Page 12 of Deviant Bastards

There’s an incessant banging that brings me back to a state of consciousness. I must have passed out after my chat with Gryffin. I pull myself up off of the bed and drag my tired arse to the door. Barker stands on the other side of it with a phone held in his hand. “We need a picture,” he states matter of factly as he lets himself into the room.

“A picture? For what purpose?” I ask him because there’s no way in hell that I’m letting him take a picture of me just for the sake of it. “Your father wants to see that you’re still alive, Little Brawler,” he says as he begins fiddling with the phone. “Now, be a good girl and smile for your daddy, yeah?” He snaps a few pictures, even getting one of me flipping off the camera, which causes him to laugh. Then after he hits a few more buttons, he tosses the phone on the floor and crushes it under his boot.

“You know that they’re going to find me, right?” I ask him because I know that Barrett will be following every lead and doing everything in his power to make sure that I’m found. And Deacon will be tearing the entire city apart, looking for any and all clues that will lead them to me. Barker flashes me a grin and stalks out of the room.

These guys confuse me so much because sometimes they can laugh and joke with me while other times, they are complete and utter bastards. Or as, the case has been today, a little mixture of both with some avoidance thrown in. I sit down on the bed and decide to turn on the gigantic tv that takes up most of the wall space on the other side of the room. After flipping through Netflix, I decide to watch the new season ofThe Witcher.I must have fallen asleep again because I jolt awake to the feeling of being watched. The tingle of awareness scatters across my body, giving me goosebumps while an unsettled feeling sinks to the pit of my stomach. As I look bleary eyed ‘round the room, my eyes clash with Dayton’s.

“What the fuck!” I practically yell at him. “Do you guys not know the meaning of the word fucking privacy?” I snarl at him. The fucker has the audacity to stare at me before bursting out into laughter. “Fucking privacy? There was no fucking going on in here, I can assure you of that.” He grins. I grab the closest pillow to me, throwing it at him; it hits him straight in the face, and I have to suppress a giggle.

ChapterEight

HARLEY

The past few days have been nice due to the quiet truce between the guys and me. We haven’t lashed out at each other or brought up anything to do with why I'm here. Actually, we don’t really speak at all. We’ve simply accepted each other’s company as a part of our daily routine. Currently, Dayton sits across the room from me with a sketch pad in his hands as I watch some more Netflix.He’s quiet as he sketches, but occasionally, he’ll throw a glance my way.

“What are you drawing?” I ask, getting up from my spot on my bed and padding over towards him. As I get closer, I try to peer over his shoulder, but the stubborn bastard just closes the book. “Not for your eyes to see, Spitfire,” he says as he holds his sketch book just out of my reach. I only get a few words out of Dayton every now and again, and he has become very careful about what he says. Whenever he’s in the room with me, the air still feels electrically charged, and the tension between us is palpable. You would think that by now, I would have gotten used to the feelings between us, but no, and it’s making me wonder when we will continue what he started or if I have to make a move.

I take another step towards him, but he doesn’t react. “You wouldn’t be drawing me by any chance, would you? I bet that’s why you don’t want me to see it, isn’t it?” I begin to question him as I lean into his space. This time his face contorts with a visible show of his emotions. He opens and closes his fists a few times before he gets up and puts some space between us.

“Aww, what’s wrong, D? Don’t wanna show me your little drawings, is it ‘cause they suck?” I ask with a giggle. Yeah, I know I’m poking a bear, but hey, I got nothing else to do around here. I lunge for the book, and he holds it up higher, my fingertips just barely scraping it. He’s no fun today. I watch as his face morphs once more. “Is that your kink? Drawing girls, or is it that you draw because you just can’t get attention from girls any other way?” He full on growls and throws his sketch book down onto the chair that he was sitting in. He prowls towards me, and I do the only logical thing that I can.

I dart around him and rush towards my bedroom door. I just manage to get the door open as I find myself being thrown forward. In the blink of an eye, Dayton has me pinned to the floor, his massive cock digging against my arse. I wiggle, and he groans before flipping me over. He grabs hold of my arms, picking me up off of the floor before moving one of his hands around my throat to keep me exactly where he wants me.

“If you were any other person, you’d be dead.” He deadpans as he slightly tightens his hold on my throat, only enough to just let me breathe and no more. I watch as the smug fucker grins at me. He slams his lips against mine, plunging his tongue between my lips, dominating my mouth. I moan in response, and suddenly his lips are gone. The slamming of a door tells me that he’s left me and went to his room.Sulky bastard.

