Undeniable (10 page)

The clubhouse whores weren't half as bad as the ones constantly camped out at the Demon's NYC MC, half of which were actual whores.  That's not saying these girls didn't have their problems. The biggest being they desperately wanted to become an old lady and early on had made the mistake of sleeping with half the club.  Now they were stuck.  No biker was going to put a woman on the back of his bike who's
slept with half his brothers.

My least favorite was a
bleached blonde
named Miranda.
  She was twenty five, a high school dropout and a mom of two, father's unknown.  When I asked her where her kids were, what she did with them while she was here - which apparently was all the time- she told me her mother had custody.  This disgusted me.  I had no love for deadbeat moms.

I asked Deuce if he'd been with her and he gave me a cocked eyebrow, lazy eyed look. 

Then he'd said, "Babe," in such a way that made me feel like I'd just asked the most ridiculous question ever asked.

I’d stormed off and he’d burst out laughing.  Next thing I knew he was tossing me up over his shoulder and taking me back to bed.

As for the rest of the regulars, they varied in ages and sizes same as the biker's they catered to.  Some were young, other's middle aged.  Some were thin and shapeless others plump with a little too many curves in all the wrong places.  Most were average women who wore too much makeup and not enough clothing.  All of them were pathetic.

All except Dorothy, a petite redhead with lots of adorable freckles.  She was twenty four and married with a seven year old daughter.  Her husband was a scumbag truck driver who was gone three weeks out of every month.  She would wake up in the morning, drive her daughter to school then come straight to the club.  Aside from participating in her exclusive relationship with Jase - who wasn't exclusive to her and was married to boot - she was paid to clean the club, make breakfast and lunch for the brothers and do their laundry before she left for the day.  Jase was there every day she was, they would spend an hour or two in his room, he would leave and she'd get back to work.  Around three, she'd leave to pick up her daughter and wouldn't return until the next morning.  Every now and then, she would drop her daughter off at her sisters on a Friday or Saturday so she and Jase could spend the night together.  All this I knew because she had made lunch for Kami and I and we'd spent the afternoon talking.

At twenty five, Jase was a fairly gorgeous man in the Marine reserves with a high and tight haircut and a kick ass body.  The club whores flocked to him like flies to shit and Dorothy - pretty but in a girl next-door sort of way - knew this and simply accepted it.  She was prime old lady material.  She was a good woman who obviously loved him, who put up with his shit and had no problem with having to put up with more.  Only she would never be his old lady because Jase already had one.  

I wasn't sure how to feel about Jase knowing what I knew.  From what I saw, he treated her well enough.  I'd watched him slip money in her wallet when she wasn't looking and most important he didn't carouse in front of her, but still… 

He was married to a girl he'd knocked up in high school (information also gleaned from Dorothy) and while I can understand that he's unhappy with his situation he should have rectified it before he involved himself in someone else's life.

But this was typical.  And I was used to it.  I was also used to keeping my opinions to myself.

"Earth to Eva," Dorothy said in a singsong voice while waving her tiny hand in front of my face.

I jerked my head up and she started laughing.

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

"No," I said honestly.  "I was lost inside my head."

"She's always lost inside her head," Kami announced.

I cut my eyes at her.  "Speaking of head…  Where are Cox and Ripper?"

It was lunchtime and I hadn't seen either of them since they'd dragged Kami off again last night.

"Sleeping me off," She stated proudly.  Both Dorothy and I burst out laughing.

"Speaking of which," She continued, popping her last bite of ham sandwich into her mouth.  "I should go wake them up."  She slipped off the barstool and sauntered through the kitchen looking graceful and beautiful despite her lack of sleep and vigorous exercise. 

"Hey Deuce," She purred. 

I spun around.  Deuce was standing in the doorway, arms above his head, his hands grasping the top of the doorframe causing his muscles to bulge and his black tee shirt to ride up, revealing a fabulous abdomen.  He was also covered in grease.  Head to toe.

Kami was looking up at him like he was a hot fudge sundae. 

"Go easy on my boy’s woman; they got shit to do today." 

He moved aside to let her pass and slipped into the stool she had just vacated. 

"You’re gonna kill me babe."

I took a sip of my coffee.  "What?"

"That fuckin’ dress babe.  Killin’ me."

I glanced down at my strapless sundress.  It was dark green, virtually shapeless soft cotton that hung just slightly above mid thigh.  It was simple, comfortable and very me.  And not at all sexy, not compared to the clothing women like Kami wore.

"Um…seriously?  It's like a big green bag."

He narrowed his eyes.  "No babe, it's not."

Jase chose that moment to barrel into the kitchen.  He crossed the room and literally swept Dorothy off her feet and into a passionate embrace like the ones you see in the movies.

"Missed you baby," He groaned into her mouth.

She giggled.  "You saw me yesterday."

With her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, he strode back through the kitchen. 

“Eva!” Dorothy yelled, “Are you going to be here for the barbeque?”

"Twenty four hours,” Jase growled.  “Babe, it's been twenty four horrible fuckin' hours and you're talkin' 'bout barbeques.  This is me time and you need to focus.  You gotta let me get you your own place, you gotta leave that man, so I can see you whenever the fuck I want and you'll be fuckin' focused.  On me.  You gotta let me take care of-

The doors closed
behind them leaving Deuce and I alone. 

“Speakin’ of the barbeque, how long you stayin’ babe?”

My gaze slid back to Deuce.  I couldn’t tell by his expression if he wanted me to stay or not.

“Babe?”

“Um…”

Laughing, he reached out and pulled me into his lap.  His hands wrapped around my middle and he buried his face in my neck.

“How long you got?” He murmured.

“All summer,” I whispered.

“Then you're stayin' at my cabin.”

