Sins and Scars (Sinners Book 1) (3 page)

Getting off the barstool, I make my way towards her. When I get close to her, my men all look away. Grabbing the ends of her hair, I pull her head back, and she glares at me. “I’m not your little whore that you can fuck whenever the urge arises. I already told you that you don’t own me, so I will do what I want, when I want, for as long as you keep me prisoner here.” I pull her back into my chest, and whisper in her ear.
 

“You sure you want to go down this route? I’m done being fucking nice to you. You want to act like a whore? Go for it. I will cut off any one of my men’s dicks, and feed it to them if they so much as touch one hair on your beautiful head.” She stiffens in my arms, and I wait for her to say something else to piss me off.
 

“You wouldn’t kill one of your own men just because I let them touch me.” She challenges. I release her hair and she moves back into a sitting position on the barstool.
 

Turning to the room, I eye each and every one of my men before telling them what I’ll do if any of them think of touching her. “For those of you fuckers that don’t know, this here is Harlyn, and she’s my ol’ lady. Any of you fuckers touch her, and I’ll cut your dicks off and feed them to you. I don’t give a fuck what she tells you, she’s mine.” All my men grunt out their understanding, and when I look back at her, she’s fuming. The pissed off expression does nothing but turn me on, and she knows it. Sometimes I think she does this shit just to get a reaction out of me.
 

She storms off, and I follow behind her. She makes her way towards my room and flings the door open, letting it hit the wall with a thud. Pulling the door closed with me, I make my way towards her. She flops down on the bed and I lay down next to her. When she turns her face towards mine, I see it. I see the bottled up hurt and anger written all over her face.
 

“Why won’t you just let me live my life like I’ve been doing for the last year and a half? I was happy, Stav. I was finally moving on.” Staring into her eyes, I try to find the truth in them. She wasn’t happy. She’s just pissed that I’m not giving her an option anymore.
 

“You really want some pussy son of a bitch to protect you, baby?” She doesn’t say anything, just glares at me.
 

“You want the truth?” I ask. She turns on her side and looks at me, waiting for me to give her the truth. She isn’t going to like it, but there is nothing I can do about that. This is more than just us now. I’m protecting her and my brothers from the shit storm that is about to come our way.
 

“Yes Stav. I just want you to tell me the truth like you used to.” Reaching out, I run my fingers over the side of her face. She closes her eyes and sucks in a breath. I still affect her, just like she affects me.
 

“The Fighting Rebels want you. Their president threatened to kill you.” Her eyes widen and she scoots a little closer to me. “That’s the reason I sent Dex to get you. They have a bounty on your pretty little head, and they won’t stop until they get their hands on you. I won’t let them take the only good fuckin’ thing I’ve ever had. I know I’ve fucked us up, but babe I will do everything in my power to protect you. I need you to trust that I will keep you safe.”
 

Tears start to pool in her eyes, and she tries to blink them away. Wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, I pull her body into mine. She buries her face into my chest and I can only think about the shit we’ve been through over the last few years. When I first met her, she wasn’t the feisty, take no-shit-from-me, woman. She was quiet and collected. She didn’t know that I would come into her life and turn it upside down.

Kissing the top of her head, I hold her until she stops crying. “Why do they want me?” She finally asks. Sighing, I rub my hand down her back trying to think of a good way to say this shit.
 

“Because of me.” She pulls away from me, but she doesn’t get too far. Using my body weight, I push her into the mattress so she can’t run away this time. She wanted the truth, and I’m going to give it to her, no matter how much it hurts her.
 

“The wrong person found out about you, and I tried to fix this shit to give you what you wanted, but there is nothing I can do now but bring you back under my protection.”
 

“Why do they care about me? What would finding me do to help them?” She’s angry, and I get that. I’ll let her be angry all she wants, but she isn’t leaving here. She can bitch and moan for months, and it still won’t do shit.
 

“Because they know that they can hurt me by going after you. The Fighting Rebels want something from me, and the only way I’ll ever give it up is if your life was on the line.” She gasps and tries to pull back, but I don’t let her.
 

“What do you have of theirs?” Her eyes search mine, looking for an answer, but I rather not tell her stuff that doesn’t concern her.
 

“It’s better you don’t know. If they somehow get you, you won’t be able to give them what they want.” She swallows, and I watch the way her throat moves.
 

“Stavros, I swear to God, if you don’t tell me, then I’m walking out this door, and never coming back. Stop fucking lying to me. I deserve to know the damn truth when it’s me they want.”

“You only need to know what I want you to know, babe. I make the fucking rules here, and you will abide by them.” She huffs out and gets off the bed. I let her go because I know that if I don’t, all we are going to do is end up in a fuckin’ screaming match, and that won’t solve a damn thing. All she fuckin’ needs to know is that I am the one protecting her, and making sure that nothing happens to her. She doesn’t deserve the life I’ve brought her in, but there ain’t no way in hell that I’ll let her go now. She’s been the air I’ve breathed since I first saw those pouty little lips and bangin’ fucking body at the clubhouse.
 

She scurries into the bathroom in my room, and slams the door shut.
 

