Page 24 of Deviant Bastards

“Can younotmake noises like that at the table, please? It’s too damn distracting,” Barker playfully whines. I flip him the finger and continue eating. “Oh, she’s all fire today, boys,” he tells the guys as he eats his own food.

“We need to start your training again, Harley,” Kendric says as he stands from his seat and makes his way towards the sink. “I’m aware that Deacon trained you, but did you continue after you had the baby?”

“Yes, I trained after I had Ellie, you bastard,” I growl at him. At the mention of my little girl, I want to break down and cry, scream, and break things, but I don’t. I lock my emotions down and stare right at Ric. The bastard just shrugs his shoulders.

“The gym in ten minutes then,” he says as he storms out of the room. Just as I was beginning to tolerate him, he goes and says something stupid. I stab my fork into my eggs as the rest of the guys remain silent beside me.

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KENDRIC

I’m a bastard. I shouldn’t have said anything about Ellie, but I need to know if Harley can still protect herself. It’s more than likely that Lee will try to take her from us again, and I can’t let that happen. I make my way down to the gym and quickly change into a pair of grey sweatpants, beelining straight for the treadmill.

I put my phone into the slot and hit play. My phone begins to play my workout playlist as I start to jog. After five minutes, I up the speed until I’m flat out running. I don’t hear her enter the room, but as soon as her vanilla scent reaches my nose, I slow down and eventually stop the machine.

She’s changed from her top and jeans into a sports bra and tight-fitting workout leggings. My dick twitches in my trousers. He’s dying to be inside her, but as it stands, I don’t think she would give in to our attraction, not yet anyway.

This was such a bad idea; I don’t even know why I suggested that she train with me. Actually, yeah, I do; it’s because I’d lose my shit if the guys were too rough with her, but I also don’t want them to go too easy on her, either.

“Why don’t you get warmed up, and then we will start?”

“Why don’t you just fuck off and let one of the others train me?” she sasses back. With lightning-fast speed, my hands are caging her body in against the door. I lean forward and inhale her sweet scent, watching as her body shudders just a little.

She ducks down under my arms and marches toward the treadmill. I observe her as she runs full-out for about ten minutes, my eyes raking over every inch of her gorgeous body.

I imagine all the ways that I could have her beneath or on top of me. I groan as my dick jumps to life, instantly hardening. I adjust my sweats and focus back on the task at hand.

Harley jumps off the treadmill while I grab a spare set of gloves for her and help her put them on. We go hand to hand for a bit before I teach her how to evade someone trying to take her. I currently have my arms around her waist from behind, lifting and dragging her backwards.

She stomps on my foot and grabs my bicep. She uses the momentum of curling in on herself to flip me over her shoulder and onto the mat. I land with a thud and feel my whole body shake with the force. She smirks down at me, panting.

“This was fun, but now, I’m done.” She takes her gloves off and throws them at me as a round of applause resonates around the room.

“Damn, Boss. You got your arse kicked,” Barker chuckles from the door. I flip him the finger while pulling myself up, then Harley and I make our way over to the guys.

“I’m going to shower,” Harley says as she winks at Barker on her way past.

“We found Carson and Cassandra,” Barker informs me once he’s sure that our girl is out of earshot.

“Where?” I ask with a knowing smirk.

Barker leads me out of the gym and towards my office. We need these girls to feel safe, and what better way to do that than place them in my office. I enter first, and Cassandra is leaning against my desk, looking entitled as fuck, while Carson scans Barker with tear filled eyes.

“What the fuck are these two doing back here?” Harley’s voice thunders along the hall.Fuck! We’re screwed.

“What do you want, Brat? I thought you were going to go shower?” I question her.

“I was going to, but there were no more clean towels in my bathroom, you bastard. Did you just expect me to walk around naked and air dry?” She says that with so much sarcasm and sass that I’m almost tempted to call her bluff to see if she would actually do it.

“No. I’m sure that the guys would much prefer that you didn’t do that,” I grit out through my teeth.

Harley huffs, putting her hands on her hips, getting ready to argue, but that’s when Cassandra decides to open her stupid mouth. “I guess your pussy just isn’t good enough for them, sweetie,” Cassandra taunts her. Harley raises her brow as Barker grins.

“May I?” She asks me, and I nod, so she squeezes between B and me. Her tits press up against my body, and her hand ‘accidentally’ squeezes my dick. “Ooops,” she breathes.

Harley approaches Cassandra first, not even acknowledging Carson yet. Cass throws her shoulders back, thinking she is tougher than the girl that just went toe to toe with me in our basement boxing ring... as a training session. In the blink of an eye, Harley grabs a fistful of her hair and slams her face down onto my desk. Blood pours from Cassandra’s nose as she falls to the floor, screaming like a banshee.

Harley spins, stalking towards Carson, who begins to cry while scrambling to block her face as Harley gets closer to her. “Please. I’m preg-pregnant,” she sputters. Our girl watches and checks over every inch of Carson before she turns, grinning maniacally at us.

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