Oh god.  He wanted me to stay all summer.  At his cabin.

“The clubhouse is fine with me,” I whispered, reeling from this new development.

“No babe.  I know you’re used to it but I don’t want you seein’ all the fucked up shit the boys are always doin’.”

"It doesn't bother me."

He snorted.  "Me fuckin' Miranda bothers you."

"Not if it's in the past tense."  I narrowed my eyes.  "It is in the past tense, right?"

He snorted.  "You’re here; it's in the past tense."

Huh.  I wasn't sure I liked that answer.

"Okay," I said slowly, "Then it doesn't bother me."

"Babe.  Old ladies don't hang at the club.  And they sure as shit don't sleep here.  You know that."

What?

What!

I twisted around in his lap so we were face to face.  "What did you just call me?"

His eyebrows drew together.  "Babe?"

"No!" I yelled.  "You called me an old lady!  I am not an old lady; I'm a Demon!  I was born and raised in the life and I'm not going to be locked up in some cabin in the middle of nowhere waiting for you to hang out with me!
”

"You done?"  He asked evenly.

"Are you going to let me hang out here?"

"No."

I scrambled off his lap.  "No?"  I whispered.

"Yeah babe.  No.  You're goin’ to my place and I'll be there with you when I'm not here."

I gaped at him.  “You won’t let me stay here but you’ll let Kami?”

His expression hardened.  “Kami’s a fuckin’ whore," He said flatly.  "Locked in a room with two of my boys right now.”

"Fuck. You." I spat.  "If I wanted to be treated like this I'd be in a Demon’s bed not yours!"

In the blink of an eye, Deuce was off the stool, gripping my shoulders.

"First," He growled.  "Don't run your fuckin' mouth at me.  Ever.  Second, ain't no way I'm lettin' you hang here so stop fuckin' askin'.  Third bitch, you throw shit 'bout bein' in someone else’s bed at me again an I'm puttin' you on plane back to New York so you can climb right the fuck in someone else’s bed and you can fuckin' stay there."

Staring up at him, watching the lines around his eyes tightening, his nostrils flaring, his lips pressing together in a thin white line, hearing the raw anger in his voice, made my stomach drop.  This wasn't the Deuce I knew glaring down at me; this was Deuce, bad ass biker, cold blooded killer, furious with me.  Me.

What had I done?

My lip began to tremble and I bit down on it.

"You feel me, Eva?"

I nodded.

"Say it," He growled.

Sheesh.  My own father, even when mad at me, had never spoken to me like this.

"I feel you," I whispered.

He shoved me towards the doors.  "Go to my fuckin' room if you're gonna cry.  Last thing I need is weepin' females in my fuckin' club."

My tears spilled over as I pushed blindly through the swinging doors and down the back hallway, past the hall of bedrooms, to the very end, Deuce's suite.  Digging through my backpack, I pulled out my credit card and called the airlines.  I was going home. 

☼☼☼

Deuce ran his hands through his air.  Fuck, she pissed him off. 

She had called herself a Demon!  What the fuck was Preacher thinking raising her inside the club?  The entire fucking circuit knew Eva Fox.  Why the fuck had Preacher done that shit?

Chr
ist.  He would not rearrange his whole fucking life for some bitch just because he had some fucked up obsession with her.

"Hey you."

He turned and found Miranda pushing through the kitchen doors. 

"You want somethin' to eat baby? I was gonna make myself a salad."

"Yeah," He said roughly, "I want somethin' to fuckin' eat.”

Miranda was his bitch.  He didn't share her.  He'd given her a room at the club so he had access to her when he wanted it.  Eva’s arrival had him considering sending her to the apartment he paid for.

He was seriously reconsidering that now.

Gripping Miranda's tiny waist, he swung her up on the counter in front of him and pushed down the straps of her tank top revealing the double d's he bought a few years back.

"You done with that little girl?" She purred.

"Shut up," He muttered and took her mouth in his.

☼☼☼

After booking a flight home for tomorrow afternoon, I dried my eyes and set out to find Kami.  I found her in Cox's bedroom in a seriously compromising position with Cox and Ripper that I was pretty sure would be giving me nightmares for the rest of my
life.  I told her I would talk to her later and slammed the door.  Then I headed towards the front of the warehouse to tell Deuce I was leaving.  He wasn't in the main room or his office which left the kitchen or the bathrooms.  I checked the kitchen first.

Miranda's back was facing me but I could see Deuce just fine.

I was not going to cry.  Nope.  Just because he wasn't the man I'd thought he was didn't mean I was going to cry.  It was my own fault, putting him on some kind of pedestal when in reality he was just another biker, who lies, cheats, and steals and who can't resist slutty club ass.

He looked up and saw me standing in the doorway.  If he was surprised to see me, or felt any sort of guilt at all, he didn't show it.  For this I was grateful.  My threatening tears were replaced by anger; anger that allowed me to meet him stare for stare.

I was still standing there, staring, when the gate alarm went off.

ZZ came flying down the hallway past me. “RAID!”  He bellowed.  Several more brothers's followed him, looking panicked.  Cox and Ripper were next, shirtless and pulling on jeans as they ran.

I moved out of the way of the stampede and into the kitchen.  Miranda had since jumped off Deuce and was pulling up her tank top.  Deuce walked by without even looking at me.

Miranda and I caught eyes.  "Eva," She said softly.  "I'm gonna tell you this because you're a sweet girl.  Deuce is not a one-woman man.  He never will be.  You'd do well to find yourself a nice guy who will worship all that beautiful you've got goin' on, not just once in a while but all the time."

She was being sincere; she even looked apologetic.

I shrugged.  "It's really not a big deal.  I was on summer vacation and wanted to have some fun without my daddy and brother breathing down my neck, you know?"