Chapter One
I’ll bite his ass. I’ll do it. I’ll claw his eyes out with my long, perfectly manicured nails. I will rip this hot as fuck asshole to shreds if he doesn’t get his hands off me.
“Stop touching me!” I squeal as he drags me from the clubhouse. Another chapter of the fucking Royal Bastards. Not that they’re all bad, but this fucker just stormed in here, talked to a few guys, and then manhandled me back out of here. I know I wasn’t wanted here any longer but fuck this shit.
“Shut the hell up,” the man hisses. I ignore him. Why would I listen to a kidnapper in the first place?
“Fuck off. How about that? Get your filthy hands off me,” I scream once more. That’s about as far as I get when he spins me around and shakes me roughly.
“Listen to me really good right now, Kitten. You aren’t the boss. You will never be the boss. You’re gonna shut the hell up and walk along nicely until I figure out what the hell I want to do with you, get me?”
I shake my head, the defiance in me stronger than normal.
“I will not let you drag me around like some damn rag doll because you’re bored! Now get off me,” I snap trying to push him away once more. A lot of good that does. His grip on me tightens until it’s almost painful. Then I know he means business. That doesn’t stop me from trying, though.
“You know what, touch me like that again and see what happens!” I scream once more before I’m slammed against the side of the building. The air whooshes from my lungs, my head banging off the brick.
“You listen to me, Kitten. One way or another you are comin’ with me. If I have to drug you, that’s gonna make it worse.”
“Drug me? I don’t think so! I don’t use drugs, and the first time will not be with you pumping it into my veins,” I hiss each word to make my point. The man, Demon as his cut says, keeps his eyes on mine. Oh that’s just great. These assholes gave me to a demon?
“You don’t really have a choice in the matter, sweetheart. You’re not wanted here and to be honest,” he says taking a step back to look me up and down, “you aren’t really my type.”
“Well then I suppose that’s a good thing since I didn’t plan on fucking you anyway! Get off me, please.”
“Please?” he asks cocking his head to the side as if he didn’t know I had manners. I wasn’t raised in the streets in case he didn’t know that part. No, I won’t tell him that but still.
“Yes. Please. Please stop pulling me around. I can walk.”
“Will you walk?”
I nod my head and Demon releases his hold on me. Dumbass. I take off running but my six-inch heels don’t let me get that far. His hand snakes around my waist, dragging me against his hard body as he does. Damn it to hell. The scent of his cologne is killing me. Add to the fact that I haven’t had sex in months and this whole situation sucks.
“Asshole.”
“Lyin’ bitch,” he huffs as he drags me toward a truck. I see him reach his hand out for something and then I see the zip ties coming my way. I struggle in his hold but it does no good. He secures my wrists behind my back in those fucking things. Demon pushes me against the side of his truck, my new outfit getting covered in dirt.
“Do you mind? Georgia clay is hard to get out of clothes and this thing is filthy. Couldn’t you have at least had the decency to clean it a little before coming to kidnap me?”
“I’m not kidnappin’ you. You were given to my club.”
“Wait, so you just take girls that are given to you? Isn’t that trafficking?”
“I didn’t buy your ass, and from what I know you’re a club whore anyhow. We share those at times,” he adds as if that makes the situation any better.
“This is bullshit.”
“You’re damn right it is. I shouldn’t be out here in the hot weather havin’ to chase your ass across the parkin’ lot!”
I stick my tongue out at him as he thrusts me into the back of the truck. This is all fucked up. I can’t believe the Maryland fuckers handed me over to the Savannah Chapter. Guess I know why they call them Royal Bastards. They are indeed bastards. Assholes. Pricks. Whatever other names I can come up with, that’s what they are.
“You could have asked nicely,” I say shortly.
“Would you have listened then?” he asks.
“Probably not.” With a huff I sit back in the seat and watch Demon slam the door shut. He curses and runs his hand through his hair as he walks back toward his bike. I take the opportunity to make nice with the prospect driving the truck. If anyone can help me in this situation it might be him.
“What’s your name?” I ask watching him for an answer.
“Not supposed to speak to you, sweetheart.”
“You just did. Please, I can’t ride all the way to Savannah with my arms behind my back and in silence. Give me something to pass the time.” I’ll beg and cry if I have to. The guy looks at me in the mirror but doesn’t say another word until we’re on the road.
“I’m Black.”
“How’d you get that name?”
“Prez said I was a dark soul. I didn’t think so.”
“You don’t seem so bad to me,” I tell him truthfully. He could very well be the devil himself and I’d tell him what he wanted to hear just to have something to do.
“I never do until it’s too late. What about you? How’d you get mixed up in the club life?” he asks as we drive. I notice Demon checking his mirror in front of us more than once. Take that, bastard. I got one to talk.
“Long story. You don’t even want to know. Are you from Georgia?” I ask trying to keep the conversation going but not getting too personal. Most of the guys don’t like when you do that.
“Yeah, I am. Grew up in North Georgia moved to Savannah when I was a teen. It’s nice there. You ever been?”
“No. I haven’t traveled much at all. What’s it like?” My arms ache as the zip ties dig into my flesh but talking keeps my mind off them.
“It’s sunny. Beach isn’t too far off. Palm trees and good people. The best seafood you ever tried. You’ll like it there.”
“What’s your prez like? He seems like an ass,” I say.
“He isn’t bad. Now the one you need to keep an eye on is the VP, Drake. That motherfucker is nothin’ short of insane. The light’s on and no one’s home, ya get me?”
“He’s mentally unstable?”
“Worse than that. He’s the devil himself. The man is a blood addict so don’t get too close to him.” I nod my head and make a mental note to stay away from that one. I don’t want any more drama than I’ve already have.
“I’ll remember that. Hey, Black?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for talking to me.”
“Not a problem, darlin’, although it’s my ass on the line when we get home. I couldn’t leave a pretty little thing like you to silence.” His smile is heart stopping.
Chapter Two