Something clicks behind me, a door opening, and then I am tugged into darkness, the heavy metal door slamming shut, cutting off all means of escape.
Chapter Seven
Steel
Maybe I should’ve spoken to her like a normal person. But for what I’ve got planned I don’t want anyone to see us together just yet. So I grabbed her as she emerged from the bathroom. She fights like a wildcat cornered, and the feel of her struggle has my cock stiffening already.
Fuck. What kind of sick bastard am I?
The kind that wants to bend her over, rip off those stupid pants she has on, and plow straight into her sweet virgin pussy, I know I have to let her go and back the hell away, even if it’s only a few inches. The need to claim her, to fuck into oblivion, to mark her sweet porcelain skin with my teeth and fingers, and make her mine, rears up inside of me.
Terrified by my wayward train wreck of thoughts, I slide my hand away from her nose, so that she can drag in a shaky breath. I’m about to let her go—since I figure she has the good sense toscentme. I slowly work my hand away from her mouth, and when she doesn’t scream, I’m sure as shit that she knows it is me. I have us locked in a fucking janitor’s closet—it seemed like a good idea at the time. It’s hardly big enough to turn around, so I loosen my hold too, thinking she has nowhere to run.
Her next move takes me by surprise, and I never get caught off guard. She swings out blindly, her fist hitting me square in the jaw so hard I see stars. Damn! While I’m processing that in a state of actual shock, because fuck me I can’t believe she had the balls to do it, she brings her knee up and nails me straight in my crown jewels.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My vision goes black with rage, and my stomach roils. Bile bites the back of my mouth and flows over my tongue before I swallow hard to keep it at bay.
Leah exhales loudly and exclaims, “Holy fucking shit! It’s you.”
I have to put out a hand to steady myself. My fingers grip the metal shelves I can barely see lining the sides and back of the small closet.
“What the hell are you doing?” Leah snaps. “And why would you grab me like you were going to kidnap me and pull me in here?” She’s close because the room is fucking small. “Jesus, Steel, you scared the life out of me!”
“Yeah, well…” I grind out, now that my balls have semi-recovered, and I can finally find words. “I think you got me back for it.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Never said otherwise.” I say with a shrug. It pisses her off because she drags in a deep breath.
“Fuck. I-I’m sorry. I thought you were… Well, trying to kidnap me and, er, uh, I just reacted. I’m sorry. I really didn’t know it was you.”
“Yeah. In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to do.”
“So–what—why are you here? I mean, did you follow me? How did you find me? Why are we in…” In the gloom, I can make out her eyes taking in the surroundings. “The janitor’s utility room?”
“Because I’m here to give you what you want.”
That gets her attention. Her little gasp echoes through the room and is satisfying to me in only the basest, most depraved of ways. I imagine what her moans would sound like with my dick buried to the hilt inside of her, and my balls start to ache for an entirely different reason.
“G-give me what I w-want?” she stammers.
“You want to be a part of my world? I’ll give you one chance. You do one thing for me, and I’ll reward you in return.”
“You mean like a bribe? You want something from me. Something for you. I’ve shown my hand, and you’re going to take advantage of it.”
“No.” I shake my head, hating myself, because yeah, that’s basically what this is. Fucking Edge brought the idea to church like he promised, and the guys voted in favor of it. Which basically left me screwed, because my loyalty will always be to my daughter first, my club second, and to myself last. “Not like that. You might see it that way, but it’s not like that. You weren’t raised in our world. I’ve been trying to get you to understand that, but so far it hasn’t sunk in. You become my queen, you become the club’s queen. My position, as President of the MC, is to make sure my brothers are cared for. We all swear an oath when we join. To give our life for our brothers. For the club. We put ourselves last. Always. I know you probably don’t understand that, but—”
“Fuck you, Steel,” Leah hisses, straight in my face.
No one swears at me. My brothers might swear, but they don’t have the guts or balls to tell me to go fuck myself. They have better sense than that because pissing me off ain’t a pretty sight.
“You will. Soon, darlin’. As soon as you prove your loyalty to the club. You prove to me you can put my brothersand me first, before your own family, I’ll take you as my woman. You’ll be my old lady, and you’ll rule by my side. I’ll warm your bed and put my babies in you.” Leah shrinks back under the force and weight of my words, and I let out a harsh chuckle.
She uncoils faster than a fucking spring. She launches a finger into my chest before I can even register that she has moved. I am lucky she didn’t go for my balls again, though I would have deserved another kick there for the bastard I am.
“No! You don’t get to tell me who and what I am or what I think and feel. You see me as some spoiled little brat who grew up in a big house and was given everything in the world. You’d be right. I did grow up in a big house. I was given everything in the world. Everything, but love. Everything, but a real family. My brother was the only true family I had, and he’s gone. He’s gone because I killed him.”
She’s just standing there, glaring at me. I’m about to speak when she continues.
