Part 2 (1/2)

”Anything I know is useless anyway. It was two years ago.” She made one last attempt to get out of it. Maybe she could bargain.

”I'll decide if something's useful or not. Get talking.” His eyes were fixed on her and now wasn't the time to mess around but she needed to try to get something out of this. As Duke said, it's all business. She hesitated for a second, building up the courage to do something so b.a.l.l.sy.

”Okay. Could this count as the compensation you'll want from my Dad?” Her words came fast and all in one small breath. She was glad they weren't all jumbled.

She knew every late payment came with some kind of penalty, otherwise there would be no incentive to pay on time. Most of the time it was markers, money and a swift a.s.s kicking. She'd had to sacrifice birthdays and Christmases so her dad had the extra money to cover compensation in the past, now she wanted something back. h.e.l.l, she deserved something back.

Prez stayed silent and just stared at her. She thought for sure she'd pushed too far when he didn't answer straight away and now she was more desperate to get out of this place than ever. After what felt like forever, he answered.

”Deal.” Air rushed into her lungs in relief. ”First I want a layout of their compound. Everything you remember. Doors, windows, outbuildings. Everything.”

”Okay.” The crus.h.i.+ng sensation on her chest lifted as relief flowed through her entire body.

Her brain felt scrambled as she started to search her memory for every detail she could. Duke, rose to get paper and pens from the office and Kick, went to get refills for everyone. A new brother slid in next to her, she was startled by how much he resembled Duke. He had the same colouring and his features were similar, but he wasn't as physically imposing as Duke. He didn't affect her the way Duke did either. It was impossible not to compare them to each other.

”I'm Razor. You are seriously hot. I bet you've got a sweet tasting p.u.s.s.y. You owned?”

He said this so quickly and seriously that she couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her, she was so startled by what he'd said. He hit her with a panty dropping smile. Was he serious?

”f.u.c.k, that's a great laugh. What other noises do you make?”

At this she laughed even harder and felt some more of her leftover tension slip away. Someone cleared their throat just as she was going to try to answer. She looked across at Duke. He wasn't looking at her, he was staring daggers at Razor. Prez, slapped the table making her jump. All her tension rushed back.

”Here, get to it and explain while you go.” He pushed a pad of paper and a pen in front of her.

She started drawing and describing everything she remembered. She had to keep going back and redraw what she'd done so far because she remembered more and more as she talked it through. Everyone at the table was listening intently. Kick and Hollywood stood nearby ensuring n.o.body else overheard. She then made a list of everyone she'd met or heard mentioned, including all the brothers and their rank, prospects, old ladies and even club s.l.u.ts. Prez even asked for descriptions. Then she told them what she'd heard about Fallen MC and described any weapons she'd seen. She even described the whip and cane that Wrath had used on her.

Then she ran through her day to day duties and activities. When she spoke of her punishments, everyone at the table was still and quiet. No one interrupted with questions or asked for clarification, like they had through the rest of her information. She could only hear the heavy breathing from Razor and an intermittent growl coming from Duke. Shel and Jewel were looking at her with gla.s.sy eyes. She didn't want pity or sympathy. She'd lived through it and come out the other side when she was sure there were plenty of others who hadn't. That was all behind her now. Eventually, she ran out of things to tell them. Leaning back and downing half the wine cooler in her hand in one gulp, she let herself relax slightly. Shel smiled at her.

”Wow. That's one h.e.l.l of a memory. I don't think I'd be able describe this place in as much detail.”

”Yeah, well you learned to pay attention, especially around Wrath and his inside men. Get s.h.i.+t wrong and all h.e.l.l rained down on you.....whether or not you deserved it. They didn't bother with finding out the facts or the truth before doling out punishments. When you're constantly looking for places to disappear, you remember every nook and cranny.”

Shel stayed quiet, nodded her head and lifted her gla.s.s for Nicole to clink. All the brothers looked enraged and clearly wanted more details about the punishments that she'd briefly talked about. She could almost see their minds turning, thinking of the best ways to ask their questions, but that was her personal story and she wasn't sharing. It had nothing at all to do with the information they wanted.

”You got everything you need here?” Shel asked. Nicole could tell this was Shel reaching out.

Nicole chortled. ”I wouldn't mind if someone would go to my apartment and get my bras.” Shel burst out laughing and Razor whined that it wasn't necessary.

