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  Not even a man who pisses me off as much as he turns me on.

  “Damn, baby, that was mind blowing. But next time, I don’t want you to scream my road name. Actually, let me rephrase that. From now on when we’re alone, just you and me, in this room, you call me Scott,” he says, gently thrusting his dick inside me, causing shivers to course through me.

  Unable to say anything, I simply nod in response. I’m not going to argue with him. Not now, not ever again. Besides, I’m sure with me gone he’ll find some other bitch and make her his property.

  I don’t know why it feels like a knife to the gut at the thought of him with another woman. Like he said, it’s not my place, I’m property, a possession, not worth anything besides sticking his dick in.

  “Come on, Doll, let’s get out. The water is fuckin’ freezing,” Stoney says before pressing his lips to mine one more time.

  Neither of us say a word as he gets out, grabs a towel, and hands it to me, then wraps a towel around his waist.

  With my own towel wrapped securely around my middle, I lean my head to the side and gather all my hair and ring the excess water out of it.

  As I step out of the shower, Stoney pulls me into him again and presses his lips to mine for a brief kiss. “Let’s get something to eat then come back up here so I can ravish your body properly.”

  I suck my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from responding as I nod my head. Hopefully, I’ll be gone by then.

  Corinne and Luca come first and that means dealing with their father. One way or another, my children will never have to worry about him.

  11

  Stoney

  I let out a frustrated breath as I rev the throttle on my bike. This morning has not gone the way I thought it would. My mind had been set on three things. Feeding Rachel, getting the twins to Momma B to watch over, then taking my woman to my room and sinking balls deep in her before heading to church.

  Damnit, she’s not your woman. She’s property, nothing more. So, get that shit out of your head.

  But Horse called, his voice filled with trepidation as he told me what happened. I quickly dropped all thoughts of everything else putting it all on the back burner and called out Tracker, Blaze, and Coyotes’ names. They all immediately followed me out the door as I raced for my bike.

  I never felt as much fear as I did when Horse said Kenny had been attacked and they were prepping her for an emergency c-section. It was too damn early for my grandkid to be born and if the baby or my daughter in-law die because of this I’ll find the fucker and kill them myself.

  With leaving in such a rush I didn’t have time to worry about anything else. Not Rachel, not the drama she brought on. I’ll call Shadow when I stop and tell him to watch her close. If need be, he can lock her ass in my room. I wouldn’t put it past her to do something stupid. In fact, I know she’ll try to.

  Seeing a sign for a gas station three miles ahead, I lift my hand to signal my brothers that we’ll be stopping to fill up our tanks . . . as well as tell them what’s going on.

  Taking the exit ramp for the gas station, I slow down to ease into the parking lot as the rest of them follow me. Pulling up to one of the pumps, I turn my bike off and remove my helmet.

  “You want to tell us what the fuck’s goin’ on?” Tracker demands.

  “Kenny was attacked and Ally, Burner’s ol’ lady, was kidnapped. They are all at the hospital now, waiting to hear about Kenny. She had to go in for an emergency c-section,” I rasp.

  “Fuck, do they know who did this?” Blaze growls.

  “Gadget was looking into it when I talked to Horse last. We just need to get there so I can see what the fuck is going on,” I state as I pull my phone out of my pocket and shoot Shadow a text giving him his orders in regard to Rachel.

  “What are we gonna do with Rachel’s shit?” Tracker asks.

  “Soon as we know what’s goin’ on with this shit, we’ll handle hers. Until then, she’s safe at the clubhouse. No one will find her there since she was never associated with the club before she left. Plus, I just ordered Shadow to keep her in his sight at all times,” I say as I look at him.

  “I don’t like it, but you're right. Shadow will keep her where she needs to be,” Tracker mutters.

  I know he doesn’t like it and neither do I, but this shit comes first and foremost. Especially with the last few of that sick satanic cult out there. Twister and Horse had filled me in on the journals Ally had that she’d documented so much of her time while she was in the clutches of those fuckers. I’m just glad they burned those journals instead of fully reading them. After the brief descriptions of what they had read, I felt my own stomach churn. That girl should have never had to go through such horrors.

