Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1 (10 page)

It’s the best fucking day I can remember having. I left Beth sleeping in my bed after fucking her again. Jesus, I’ve gotten lost in her body so much the last two days that my dick should be completely withered away. Instead, the fucker is still half hard.

Finally, I’m getting a meeting with the Donahues. I thought they were going to continue ignoring me and I couldn’t let that pass. Word had come this morning. They planned a meeting at Paradise Ridge near Lookout Mountain, which is actually in Tennessee. I hated leaving Beth, but with any luck, I’ll get this shit done and be back home to her before she wakes up. I left her worn out. The thought of the orgasms I’d wrung from her body over and over makes me smile. Her innocence calls to me. I’m a hard fucking man; there’s an animal underneath the calm demeanor I show the world. Very few have seen it, and even less have survived to tell about it. I let shit go until I hit my limit. Beth somehow tempts the animal in me. It’s almost as if he can smell her blood and is primed for the hunt, but then her touch soothes us both. She’s the first woman who I could ever see myself with and not grow bored. If I feel this strongly after two days, what the fuck will it be like when I’m with her longer?

I left Beast in charge of Beth’s protection. I know she’ll be okay, but I can’t deny I will not be resting easy until I’m with her again. Her protection is mine to keep.
She
is mine. It was no coincidence though that I left the one patched-in member of the club who has a steady old lady to watch over her. I look over at the cocky look on Torch’s face as we pull up in the parking lot and, yeah, I know it’s fucked up, but I’m not about to let the fucker anywhere near my girl.

We all park our bikes and wait. I had a couple members go ahead to make sure we weren’t walking into a trap. I also called in a marker, and I see him coming now. 

Diesel walks toward me, his long lanky legs eating up the pavement. I tried like hell not to like the son of a bitch, but I can’t. He’s the president of a club in Tennessee called the Savage Brothers. They have a chapter in Kentucky, Florida, Ohio, and several other states. I’ve not had any dealings with any of them besides Diesel. There’s been rumors that the president of the Kentucky branch is a fucking hothead. I hear he goes by the name Dragon. Hopefully calling my marker in with Diesel won’t require me dealing with any of the others. I’d like to keep this as contained as possible.

Diesel and I shake hands. He claps my shoulder and I do the same.

“How are you, you sorry son of a bitch?” he asks. In some ways he reminds me of Torch, but life has been hard on Diesel. There’s a story in his eyes. Then again, none of us became leaders without having it hard. It’s what tests us to see if we can survive the fire.

“Diesel. I see you haven’t changed, hombre. You ever going to cut that shit on your head?” I ask, motioning to the pile of hair messily trapped on top of his head. It’s an old joke between us.

He flips me off in response, then asks, “You ready for this shit?”

“Ready as I will ever be. Are they here?”

This was a big marker. Diesel and his crew are a neutral host. They make sure I’m not walking into a trap, and I get my meeting. Hopefully we all get out of here without bloodshed.

“That they are,
ese
. I don’t know what you did to piss Colin off, but I’d tread carefully.”

“I wish to fuck I knew, too. That’s what today is about. Let’s get this shit done. I got a woman waiting for me.”

“You always have a woman waiting for you,” Diesel responds.

“Not like this one. This one’s special.”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting all bent out of shape over a woman,” he says, shaking his head.

“I tell you, she’s special.”

“She got a golden snatch or something?”

I laugh at his words, but in a way he’s not wrong.
Tengo miedo han sido capturados. Nunca dejar ir.
That’s what I told Beth, and I was serious. Roughly translated, it means:
I am afraid I have been captured. Never let go.
I don’t want her to. I like knowing that she has had no other man before me, that I stretched her to fit only my cock, that the blood of her innocence was on me, that I
claimed
it. It’s
mine
. Fuck, I don’t care if it’s only been a matter of weeks or that she’s only been in my bed two days. I’m claiming her and by God I’m keeping her.