”Typical brothers.” She rolled her eyes. ”Anything else?”

”Yeah, my clock. And if someone could go in my purse and get my bank card, draw some money and pay my landlord for the next couple of months rent, that would be great. I'm never giving that b.a.s.t.a.r.d my bank details. Also, can I get a lock for my door?”

Shel, Razor and Hollywood broke into more laughter while everyone else looked stunned. She supposed it was quite a list to what she knew had been a rhetorical question. But if you don't ask, you don't get.

”Sure, I'll get that s.h.i.+t sorted for you. For now though, get your a.s.s back behind the bar for two more hours while most of the brothers are still standing. I'll come get you when you're done and show you what you can do for me tomorrow.” Shel smiled and winked at her.

Nicole didn't mind being dismissed, especially by Shel. She seemed the type of woman she could be friends with. She needed to get her mind on something else, going over all that Riot stuff was giving her a headache and dragging up some memories she'd rather stay buried.

”Thanks, Shel.” She returned Shel's smile and went back to the bar.

She could feel Duke's gaze on her back. She didn't have the mental energy to be p.i.s.sed at him anymore. After listening to some of the stories they'd mentioned of their dealings with a Riot, Nicole could understand why Duke would do anything to give them the upper hand. She had ignored him completely through the entire conversation. He had a way of muddling her brain and at the time she wanted to stay mad at him. If only she could stop wanting him, but she didn't. Her body and mind were at war and so far her body was winning. Then again, her mind wasn't putting up much of a fight. A tumble with him might just clear her headache, she smirked to herself.

Duke He hated watching Nicole walk away from him. It felt unnatural somehow. The group continued to discuss what she'd told them.

”f.u.c.k. I never thought how dangerous it would be for her to be here after she told me about Riot earlier. Just thought about what we could find out. s.h.i.+t.” Duke was trying to keep his cool, he hadn't fully appreciated her unwillingness to share. He thought she was just being cagey or hiding something. He understood it now though, after everything she'd said. Listening to her describing her punishments and encounters with Wrath, and other Riot brothers, made him want to attack them straight away. He knew she'd majorly skimmed over the details too, and he wanted so badly to know everything so that he could make every punch and bullet hole coming to those f.u.c.kers count.

She sure as s.h.i.+t wouldn't be put in any danger by being here at the compound, if he had anything to do with it. She could stay with him in his apartment upstairs, if need be. It would get her off the first floor and no one would expect her to be in there. He supposed she could move into one of the brothers' rooms on the second floor that wasn't occupied full time and knew plenty would offer. He would pound every last one into the ground if that happened until she had nowhere to go but to him. He chose to ignore the fact that the compound had never been infiltrated, and that what floor she was on was of little consequence. His growing obsession was starting to p.i.s.s him off. He needed to screw her out of his system, that was all. One night and he'd be back to his old self. He internally scoffed, he couldn't even convince himself of that lie.

”f.u.c.king, Nole. He should have told us she'd spent time there. He may be a dumb b.a.s.t.a.r.d but he knows enough, and he would be well aware that this could start a storm of s.h.i.+t with Riot.” Razor always had his back.

”Nothing we can do differently now. She'll have to stay inside the compound boundaries at all times. I know, Shel, you were gonna pa.s.s the grocery shopping on to her while she was here, but it ain't goin' to happen. You'll have keep it up. Other than beat the p.i.s.s out of Nole Fletcher, there's not much else we can do until we know more. The s.h.i.+t she told us, if it's still accurate, is like the f.u.c.king golden goose taking a dump in our lap. This could all be a good thing. Guess we'll have wait and see.” Prez was right. As usual.

”s.h.i.+t, Tanya just texted saying Rod's sick. I'm gonna have go get him and take him home. Razor, could you show Nicole the kitchen and say I'll sort the rest with her tomorrow? She seemed comfortable around you. I've gotta go.” Shel stood up to leave.

”Sure. No problem. Besides she may need a hand!” He waggled his eyebrows and thrust his fingers suggestively.

Something in Duke exploded. ”You keep your f.u.c.king hand to yourself! I'll show her the f.u.c.king kitchen.” The mere idea of his brother getting to her first had him spitting.