  Shaking my head, I top my tank off and motion for my brothers. It was time to head back out.

  The waiting room was filled with club members and their ol’ ladies as they waited for any news. As I approach Twister to find out how Kenny is, I take in the expression on his face.

  Fuck, this isn’t goin’ to be good news.

  “How is she? The baby?” I ask.

  “She’s out of surgery. They had to sedate her though, so she’s sleeping right now,” Twister chokes. Clearing his throat, he turns his head, “The baby . . .” he nods toward the hallway that leads to the NICU. “Horse is with him right now. They don’t know if he’ll make it, he was born so damn early,” he says.

  Don’t lose your shit.

  “Do we know who did this?” I demand.

  “Yeah, Burner and a few of the other brothers are heading down to Florida. Miguel Diaz had some bitch come in and take Ally, in the process she attacked Kenny, the video surveillance showed the bitch slamming Kenny’s head into the wall knocking her out before she fell hitting the edge of a table as she crumpled to the floor,” he growls.

  That little bastard has hidden from the club for years after what he did to Bear’s daughter, who’d been engaged to Burner, and now he’s taken Hammer's niece. When is this shit going to stop?

  “I’m goin’ to go check on Horse,” I mutter, unable to do anything else right now. I know my brothers and if Burner’s gone after Miguel the only thing we can do now is wait.

  Walking to the NICU doors, I hit the buzzer to gain entry but rather than letting me in a nurse asks if they can help me. When I told them, I wanted to see my son and grandson, they immediately let me through the first set of doors and told me to wash my hands before entering the NICU.

  I spot Horse immediately hovering over one of the incubators, his head bowed, and shoulders slumped. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so defeated. As I step next to him, he doesn’t even bother looking up, but I see the tears running down his cheeks. I raised him to be strong and never let anyone see him in defeat. So, for him to have tears, I know he’s more than defeated, he’s devastated.

  “It’s okay, son,” I whisper as I wrap an arm around him. “Your son will be fine. He’s got Dane’s blood running through him and Kenny’s. He’s strong and will power through this.”

  “He’s just so damn small, Pops,” Horse rasps. “My hands are as big as he is.”

  “I know, son, I know,” I say, patting his back before dropping my arm. “How’s Kenny? Twister said they had to sedate her.”

  “Yeah, they had to sedate her right after she woke up from recovery. She’d been hysterical, demanding to see our boy. Tried getting out of bed even swung at a few of the nurses. Clocked one of them in the jaw. Pretty sure the woman’s goin’ to have a nice bruise there come tomorrow. Her last words before the medication took effect were ‘don’t let him die’ as she sobbed,” Horse says as he finally turns to me, his eyes red from crying.

  Unable to say or do anything else, I pull my son into my arms for a hug. Same as I used to do when he’d wake in the middle of the night from nightmares as a kid. I wish I could take his pain away, but this is one thing I don’t have control over.

  12

  Rachel

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sp; It’s been a couple days since Stoney left the clubhouse like his ass was on fire, and I’m still here, unfortunately. All thanks to my ever-present guard Shadow. I don’t even think he’s slept since every time I’ve opened the door to Stoney’s room to go anywhere, he’s standing directly across from me with his arms crossed over his chest.

  According to him, I’m not allowed to go anywhere without him. Stoney’s orders, of course. He then went on to inform me that if I were to do anything stupid like leave the clubhouse, Stoney told him to lock me in the room.

  Damn infuriating asshole. He’s not even here, and he is still driving me nuts.

  Then this morning, Shadow knocked on the door with a cell phone in his hand. “Stoney wants to speak to you,” he grumbles.

  “Well, too bad because I’m not speaking to him. Whatever he has to say, he can shove it up his ass,” I snap.

  “You just told him yourself, babe. I suggest you take the phone. It’s for you anyway,” he smirks and shoves the phone in my hand.

  Glancing down at the damn thing, I see that it is indeed on a phone call with none other than Stoney himself.

