Devil's Charm (4 page)

Would she have fucked him?
If they’d not been interrupted Lexie knew she wouldn’t have been able to fight
him at all. There was something magnetic about him. His gaze saw far more than
he let on.

Get over yourself. No man sees anything but his dick.

She turned over to look at
Simon. He was the only thing she needed to be thinking about. Other men could
go and fuck themselves. She didn’t need anyone or anything. Climbing out of the
bed she walked over to the window to look out at the night sky. It was dark and
all the stars were shining brightly. At that moment she really hoped wishes
could be true. She’d wish for a much better life for Simon.

Closing her eyes, she headed
back to bed, resting her head on the pillow. Within minutes sleep finally
claimed her.

****

The club had turned into a
fucking orgy. Devil watched the room seeing all of his men in different states
of undress as women attended to their every need. Vincent sat at the bar with
him nursing a beer.

“Missed you on the road,”
Devil said. Vincent had been one of their crew for a long time. When he’d
fallen for a little redhead with lips that looked like they could pleasure a
man, Vincent had bowed out of the road. He was still a member of the Chaos
Bleeds, but he looked after the strip club rather than ride. It worked out
well, as Devil hated to bring outsiders into club life.

“I missed the road, but I
know I’d miss Phoebe more. She’s my world, man.”

“You sound like a whipped
pussy.” Sipping at his beer, Devil glanced toward the girls’ changing rooms.
The bitch he’d wanted for the night was long gone. She’d taken off while he
dealt with Ripper and Spider’s problem. His two boys had been fighting over a
woman. Looking toward them Devil got angry. Why fight over a woman and then
fucking share her anyway? It made no sense to him.

“I am. No one compares to
her at all.”

“How does she find you
running a strip club? Does she check your dick out for lipstick marks?”

“She knows I wouldn’t screw
anything here. They’re here to earn money, and half of them are probably STD
riddled.” Vincent shook his head. “I don’t know how it happened, but I’m a one
woman man now. I know, pussy, right?”

“Nah, I saw some of The
Skulls. They’re the same. Looked happy and I’m happy for you.” Devil slapped
his friend on the back.

“How long you sticking
around for this time?” Vincent asked.

“Worried we’ll upset your
woman?”

“Nah, Phoebe doesn’t have a
problem with you guys. You’re family, and she’s big on family.”

“The boys are looking to
settle down. We can do our runs and shit, but crashing in dives has lost its appeal.”
Devil took another sip of his beer. “We’re looking to have a little thing going
like Tiny. He’s got a fucking dream up and running. No one gives him shit,
beside the obvious problems of the club. I was thinking we could do something
here. Build a club and earn money.”

“You’d have to get rid of
the pimps or strike up a deal. Some of the men love their women earning money,”
Vincent said.

“Any
trouble here?”

“Only
when one of them tried to take my girls.
I don’t like unwilling, and believe me when I say I’ve got a couple of
girls unwilling to trade stripping for whoring.” Vincent threw the empty bottle
into the trash can.

“Like who?” Devil asked.

“Jenny, she’s the short one.
Sweet, husband comes in every night to see her shows. They’ve got a thing going,
and I think they’re only here to spice up their love life.” Vincent chuckled.
“He’s the one who stayed ‘round the back.
Always taking care
of his woman.”

“Sounds like a club man.”

“Probably.
He only wants Jenny though.”

“The
other?”
Devil asked, hoping Lexie’s name came up. Shit, he
really needed to look for Kayla’s sister. She could be his only hope of finding
his son.

“Lexie is the other. She’s
single from what I know. Came in six months ago needing a job. Insecure though.
She only wanted a waitressing job. Thought she was too fat to be a dancer,”
Vincent said.

“Fucking bitches. I really
don’t know what goes on in their heads.” Devil couldn’t be bothered with women
talking about dieting and shit. Once they started talking shit, he shoved his
dick in their mouth to shut them up.

“Yeah, she’s a good earner.
The little boy she’s looking after is cute, too. She came in with him.”

Devil froze. Okay, the name
was a fucking coincidence but not that fucking much.

“What the
hell you talking about?”
Devil asked.

“What’s the matter?”

“Start from the beginning. What
fucking kid?”

Vincent frowned. “She turned
up six months ago carrying a baby.
A little boy, newborn.
Her sister had showed up and dumped him. Left Lexie to provide for him and
that’s when she came to me for a job. She sounded pretty desperate.”

“You’ve got to be fucking
kidding me.” Devil stood up heading toward the office. After his recent phone
call with Tiny, he wasn’t in the mood to start shit. Hearing about Snitch being
back from the fucking dead hadn’t put him in a good mood. There was no way he’d
been kissing the woman he was looking for. Miracles did not fall into his
fucking lap so easily.

“Devil, hold it, what’s
going on?” Vincent asked.

He opened the filing cabinet
where Vincent kept the files of all of their employees. The strip club was
aboveboard and fucking legal. No one could slam them with anything. Finding her
file, he looked at the man who had her this whole time.

“On the road I knocked up a
woman by the name of Kayla Howard. You know her?” Devil asked.

“No, I’ve never heard of
her.”

“Her half-sister is known as
Lexie Howard. They have different fucking dads but the same mom.” He pulled out
the information that Tiny had gotten for him off Whizz. The girl in the picture
didn’t look anything like the woman he had seen tonight.

“Everything matches up. The
baby, the time frame, everything,” Devil said.

“Are you telling me, Lexie,
my stripper, is who you’ve come looking for?” On the road Devil hadn’t phoned
with any update or anything for Vincent. He’d simply told the other man he was
on his way to see him. “She’s a good girl, Devil.”

