Corrupted (11 page)

Everyone is running around the club like chickens with their heads cut off today. Even Jordan is nervous. Apparently their vice president, Viper, is coming back. He’s been in jail and is getting out today. Viper was the one that sponsored Jordan in and went to jail on a few different charges a couple months before I found the club. Jordan said that he was his mentor and if it weren’t for him, he might not have made it into the club.

The bedroom door opens and Jordan walks in holding something behind his back. “Hey there, sexy.”

I smile at him as he walks over to me. We have been going back and forth between his house and the club depending on whether he needs to be out on a run or not. He just got back from one last night, Pres wanted to make sure all the brothers were here to greet Viper when he got out. “Hey, what are you hiding?”

I try to peek around his back but his frame is too big and it’s useless. “I have been trying to get one of these on you for years. I wanted to have it for you a week ago when I claimed you but the damn delivery was delayed.” He leans down kissing me and I wrap my arms around his neck. When he pulls away, he brings out a black leather jacket from behind his back. There is white stitching on the back that says, “Property of Death Stalkers MC” under it is also stitched “Whip.”

A huge smile breaks out across my face as I snatch it from his hands quickly putting it on and looking in the full-length mirror behind me.

“And I thought you couldn’t get sexier.” Jordan whispers in my ear. “If Viper wasn’t due in a few minutes I would fuck you right here in that and only that.” My insides clench at his words. “That will just have to wait until later though.” His hand snakes around cupping me roughly, his fingers putting pressure in all the right circles. Even through my jeans, it feels fantastic. I lean against his chest, wanting more. “I know you’re ready for me. I bet your panties are soaking wet. I want you to think of my dick all day, think of my hands, my tongue, think of how they all feel inside of you. When I take you later, I want you to be so damn ready that one flick of my finger sends you soaring.” Jesus Christ. I’m ready to blow now.

If anything gets me it is definitely Jordan’s dirty mouth. He steps away from me and I fall back onto the bed. My breathing is labored and I gaze up at him, lust present in my eyes. As innocent as I was when I came here, Jordan has definitely fully corrupted every inch of my soul.

“C’mon, Sweets, that is if you can walk.” He winks at me before laughing and walking out of the room. Asshat. He gets pleasure out of shit like this.

I stand up trying to regain my composure. My core is throbbing with the thought of his hands on me just like he wanted. I decide that two can play at this game and wait five minutes before joining him in the common area. I strut up to him at the bar where he is talking with a bunch of the guys.

“Had to take a minute to calm down?” He chuckles in my ear, his hand grazing over my ass.

“Nope, had to finish what you started.” His mouth drops open as I wink at him and walk over to where Tracie is standing with a couple of girls. Once I reach her I look back at the boys and the feral look on Jordan’s face makes me want to jump up and punch my fist in the air while screaming victory.

“I see you got your property patch on, Mary.” Tracie takes hold of my jacket, spinning me so that she can check out the back. I felt such a sense of pride putting this on, knowing that everyone will see it and understand I’m his. “Whip, did good. Guess with everyone here he wanted to make sure that the brothers knew you were off limits.”

I have been trying to absorb all of the club rules but there are so many. I feel like there is a different rule for each and every situation. “I have been meaning to talk to Jordan about this but with the runs and everything that happened last week, it just never was the right time. Can you go over the whole old lady thing with me? I mean I get the general idea, but is there anything I should know?” I’ve seen and heard things over the years but I never really had any reason to ask for details.

Tracie walks over to the bar and grabs us a couple of beers before coming back and handing me one. I barely join in with all of this but I take it from her figuring today is a special day. “Okay old lady lesson is starting, pay attention. You get two forms of, ID, if you will when you’re claimed. A tat,” she looks down at my hip where my tattoo is peeking out of my jeans with a wink. “And a property patch.” She pats at my new jacket. “This basically tells the members and any other man in the world you’re off limits. Especially for members, you’re untouchable. They could get in trouble for just asking you to blow them. All clubs are different but here they honor their women, these boys understand without the women they would be fucked.”

