Page 9 of Blind Devotion (Chaos Bleeds MC)

Closing the door, he left Death to the whore he was fucking. Pulling out his keys, he headed down to the main part of the clubhouse as Devil was coming upstairs.

“What’s Tiny got to say about it?” Pussy asked.

“He saysit’sall lies.”

“And you don’t believe him?” Leaning against the wall, Pussy noticed how tired his president looked. Settling down was supposed to have been fun. This was more stress than being on the road all the time.

“I don’t know what to believe. Frederick is a complete bastard, but he warned me that not all is well inTiny’screw. Either way, I don’t trust Frederick. He clearly has an end game, and I want no part in it. The last thing we need right now is to start causing problems with Tiny. I happen to like the bastard.”

“We’ve dealt with members turning on each other. It’s what you and Tiny did with The Darkness.”

“The Darkness didn’t deserve loyalty. They were a bunch of fucking rapists. That situation is different from now. Tiny wouldn’t risk his club or his woman’s life. Stop worrying about what Frederick said. He was supposed to take care of Ashley, yet he killed her. Shit, I’ve got too much shit to lose. I’ve got to go and think.” Devil pushed past him.

“You know, this could just be shit to make us weak. We fight Tiny, they fight us, and we cull each other. Then Frederick sweeps in and takes out the rest of us. Have you thought about that?”

“I’ve thought of everything, Pussy. I don’t know what to think anymore.” Devil stopped talking and made his way upstairs.

Conversation was terminated.

Blowing out a breath, Pussy ignored the bitches cleaning and went back to the parking lot. Straddling his bike, he turned on the engine and pulled out of the compound. He needed a clear head to help his president, as otherwise he’d be no good.

Being part of Chaos Bleeds came with a price. Pussy knew that the moment he signed up to the club over ten years ago. He had been twenty-three years old, and he’d won a fight in a bar when Devil offered him a place in the club. To earn extra cash, Pussy had fought in any underground fighting competition he could. Even back then, his reputation of loving pussy preceded him. His fighting name was Pussy, making a lot of fighters think he wasn’t great in the ring. He soon shut them up once he started hitting and didn’t stop.

Pussy was out on the open road for over an hour before the hunger hit him and he realized he’d not eaten a thing for breakfast. Turning back, he headed toward the diner for some food. The ride hadn’t cleared his head enough, but some food might help.

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Kenneth had left her alone in the diner. Sasha wanted to go to the library, but instead he’d left her in the diner, and she was too scared to make it over the road to the library. The women who served her food and drink didn’t give her more time than was necessary. The noise kept her rooted to the spot. She pulled out her music player, placed the headphones in, and turned her music on. Moving slowly, she reached out to take the cup of hot chocolate and brought it to her lips. The liquid was warm.

She kept her sunglasses on inside the diner. Being on her own, she didn’t want to be caught staring when she couldn’t see anything.

Tapping her finger on the table, she bounced her head in time to the music. What was the point in bringing her out of the house if he was only going to leave her like this?

Sasha knew why. It was just another side to his cruelty. This was why she could never be alone again. The fear of what the outside world would do to her scared the shit out of her. All the plans she’d made with her father growing up crashed around her. They used to talk about going travelling around Europe, seeing the Northern Lights, or visiting the Grand Canyon. None of that was going to happen to her. She was doomed to spend the rest of her life in Piston County, never knowing what sex felt like, dying a virgin.

God, her thoughts were depressing. She hated her life.

She gasped as someone tapped her hand. Jerking the head phones off, she tried to hear who was talking.

“You’ve got a beautiful singing voice, Sasha.”

“Pussy?”

“The one and only.Budge up.” He sat down beside her. His large body nudged her up to the side of the booth. She didn’t bother glancing around trying to look for Kenneth. What was the point?

“I was singing?” She couldn’t have been singing.

“Yeah, babe, you were.Singing loud enough to catch my attention.You weren’t too bad either.”

He leaned over her, and she heard the paper rustling.Menu?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you from your lunch.”

“You didn’t distract me. It was nice to hear something other than complaining customers.” He flicked over the menu. “Everything here sounds like shit. I fancy some decent food. Do you want to come with me on my bike?” he asked.

Her heart pounded inside her chest.

Kenneth?

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