Page 18 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

Mine’s the only magic dick she’ll be riding–shit.What am I even thinking? Until I’m done with her. That’s what I mean. Mine’s the only one she’ll be riding until I’m done with her.

“Need help with any of it?” I ask because I’m not a total dick and I need to steer my mind away from that train-wreck of a thought path.

“Nah.” She swats my offer away. “I got it.” Then she grabs the bags I’ve been carrying from my hands and heads for the hallway.

“That’s a dick move,” I hear coming from the doorway. I know the voice. It’s Nic, Vlad’s bitch. What I don’t expect is to see Greer, Sarge’s bitch, and Rae—shouldn’t she be servicing Dark?

“You got a purpose here?” I bark.

“We came to meet your woman,” Nic says as the girl group descends on me. Her stomach’s not totally flat after having her new baby, Tripp, but she’s got an ass that was the finest ass around until Aja came on the scene. I can understand why Vlad’s so taken with her. Bedroom eyes, even when she’s pissed, like she obviously is at me, a ton of chestnut hair piled on top of her head.

I don’t care how sexy she is, the woman is overstepping. I’m not her man. I’m a brother of the Horde in the Horde clubhouse. She needs to remember her place and mine.

“You need to go,” I snap. “None of your men are here. That means you got no business here.”

Rae laughs as Greer says, “He actually thought that was going to work.”

Fuck.

One of the reasons I don’t have a woman is because I don’t want my balls busted by some bitch. So I really don’t have the time to put up with this shit by a bitch I’m not fucking. Don’t get me wrong, I’d have fucked Greer, too. Huge tits. Even bigger than Aja’s. Volumes of silky, blonde hair that dusts her shoulders. She came from money and everything about her, even the way she stands screams it. But she’s not stuck up. The bitch has actually taken to life as a biker’s old lady really well, surprisingly. Not that she had a choice. Along with Nic, those bitches got claimed by their men the day they came to town. That doesn’t mean I have to put up with theirshit. Not one of them aremyold lady.

“We’re not leaving until we meet her and welcome her to the family.” Nic. Again. I’m having a serious talk with Vlad. He needs to keep better control over her. The woman thinks she heads the welcome committee. We’re Horde. We don’t have a welcome committee. They step around me to head for the hall.

“You don’t even know which room is mine.”

“We know,” Nic calls over her shoulder. Nothing good can come of this, which is why I take off after them, jogging until I reach Miss Demeanor and the Instigators.

“She’s not my woman.” I’m not big on her spreading rumors.

“We’ll see,” she answers as the bitch parade pushes inside my room because Aja left the door cracked open. I sigh and follow them inside. Aja’s stripping the bed, putting on fresh sheets. Her bags sit in a pile on the floor in the corner, out of the way.

She turns to the women, looking ten kinds of confused. “Can I help you with something?” It’s only then that she catches sight of me, narrowing her eyes.

“I’m Nicola.” My president’s old lady holds her hand out for Aja to shake. “But everyone around here calls me ‘Nic.’”

She grabs Nic’s hand to shake it. “Aja. Good to meet you.”

“This is Greer and Rae.” She introduces the other women. “Dusty had to work. She’s a P.A.”

“Um… nice to meet you all, too.” The inflection goes up at the end of her sentence, like a question, adding to her confusion.

“We heard Cutter had a woman—” Nic says, or she starts to say before being cut off by Aja.

“Oh, we’re not.” She shakes her head vigorously with these cute, quick little snaps.

“Rae doesn’t have class today,” Greer says. “And for the first time in forever, we’re between women at the cabin.”

Aja doesn’t know shit about the cabin—the safehouse we run as part of an underground operation rescuing women from abusive situations.

“That’s really nice,” Aja answers. She’s trying hard to be polite, but I can tell she’s losing the fight.

“Well,” Nic continues, undeterred, “Vlad and I have this great pool and we’ve made pitchers of margaritas. We have chips, guac, and a whole slew of other snacks. So, anyway, we thought you’d like to get away from all this testosterone and have an impromptu pool party with the girls.”

I see the idea of that working behind her eyes. “Margaritas?” she asks, eyebrows raised. God, she’s fucking cute when she does that shit. When Nic nods, Aja’s face drops. “I don’t have a suit.”

“That’s no problem,” Greer says this time. “Between the three of us, we have enough suits to fill a boutique. We’ll find you something.”

With each of the women egging her on, she shifts her smile on me again. “I’m going with them while you sort things out.”

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