SAVAGE HEART (Layne & Shelby Book Two) (A Devil Call MC Book) (6 page)

9.

(Shelby)

“
Where
’
s your Daddy at, little girl?
”

“
What
do you want?
”
I asked.

“
Hey,
hey. Show some respect. At least for the suit.
”
The man tugged at his suit jacket.
“
Answer
my fucking question, little girl. Or maybe I
’
ll
have my guys behind the car come get you. Rough you up a little. You want that?
I bet you do. I bet you
’
d
like it. You little fucking minx.
”

He reached into the car and tried
to touch my cheek. I slapped his hand away.

“
Get
away,
”
I said.
“
Who are you?
”

“
Daddy
inside that trailer, huh? Man, did he fall hard. The sad part is, he
’
s probably watching right now.
Shitting his pants. Holding his rifle like it was his dick. He wants to shoot
me. Hell, maybe he wants to shoot you. That would help.
”

My heart was pounding hard. I
wished I would have stayed with the dogs back at the clubhouse. I had no
business leaving, like Layne said. Goddamn him for being right all the time.
Goddamn him for wanting to protect me, even if he couldn
’
t be honest with me.

Maybe this was why.

Maybe it all made sense.

Now I just needed to leave.

“
Look,
little girl, I
’
m not here
to hurt you. At least this time.
”

I looked at the guy. He was smooth.
Kind of ugly though, but the suit gave him an aura of power and money. There
was death hidden in his eyes. He had killed people. And he was staring right
down at me.

“
You
don
’
t look older than me,
”
I said.
“
Stop calling me little girl.
”

“
What
if I told you we
’
ve met
before?
”

I swallowed hard.
“
What?
”

“
You
and me, little girl. Playing in the yard. Right before Sunday dinner. The best
goddamn lasagna you ever had.
”

I jogged through my memory but
couldn
’
t pick anything up.

The guy smiled.

He leaned down and nodded.
“
It
’
s
okay, little girl. I wouldn
’
t
have remembered me then. I ate too many meatballs and started to look like one.
Then I went on my first ride. Nobody knew I was there. I watched my uncle stab
a man to death. I
’
ll never
forget it. The sound of the knife cutting into his skin, scratching against
bone. That
’
s when I knew. I
was meant for that. But don
’
t
worry, I
’
m not going to
stab you.
”

“
Then
what do you want?
”

“
The
enjoyment of all this. This nice town. So wide open. Imagine what I can do to
it.
”

“
What
are you some kind of business guy?
”
I asked.

“
Yeah.
That
’
s exactly what I am.
”

I slowly moved my hand to the
right. I started to press on the shifter, knowing if I could do it right, I
could speed away. I have been around long enough to know when not to trust a
situation. This was one of those times. If I lingered and talked to this guy I
was going to end up dead. Or kidnapped.

Christ.

If this guy took me, he could use
me as bait for Layne and Devil Call MC.

I had really fucked up big time.

Then again, would Layne even give a
shit if I was kidnapped? If it came down to him choosing between saving me and
saving the MC, what would he do?

My thumb had the button engaged. I
just need to press the brake, pull down to drive, and then go wild.

“
You
’
re not going to get away from
me, little girl. From us. Take your leather cuts and your boyfriend
’
s fat dick
…
enjoy it while you can.
”

I looked at the guy.
“
Who are you?
”

“
You
really don
’
t remember me. I
’
m Nicolas, little girl. We
played twice together. Just twice. Then I grew up fast. Kind of like you did.
Let me give you something to take with you. Nobody loves you. Nobody cares
about you. Nobody ever has or ever will. I
’
m
not sorry for that.
”

Something inside me snapped.

I spit in Nicholas
’
face.

I hit the brake, pulled the
shifter, then slammed on the gas. The back of the car sliced left to right,
dirt and rocks kicking all over. My car flew forward. I screamed and cut the
wheel to the right. The car spun and I straightened the wheel. I checked my
mirrors and saw a cloud of dust.

My car flew forward and I regained
control. I didn
’
t let off
the gas pedal at all. Each time I looked in the mirror I saw Nicholas standing
there with his guys. They weren
’
t
rushing to get into their car and chase me. They just stood there and watched
me.

I was shaking to the point where I
screamed. I had no tears. I couldn
’
t
cry. I couldn
’
t freak the
hell out and call Layne either. I could only scream. The scream came from deep
within my chest, my heart, my soul.