I laugh as I think of trying to teach Danny how to wash his clothes the other day. I swear I don’t even know how these guys survive some days.

“Old ladies in the same right have to respect brothers. You need to know your place. You don’t get involved in club business, and you don’t mouth off to the brothers. You have to understand that as much as you are a part of this club, you aren’t a member. The whores won’t mess with old ladies or with their men, that could get them banned from the clubhouse.” I look over at the girls and think how much of a bitch Venus has been to me since Jordan claimed me. It makes sense, she wants him.

“You are kind of a special case though, Mary. Most old ladies have to earn respect from the brothers, earn their trust and loyalty. You had that shit before he ever claimed you. You’re like the princess of the club.” She throws her arm around me and I laugh.

“Oh yeah? Then please point me to my tiara and throne. I am so glad that I met you, Trace, you have been like the sister I always wanted.” She pushes me and I stumble to the side.

“Don’t go getting all soft on me, Mary. I’m still a badass and I’m not letting you tarnish that shit with your unicorns and glitter.” We both start to laugh as the outside door opens.

The shadow of a man, or a bear, fills the doorway. This is the type of guy that you run from in a dark alleyway.

He stands there not moving for a minute before Shooter steps forward his arms outstretched. “Brother, welcome the fuck home.”

The man returns his hug. “I’m guessing that’s Viper?”

Tracie simply nods. “Yup.”

She walks toward the bar past the group of people welcoming the biker back. Jordan is waving me over so I move to join him. He embraces Viper before placing his arm back around my waist. “Viper this is my girl, Lucy, Lucy, this is Viper.”

I extend my hand out to him. “Nice to meet you.” My smile fades as he looks at my hand and nods a hello before greeting some of the other members.

Okay . . . That was awkward. I look down embarrassed at the way that he basically blew me off.

“Don’t sweat it, babe. Viper has never been accepting of new people. He’ll come around.” Jordan kisses me on the forehead before following the small crowd.

I look back over to Tracie and catch her looking over at the returning member. The look on her face would make me want to run and hide if I was on the receiving end.

What the hell happened between those two?

I was nominated to make dinner tonight considering I cooked for these boys for the past four years. I swear I think I spoiled them. I hear footsteps come up behind me and when I turn around I see Viper.

He leans on the counter, resting his elbows on it. “So you the new girl?”

“Well, not really new. I’ve been here for a little more than three years.” I give him a smile.

“Well I ain’t seen you before so that makes ya new. Used to be I tried out all the new girls that came through, always got first dibs.” His eyes rake my body.

I’m suddenly uncomfortable. I find myself not wanting to make eye contact with him and trying to think of any reason to get the hell out of here. Every alarm in my head is blasting and letting me know something is up. I have been around the brothers for years and not one of them has made me feel on edge like Viper is.

“Shame he got to you first, huh?” He walks around the counter and stands in front of me.

He is a solid foot and a half taller than me. As I look up at him, I have never felt so intimidated in my life. I take a quick step back and walk out to the common area without a word.

I needed to get out of there. When I see Jordan, I contemplate going to him, but I don’t know what I would say. Viper didn’t do anything wrong, didn’t really say anything wrong either. He made me feel so uneasy. I don’t know the man well enough to know if his demeanor is always as menacing as he came across or if I was just reading into it wrong.

When I see Viper exit the kitchen, I know I can go back and cook but I really don’t want to do it alone. That’s when Boa walks by me, I grab her arm. “Hey want to help me with dinner?”

“Sure, Luce!” She smiles at me. Boa is always eager to please and to do anything she thinks might earn her points with the boys. I’m totally playing on that but I don’t want to leave myself open to another one of Viper’s advances.

Boa and I talk and laugh the rest of the night while we get everything ready. Thankfully it is just the two of us. “Thanks for helping me.”