  Fuckin’ great.

  Instead of putting the phone to my ear, I push the end button and toss it on the bed. I jumped out of my skin when the damn thing started playing Look Out by Hard Target and Fred Durst. Seriously? Do they think I don’t know the words to this song? This song pretty much says what I am to Stoney. I mean, really, those assholes.

  Shaking my head, I ignore the phone ringing, letting it go to voicemail. Shoot, I bet the voicemail is already set to say, ‘You’ve reached Stoney’s Property leave your message and shut the fuck up.’

  When the phone rings again, I turn the damn thing off.

  Only that didn’t stop Shadow from knocking on the door a minute later and stepping into the room, holding another phone out to me. “I suggest you put the phone to your ear,” he says firmly.

  Snatching the phone from his hand, I do as he says. “What do you want?” I demand with a sneer.

  “I’d suggest you tone the attitude down, woman,” Stoney growls through the phone line.

  “I’d suggest you kiss my ass,” I snap, turning my back to Shadow but not before catching the smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

  “Doll, I don’t have the patience right now, so I suggest you cool it. Turn your phone back on and answer it when I fuckin’ call. Otherwise, I’ll tell Shadow to stand in my place and spank your ass for being a bitch.” The way his voice seems to rumble through the phone sends a shiver down my spine at his threat.

  Would he really give Shadow permission to spank me? Do I want to test that theory?

  “Just tell me what you want now,” I say, ignoring those thoughts and the threat he made.

  “Fuckin’ hell, woman, all I was trying to do is check on you. Now I’m sitting here with a fuckin’ hard cock and no one to relieve the pressure,” Stoney mutters.

  “I’m sure there’s some whore around you that will help with your problem,” I spit.

  Shut up, Rachel. You’re only gonna dig yourself a deeper hole.

  “Hand Shadow the phone,” he orders.

  Without thinking, I hand the phone to Shadow, who, in turn, puts it to his ear and gives one-word answers before closing the door and locking it with him still in the room with me.

  Oh shit. No, he’s not.

  Shadow quickly grabs my arm with one hand as he puts the phone down with his other hand and presses the speaker button.

  “You’re on speaker, Prez,” Shadow says.

  “Good, now grab my desk chair and sit in it with Rachel over your knee,” Stoney growls.

  “You better not listen to him. I’ll knee you before you think you can touch my ass,” I mutter, trying to yank my arm out of Shadow’s grip.

  “Doll, you keep up with the attitude, and I’ll have him add another five to your punishment,” Stoney says firmly through the phone.

  Before I can say another word, Shadow has me in the position Stoney ordered him to put me in.

  “She’s over my knee, Prez,” Shadow says.

  “Good, now what’s she got covering her ass?” Stoney asks.

  “None of your damn business,” I yell, then glance over at the playpens I’d moved to the side of the bed to make sure I didn’t wake either of the babies up.

  “Black yoga pants, and from the way she’s over my knee, Prez, I don’t think she’s wearing any underwear,” Shadow states huskily.

  “Damn, Doll, were you expecting someone to not be wearing panties,” Stoney groans.

  “Go to hell,” I mutter as I wiggle across Shadow’s lap, trying to get free of his hold.

  “Shadow, pull Rachel’s pants down and slap her ass ten times,” Stoney instructs, ignoring what I’d said.

  I squeal on impact and have to bite my lip to keep from moaning as Shadow lands the second smack to my ass. I give up trying to escape his lap by the time he gets to the tenth slap. My body is burning with need, and I just need him to leave before I do something stupid.

  “Prez, I think she enjoys slaps to her ass. It’s a beautiful blush color, and I can see her pussy glistening. Not to mention she’s trying to hide her moans from you hearing her.” I balk at Shadow’s chuckle.

  “Doll, you wet from that little spanking you got,” Stoney asks me.

  “No,” I lie.

  “Shadow, I think you need to give her another ten, and this time, add a slap or two to her pussy lips,” Stoney groans.

  Why would he be groaning? Unless he’s doing something like what he’s instructing Shadow to do to me.

