A nobody.
A murderer.
Someone with a death wish, that’s who I was.
“Well if you do, then I’m about to show you a world you never even knew existed.” He grinned like he already had me, and maybe he did. “What’s your name?”
My name? Hell, I didn’t even know anymore. I’d given so many different ones out during the past six months, while I was on the run. New personas, new people I wanted to be. Anything to make the old me go far far away. But he always found me.
Always.
So I decided to stop running. Stop hiding. And stop pretending.
“Dillon,” I replied.
Bull held out his hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Dillon.”
I shook it, not sure what was happening. I’d come to get drunk. To pass out into oblivion. And now I had a banging headache, a gut full of whiskey, and was shaking hands with the Devil reinvented.
“Like I said, I’m Bull. And these are my brothers. That’s Jack, who’s mauling the sweetbutt. This is Hammer, Wolf, and Ranger.”
The other men nodded in my direction and went on about their business, either drinking, feeling up their women, or watching the exchange between me and Bull.
I nodded at them all, a heavy frown still on my face. “Strange names for brothers. Your mama not treat you right as kids?”
Bull smirked again and Wolf barked out a sharp laugh. I glanced over, understanding immediately why he was called Wolf. His eyes were the coldest blue I had ever seen, just like a wolf’s. And with his dark hair and beard, speckled with gray, yeah, I got it.
“We’re the Devil’s Highwaymen,” Bull replied, grabbing a shot of whiskey from the table. “Las Vegas chapter.”
~ 2 ~
“Why me?”
I stared down at the naked woman on the dirty bed in front of me. The room stank of beer and oil. Boxes were piled in every corner, bike parts spilling out of some of them. After we’d finished our drinks I had ridden in a truck with one of the Highwaymen, my piece-of-shit bike thrown on the back along with my sole piece of luggage. I’d half expected to be blindfolded so I couldn’t tell anyone where their clubhouse was if I changed my mind. But no one stopped me from looking.
It wasn’t a given that I was in yet, apparently. And that was okay, because it wasn’t a given that I wanted in yet either.
I had only been there minutes when the naked woman on the bed in front of me right now had come over and dropped to her knees. Bull had slapped me on the back as she’d started to unzip my jeans and pointed to a back room, and I’d gladly dragged her off caveman-style to fuck some of my anger and unease away.
“Answer me,” I said, still waiting for her to reply.
She licked a tongue across her lips. “Because word travels fast, baby. You’ve got balls of steel fronting Bull like that,” she replied with a hooded gaze, her long brunette hair draping over her shoulder. “You’re lucky to still be alive, baby. You should thank whichever god was watching you tonight.” She cupped my balls, squeezing them the right side of painful.
I looked across at her, loathing and loving every inch of her naked flesh in equal abundance. She was beautiful, drunk or sober, though I loved the faraway look in her eyes right then that told me she was probably flying high on alcohol and drugs. It would make this easier on her.
“Ain’t no god I believe in,” I replied, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed.
“Then, baby, you better thank the Devil for saving you tonight,” she purred.
Her words made me angrier. No one saved me, not ever. I saved myself. It’s the way it was. The way it had always been. I flipped her over and grabbed her hips, lifting her ass into the air. She laughed as I pushed her facedown onto the bed.
“I like it rough. No need to go easy on me, baby.”
“I had no intention,” I said, and slammed myself home.
She called out, a mixture of a scream of pain and cry of pleasure as I sunk balls-deep into her tightness. I settled inside of her, relishing the sensation of her tight pussy clamped around me and wishing that I was somewhere else. Another lifetime with another woman.
“Go on,” she urged, “it’s okay.”