“Skull?” Diesel prompts me. We’re walking through the door of the local lodge’s restaurant. It’s shut down thanks to Diesel and his crew.  Inside, I see Colin Donahue sitting at a table with two of his main henchmen. I guess he didn’t feel the need to have big brother with him today. That’s not fucking good. I hate dealing with the Donahues in general, but Colin is the most miserable fucker ever born. He’s worse than his fucking father Edmund ever was—and that is saying something.

I motion to Torch and Sabre to stay at my six and remain standing, then I sit down at the table with the Devil himself. 

Time to get this party started.

“Skull, you in here?” I hear Torch in the distance. I mumble and dig further under the covers. My body is sore from the workout that Skull gave me last night, and I’m worn out because it was so late when we returned from the lake.

Tonight will be my last night with Skull. I’m praying the memories we’ve made will be enough to help me survive life without him.

Skull squeezes me and I smile without opening my eyes or acknowledging him. Since I’ve been seeing him, he’s always touching or hugging me. He does it even more since I’ve been here. He kisses the top of my head, then I feel the bed shift as he gets up.

“Quiet, asshole, Beth’s sleeping.”

“Sorry, Boss. We got word this morning. Colin wants to meet at the Ridge.”

“Did you tell Diesel?”

“Yeah, he set it up, just like you wanted. We need to head out now.”

“Okay. Get our best men together. Beast stays to watch over Beth. I want him making sure she’s safe and doesn’t leave, got it?” 

“I’ll tell him now.”

My body freezes as I hear the conversation. All signs of sleep are gone. I’m wide awake now and halfway into a panic attack. It takes all I have to keep my breathing even. I can’t let Skull know that I heard them. Inside, I’m filled with panic and despair. I won’t get one more night with Skull. The pain hits me so hard it robs me of breath. I keep my eyes closed tight and try to tune out the sounds of Skull getting dressed. I try to still the heavy beating of my heart as he leans on the bed behind me to kiss the top of my head.

“
Mi cielo
… I will return soon to you. I miss you too much to stay away too long,” he whispers, and I block out the pain the words cause. The last two days and nights with Skull have been so wonderful that I’ve tried to convince myself there was a way for this to work out. After hearing this conversation, all my hopes die.

I manage to keep it bottled up until Skull closes the door. I sit up in bed the minute he’s gone. I count to twenty in silence as the tears run down my face. When I think I’m in the clear, I allow my sobs to take over. My cries echo in the room as I accept that this is the end. I don’t know how long I cry, but I make myself stop. I need to figure a way to get out of here.

Skull left Beast in charge of me, which means I need to figure out a way to distract him. Sadly, for Beast at least, I think I know how to do just that. I get up and try to use makeup to cover up the damage the tears caused. Then, I head to the kitchen, praying luck is on my side.

When I make it to the kitchen, Jan’s there with one of the club girls that I heard Torch call Carla. They look at me with that barely disguised hate that I’m coming to expect from them.

They should be glad to help me leave.

“I figured Skull would have grown tired of your pussy by now,” says Carla with a sneer. “He doesn’t usually do repeats.”

“Actually, I need to leave,” I respond, keeping the pain out of my voice; I can’t afford to show any weakness.

“Oh, poor thing. Did Skull kick your ass out?” Jan speaks up. Not for the first time, I think of what a bitch she is. From everything I’ve seen of Beast, he’s a great guy. I don’t understand how he got saddled with
her
.

“I just need to go home, but I need help.”

“What the fuck for?” Carla asks.

“I need someone to distract, Beast. Skull has him watching me. I need him occupied so I can get away. I thought you might be able to help with that,” I tell Jan, waiting for her response.

“What’s in it for me?” she asks, her greed evident in her words and the way she watches me.

“Fifty dollars?”

I wait for her answer. I’ve only been here a couple of days and Skull’s been keeping me busy, but even I have heard of Jan’s problem. She’s addicted to coke. It’s not my place to worry, but I feel bad for Beast.

