Page 41 of Dragon Strife
“You think you know everything because he promised youmyposition?” He straightens my arms up over my head, forcing me to press in tighter against him, my breasts crushing into his chest. “I guarantee, Genni, everything you think you know is wrong.” Those words, spoken with conviction, hit my mouth like the sharp blows of a fist.
He hoists me off the floor and before I can fight him, my bound hands are slipped onto a metal hook hanging from the ceiling. “Get me down. Now, Jaeger,” I snap as I kick out at him.
He jumps back with a laugh as I swing slowly on the hook. “Maybe you could hang out for a while and contemplate your actions these past few months? Betraying me and colluding behind my back to take my position, getting our parents killed, whoring yourself to the enemy, and fucking BLOWING UP MY CLUB!” He screeches the last part like a banshee, and I can’t even hold in my bellowing laughter if I tried.
“You’re delusional… for the most part,” I say on a chuckle. “I have been thoroughly fucked by your enemies and it is delicious every fucking time,” I taunt him as his face becomes thunderous with rage.
“You probably fucked Barrett to convince him to keep you alive, huh? Probably fell to your knees and sucked his old man dick.” I wish I had Malik’s iron skin and could laugh in the face of my brother as he insults my very real trauma, but I don’t.
“You have no idea how I survived.” I bare my teeth at him. “The things I endured because of you. My chance will come to exact my revenge and I can’t wait for the day I make you fall to your fucking knees.”
“You’re right, sister. Taking a dick is no easy feat. I’ll give you that.” He comes in close and wraps his hand around my jaw, squeezing his fingers into my cheeks. We’ve been here before, only this time he looks haunted by the ghosts of our family. “But hear me loud and clear, Genevieve Varga. I will never fall to my knees for you.”
Jaeger releases me with a shove, sending me swaying with the imprint of his fingers sealed to the tender flesh of my cheeks. If he’s expecting me to cry like I did the first time he left his bruises on me, he’ll be sorely disappointed.
“Are you telling me you know exactly howhardit is to take a dick?” I whistle as I swing back and forth on the hook. “That explains why Quinton became a little bitch and watched me be taken that night.”
“He’s loyal, that’s why!” he yells, the sounds ricocheting off the steel walls. “Something he should’ve taught you during your little training sessions!”
“Nah, he actually taught me how to endure mediocre dick instead.” His slap to the face is expected, making my head snap to the side and the ringing in my ears a welcomed sound because I know I’ve hit a weak spot and he has yet to find mine. “That’s twice you’ve hit me now, brother. I’m keeping track of how often you lay those bloodied hands on me, and soon, you’ll be getting it back, tenfold.” My words are filled with promise, making my lips curve upward into a sly grin.
“I think you need a timeout. A little time to hang out and consider all your past mistakes. Consider it me being a good brother and helping you learn a lesson or two.” He comes in close and runs a finger along my collarbone and then between my breasts to continue over my sternum. “Let’s see how you feel when your arms lose feeling and your shoulders scream in agony.” His unstable behavior is beginning to give me a fucking headache. I’m good with a time-out.
“I think I’ll take a nap. Do you think you could lower the heat? It’s stifling in here.” My words are a lie. It’s so fucking cold in here that I can see the foggy plumes with each word I speak, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing my discomfort.
He shakes his head and turns to head back to the door, flipping me the middle finger as he goes. He’s just stepping out when he turns to look back at me and says, “I would’ve protected you with my life, Genni. Instead, you wanted what was mine and forced my hand.” The steel slabboomsshut as the lock clicks into place.
The frigid temperature of the room combined with hanging off this hook is increasing the pressure in my bladder and I curse myself for not relieving it before racing out of the club. Just another point to add to my list of fucking problems.
Instead of hanging here and moping, I begin to do some leg ups. With every clench of my core, I bring my legs up in a perfect line in front of me. Once my thighs are burning, I grasp the chain above the hook with both hands and work on pull-ups next.
Once my body is aching and my bladder screaming, I rest my head against my forearm and succumb to sleep.
I’m startled awake by the sudden blinding light as Jaeger flicks on the room light this time and I jerk against my bound wrists, making my numb arms and shoulders erupt into painful pins and needles. I clench my jaw to keep from making a sound as Jaeger comes into the room, drinking a bottle of water. The sight has my throat pulsing with need, but I’ve been through worse. If he thinks that’s what’s going to break me, then he has another thing coming.
“Thirsty?” he taunts as he holds out the water bottle.
“Come closer,” I croak out as I open my mouth.
I can see the wheels turning as he steps forward, not worried in the slightest about what I might do to him. That’s fine. I enjoy being underestimated. He holds out the bottle with a chuckle, no doubt planning to pour it on me, when I quickly raise my legs and wrap them around his shoulders, hauling him in closer. I tighten my thighs as he drops the bottle to the floor to grab onto them, his fingers digging into the flesh. I lock my muscles and keep him there as I laugh.
“Do you know what seeing that water bottle did?” He tries to speak as he struggles in my hold but I tip my head back and release the pressure in my bladder, letting my piss warm my cold lower half and saturate Jaeger’s head. “Probably should’ve let me use the bathroom,” Itsk. “Now my piss is staining your head yellow.”
Cash is back from wherever Jaeger has sent him these past few days, and I can’t keep my eyes off that smug smile of his. It’s setting off alarm bells and I can’t figure out why. Our medic has always been a bit of an arrogant bastard and I would assume it’s because he knows just how much the club needs him, not to mention how intertwined he was with the founding members and my family.
My father, Cash, Vic, and my Uncle Tazo were once inseparable. They even called themselves the Horsemen, and according to some of the stories, they were deviants. Cash is now the last Steel Dragon of that foursome, so I guess the smug look is warranted in its own right.
He notices me sitting at the bar and his eyes shine with mirth as he makes his way over to me. I hold in my groan as I wince, not wanting to be disrespectful, but at the same time, not wanting to be sitting here listening to the good ole days. It’s hard enough to think about my father each day, let alone hear stories of his greatness.
“Young Chino!” He claps a hand on the back of my leather cut, the sound like a slap to flesh. “How are you holding up, kid?”
“Hanging in there.” I nod to him as he slips onto the stool beside me. The bar in front of us is gleaming with a new shellac. The newness of the place still feels strange to me, like this isn’t our compound anymore.
“Vic’s loss was hard on us all, and the betrayal of his daughter only added to it.” He continues to pat my back like I’m a child, and the impact of his palm is driving me closer to the edge of snapping. “What she did to our bikes, her father’s bike? Just downright spit on his grave.” I move slightly away from his hand, making it drop to his side, and he takes the hint to look up and down the bar. “Where’s Chip?”
“It’s self-serve tonight,” I murmur as my heart speeds up with the deception. “Chip had something to take care of.”
“Well, I guess even the bar hand needs a day off here and there, huh?” He gets up and walks around the bar to grab a glass and a bottle of Johnny Walker, Black Label. His arrogance about Chip is rubbing me the wrong way. Just because he’s not a fucking medic doesn’t make him any less important.