A knock at the door sounds and I pull myself off the bed to answer it. I see Blitz, and he has a frown on his face. “Yeah?” I watch him as he tries to figure out a way to say whatever the fuck it is. He doesn’t talk much as it is, but he’s deadly as fuck.
 

“Delilah is here.” I mentally groan at his words. Just fucking great. This is all I need. That bitch has been trying to get me to wife her up for the last year, when I want no part of her whore ass. I made the mistake in fucking her a few times, and apparently, she thought that it meant I was handing my balls over to her, too.
 

“I’ll deal with her in a minute.” I grumble. He turns and makes his way down the hall. Hearing Harlyn clear her throat, I turn my head and close the door behind me.
 

“Real classy Stavros, you’ve been fucking the biggest whore in the whole damn place. Let me guess, she claimed you as hers?” I can see the sneer on her face and it lets me know that she’s jealous. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she is still mine.

“Jealous babe?” She snorts at that and I raise an eyebrow at her.
 

“I couldn’t be jealous of a whore that is so desperate she has to make up stories in her head just to make herself feel better when she sucks your cock.” Her nose wrinkles at her own words and I know she doesn’t mean it. She’s jealous, and I can’t wait to see what she does.

Making my way out of the room and into the bar, I scan the area for Delilah, and come up empty. I turn around and see Harlyn staring at me. “Disappointed?” She has a grin on her face and I close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her waist.
 

“No. I already have my ol’ lady in my arms. What more could I possibly want?” Her fuckin’ stripper heels put her at just the right height. Before I can say or do anything else, I hear that bitch Delilah screaming at me. Harlyn’s lips curve into a grin and I know she loves this. She loves seeing me annoyed as fuck.
 

“Stavros!” her voice carries across the room and when I release Harlyn and turn around, I can see that shit’s about to get crazy in here. She goes right towards Harlyn and I step in front of my girl. “Keep your hands off the trash. You are way above her whore ass.” Before I can even stop her, Harlyn moves in front of me.

“Whore ass? Are you shitting me? At least I don’t get fucked by every one of his brothers and then come begging to suck his dick. I have way more class than that, bitch.” Delilah comes closer and I try and step between her and Harlyn again. I motion to Dex, and he grabs Delilah around the waist and hauls her backwards a few feet.
 

“Stavros, you and I have something.” She whines. I don’t do bitches trying to claim me when they aren’t even a damn blip on my radar. The only woman I’ll ever let claim my dick is the one I now have a hand on. My hand is on her stomach and I’m keeping her against me.
 

“We don’t have shit. I told you that from day one, and I would never make you into my ol’ lady. I’ve had one for years and that shit ain’t changing.” Harlyn turns and glares at me, but I don’t give a fuck. She will give into me again. I don’t have any doubts.
 

“I’m not your ol’ lady!” Harlyn yells at me. I shake my head and look over her head at Delilah who is now about to blow a damn gasket.
 

“Get her out of here. If she can’t handle being around my ol’ lady, then she’s gone.” Dex nods his head before leading a kicking and screaming Delilah who is now throwing out insults at my girl left and right. Looking back down at Harlyn, I can see that it doesn’t even faze her.
 

When the doors shut, the room falls silent and the only thing I can see is her. “Your sins follow you everywhere, Stav. They’ve left scars on me, on you, and everyone around you. I don’t know how you can live with yourself.” She pulls out of my arms and she rushes back down the hallway towards my room.
 

I don’t stop her, and I don’t follow her this time. She’s going to find out that this shit isn’t over, even if I have to tie her to the bed so I can tell her what she wants to know. Thinking back to the day I met her, I can’t help but grin. She was so damn pure and innocent.
 

Four Years Ago

Walking into the clubhouse, I see that my brothers are throwing another party. People are fucking everywhere and I scan the room. Girls are practically running around naked, and a few of my brothers are trying to bag one of them for the night. We party hard, and we fuck harder. That’s something we’ve always prided ourselves on. Not to mention all the shit we do during the day. Last week, I stuck a knife in the throat of a man who tried to steal our shipment from us. I didn’t even think twice about what I was doing. The only thing I cared about was making sure the bastard who crossed us paid for his sins.
 

Walking over to the bar, I see a new face and I can’t help but check her out. She’s wearing a short, cutoff skirt, and a tight tank top that pushes her tits up. She’s talking to Trixie, one of the club whores that has been with us a few years. She doesn’t look like the type to be messed up in an MC, but I sure am glad she’s here.
 

Romeo comes up to me and slaps me on the shoulder. “Fuck man, where did Trixie find that hot little bitch?” I shrug my shoulder, but don’t take my eyes off of her. She has fuckin’ legs for days that would look sexier if they were wrapped around my neck as I ate her pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
 

“You’ve got that look.” He grins. I look over at him and raise an eyebrow in question. “You know the one where you are going to try to bed her.”

“You don’t think I can fuck her tonight?” I ask looking over at him.
 

“Fuck no man. That bitch has pure virgin written all over her.” He starts to laugh and I get an idea.
 

“A G says I can bed her tonight. That I’ll have her begging me to fuck her for weeks to come.” He grins and shakes my hand.