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DAYTON

Shit!I shouldn’t have fucking let her get to me like that. I storm out of the room, my lips still tingling from kissing her. Kendric told us to stay away, keep our distance, and that’s easy for him to say. He hasn’t been anywhere near her since the meeting in his office. ButIfucking can’t. She has a way of getting inside my head and pushing my buttons until I lose my shit. I pace up and down the hallway outside of her room. I know that I can’t go anywhere because I’m on guard duty today, but she was kind enough to go back inside her room and close the door. I feel like I’m losing my control on reality every time I’m around her. I can’t afford to get close and catch serious feelings. She’s a job and nothing more. From now on, I’ll keep my distance from her no matter what.

“You good, Gadge?” Barker asks as he strolls along the hall. I nod my head, too afraid to open my mouth in case I say something about why I’m out here. “Little Brawler giving you shit again?” he asks as he props a leg up against the wall opposite me.

“Nah, just need a break from her incessant chatter, dude. She never fucking shuts up.” We both burst out laughing at that. We must be loud because Gryffin peeks his head out of his room to see what’s going on.

“Ric texted. He wants to see us, now.” He says as he closes and locks his door. Paranoid fuck is scared that Harley is going to steal all of his precious books. “Who’s watching Spitfire?” I ask as we begin to follow Gryffin.

“I got her, Boss,” Aiden says as he passes us. Both Barker and I stop dead in our tracks. “You do not, under any circumstances, go in that fucking room!” I snarl at him, my voice low and menacing as Barker stares him down to make sure that he gets the point. Gryffin mumbles something about us both being whipped, but he’s not brave enough to say it any louder because the fucker knows that we will knock his teeth out.

As we make it to Ric’s door, we hear him yelling. “The fuck is going on in there?” I ask, but Barker and Gryffin just shrug their shoulders. We don’t bother to knock, we just walk in. Ric puts his fingers to his lips, telling us all to shut the fuck up and stay quiet.

“Now listen here, you little prick, if you don’t fucking return my daughter, I’ll burn the entire west side down to the fucking ground. Making sure to take you and your WHOLE FUCKING CREW OUT IN THE PROCESS!” Grayson’s voice booms through the phone. Shit, the old man is pissed.

“Keep up your threats, Grayson, and not only will I make sure to introduce your precious fucking princess to my entire crew, but I’ll also send her back to you in tiny, bite-size fucking pieces.” Ric rumbles before he throws his phone against the wall.

“The fuck was that all about?” Gryffin asks. “Is one piece of pussy really worth all this shit, Boss? Just kill her already and be fucking done with it all. An eye for an eye.” Kendric turns his glare on us all. He stomps around the front of his desk, gripping Gryffin by his throat.

“Ah shit,” Barker says as Ric lifts Gryffin off of the ground. I watch as Gryffin’s pupils blow wide. He has to get his shit under control before Ric figures out that the little fuckerenjoyshaving Ric’s hands around his throat.

“What the fuck did you say?” Ric says as he squeezes slightly. We watch as his muscles flex, and then he snaps out of it, dropping Gryffin unceremoniously on his arse. “It’s not about her. It’s about her fucking dad thinking that he can spill blood and it will have no repercussions. Well, fuck that. I’ll end this shit right fucking now!” Kendric growls as he throws open his office door and storms out into the hall.

The grunts all scatter when they see us coming. Aiden pales, scrambling away from his post outside of Harley’s door. It’s good to see that the little fuck listened when he was told to stay outside. Just as Ric’s hand settles on the door handle, Barker places a hand on his shoulder. “Ric, maybe you wanna calm down before you go in there.” He says, making Ric glare at him, but then he nods his head in acknowledgment.

“Yeah, maybe that would be a clever idea, B,” Ric starts to walk away from the door, and we all sigh a breath of relief. That is until we hear the door creak open. Spitfire pops her head out of the door and asks, “This a private party, or can anyone join in?” She opens the door wider and steps out, still in the sleep shorts and vest top that she had on earlier. Her tits are on full display, and I easily catch Aiden checking her out, which earns him a dig in the ribs from Barker.

“Get her back inside the room and keep her out of my fucking sight!” Kendric yells as he stalks back towards his office. “Ooooh, Boss man is pissed off. What happened?” Harley asks with a giggle. Aiden pushes her back into the room, closing the door behind her. We can still hear her laughing from behind the door, and she doesn’t even seem pissed that Aiden put his hands on her. I turn and glare at the prick in question. “She was safer in there than out here, boys.” He says as he strolls down the corridor.

“Oh, Aiden... next time that crazy bitch, Carson, shows her face, I’m holding you responsible,” Barker says to him. I look at my friend with a raised brow. “What? She got past the big mother-fucker twice now, how the fuck does that even happen? And this time, she was in my room, plus Little Brawler saw her.” He says as he walks away from Harley’s still closed door.

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