Bent, Not Broken (5 page)

She nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. “Yeah, I’ve seen a change since he became a member of the MC.” There were times, at first, when staring at him, just being in his presence, had made her nervous. He was big and strong, easily over six feet in height, with muscles that were stacked on top of each other. He was dangerous, there was no doubt about that, and he was violent. She knew he had killed men, knew that he did illegal things, yet she still wanted him. God, did she want him, but who in the hell would want a woman like her?

“D
id you get
it all out of your system?” Demon asked.

Joker climbed off his bike. He’d cleaned up the remains of Bruce in the warehouse. No one would ever find his body and if someone did try to look for him, or even care about where the sack of shit was, there wouldn’t be anything left to find.

“Yes.”

“So long as it’s where it needs to stay.”

“I don’t have a fucking problem anymore. He’s gone.”

“You’re going after her now, right? The bitch you claim not to care about?” Demon walked beside him as they made their way toward the clubhouse.

The only thought Joker had was of Amy. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Killing Bruce had been designed to set her free. She needed to know he was dead to start living her life.

“Amy’s not a bitch. You be careful what you say about her.” Joker turned on his friend.

Demon raised a brow. “She’s special all right. You’re going to have to bring her by the club.”

At the mention of the club, Steel walked out with three bitches on his arms. They were running their hands up and down his body, and the women were completely naked.

“I’m going to fuck each of you and then you’re all going to lick each other the fuck out.”

“Yes, Steel,” all three women spoke together.

“That fucker is dirty,” Demon said, scrunching up his nose.

“Amy wouldn’t last two minutes in this club.” The very thought of bringing her to the club broke Joker out in a cold sweat.

“You don’t have a choice. There’s no out from the club, Joker. You’re my VP. The only out is six feet under.”

“I could be voted out,” Joker said.

“It’s not going to happen. You’re too well liked for them to get rid of you. You’ve got more chance of being fucked by one of the boys than voted out.”

“I didn’t peg you as the kind of club that fucked each other,” Deanna said, coming out of the clubhouse. She went straight to Demon, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. I’m trying to convince Joker that he’s got to bring his woman around here.”

Deanna asked, “What kind of woman is she?”

“A civilian, like you. She’s not had the best life starting out. The club, it’s not for her.” Joker gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to leave the club nor did he want to live without Amy. Could he have both? Was there a way for Amy to move beyond the demons of her past? “I’ve got to head out. I hope that’s okay?”

“You’re going to her?”

“I’ve got to see her. When I know she’s ready, I’ll bring her around. I’m not leaving the club. I’m by your side all the way until the end. We’re brothers, Demon. I wouldn’t dream of turning my back on you. We’ve still got Zeke to take out.” Joker reached out to grab Demon’s hand.

Demon pulled him in for a hug. “Good thing, bro. You’re the best man I’ve got.”

“I’m going to take a shower. I’m not seeing my best girl stinking like a pig.”

He passed Demon and Deanna, making his way toward his room. Several women tried to stop him but he shoved them away. He wasn’t interested in free skanky pussy. There was only one woman he wanted, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.

Inside his room, he locked the door, and stared at his space. Closing his eyes, he imagined Amy’s sweet face. Her innocence went bone deep and yet she’d never felt worthy of his love. That’s what he hated more than anything… the complete lack of respect and value she had for herself. Her past made her think she wasn’t worthy of love. In his opinion, she deserved love more than anything else. He’d give her a life that she’d only ever dreamed about.

Scratching the back of his head, he walked toward the shower, knowing he’d done the right thing. There’s no way Amy would be upset by what had happened. Everything he’d done was for her.

Steel stared at
the three bitches on the ground. They were club whores, used pussy, and fucking willing snatch. He didn’t have to do anything but snap his fingers to get what he wanted. They didn’t demand better of him or ask him to take them on a date. Swigging from his bottle of Jack, he watched the fake blonde start to unbutton his jeans. He wanted his dick sucked, and this slut was just the one to do it. The brothers talked about her. She had a mouth like a fucking vacuum. He doubted miss prim and proper, Eloise, would have such a nice fucking mouth. The bitch who worked at the supermarket wouldn’t know the first thing about sucking dick. He’d first seen the mousy woman three months ago when he went in for a pack of cigs after a long ride with the Soldiers. Steel didn’t know what it was about her that drew him in. She was rounded in all the right places and had nice big tits. Fuck, no she wasn’t perfectly rounded… she was chubby. He could have any bitch he wanted and did. Eloise wasn’t worth anything, yet she drove him fucking mad. He couldn’t stop thinking of her.

She’d done nothing wrong other than turn him down. Who turned him down when he was offering sex? It was ridiculous. He may not have been nice about it, but she didn’t need to tell him to fuck off.

