Ransomed MC Princess #1 (4 page)

Candy knocks the side of her head. “Damien wants you too! Duh!”

My pulse skyrockets. And a certain part of me pulls even tighter at the thought that he would want me…

God, I need to get a grip!

I try to laugh it off. “That’s impossible. Damien hates me. He’s pretty much hated me from the first time he saw me. He thinks everything I have in life was handed to me and is condescending as hell.”

Candy looks at me like I’m the biggest idiot on the face of the earth—like I’m even dumber than stupid, annoying, manwhore Damien. “It’s an act. All of it. He’s teasing you because he likes you, and apparently hasn’t progressed past the age of 14 to the step where he, you know, tells the girl he likes that he likes her instead of doing the adult equivalent of pulling her hair.”

“And the adult equivalent is fucking every woman he sees? In the kitchen when I’m trying to make a snack? In the club room when I get home from work? In the garage when I go in to take out my bike? In the room right next to my bedroom so I’m serenaded by his fuck noises when I try to go to sleep?”

“Yep,” Candy says, like this is all totally obvious.

“No way. Damien wants me to drive me crazy.”

“Yeah, drive you so crazy that you’ll rip off his clothes and jump on his cock and ride it ‘till you drive
him
crazy!”

My stomach rolls. Or at last it should roll, because I think all of my interior organs just turned to mush! “That is so gross don’t even joke about it.”

“Fine, I’ll stop as long as you don’t keep trying to pretend that that boy doesn’t look damn fine in his birthday suit and stop pretending like you don’t know his eyes follow you around wherever you go. Why do you think you’ve never been able to keep a boyfriend, huh? You’ve got a knock-out body, lots of curves, and a gorgeous face.”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe I haven’t had a boyfriend yet because I’ve got creepy reptilian, skull, and flower tattoos all over my body, dye my hair black, and, oh yeah, my dad is the president of the local MC and has on at least seven different occasions that I know of stood up in public and threatened to castrate any man who tries to get in my pants?”

“Come now. Guys are into your freakshow look, especially the guys we hang around. They’d take Elvira over Barbie any day.”

“Maybe, but this guy Damien who’s supposed to be so into me? He’s always balls-deep in Barbie.”

“Yeah, because he’s trying to get Elvira out of his head!” This time, she knocks the side of my head. “Use your noggin, girl! It’s not there just for show.”

“It makes no sense. If he wanted me that bad, why would he fuck girls all the time?”

“Ugh. I give up,” Candy whimpers, throwing her hands up.

“No! Tell me!”

“You’re hopeless. You won’t see the truth even if it dick-slaps you in the face.”

“Come on! I want to know!”

“Do you really?”

I nod as Candy’s eyes narrow.

“Fine, girl. Let me explain it to you real slow. The fact that he’s fuckin’ girls left and right…well, as you probably know, it just ain’t normal, even for guys in the club.”

“Yeah. That much is obvious.”

“Good. So now let’s move to part 2. What if, every single time he wanted to fuck you, he grabbed the nearest chick he could find?”

I press my knees together. “Are you serious?”

“Oh, I am so serious. You don’t even know the half of it. You may want that boy, but Damien’s fuckin’ obsessed. It’s not just your daddy who’s been threatening to cut guy’s dicks off.”

My knees squeeze together tighter, the bottom half of me at complete odds with my suddenly functioning “noggin’” that is swirling with rage and disgust. “What do you mean?”

“Remember that time in gym back in Jr. High? When you ran the mile without your sports bra on?”

“Yeah…” He told me it looked like my tits were hanging out and it was gross. “Well, you weren’t the only one he yelled at. I mean, man, your boobs weren’t even the thing he was lookin’ at.”

“That doesn’t surprised me. He told me they were gross. Then, he said I was going to give everyone nightmares.”

Candy laughs. “Oh, I’m sure all the boys
did
have nightmares for the next month at least. He took every single guy aside and told them that if any of them ever even thought about what they saw, he was going to beat the shit out of them, and if any of them tried to act on what they sure as fuck shouldn’t be feelin’, well, he was gonna kill them.”

Could that be real? I tried to remember back to that day at gym. How all the guys had seemed to snub me after. “Oh my god,” I whisper.