  Biting my lip, I close my eyes as Shadow delivers several smacks to my ass before cupping me between my legs. He leaves his hand in place for a moment before slapping my pussy. Once, twice, and on the third smack, I’m panting from the need to come.

  What are they doing to me?

  “How’s your pussy feel now, Doll?” Stoney says and I can just envision him leaning his head back with the phone to his ear as some clubwhore sucks his dick, something I hadn’t had the chance to do.

  “Fuck you,” I murmur weakly as my thoughts of him with another woman send a pang of regret through me.

  “Shadow, I think that’s enough,” Stoney states sternly.

  “You got it, Prez,” Shadow says as he puts my pants back in place and lifts me off his lap. Grabbing his phone, he takes it off speaker and places it to his ear. Stepping around me, he grabs my phone off the bed and presses a button. “Her phone is now on again,” he informs Stoney then proceeds to walk out of the room without a backward glance, thankfully.

  Quickly, I check on my twins before collapsing on the bed to take care of my need to come. As I’m sliding my fingers into my pants, my phone rings.

  Picking it up, I answer and put it to my ear without saying a word.

  “How’s your pussy feeling, Doll?” Stoney asks huskily.

  “Just fine, thank you,” I mumble, tears prickling at my eyes as all thoughts of taking care of myself vanish. Was he with another woman?

  It’s none of your business if he was. Besides, you don’t care. All he wants you for is property. And it’s not like you're not leaving the first chance you get to take care of your problem with Lucien.

  “Doll, I know you’re lying,” he says.

  “I’m not lying to you. Why don’t you go finish whomever your doin’ . . .”

  “I’m not fuckin’ anyone, Rachel,” Stoney growls, interrupting me. “And if I were, it wouldn’t be any of your business. You belong to me, not the other way around. Now, next time I call, answer the damn thing.” I wince as he hangs up on me.

  Putting the phone down, I get up off the bed and go into the bathroom, needing a shower. How is it I feel dirtier than I ever have, and it has nothing to do with the spanking Shadow gave me?

  As I step into the shower, I crumple to the floor and let out a painful sob as the tears break loose.

  When will I ever be looked at as something more than
a possession?

  13

  Stoney

  Damnit, if that woman doesn’t get under my skin. It’s been three weeks since I last spoke with her, and her avoidance is seriously starting to piss me off. Every time I call, she’s either sleeping, in the shower, or doing something for the twins. But there’s no reason she can’t call me back.

  I know I fucked up with her when I’d said she belongs to me and not the other way around. I’m man enough to own up to my mistake. But until I get back home, there’s nothing I can do to fix shit between us and set things straight. I never should have made her think I’d fuck some bitch. Granted, I haven’t been in a relationship with a woman since Marie, but I don’t cheat. That’s not the type of man I was raised to be.

  I’d been reluctant to stay as long as I have here, but I needed to help Horse and Kenny with JC and Kayla so they could focus on Caden. However, this morning Kenny received a call from the hospital, letting her know the doctor was allowing Caden to come home today after being in the NICU. That kid fought like hell to be able to come home, and I’m fuckin’ glad.

  We just needed to finish one last thing before Kenny would leave. She’d demanded to be allowed to vindicate her child. None of us knew that it was goin’ to end the way it did with Ally stabbing the bitch so many times that when Burner finally pulled his ol’ lady into his arms, she looked like she walked right off the screen of some horror flick.

  Now sitting here surrounded by my family as I hold my granddaughter in my arms, I realize that even through the bullshit, my brothers are happy with women they can trust.

  Maybe having an ol’ lady isn’t all that bad, as long as you find a good one.

  Rachel would be a good one. If you’d stop fuckin’ shit up.

  Do I want to think of her as my ol’ lady? You know you do.

  It feels as if my heart and brain are warring with each other on what I should do. In the end, my heart wins out as I decide to go with my gut and trust myself in choosing Rachel as mine. Making her more than my property but my ol’ lady. Make her the reigning queen she was meant to be.