Read Finding Charity: Red Devils M.C. Online
Authors: Michelle Woods
She was far from helpless. She’d been raised by bikers for fucks sake. He needed to realize that she wasn’t going to put up with him acting like her father anymore. She was a woman and the man needed to realize this. She sighed, shit she was tired. She had been driving for three days only stopping to sleep for a few hours. She had known that her brother had sent someone to look for her. She just hadn’t thought they could find her, it must be Tick. He was the only one that would be able to find the trail.
She wanted to scream. She had been sure that they wouldn’t send him after her. He was still half mad from the loss of his wife two years ago. She knew that since her death he had not been the same. She could understand, she had loved Vivi. She was always the life of every event, and every one of them felt her loss. Looking out the windshield she decided to drive to Fayetteville which was about a two day drive. There she would get a hotel. Turning down the road, she was sure that he wouldn’t think to look for her there. After all it would put her three days behind on her journey.
Tick felt the tumblers click into place. He almost crowed in triumph. Only the thought that it would warn her he was coming kept him from doing it. He swung the door open looking into the room. The full moon and the two lights in the parking lot illuminated the room. Casting an almost angelic glow over the woman on the bed. Her blonde hair was spread out across the pillows with her hands resting under her cheek. She looked so peaceful, his cock jumped in his pants. Throbbing with need, damn he must need to get laid badly if the sight of a woman’s hair across the pillows made him this hard, he thought.
It was too bad the little brat was off limits, she was pretty enough that he might enjoy fucking her if she wasn’t Trick’s little sister. Hell he was not going down that road. The only way fucking her would end was with Trick’s pistol in his face while Preach married them. That was not anything he wanted a part of.
He stepped into the room letting go of the door not realizing it was on a spring. It snapped closed with a loud bang. Shit he should have checked before he let it go, he thought, seeing Charity blink and sit up. Her golden hair fell around her shoulders, one side of the oversized shirt she wore slid off her creamy shoulder. Her lips were puffy from sleep, her breasts were pressed against the thin material, her nipples clearly outlined and her eyes were slightly closed. Giving her the appearance of a woman who had just been well fucked. His unruly cock let him know that it had been too long since he had sought out a sweetbutt with another hard throb of need.
Smiling, he whispered, “Gotcha, baby girl.”
He almost laughed at the expression that overtook her face then. Yeah, now she was fucking pissed. The sour look on her face took away some of the sexiness that had made his hard cock stand at attention, which was damned good, seeing as it wasn’t getting any pussy tonight.
Charity had arrived at the hotel in Fayetteville exhausted. She had driven for two days straight without stopping. She had planned to sleep for about two hours, but could tell from the darkness in the room that she had slept much longer than she had meant to. She certainly had not expected him to find her so quickly. How had the man managed that? She wondered, sitting up. She stared at the man who stood in the rays of the moon, which fell across his face. Her heart pounding.
She had not expected to think he was hot, but damn was Tick hot. His dark hair and his heavy build did not match his almost angelic face. His lips made her think of passionate kisses and hot summer nights filled with lustful cries of pleasure. Only she knew that he would never even get near her because of her brother. Which was the story of her life. She heard his snide ‘gotcha’ then the light was snapped on.
“Fuck” Charity muttered, her hand moved under the pillow next to her seeking the stun gun. She almost sighed in relief when her hand closed over the cold metal of the taser.
“Who the hell are you?” She demanded, although she already knew.
“Your brother sent me.” He grinned, then took a step towards the bed. That snide grin made her feel better about what she was about to do to him. She watched the asshat leaned back against the dresser, smirking. Yeah, she hated her brothers club. It was filled with a bunch of arrogant dickheads. They thought that a women couldn’t take care of themselves without their help. Ha, she was willing to take the dickhead down a peg or two, she thought. Too bad she couldn’t be here to see his face when he finally woke up.
He stood up taking a step towards her. She grabbed the pillow, throwing it at his smug face. She raised the taser, aiming for his stomach. Annie had warned her not to shoot too close to anyone’s heart. The modified shock could stop his heart if it was too close. She was trying to get away from him, not kill him. She pulled the trigger, wincing in sympathy when it landed near his groin.
Tick almost laughed when the pillow was thrown at his face. Did she really think that was going to stop him, he thought. “Aww...sweetheart that’s not going to keep me from…” Suddenly he was lit up. He felt like his whole body had been lit on fire from his groin.
“What the fuc-…”He got out just before darkness overtook him and he collapsed onto the floor.
Shit, Charity thought. That had looked really fucking painful. She got off the bed walking toward where he had fell cautiously. Annie had told her that the taser could take down a man Tank’s size, but she was still unsure if it had worked. She checked for a pulse and was grateful he had one. She shoved him over onto his back and looked at the prongs of the taser. Fuck, she really had hit him in the groin. She hoped she hadn’t fried his dick. A man who looked like him shouldn’t have a useless dick. It would be a disservice to women everywhere if that happened.
She pulled the prongs out with another grimace. She hit the retract button on the gun, which pulled the prongs back in. She looked down at him feeling a bit guilty about having shot him in the groin. She really wished that she hadn’t had to shoot him, but she knew the Red Devils. You could not reason with a Devil when they were on club business. You were wasting your time if you bothered to try. She racked her brain for a way to keep him from coming after her.
Charity knew tying him up would be useless. All the man had to do was find a way out of the ropes then he was on his way again. She needed something that would take a bit of time to solve. Then she looked at the way his shirt was pulled up, hummm. Yeah, that would work, she thought. Smiling, she reached for his zipper. She quickly removed his pants. She was a bit shocked to find that he went commando when she pulled them down. His dick was rather impressive considering that she had just shrunk his balls with a shit ton of electricity.