”Okay, okay. I know the score, you saw her first. However, if you don't seal the deal tonight, all bets are off come morning. That's some quality p.u.s.s.y and I ain't gonna give any other brother the chance of a shot with her if she don't want your moody a.s.s.” His brothers started laughing, particularly Kick and Hollywood.

”f.u.c.k you! You stay the h.e.l.l away from Nicole, or I'll nail you to the f.u.c.king wall!” He couldn't stop the words firing from his mouth. He'd lost control. f.u.c.k. He had never threatened his brother unless they were joking around.

”He's right you know. Musketeers have already offered her a trial run.” Hollywood, added. He loved pulling a reaction out of Duke.

No way Duke would let her end up with those three's 'property of' rockers on her back. He stormed outside to get some air. s.h.i.+t, he'd completely lost it. What was the b.i.t.c.h doing to him? He was gutted that he'd lost it with Razor, the guy was his younger brother and they always had each others backs. It must have been hearing all that f.u.c.ked up s.h.i.+t that had happened to her that set him off. It had his mind turning over, and he was sure Nicole hadn't told them all of it.

He would bet every cent he owned that she'd have left out the worst stuff. After every reveal the need to pick her up, wrap her in his arms and protect her had increased. She'd barely looked at him though and he craved that connection. This b.i.t.c.h was old lady material and he'd got no intention of letting his brothers find out if they'd want to own her first. She was his. Where the f.u.c.k had that thought come from? s.h.i.+t, now he was scaring himself.

”Duke, what the f.u.c.king h.e.l.l was that? Jesus Christ! You soft on the b.i.t.c.h or something?” Razor had followed him.

”Nah, just need to get f.u.c.ked. Staring at her tight a.s.s and ripe t.i.ts most of the day has got me twitchin'.”

He knew every word he'd just spoken to his brother was pure bulls.h.i.+t. Usually no matter what a b.i.t.c.h looked like, once he'd dipped his d.i.c.k, all interest was gone for him, but he knew deep down that that didn't apply to Nicole. Sure, she's a f.u.c.king stunner, yet the more he learned and listened to her, the more she'd affected him. He knew if it was just her body he wouldn't have any reaction to the things she said, but he'd been gripped to every word. Every negative experience she'd described added to the burn building in his chest. He couldn't believe it'd only been a day since he'd first seen her face. f.u.c.k, a lot had happened today.

”Okay, Duke, I'd lock it up soon though. Plenty of brothers are gonna make a move through the night, you already know the Musketeers are quietly sizing her up and they're looking to own.” Razor was right.

Most brothers loved the freedom of being single. It gave them endless amounts of p.u.s.s.y, offered up freely for the taking. It never mattered where they were or what they were doing, they had no one to answer to other then their brothers. He knew heads had turned when Nicole came through the bar earlier, and like him, his brothers weren't stupid. They would lock on to a quality b.i.t.c.h like Nicole without giving their single lives a second glance.

They could all go f.u.c.k themselves. No way were they touching what he thought of as his, and Nicole was going to be his. His decision solidified in his mind; talk about his crazy mind taking him through a complete one-eighty. He'd be saying goodbye to plenty of p.u.s.s.y, but he knew with every fibre of his being he'd regret not locking down Nicole, and there was zero chance of him putting up with her being with someone else. Blood would be shed. He had enough regrets, he didn't want another added to the list.

A finger nail dragged down his bicep, snapping Duke back into himself. Helen sauntered around to his front and tried to wrap her arms around his waist. He'd been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't heard her approach. That was a first. He held her shoulders and pushed her away, putting plenty of distance between them. He glanced over to the bar to make sure Nicole hadn't seen her touch him. Helen was not going to f.u.c.k this up for him. She saw him look towards Nicole. She grabbed onto his arm, digging her nails in.

”No way are you pus.h.i.+ng me off for that ugly c.u.n.t in there! That weird f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h ain't touching this c.o.c.k!” She tried palming his d.i.c.k through his jeans with her free hand. Duke slapped it away. Time to cut the s.h.i.+t. This b.i.t.c.h needed cutting down to size.

”I don't know how you think you can get off telling me where I can stick my d.i.c.k! Your used up, loose p.u.s.s.y ain't anything special. You're a crazy f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h! You ain't my old lady and never had a chance to be, so f.u.c.k off before I make you leave - permanently.”