“No problem, girl.” She smiles at me. “You’re cool, we all really like you. Except for Venus but I know you’re smart enough to figure that out. Just don’t let her get to you, she’s just jealous.”

“I figured. That’s what Tracie told me.” We grab the trays and start to carry them out to the table.

Everyone starts to take their seats at the picnic style tables and somehow I end up with the shitty luck of being stuck in-between Jordan and Viper. I tell my nerves to calm down and that I’m just being paranoid. There is nothing going on. I’m imagining it. It’s all in my head.

Tracie is sitting across from me, I keep trying to get her attention, but she seems so distracted. Viper is sitting so close to me that our thighs are touching. I can’t move over anymore or I would be in Jordan’s lap, I’m stuck.

When I feel a hand massaging my thigh I can’t help but smile. That boy is always trying to wind me up. His hand travels higher, one finger tracing up my pussy, he pushes down roughly and I wince. I look over at him ready to give him shit, that’s when I see Jordan’s hands clasped on the table. Oh my God.

I practically jump up from the table. Anger rushing through me. I want to scream at Viper. My eyes well with the fact that another man just had his hands on me without permission. Memories of Andrew flood through me, my chest tightens, and I rush to the bathroom. I don’t care what anyone thinks I need to get away from that damn table. I slam the bathroom door locking it behind me.

Disgust and nausea are overtaking my body and crippling me completely. Memories try to force their way into my mind but I push them down. I can’t go there. I can’t lose it right now.

How dare he put his hands on me! I lean against the cold tile resting my head against it. What the hell am I supposed to do? A bang on the door makes me jump.

“Lucy, it’s me.” I hear Tracie’s voice. “I’m alone. Open the door, Luce.”

I wait a second before shaking my head and twisting the lock. The door opens, Tracie comes in before shutting it and locking it once more. “Tell me.”

I don’t answer her. She couldn’t know what happened with Viper. Or that it was even anything to do with him. Could she? I look up at my friend and I can see pain in her eyes. They are full of unshed tears. What happened to her?

“This a two way street? If I say something you going to tell me what’s got you acting like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde today?” I try to throw in a Tracie like joke to test her mood. Nothing, not even the hint of a smile. Shit.

“Deal.” She sits cross-legged on the bathroom floor.

I join her. I tell her about the kitchen and then about the way he touched me at the table. Her eyes grow wide.

“You need to tell Jordan. You can’t fuck around with this douchebag, Lucy.” Her hands fidget in her lap. While her shaky voice tries to pretend to be strong. Viper is the VP and going up against him will not be easy. With him just coming home and everyone excited to see him, this news will not be well received.

“Your turn.” I grab her hands trying to give her the strength it seems like she needs.

Her teeth gnaw at her bottom lip. “The night before Viper got sent away the guys threw a huge party. I swear he was banging the whores all over this place. Everywhere I went I walked in on him with a different one of them. I guess in a sick way he was trying to stock up on as much pussy as he could before he got locked up.” She hangs her head, refusing to meet my gaze. “I thought everyone had gone home or to bed. I couldn’t sleep so I was cleaning up the common room. I usually did that before you came along. Viper came out of almost nowhere. He started talking to me and then came around the bar and tried to kiss me.”

She lets go of my hands hugging herself and slowly rocking back and forth in a rhythmic motion. “I tried to push him off but he took out his knife and threatened to slice my throat open, saying I was no one’s old lady and no one would miss me. He raped me behind the bar and then was sent to jail the next morning. I never told anyone because I guess I figured he was sent to jail, so it was almost like he was being punished for it. Plus I never had anyone like you to talk to.” A single tear trails down her cheek. “When he walked in the door today I felt like I was right back to that night all those years ago. I thought I could handle it. You need to tell Jordan what’s going on. You can’t underestimate him.”

I pull my friend into a hug, letting her cry the unshed tears she’s been holding in for so long. I can’t believe he did that to her, that none of the guys know this. I knew from the moment I saw him that there was something off about him.

I need to find Jordan.