begin to struggle against his hold.

“N-no,” I choke, my feet kicking at the ground, attempting to make purchase, to escape. I’m too scatterbrained, panicking that I’ll never see my daughter again to truly put up a decent fight. I twist my head from side to side, but it’s no use. My fingers claw at his forearms, scratching and shoving, but he’s so much stronger than I am. He always kept me tucked away, with weak muscles, caring for our daughter. It was far too easy for him to control me, keeping me that way, but I was too blind to notice it to even attempt growing myself stronger.

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