Blind Devotion (19 page)

“There are no games going on here, Devil. You’re a
means to an end. I need you for one thing, transportation. When you fail to be
of use, I get rid of you.”

Kenneth smirked from his place beside Frederick. “I’m
going to
be wanting
my wife and daughter.”

“I’ve got a problem with you, fuck-face,” Devil said,
glaring at Kenneth.

“Who the
fuck are
you talking
to?” Kenneth asked, going red in the face.

“Come here and talk to me like that.”

Frederick smirked.
“Go on, Kenneth.
He won’t do anything. I need you all alive.”

Pussy stared at Homer. In his mind he saw Ashley’s
laughing face despite her troubled past. She didn’t deserve to die. Whatever
Devil had planned Pussy wasn’t leaving until this fucker was in the ground. Kenneth
took the cocky steps toward Devil. The bastard was so sure of his position in Frederick’s
life.

Smirking, Pussy watched as Devil looked relaxed. His
boss always looked most relaxed when he was about to strike and kill.

“What do you want?” Kenneth asked.

“Play nice, Devil. He’s a cunt, but I need him for
work,” Frederick said, glancing down at his cell phone.

For several seconds Devil didn’t do anything. He
stared at Kenneth, and then in one motion, the blade Devil had been hiding
struck in Kenneth’s neck. “You hurt my fucking
wife, you sick
little fuck
. You blinded a woman and were going to kill her to get her
out of the way. You’re fucking dead.”

Ronald and Homer tensed up. Drawing his gun, Pussy
aimed it at Homer while the rest of his brothers aimed guns at Frederick and
Ronald.

“I wouldn’t
fucking
think about it.”

“This about the
black haired bitch, Ashley?”
Homer asked.

Pussy didn’t respond. He was waiting for his boss to
give the go ahead to end this fucker. All he needed was for Devil to say the
words and this man was gone.

“I didn’t give you permission,” Frederick said, getting
to his feet.

“I’d sit down if I was you,” Curse said. “Nothing
would give me more pleasure than seeing you piss and shit yourself before I
blow your fucking brains out.”

Kenneth gargled, and blood dripped out of his mouth.

“What? You got nothing to say to me?”

Devil chuckled. “Think you can mess with me, think the
fuck again.” He withdrew the knife then slammed it back inside the side of Kenneth’s
neck. Over and over Devil struck out at Kenneth leaving a puddle of blood.

“Pussy, now,” Devil shouted.

Dropping his gun to the man’s cock, Pussy shot Homer’s
dick off. He fired two more bullets, one in each knee cap, until the man was on
the floor, screaming. Gripping him by his head, Pussy tugged his head back and
stared into his eyes. These would be the eyes Ashley looked into before she
died. This man wouldn’t have made it easy for her.

“She … worth …
it?”
Homer asked.

“She was my friend.”

“She … was … a …
club … whore
.”

Pussy smiled. “She was
our
club whore.”

Using the butt of his gun, he struck out at the man,
slamming the gun down. Over and over he struck Homer until the bastard no
longer had a face and he was covered in blood.

No one stopped him. Ronald made to move, but Pussy’s brothers
fired shots at his feet. When it was over, Pussy went and stood beside Devil,
who was covered in as much blood as he was.

“What the fuck does this prove?” Frederick asked.

“Nothing.”

“I’m going to ruin you.”

“Good.” Devil looked toward Snake and nodded.

Snaked pressed a button, and the building behind them
started to crumble to the ground.

Frederick looked behind him. “What the fuck are you
doing?”

“You take my livelihood, I’ll take from you.”

“There were people in there.” The other man was
yelling. He no longer looked like the calm Italian mobster.

“Were there? Ashley was one of mine. So are Death and
Curse. Consider this payback.”

Devil stepped up close toward Frederick, glaring at the
man in the eye.

Pussy stared at his boss. He looked larger, taller,
and far more powerful than Frederick.

“You kill me and everyone you love dies,” Frederick
said.

“I’m not going to kill you. I figured you’re the type
of coward who’d have shit like that in place. You proved that with Tate and
Murphy. They don’t wake up and you’re going to have Tiny on your case.”

“I’m going to own all of you.”

Devil chuckled. “No, you’re not.”

“You can’t win this.”