“Yeah. Let’s just say that wasn’t the only time he made the threat. He told J.C. that he’d pin his balls on him like a corsage if he took you to prom.”

“Oh my god!” I start pacing. I’d liked J.C. He was sweet and wrote poetry and his light kisses made me feel like I was floating on butterflies. He was exactly the kind of man I wanted—generous, doting, nice to everyone. He was the exact opposite of that disgusting, loud, cocky boy I’d had to grow up beside. He’d been learning guitar and he’d even written me a song. It wasn’t very long or very good, but that didn’t matter. It was his first song and he’d made it for me.

I wanted to give J.C. one of my firsts.

Actually, not just one of them.

I’d wanted to give him my biggest first.

And the Damien asshole had ruined that chance for me! I’d cried for months—
months!!!
—after J.C. suddenly broke it off and ran down the hall in tears. I hadn’t understood it. If he was crying, and I was crying, why did we have to be apart? Why had his hands trembled when I’d ran after him and thrown myself on him, begging him to take me right then and there?

It all made sense now. Such cruel, evil sense.

“You my virgin existence is
Damien’s
fault?”

Candy nods.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I thought J.C. hated me!”

“If J.C. couldn’t have stood up to Damien, there’s no way he would have been able to take on your dad. Can you imagine what kind of deep shit that poor boy would be in if he actually went through with fucking you?”

I gulped. “That still gave Damien no right to
threaten my boyfriend’s life
. And you still didn’t answer my question. Why did you never tell me this? I thought you were my friend!”

“I am! Look, Damien said he was gonna tell you himself, that he was waiting ‘for the time to be right,’ but goddamn it, I’m fuckin’ tired of watching you two make Bambi eyes at one another while plotting to kill each other.”

I frown. “I still haven’t forgiven you.”

“That’s alright. I wouldn’t forgive me either, just yet.” Candy smiles. “But I think you will when you learn what I’ve got planned.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I think it’s time.” Candy’s grin deepens. “Because it looks like you’re finally ready to fight back.”

The shop hadn’t changed at all since I was a kid. Faded morning light spilled in from under the garage doors. It was early, so most of the guys were in the office overlooking the garage eating donuts and burning their tongues on instant coffee. Damien and I were on the far side, hidden behind Lincoln Navigator and a bright yellow Volkswagen. Normally, I would have liked the privacy, but this morning was anything but normal.

Everyone was a little on edge about the big meeting tonight. Representatives from clubs from Oregon, Montana, Washington, California and Nevada were coming to discuss territorial boundaries and the less…well, let’s just say the less socially acceptable work the MCs did.

I
wish
all my nerves were due to the upcoming meeting, but they so weren’t. I was having a difficult time thinking of the present, because, seeing him bent-over and focused on work, and watching the muscles on his tattooed arms flex as he went about it, my thoughts kept wondering to last night.

I shut my eyes.

Yeah. So did not want to go there. Instead, I tried to think about what I could do about it. Unfortunately, Candy’s plan was even more cray-cray than the zombie-amusement-park-theme she’d decided to go for when she did her nails last night.

Girl, check these the fuck out! They even glow in the dark!
she’d said.

Candy, stop trying to change the topic! This plan of yours is dumb. It will never work.

Oh, it will work.
Then she’d laughed, looking at her nails.

No, it won’t!

Why are you so against it? You afraid? I thought you were ready to fight back—to fight dirty.

That had shut me up. I was ready to fight back. I wanted to get Damien where it hurt. Which…according to Candy…was right in his…

“Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand.”

I yelped and jumped back, almost tripping over the can of gas near the car.

Damien looked up from under the hood, scowling. “Come on, Princess. Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand.”

My heart fluttered. Oh God. This was bad. So bad. I’d just been thinking about his…his…well, you know! And then he’d said that stupid made-up tool name and the two had merged in my mind
and now why the fuck couldn’t I stop thinking about his “Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand!
”

Damien sighed and leaned against the hood, grease obscuring the tattoos on his arms, his ripped jeans and white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He was manly, rugged and good-looking but only in that manly, rugged, good-looking sort of way.

“What’s wrong, Princess?”