“It’s going to cost more than a fifty to do what you’re asking. Fucker won’t ignore an order given to him by Skull. I’ll have to suck his dick to even stand a chance.”

“I’ll suck his cock for a fifty,” says Carla.

“Damn fucker won’t let you. He hasn’t been with another woman since he put a fucking ring on my finger. Shit, I leave just to get a break from giving him pussy. Drives me fucking crazy. He’s the most boring fuck around.”

I wince, feeling bad for Beast. I wish he could see what a bitch he’s hooked up with. I may not know him that well, but no man deserves to put up with this kind of stuff.

“So, how much?” I ask, anxious to end this conversation.

“A hundred.”

Guilt hits me as I hand her the money. I know it will go for drugs. Still, I try and justify it by admitting that if I don’t get away, no one will survive. Colin won’t quit until he makes sure of that.

“I’ll be going in there in ten minutes. You better do what you have to do because I’m not about to make sure you’re gone to finish him off.”

She’s just so freaking sweet,
I think to myself. I listen as she gives me directions on how to get out of here and exactly what she will arrange, then hurry towards Skull’s room, desperate to get away from her.

“Everything okay, Beth?” asks Beast, and I come to a stop right before I can make my escape. 

“Sure,” I say, trying to avoid eye contact. “Why do you ask?”

“Just checking. Skull and the boys will be back late this evening.”

“Yeah, he told me. Hey, Beast?”

“What’s up?”

“You’re a nice guy, you know. I mean… I don’t know you that well, but I can tell.” I feel my cheeks flushing.

“Uh… thanks, Beth.”

“Sure. Anytime. I… better go and take a bath. You can’t be too clean, you know.”

He grins. It’s a stiff grin, but a grin nonetheless. I’m being an idiot. It’s a wonder he’s not laughing and making fun of me.

“Bye, Beth.”

“Yeah. Bye, Beast. I really enjoyed talking with you and meeting you. You know. Just… everything.”

He does laugh a little this time, and why wouldn’t he? I sound loony. I just feel guilty that Jan’s been talking about him the way she has and that I’m using it to my advantage. I wish I could tell him all about Jan, but I can’t.

“Talk to you at dinner, Beth.”

“Yeah, sure, okay,” I tell him, opening the door to Skull’s room and needing to get away before I break down and tell him everything I’m planning.

I grab my backpack and sit on the bed, trying to calm my nerves. I only had two days with Skull as his, but they were the best two days I’ve ever had in my life. The weeks I spent meeting Skull at the coffee shop and then here at his club are memories I shall take with me to survive the rest of my life.

I get off the bed and crack Skull’s door and wait. When I hear Beast’s moans of pleasures, I sneak into the large hall bathroom. Jan said she’d have Marker, one of the new prospects who was in charge of monitoring the back of the building, wait for me and get me out of here. I wonder if Skull knows how shitty some of the people he keeps in his compound are.

It takes some prying and a lot of cursing, but I manage to get the bathroom window open and shimmy out of it. My plan was to hold onto the ledge and then jump down, but my hands slip and I fall to the ground with a hard thump. It jars me and knocks the breath out of my lungs. I have to sit on the ground for a couple of minutes before I can continue. I stand up and find my legs weak, though I think it has more to do with nerves than from falling. I look up and there’s a large man wearing a black leather cut just like Skull’s. The only exception is there’s no name or designation on it. It’s blank.

“You Skull’s whore?”

I wince. I want to argue, but I bite my tongue. Is it so far from the truth, really?  Do I even care? Truth is, I would give myself to Skull over and over if I had the chance. It wouldn’t even be a question.

“I’m Beth,” I tell him.

“Whatever, follow me. I’m getting your ass out of here before one of the other men can catch me. You get caught, you never saw me. Got it?”

“Got it.”

I take a breath and follow him. It takes all I have not to look back or run back to Skull’s room and wait for him.