Page 42 of Deserter

“Why’d you bring her?”I’d demanded.

“She wanted to see you. I didn’t mean for her to act like this. It’s just—she was so nervous, so I gave her a few drinks. I guess she’d never had one before—”

My hand shot out and connected with her shirt.“You got her drunk and brought her here? That sound like a good fuckin’ idea to you?”

She’d shaken her head rapidly.“No—no sir. I can take her home if you’ll just—”

“She’s paying the price for your stupidity, kid. Remember that.”

Of course, Celia had never had a drink before. She’d been a fucking saint before my men picked her up. In all honesty, Remington was just doing me a favor. He’d fuck her and then she’d be gone for good.

Everyone would move on.

A motherfucking win.

Then I heard the sound of her body hitting the wall and swiped my shot glass into the floor with a roar. The bottle of tequila met a similar fate when she cried out in pain. I no longer gave a fuck that it was fight night or that I’d willingly handed her over to a prospect.

Comedian, of all people, was the one who saw it for what it was.“Girl got under your skin, Pres. You can either sit out here and keep fuckin’ shit up or you can go in there and get fucked. Personally, I prefer the second.

“Losing Remington ain’t gonna be some great loss to the club. The guy’s a fuckin’ pussy. Are we really supposed to believe his daddy named him Remington because he came into this world packing? What a load of horse shit!”

I’d planned on fucking him up and taking back what was mine, until I walked in to that bathroom and realized that he wasn’t trying to fuck her, he was trying to kill her. Remington had looked up with a grin as he held Celia’s face underwater, while struggling to get his cock out of his pants.

“She won’t mouth off to you again, Pres,”he’d stated proudly.“In fact, she won’t mouth off to nobody ever again.”

I returned the smile and moved behind him. “That’s funny, because neither will you.” His mouth had fallen open in shock as I tugged his head back and ran the blade across his throat.

In my rage, I’d nearly taken it off completely. The blade had gone in so deep that he hadn’t even had time to bring his hands up. He just fell back to the floor with a gurgle.

I’d yanked Celia up and let out a rough exhale when she began coughing up water. Wet hair clung to her forehead and mascara ran down her cheeks, but I swear to God, when she saw me, her body instantly relaxed.

I had no fucking idea how to take care of a woman. When she began to cry, I’d just done what I’d been dying to do since she’d walked in.

Hold her.

The cups of her bra had been yanked down, thrusting her tits up against my forearms and that, coupled with the feel of her bare ass nestled up against my dick fucked any plans I had of letting her go.

I’d been so preoccupied with getting inside of her that I forgot the one thing I’d never gone without. And, as sick as it was, fucking her bare was something I wanted to experience again.

“There a reason why we keep showing up here day after day, Pres? We thinkin’ of a little after-school recruiting?” Bear frowned at the building.

“Thought I told you that you could fuck off.”

So, I’d been following her for a week.

Nobody made me feel like she did.

The bell rang, and I sat back on my motorcycle, watching for her familiar dark hair as students began exiting the building.

I’d broken into the school office a few nights ago to look through her file.

Celia had undersold herself that night in the bar. She wasn’t just a great student; she was the goddamn valedictorian. So fucking smart that they’d let her skip a grade and graduate early.

It got my attention.

Why the fuck had she come after a nobody like me when she had her entire life going for her?

“If you’re sure you got this, I’m heading back to the clubhouse.” Bear revved the engine on his Harley, and I waved him off before resuming my search for her.

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