Rough & Raw (Notorious Devils Book 2) (10 page)

“Brentlee, baby, how’re you doin’?” Johnny Williams asks me, a cigarette hanging between his lips. He’s added a little bulk since school, but his frame is long and lean, and his muscles are the same. He’s built nothing like the massive tank of a man behind me.

“Claimed,” Bates growls. I almost laugh.

“I’m good, Johnny. It’s been a while,” I say softly.

“Too long,” he murmurs, licking his lips and staring straight at my breasts.

“Eyes and hands fuckin’ off, brother,” Bates grinds out. I want to laugh, but I don’t. If he knew the truth, if he only knew, maybe he wouldn’t want me so badly.

I turn to him, ready to tell him that I’ve fucked Johnny, but one look in his eyes and I can’t.
I can’t purposely hurt him
. Not directly. I need to find a way to make it hurt as passively as possible. I close my eyes and leave him standing there. I walk straight to the bar and a boy-man around eighteen winks at me before he introduces himself as a prospect.

Sniper

I watch her go behind the bar. Dirty Johnny is smart and doesn’t follow the sweet view of her ass in those tiny shorts. Instead, he keeps his eyes on mine. He smirks like he has a secret and I’m about to find out just what it fuckin’ is, too.

“What is your deal with her?” I growl.

Fuck, I feel like I want to claw my own fuckin’ skin. I can’t take it anymore. She’s right there, right in front of me for days, but I can’t have her.
It’s killing me.

“You really don’t wanna know. I forgot you had history,” he mumbles. I take a step toward him, my nose practically touching his.

“Tell me, lay it out,” I demand. He sighs before he shakes his head once.

“You’d find out eventually, anyway. Your girl was a whore after you left her, man,” he says. My eyes fly from his to Brentlee as I take a step back.

“What do you mean?” I ask. Blood starts pumping throughout my body as anger fills me.

“She fucked a lot of dudes, what do you think I mean? You gave her a chin lift, and she’d spread. I hate to tell you, but that’s the fuckin’ truth,” he grunts. I look back at him, unable to focus on anything really.

“You fucked her?”

“Brother,” he starts before he clears his throat, “I was a punk ass kid. Wouldn’t matter what a girl looked like. She offered up pussy, I was gonna take it, and Brent’s always been hot as fuck. Of course I fucked her.”

Without thinking, I storm right for her. She’s sliding a bottled beer over to Torch, but the only thing I can see is her.
The whore.
The fucking slut I’m in love with.

I haven’t been a monk, but hearing that Brentlee spread for countless men, including members of the club, it does something to me. It pisses me off. I’m pissed at her and myself. I’m just furious.

“Get your ass over here,” I bark from the side of the bar. Brentlee’s head pops up and a look of confusion crosses her face until her eyes meet mine, then I see nothing but guilt.

“Bates,” she murmurs slowly walking toward me.

I should take her into Fury’s office, but I’m so fucking mad, I don’t think. Instead, I speak, and I fuck up.

“So you turned into a whore after I left, I hear,” I yell out angrily, loud—too loud. She flinches as if I’ve backhanded her.

“Bates,” she says as her lips tremble—her pretty red painted lips, lips I want wrapped around my cock, even knowing what I know now. Nothing’s changed, except my pride, and that’s a mean fucker, because he won’t let me forget everything I’ve just heard.

“You did. How many of the men here did you spread for? I’d like to know how many of my brothers have put their cocks inside of you,” I growl. It’s feral and mean sounding, even to my own ears.

“Bates,” I hear Torch’s voice behind me, but I can’t look at anything but Brentlee.

“It doesn’t matter. Now you know the truth, so you can stop acting like I’m yours, like this will ever work between us,” she yells.

“Maybe you should be living here then; become a whore for the few guys you haven’t fucked yet,” I grind out before I shrug Torch’s hand from my shoulder and turn from her.

I can’t look at her.

Not right now.

I leave, but before I make it to my pick-up, Torch is behind me.