“That’s it, bitch, suck my dick.”

The woman on her knees smiled up at him. “Anything for you, Steel.” She tugged down his jeans, revealing the hard ridge of his cock. He was ready to explode just from the sight of her tongue. Her tongue was pierced and the little barbell was a little cold against his flesh. Damn, he loved fucking.

Closing his eyes, he fisted his hand in her hair, and slammed his dick so deep into her mouth that she started to gag on his length. He didn’t care. With his eyes closed, he imagined another woman taking his shaft. Steel didn’t have the first clue who Eloise was. He’d only ever seen her at the supermarket either serving customers or stacking shelves. She meant nothing. There were far more willing women out there, yet the only one he imagined was her. It didn’t make any sense to him at all.

Speeding up his thrusts, he imagined her smile, and that was all it took. He exploded his load into the bitch’s mouth. She swallowed his spunk, moaning as she did. When he was finished, he opened his eyes, and looked at the three women. None of them were the one he wanted. This was not what he desired at all.

“What’s the matter, Steel?” the one on the left asked.

Shit, he didn’t even know any of their names.

“I forgot my shit back at the house.” He turned on his heel and made his way back to the clubhouse. By the time he reached the building, he leaned against the side, dragging in lungful’s of fresh air. This shouldn’t be happening to him. He never thought too long about a particular woman.

Resting his head against the brick, he stared up at the night’s sky, wishing something would come and give him a sign. Years ago he’d lost the right to want a woman. This life, the club life was in his blood. He’d killed people in the name of the Soldiers. Eloise was not a club whore. She was like Deanna, Demon’s woman. The kind of woman a man kept by his side to treasure and adore. He didn’t deserve a good woman. There was nothing good about him, yet what he wanted was the shy woman that consumed his thoughts. What would she say if she knew the kind of pleasure he liked? She’d fucking run in the other direction, and rightly so.

Amy stood on
the landing outside of her room listening to David as he answered the door. She’d decided to stay the night at his home because going back to her place seemed lonely. Her mother was dead and she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving David alone. She leaned over the staircase railing and looked at David and Joker.

“What’s the matter, son?”

“I wanted to see Amy. Do you know where she is?” Reese asked.

No, he wasn’t Reese anymore. He was Joker. There was nothing laughable about him, yet that was his name. When he’d lived with them he’d make her laugh. She loved watching him be silly, stupid really. But he was definitely a changed man now, a dangerous, violent man.

“Reese, what’s going on?”

“My name is Joker. Now where the fuck is she?”

“No, you’re not Joker to me. You’re my boy and I’ll use the damn name I gave to you. Do you understand me?”

She could practically hear Joker grit his teeth. “Yeah.”

“What’s going on?”

She tensed up, expecting to hear Joker lash out. He didn’t.

“Nothing. I just want to talk to Amy.”

Silence descended on the room for several seconds. She wondered what David would decide. Why did he have to decide anything? She was a full-grown woman. It wasn’t up to David to keep men away from her.

“She’s upstairs in her room.” David turned away.

Rushing toward her bedroom, Amy closed her door and quickly jumped on her bed. She picked up the book she’d been reading. Her heart was racing with anticipation, excitement… fear. Shaking her head at her own thoughts, she looked up when Joker opened the door.

Joker. Joker. Joker.

She kept saying his name inside her head so that she’d get used to it.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey. I heard you run across the landing; you were listening again.”

Opening her mouth, she went to deny it, but Joker raised his finger and shook his head. “Don’t lie, sweetheart. It’s not a good look for you.”

“I was worried about David. I didn’t want anything to happen to him.”

“Right and you just happened to be listening in for his good?” he asked, stepping farther into the room.

“Exactly. I care about David. You could have been an axe murderer.”

“What did you plan? To beat him to death with a book?” Joker sat on her bed, grabbing the hardback book from her grip. She reached out to take it from him then started hitting him on the arm.

“Do not underestimate the power of a good book bashing.” She didn’t hit him hard. Joker took the book from her fingers, throwing it into the center of the bed. “That’s no way to treat books.”

“Dad tells me you’re seeing your shrink again.”

Amy closed her mouth then opened it before closing it again. What could she say to that? There was no point in lying. “Yes.”

“The nightmares? They’re back?”

“Mom’s dead; I was struggling. But I’m dealing with things.” She grabbed her pillow and placed it over her lap. This is what she hated about Joker. He saw everything. He saw every little detail to her very soul of what was wrong with her.

“It’s about him again, right? You’re dreaming about him.”

Her heart started racing. What was he referring to? Did he know about her father? “This isn’t any of your business.”

“He’s dead. You don’t need to worry about him anymore.”

“Dead?”

“Yes, he’s dead. Bruce, your father, he’s dead.” He said with a stoic, hard expression on his face.