Because I was as scared as I could
ever remember in my entire life. Even more than when I believed a monster lived
in my closet.

Right then, I realized a couple
things.

First, monsters were real.

Second, so was the mafia.

And they knew me.

10.

(Layne)

“
Fucking
Christ, babe,
”
I yelled and
slapped at the bitch
’
s
hand.

The gun fell out of her hand to the
ground. I lunged forward, tackling the bitch to the ground. Not because I
wanted to hurt her, but because I knew the little fucking gun was going to
throw a bullet when it hit the ground.

Which it did.

The bullet pinged a wall and the entire
clubhouse was silent.

Except for me breathing.

The bitch stared at me.
“
Well, this is nice. A big, thick
biker on me. I like it.
”

“
What
the fuck,
”
I growled and
put my hands to the ground.

I pushed up and the bitch wrapped
her arms around my neck.
“
Hey.
Sorry about the gun thing. I
’
ll
let you get one for free.
”

“
Get
one
…
get the fuck away from
me.
”

I scrambled to my feet and felt
like kicking the bitch. She sat up and put her hand out for me. Now that I wasn
’
t facing a fucking gun, I was
able to look at her. Focus on her. She wore a low cut black shirt with big tits
pouring from the top. Her blonde hair was pulled back and red pouty lips were
looking at me with lethal intentions. She had bright blue eyes and everything
that screamed of naughty innocence.

I figured it was some stripper
looking for protection.

I helped her up and she tried
stumbling toward me. I moved to the side and guided her to the bar.

“
You
hurt Ransom?
”
I asked.

“
Fuck
yeah,
”
she said.

“
My
prospects at the gates?
”

“
Sprayed
them with pepper spray.
”

“
The
motorcycles?
”

“
Kicked
the fucking things over.
”

“
And
then you barged into my clubhouse, with a gun.
”

“
Basically.
”

I made fists. After the fucking day
I
’
d had, this was the last
thing I needed.

“
What
did you do to Ransom?
”

“
Grabbed
his balls as hard as I could and twisted.
”

“
So
that explains why he couldn
’
t
stand up and talk.
”

“
He
’
ll be sore for a while. I know
what I
’
m doing down there.
”

“
You
have experience twisting guys
’
balls?
”

“
When
they ask. And pay. Sure.
”

“
Pay?
”
I rolled my eyes.
“
Motherfucker.
”

“
Name
’
s Jessa. And your boy out there
owes me four grand.
”

I laughed.
“
Squeezing his balls isn
’
t going to make quarters and dimes fall out, babe.
”

“
I
’
m not looking for quarters and
dimes,
”
Jess said.
“
I want it right now.
”

“
I
don
’
t carry that kind of
cash around,
”
I said.

“
Then
I
’
ll wait. Can I get a
drink at least?
”

I stuck my fingers in my mouth and
whistled. Two prospects came out of the kitchen.

I pointed to Jessa.
“
Get her a beer. Get me one too.
Now.
”

For whatever reason I was
completely intrigued.

“
Are
you alone?
”
I asked.

“
Yeah.
But if I don
’
t take my cash
back, I
’
ll be in trouble.
”

“
You
’
re a fucking hooker?
”

“
I
would prefer the word escort.
”

“
You
kickback to a guy?
”

“
It
’
s not a kickback. It
’
s business expenses. If I don
’
t pay my bills, I get in
trouble.
”

“
He
hurt you?
”

“
He
can.
”

“
Has
he?
”

“
What
’
s it matter to you?
”

I took a drink of beer. I put the
bottle down. I put a hand to the small space on the barstool where Jessa wasn
’
t sitting. I put my mouth close
to her ear.
“
Let me look at
this way. You fucking busted through my gates. You attacked my prospects. You
damaged my property. You hurt one of my patched in members. You broke into my
clubhouse. You put a gun to my head. And now you
’
re
drinking a beer at my bar. If anything you should have a bullet in your fucking
head.
”

“
I
’
d prefer a cock inside me.
Yours.
”

“
I
can
’
t afford four large for
pussy.
”

“
Ransom
has a tab going,
”
Jessa
said.
“
And I
’
m calling it.
”

“
A
tab?
”

“
He
used the club
’
s name for
good measure. This is over a few months time.
”

“
You
’
ve been fucking him for free for
that long?
”

“
He
’
s been fucking me,
”
Jessa said.
“
We really aren
’
t supposed to talk about what
clients want. But Ransom just wants me to bend over and take it. That, and hand
jobs. He loves those. Weird.
”

For some reason, damn me, I felt
myself getting angry. I imagined Ransom walking into some escort service,
wearing his leather cut, demanding pussy at a discount because he was a Devil
Call MC member. And then doing that
…
he asks for some bitch to stroke his cock until he goes?