I lick my lips. “Nothing…” I whisper as I lean over to pick up the Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand. Once Damien had learned that I actually knew what all the tools were but just used my own unique names for them, he realized it would be easier for him to learn what my made-up names were instead of trying to teach me their real names. So whenever we worked together in the shop, which was pretty damn often, he still asked me for them by my silly made-up names even though I told him that I knew what their real names were, now.

It was just another example of how he always teased me. Because he totally hated and definitely didn’t want— I glance to my left through long strands of black hair as I stand. Damien’s eyes are on me in a way I’ve never seen them on me before. He’s staring at my ass like he wants to tattoo his name on it.

My heart jumps. No. That can’t be it, can it? I finish standing and he looks away just before our eyes meat and runs his hands through his hair.

“Your shorts are too fuckin’ short, babe.”

What. The. Fuck?

“If you wanna work, you should come to work dressed. Especially on a day like today, when everyone is on edge about the five-state meetin’ this evening. You lettin’ all your shit hang out like that? Not even a fuckin’ distraction, just fuckin’ disrespectful. You grew up in this club. You should know better than that.”

I see red. “What the hell you mean disrespectful? I’m not the one who fucks his bitches on the hoods of our client’s cars! You hotboxed Mr. Gleeson’s Benz and had a fucking orgy in there!
You
grew up in this club,
you
should know better than that.”

“Wow, you sure are all worked up about that, Princess. Did you feel like you were missin’ out?”

My upper lip curls back. My eyes bulge. I’m probably making the freakiest face I’ve ever made in my life, but I can’t help it. What he said was just so out of line! “Yeah right! Like I’d want anything to do with your big, nasty…”

Why the fuck is he walking closer to me? I fling more adjectives in his face to try to stop him as I backtrack into the wall near the back door to the shop. “Awful, mean, big, disgusting…”

I’m cornered. He grins. “You’ve said big twice, babe.”

I thought about how
that part of him
had felt pushed up against my cunt and ass and lower back. Big was an understatement. “Well, it is. I mean, I don’t care that it is. I really don’t. You could have the biggest Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand in the world and I wouldn’t care!”

Damien’s mouth dropped open as he scowled. “The fuck?”

“I don’t want any part of your Majestic Pink…” My eyes open wide. Oh shit, had I just said that out loud? “I mean you dick. Keep it to yourself.”

Damien shakes his head, chuckling. “That’s gonna be pretty hard to do when I have to listen to you beggin’ for it every single day.”

Now it was my turn to say, “Then fuck?!?”

He puts his arm above my head and leans in close. “I used to think it was so silly how you kept using these special names for all the tools we had lyin’ around. Then, when we were teens, you started only using those silly names with me. When your dad asked for a wrench, you always handed him a wrench. But you’d only do the same for me if it was a Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand. Now I know why.”

I gulped. “I don’t think you do.”

“Oh, I know. It’s ‘cause when you and me got to be around fifteen, you started to think about me and my big, thick, hard…” he smiles, “Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand.”

“Don’t pollute the Majestic PInk Unicorn Wand with your filthy mind! Now I’m never gonna be able to hand one to you without thinking about…about…”

“Without thinkin’ ‘bout what, Princess?”

He’s leaning in way too close. His eyes are looking at my lips like he’s thinking about doing something very, very, very bad. And just when I think he’s going to do that bad thing, which will undoubtable lead to many more bad things, he steps back.

I breathe heavily for a few seconds. Why the fuck is it so hot in here? Reaching for the exit, I glance back at Damien, who is strangely not looking at me.

“You need new shorts, and a new fuckin’ shirt.”

I frown. “What?”

“I can see your bra in that thing, and it’s fuckin’ pink.”

My nostril’s flare. I’m making the freaky, bug-eyed, vengeful demoness face again, but god damnit I am not just gonna take this! “What? You have a problem of pink? I wouldn’t know it from all the leftover pink thongs you have on your floor!”

His eyes go dark. “You wearin’ that shit ‘cause you’re thinkin’ ‘bout what it would look like on my floor?”

Did he just suggest what I thought he suggested? That I’d want to add something to his trashy thong collection? “EEEWWWW!!!!!”