“Her sister is the one I’ve
got a fucking problem with. Where does Lexie live?” he asked, looking through
her work.

Vincent took the paperwork
from him. “Promise me you’re not going to hurt this girl. She’s working hard
for that boy. He’s yours, isn’t he?”

“The boy, yeah, he’s mine.
I’m going to do a fucking paternity test to find out first. Knowing Kayla he
could be fathered by anyone.”

Devil saw her date of birth
put her at twenty-one years old. Kayla was over five years older than she was.

“Tell me I’m not about to
put this girl in danger?” Vincent asked.

“I’ve not got a problem with
the girl. She’s not a blonde then.” He thought about her hair, which reminded
him so much of Angel. Part of him was pleased she didn’t have blonde hair.

“It’s a wig.”

Vincent gave him the
address. “Do you think you should be going out now?”

“No time like the present. I
want to see her now.” He headed out of the office. Someone turned the music off
as he grabbed his boys’ attention. “Anyone who can ride
get
your asses on your bike. I’ve got to go and get my kid. Is this place okay for
us to crash tonight?” Devil asked. Tomorrow he’d be looking to find a place big
enough, like Tiny had. The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea
of having all of his men in one place.

“Sure. This is your place,
Devil. Deeds are all in your name.”

“Good. You can head on home.
Send my love to Phoebe.”

“Will do.
What do you want me to do about the women here?”

“Shit, some of my men can
stay while I get this shit sorted out.” Devil walked out of the building toward
his bike. Straddling his machine, he turned the ignition, loving the feel of
the bike coming to life. It was time for him to get to his kid and get him home
safe.

Not got a home.

He’d handle all the other
finer details later.

The ride didn’t take long at
all. He was shocked by the activity outside the apartment building. Women stood
waiting for some kind of action. In a few hours the sun would be up and the
women would disappear. Is this the kind of life Lexie was looking for? He
didn’t even know the woman, and yet he was pissed at the fact she was living
like this.

A pimp was yelling as he thumped
one of the girls. Devil hated getting in other people’s business, but the girl
was already black and blue.

“What are you doing, boss?”
Curse asked.

Curse had gotten his name
during one of their rides. Whatever could go wrong on the guy’s bike had, and
they’d nicknamed him Curse. His real name was Bradley James, and he was a damn
good man. Devil made sure the men who stuck right by him were not users or
abusers. There were some rules he abided by even if he didn’t show it to anyone
else. He liked the fact The Skulls thought he was ruthless, which he was, but
he wasn’t into beating up bitches either.

He was all about fair
fighting, and a pimp against a scared young girl was not fair. She didn’t look
all that old either.

“I hate pimps almost as much
as I hate liars.” Devil clicked his knuckles approaching the man who was
kicking the girl on the ground.

“No, please, stop, he didn’t
pay me. I promise you he didn’t pay me.” The girl was whimpering, sobbing, and
trying to protect herself from the brutish attack.

“You’re a fucking slut. Pay
me my money.” The pimp wouldn’t stop.

Clearing his throat, Devil
waited for Pimp to stop.

“What the fuck do you want?”
Pimp asked.

“What’s your name?”

“Rob, what’s it the fuck to
you?” Rob, the pimp, walked away from the girl to get into Devil’s face. “Do
you want me to fuck you over, huh?”

Devil’s men chuckled.

“You the pimp around here,
pretty boy?” Devil asked.

“Yeah, you want to start
working on my land you’ve got to pay a fucking fee. These are my girls, and
this is my fucking
lan
—”
Devil slammed his forehead against Rob’s. There was only so much shouting he
was going to accept. He hated pimps and especially pimps who forced girls into
the lifestyle. The girl he’d been beating didn’t look older than seventeen.
When Rob grabbed his nose, he landed a blow to his face. Rob went down, and he
slammed his foot onto the guy’s junk for good measure.

Rob screamed like a girl.

He noticed a lot of women
were cheering at him for beating on the fucking pimp.

“Now, let’s see if I’ve got
this right. I own this place. Name is Devil, and I’m president of Chaos
Bleeds.”

“Fuck you, prick.” Rob made
to spit on him.

Pressing Rob’s face against
the tarmac, Devil waited for him to scream before lifting him up. The girl Rob
had been beating on looked, terrified.

“It’s time for you to say
sorry.” Dragging Rob across the ground by his hair toward the girl he saw Curse
was talking to her, stopping her from running away. “What’s your name, honey?”
Devil asked.

“It’s Judi.”

“How old are you, Judi?”

“I’ll be eighteen in three
weeks.”

“You
telling me you’re not even eighteen yet?”
Devil asked.

“No.”

The desire to end Rob was
strong, but he needed him to put the word out about Chaos Bleeds. Once the word
was out, Rob was going to be his.

“You will not fucking touch
her again. If I see your face around here I will put a bullet through your
motherfucking skull. Do you understand me?” Devil asked.

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Say sorry,” Devil said.

“I’m not saying sorry to
that fucking slut.”

Rob’s hand was flat out on
the ground. Lifting his foot, Devil brought it down. He heard the crunch of
bone as Rob squealed like a girl.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking
sorry.”

“That wasn’t so difficult,
was it?” Devil asked. “Get the fuck out of my sight. I see you once more then
you’re fucking dead.”

The pimp scrambled away
trying to run so fast.

“Judi, are you okay?” Devil
asked, crouching down to look her in the eye.

“Thank you. Thank you so
much.” She moved to her knees and then wrapped her arms around his neck. The
young girl sobbed as her frail body trembled.

“Get her cleaned up.
Where’s your parents
?” Devil asked.