She finished removing his clothes. Pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, she dropped it beside him. She didn’t want the man to starve. She checked the other pocket finding the keys to his bike. She walked outside finding his bike. Using his keys to open his hard case saddle bags. She searched through the bags taking the two pair of boxers, a pair of jeans, and another shirt out then locked the bags back carrying the clothes inside the hotel room.
She shoved the clothes into her own bag and looked at him lying on the floor naked. Too bad she couldn’t take pictures, she thought with a snort of laughter. She would get a kick out of showing her brother his lackey. She looked again at the awkward sprawl of his arms and legs feeling a bit guilty again. She gathered the rest of her things putting them into her bag. Picking it up, she took one last look around the room before dropping his keys on his abdomen. Shit, the man was sexy, she thought. Locking the door behind her, she walked away headed towards her car.
She was still feeling guilty for just leaving the poor man there, naked, with only a bit of cash hours later when she stopped for coffee. She was actually well rested and she needed to make up some time. She’d slept for about six hours so she’d be good for at least another ten hours. She got her coffee and headed towards her new life. She was ready to finally be able to live her life without her brother’s constant interference. She knew he meant well, but after years of him acting that way she was sick to death of it. She just wanted to find a life outside of the Red Devils MC because as long as she was constantly shadowed by them she’d never be able to live her life.
Charity heard a clicking sound, like metal rubbing against metal that urged her awake. She opened her eyes reluctantly while moving her hand to brush her hair from her face. Only her hand was stopped. What the hell? She tossed her head moving her hair from her eyes, and the sight that greeted her made her groan. Shit, Tick was smiling at her from where he stood over the bed.
“Ah, awake are you, baby girl?” He snidely asked.
“What the hell is going on?” She demanded. Jerking on her arm, which she discovered were cuffed to the bed. She turned her head glaring at the fuzzy cuffs she was now wearing.
“Oh, guess you didn’t realize that Fayetteville has a really nice sex shop, with all kinds of kinky shit.” The man gleefully stated. “I win, you little witch!” Tick wanted to laugh at the expression on her face. Damned woman was lucky he hadn’t killed her. She had fucking unmanned him, and then to make matters worse she had left him naked in a hotel room. He had awakened hours later with his cock aching, and not in a good way, and his bare ass hanging out. He had managed to grab the sheet off the bed and found a maid who went to get him some clothes.
He’d been headed out of town when he’d seen the sex shop. He’d suddenly been struck by the idea of cuffing the little hellion to the bed. He was done playing with her. She was coming with him and that was not negotiable.
“Asshole! Take these cuffs off me!” She bellowed, angrily.
“Ha, that’s not happening, baby girl. I need to go out for a bit and get rid of that hunk of junk you bought, so be a good girl while I’m gone.” He chuckled as he moved towards the door. “Oops, almost forgot.” He turned back moving to her side. She looked up at him as he leaned close, his face hovering above hers. She felt her breath catch a bit, then his hand slipped under the pillow pulling out the taser.
He stood and walked to the door, “Later.” He called.
Then he left her cuffed to the bed staring after him in anger. How dare he leave her cuffed to the bed. That freaking asshole. She hated him. He was a dick, at least she’d felt bad for the last two days after what she’d done to him. He had thought leaving her here was funny. Dick! How the hell had the man found her anyway, she wondered. She had been even more careful after the incident in Fayetteville. She was pissed as hell.
She was literally a day’s drive from her destination. She knew that unless she found a way out of these cuffs she wasn’t going to get to live that life she’d planned. Looking at the table next to the bed, she saw the bobby pins she’d left there last night. If she could just get one to her mouth, she could get these cuffs off, and then she would be home free. She kicked the covers off then used her foot to try and reach the table.
After three unsuccessful tries, she angled her body almost falling off the bed. This was uncomfortable, she thought. Her right wrist pulled hard, and the pain made her want to moan. She didn’t, she just moved her foot knocking over half the pins to the floor. Damn, she needed to get one. She got one between her toes, finally, and began moving her foot towards her mouth. The door slammed back into the wall. Tick walked back in.
“Someone’s been naughty I see.” He grumbled, walking to the bed he plucked her treasure from between her toes. Then slid the rest of them into his pocket making her glare at him. “Don’t make me spank you.”
He lifted her back onto the bed. Avoiding the foot she tried to kick him with.
“Asshole!” She screeched, wanting to hit him over the head with a baseball bat.
“Be good.” He glared at her shaking his finger at her. “I’m going to take a shower. Then I will grab something to eat. Be nice and I might get you something too.” He walked towards the bathroom, whistling.
“Errrr…you’re such a dick!” She screamed after his retreating form.
He turned glaring at her, “And whose fault is that? You’re the one who almost broke my dick with that damned taser. Damned thing is still sore as fuck.” He growled, angrily.
“You deserved it, dickhead.”
“Don’t make me gag you, baby girl.” He told her as he moved into the bathroom shutting the door with a snap.
She wanted to cry, but she refused to give the man the satisfaction of seeing it. She hated him so much. Why couldn’t he have just run back to Trick with his tail tucked between his legs? Why did he have to keep coming after her, damn it! This sucks.
He walked back into the room after his shower. He was wearing the jeans she had taken from his saddle bags. They were his favorite pair, and the little hellion had taken them. He needed to go and get them something to eat, but he didn’t trust her not to start screaming for help. Fuck, he really was going to have to gag her. He found a shirt in her bag that he began ripping into strips with his knife.
“What the hell are you doing?” She asked, glaring at him.
“I need to get us something to eat, and you need to be quiet.” Tick took the cloth strips he’d made over to the bed. “Sorry ‘bout this, baby girl.”
“Sorry for wh-…” Charity was gaged with her own shirt. She hated him! She tried to kick him when he moved away from her.