“You’re a fuckin’ dick, man,” he announces.

“Yeah, the woman you love fuck a bunch of your brothers as soon as you leave?” I ask, turning my anger toward him—my only target.

“You were gone. It doesn’t matter what she did, she wasn’t yours at the time.” My jaw clenches with my regret. He’s so right. I left her. I told her to have fun. I didn’t expect her to fuck anybody else, I didn’t want her to.
She’s mine, always has been
.

“I won’t be back tonight. Make sure she gets home,” I mutter, getting into my pickup and speeding out of the parking lot.

I’m fuckin’
done
.

I need a drink and my dick sucked after all this shit. I drive straight to the
Devil’s
Club
in hope of drowning my sorry ass in booze and pussy.

Brentlee

“Y
ou all right over there, darlin’?” Grizz calls out from the other side of the bar.

I watch the front door swing as Bates leaves and I sigh before turning to the big grizzly bear of a man. I give him a weak smile and a nod as my only answer before I go back to work, washing a million disgusting shot glasses.

A few minutes later, Paxton Hill, or as the guys around here call him, Torch, appears in front of me from across the bar. He looks at me with concern and maybe pity, I’m not sure which.

“I’m gonna take you home tonight, okay, babe?” he announces. I feel my stomach clench.

This sealed the deal. This information about me got Bates to give up. Had I known it was so easy, that he’d walk away without a glance back at me, I would have confessed everything the first day. I would have never known how indescribably sweet he could be toward my daughter or toward me. He would have just simply been
the-one-that-got-away
. A sweet memory of the boy he used to be. I knew it would drive him away.

I got exactly what I wanted.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Thanks, Pax,” I murmur.

“He’ll cool down, babe. You aren’t kids anymore; he can’t expect that you stayed true to him all these years. You were married, for fuck’s sake,” Paxton cries, taking a bottle of beer that I slide toward him. I have about seven more hours of work, he deserves at least one beer for dealing with me and my shit.

“It’s better this way. Really, it is. I am who I am, and nothing can change that,” I shrug before I go back to washing shot glasses.

“That’s bullshit,” Paxton says before he takes a swig of his beer.

“No, it’s not,” I counter.

“You were a fifteen-year-old kid who had her heart broken, so you turned to other punk ass kids for attention. That’s what being a kid is, making stupid as shit decisions. He was a stupid kid who broke your heart because he thought he was being noble, or some lame ass shit like that. Doesn’t make what he did right; doesn’t make what you did wrong, either. I don’t recall in the past six years you fuckin’ anybody but your husband, have you?”

“Never,” I whisper. Not only would Scotty kill me, but I wouldn’t cheat on my husband, no matter how much I hated him.

“You and Bates work your shit out, you gonna fuck his brothers on the side?” he asks. My head shoots up, my eyes connecting with his.

“Never,” I say firmly. He nods once before he winks.

“You’re a good girl, Brentlee. Been dealt some shitty hands, but all-in-all, you’ve always been a good girl,” he murmurs.

“Doesn’t change that I’m a slut, Paxton,” I point out as someone calls for a beer. I quickly pop the top and hand it to the beastly man.

“So you fucked a few guys when you were a kid
. Jesus Christ
, do you even know how many girls Bates has fucked?”

“Um, no, and I don’t think I want to,” I grumble as I continue to wash the never ending shot glass pile.

“You really don’t; but let’s just say you’re like the virgin fuckin’ Mary, if we were to do a comparison,” he says. He then turns and walks away from me, leaving me standing there, behind the bar, with my mouth wide open.

“Gonna catch flies, or maybe a swingin’ dick with your mouth open like that, babe,” a man says. I shut my mouth quickly, which causes him to start laughing. “I’m Vault, by the way.”

“Brentlee,” I offer with a smile.

“Know your sister real well. She’s good friends with my wife, Rosie,” he grins.