“
You
look pissed, Layne,
”
Jessa
said.

“
I
am. You
’
re not leaving with
four thousand. Sorry, babe.
”

“
Then
I
’
ll call my guy.
”

“
Are
you fucking threatening me?
”
I asked.

“
I
told you
…”

I grabbed my beer bottle and
smashed it off the bar. I put the jagged edge to Jessa
’
s neck and gritted my teeth.
“
If you
’
re going to threaten me, do it fucking right. Get
the fuck out of my clubhouse, whore.
”

“
Don
’
t act like you don
’
t want it,
”
Jessa said.
“
You
’
re jealous. I can see it in your eyes. You can hold
a knife to my throat when you fuck me. I
’
m
okay with that.
”

“
I
will never fuck you, babe.
”
I took the glass away from her neck. I got her gun off the floor and handed it
to her.
“
Either shoot me or
get out.
”

“
Maybe
I
’
ll go shoot Ransom then.
”

“
Be
my guest,
”
I said with a
grin.

Jessa walked to the door and opened
it. She looked back at me.
“
Four
grand is a lot in my world.
”

“
Tell
you what. Tell your guy you had a meeting with me. We
’
ll work it out.
”

“
In
the meantime, I
’
m broke.
”

I reached into my pocket and
grabbed some cash. Probably a hundred bucks, if that. I took it to Jessa and
opened her hand.

“
Here,
”
I said.
“
Now I
’
ll
be broke.
”

“
Is
this a down payment?
”

“
It
’
s not that much.
”

“
For
you, you don
’
t need to pay
all that much.
”

It shouldn
’
t have happened, but my cock throbbed in my pants.
After all, I was a man. And Jessa liked to fuck. She liked to do anything, for
the right price.

“
Get
out,
”
I said.

I
’
d
done enough trouble seeking temptation since coming to Oakville.

I watched as Jessa walked away. Her
ass filled her jeans tight. Not as nice as Shelby
’
s
though.

Fucking Shelby.

I cringed at the thought that I
still had to track down her mother and kill her.

Jessa walked to Ransom, who was
sitting on his ass. She then lifted her shirt and stood there for a second.

Ransom
’
s eyes went wide.

“
Goddamn,
”
I whispered.

Jessa kneed Ransom in the nose and
kept walking.

The prospects she had sprayed in
the face were standing there, waiting for her. They let her out and then shut
the gates.

Ransom looked at me, blood dripping
from his nose.

That
’
s
when I made my move.

I approached him slowly, watching a
look of shame spread across his face. He offered his hand and I lifted him up
to his feet.

I put my hand to his throat and
squeezed.
“
You
motherfucker. I asked if anyone had debts.
”

“
It
’
s pussy,
”
he said in a weak voice.

His face was turning red.

“
And
pussy has power behind it. She
’
s
got a guy she reports to.
”

“
He
’
s a fucking punk.
”

“
I
don
’
t care. I asked if
anyone owed
…”

“
Christ,
I
’
m sorry.
”

“
Yeah,
you
’
re real fucking sorry.
You
’
re four grand in debt
to pussy? We get all we want here. Fuck.
”

“
It
’
s different with her,
”
Ransom said.
“
It
’
s
just different.
”

I started to squeeze harder on
Ransom
’
s throat. I wanted
to kill him. I really did. I thought about it too. Send a clear message to
anyone else in the club that might have been hiding something from me.

Then my cell started to ring. I
checked and saw it was Jet calling.

“
What?
”
I yelled into the phone.

“
Prez,
it
’
s bad! Shelby
’
s on the run right now.
Something has her
…”

I let Ransom go. He fell to the
ground, coughing. I looked around and realized Shelby
’
s car was fucking missing. I ran into the clubhouse
and kicked open her door. The room was empty. My room was empty.

“
Fuck,
”
I whispered.

I hurried back outside and went for
my motorcycle.

“
What
the fuck is happening?
”
Finn asked me.

“
I
have to go find Shelby. Everyone else stay here. Guard the gates.
”

If Shelby was going to keep this
shit up, then a woman like Jessa would keep looking more and more fucking
tempting.