Page 35 of Giving It to the Monster

Saint climbed onto the bike and told her to do the same. Holding onto Saint and straddling the machine, she cursed the helmet she wore. There was a time when Saint would have lived dangerously, and no helmet would have been necessary.

The ride to the clubhouse was uneventful, and the helmet was too stuffy, and it made her nose itch. She couldn’t let him go, so by the time he parked up, and she had the helmet, she was scratching her nose.

Saint chuckled, taking the helmet, and placing it on the back seat. He put his arm across her shoulders, and pointed at the clubhouse. “This is my kingdom.”

She saw a difference immediately.

The clubhouse she knew before was not what stood before her. There were no broken windows, or graffiti on the walls. The last time she had been here the stench of piss, damp, and sex had hung heavy in the air. The women had been naked, and the men in some form of collapse or drugged-drunk enhanced stupor.

“Wow,” she said. “This is what you’ve done?”

“I replaced all of the windows with new ones, took out the stink, and didn’t let it back in. Once Dad was out of the picture, I was able to do what needed to be done.”

She saw several women walk out of the clubhouse carrying bowls. They were scantily clad, but they didn’t stick out, nor did they look ill.

“I got rid of the drugs in the club as well. When Mom took Elena, Dad just spiraled out of control, and the club became something worse, something mean.”

“I remember,” she said.

Elena came toward them with a large man, scary looking, like a murderer at her side. She carried a baby, and he held a squirming girl.

“Nat, I’d like you to meet my charming niece, Bluebell.”

The little girl waved at her.

“This here is Charlie, and of course the asshole that stole my sister, Pipe.”

“So, you’re the Nat that everyone is talking about?” he asked.

“It would certainly seem that way. I’ve heard a lot about you. Hell’s Wolves Prez, right?”

“Yep.”

“I have to say it’s a little crazy. Two rival clubs that are now joined through family.”

“It doesn’t stop us from having some trouble.”

“I bet.” Natasha wasn’t stupid. She knew about the club. Saint had confided in her the way the club was run years ago, before she left. He’d also told her about some of the deals he had going with Pipe the other day, letting her know more of his life.

“I’m going to meet her to a couple of the others,” Saint said.

He gripped the back of her neck, and rather than be annoyed at his control, she loved it. The way his fingers stroked and caressed, it made her aroused. She loved his touch, and didn’t want it to end.

He took her around to where a barbeque was set up. Vanilla she recognized, and a few others. Still, Saint pointed them out, and she gave them a wave. Shannon was sitting on Willy’s knee, and several other women were around, chatting. She noticed the old ladies were together.

“There’s Fly, Shorty, Buzz, Bean, Zeus. Wayne is a newbie, and he’s not long been with us. There, right at the back looking like a mad scientist is Ethan. Road and Flat are also there. A couple of the boys aren’t here, but you’ll meet them as time goes on.”

“What about the other men?” she asked.

“They’re mine,” Pipe said. “Shawl, Egg, Knife, Butt, Pocket, Joe, and Danny. They’re the ones that could make it today. Everyone, this is Natasha.”

She held her hand up. “Hi.”

“So, Natasha, you alone? Need some company?” Egg asked.

“Back off, asshole,” Saint said.

“She belong to you?”

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