I spend the rest of the evening serving beers and shots of hard liquor to bikers and whores alike, trying to not stare as the night progresses and people get drunker and drunker. The women are naked, the men are getting sucked and fucked, and then there’s me, serving drinks to them all. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, but it still makes me slightly uncomfortable to watch.

“Shifts over, Brent. You ready to head out?” Paxton asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his fingers around my hip with a squeeze.

“Sure,” I offer with a smile. I step away from him to grab my coat and purse.

“You’ll have to be on my bike, Don’t have a cage,” he says with a shrug as we walk out of the bar.

Luckily, it’s not too chilly out, so I agree and climb on the back of his bike after him.

“Gonna have to hold on tighter, and closer than that,” he chuckles, I scoot even closer to him, my crotch nestled into the small of his back, and my arms tight around his trim waist.

I hope Bates doesn’t come home tonight. I don’t think I could handle the way he looked at me again, shock and disgust marring his features. I am so obviously not
his
anymore, and now he’s perfectly aware as to why. I’m not the good girl I once was. I’m just some damaged slut now. Its better this way.

Sniper

It was a dick move to leave her the way I did,
I think as I take another shot of tequila. I usually don’t drink the stuff, but tonight, I need it. I watch as a pretty blonde named Jordan shakes her tits on stage. They don’t move, and for whatever reason, I find that shit hilarious tonight.

“You’re so fucked up over that girl, its ridiculous,” I hear a familiar voice say behind me. I turn around as Fury sits down at the bar and motions for a beer from Candy.

“I am. Turns out, she fucked a whole lotta guys after I went off to boot camp,” I announce as Candy walks up to us, handing Fury his beer and me a water.

“You been a saint for ten years, so that shit matters to you?” Fury asks, taking a pull from his beer. I notice Candy hasn’t left, and isn’t going to.
Nosey little bitch
.

“You be all good with LeeLee fuckin’ other guys while you were in the pen, then?” I slur.

“Not the same thing and you know it. But, I’d get over it; I’d have to with the way I treated her. We all make our beds of roses or shit and have to lie in them. You broke up with her a decade ago. Who or what she did after that is not something you can get pissed at her for. Just like all those bitches you’ve fucked she can’t say dick to you about. It’s a two-way street, brother,” Fury points out. He’s right; he’s so fucking right, but I don’t want him to be. I want to be justified in my anger with Brentlee.

“Not to butt in or nothin’,” Candy begins, butting in. I roll my eyes because she’s always up in my shit. “You can’t expect her to sit around and wait for you for ten years. I mean, even the best good girl on earth ain’t gonna waste all her youth doin’ that shit.”

“You don’t know shit,” I mumble, taking a shot as Candy throws her head back laughing.

“Yeah, asshole, I don’t know a damn thing. I know that I’ve wasted plenty of my time and youth on jerks, cheaters, and liars. You cannot get pissed that she didn’t stay your one pure love while you abandoned her and did whatever the fuck you wanted to. Don’t think I haven’t seen you in here, fuckin’ two girls at once. You think she’s gonna be cool with all that? That she should be fine and accept that? But you don’t have to accept that she slept with a few guys when she was young? You’re just pissed because you know who the guys are. All you assholes are the fuckin’ same,” Candy announces before she turns and walks away from me.

“She’s right,” Fury agrees before he finishes his beer. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

I don’t protest. I wanted nothing more than to fuck a bitch tonight, to fuck the thoughts of Brentlee away, but I can’t. She’s all I can think about. Even now, knowing she’s fucked at least two of my own club brothers, I want inside of her. I want to claim her for the world to see, I want to shove it in every motherfucker’s face that—she.is.
mine
.

Once I step out of the SUV, Fury tells me that he’ll be by sometime in the morning to take me back to the club for my truck. I wave him off and stumble to the porch. I open the front door and Tammy is sitting on the sofa, knitting and watching an old black and white movie. Her head comes up and she awards me with a gentle smile.

“Stella’s been asleep four hours. What a sweet girl,” she says. Her same smile instantly falls as I stumble toward the chair in the room. “You’re drunk. You didn’t drive did you?”