“And neither can you. You fuck with me, and I’ll fuck
with you. This,” Devil pointed toward Homer and Kenneth, “is just the start. I
can make this worse. I can find every business you ever owned and have it in
the ground within hours.”

Frederick’s rage was clear for them all to see.

“I will win this. You’ll die.”

“I know, but here’s the thing, Fred. I don’t give a
fuck about dying. Do you? You walk around with your guards and your deals. If
someone gets hurt, you hurt someone else. You’re afraid to die. I’m not, and
I’ll take you down with me.” Devil continued to stare at Frederick. “Do your
own fucking runs from now on. I’m out.”

“You owe me.”

“And you took one of my women from me. I don’t owe you
shit. Consider the fact I’m giving you your life and walk the fuck away.” Devil
stepped away, and they all lowered their weapons. Ronald made no move to reach
for his.

Climbing on the back of his bike, Pussy gunned the
engine and headed back to the clubhouse with Devil.

Life was going to change, he had no doubt, but he also
knew he was going to be living his life with Sasha.

Once they were back at the clubhouse, Lexie didn’t say
a word as she led Devil away. No words were needed. Pussy took Sasha into the
bathroom with him, but he made sure to wash the blood away before she touched
him. He wasn’t going to risk anything happening to her.

****

Two weeks later

Sasha stood within the doorway. She ran her hand up
and down the frame getting used to the feel and texture. Using her walking
stick, she ran it around in the room. Pussy had been teaching her the layout of
the room, but he was out for the moment and she always practiced when she was
alone.

It had been two weeks since Devil had gone to pick a
fight. Within the last couple of weeks a lot had happened. Pussy had moved her
out of the clubhouse and brought her here. It was a small house near the town
center with a small garden. Every day he took her out, counting the steps and
helping her get used to where things were. It was nice not having to panic in
case she smashed anything. Pussy promised her there were no valuable items
around the house.

This was her time to get used to her life. During the
day he helped her to become more independent, and by night he taught her
exactly why he got his name. Shane, or Pussy, was addicted to licking her out.
He spent more time licking her clit than he did fucking her. She did love sucking
his cock and hearing him splinter apart underneath her touch. The sounds he
made turned her on more.

“Okay, Sasha, you can do this.”

Releasing the wall she took three steps into the room.
She imagined Pussy behind her. He’d wrap his hand around her waist and whisper
the steps.

“Turn left and
make
one step,
turn front and three more.” She paused as she recalled where everything was.
“Lean forward and there is the coffee table.” She felt the coffee table,
giggling. “Three steps to the side and sit down.” Sasha followed the orders and
lowered herself into the chair.

Her achievement was great, and she giggled, clapping
her hands.

“Baby, I told you that you could do it,” Pussy said.
His voice came from behind her.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’ve got you a gift.”

“A gift?”
What could he have given her? Pussy had gotten her more than enough.
The time he spent with her giving her back what Kenneth had taken was more than
she could have imagined.

“Stay where you are,” he said.

She strained to listen to all the sounds.

“Put your hands out.”

She did as he asked, and she encountered fur.

“A dog, you’ve bought me a dog?” she asked.

“Yes. She’s designed to help you. There’s going to be
a woman come around later to talk you through the commands. You’ve got to name
her though.”

Sasha stroked the dog, loving her pet instantly.

“I’m going to name her Ashley, after your friend. She
helped to guide you.”

Pussy cupped her face and kissed her.

In the last two weeks Pussy had arranged for a proper
burial for Ashley. She’d been by his side as Pussy and the rest of the Chaos
bleeds crew said their goodbyes to the woman who’d lost her life too soon.

“Fuck, baby, I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“You can’t ever leave me. Sasha, you’ve got a pussy I
love licking, and I love being around you. You’re not getting rid of me any
time soon.” He dropped a kiss to her temple. “You’re stuck with me.”

Wrapping her arms around him, she smiled.

Being stuck with Pussy was the best feeling in the
world.

Epilogue

Six months later

Somewhere out of
Fort Wills

“Butch, wake up, baby, please, you’ve got to wake up.
You can’t die,” Cheryl said, screaming his name. There was blood everywhere,
and none of The Skulls agreed to help him. Everything had gone wrong, and she
didn’t know how to make it all right. “Please, somebody, help me.”

Tiny, Devil, Alex stared down at the body refusing to
help. Why wouldn’t they help? Butch had done everything they asked.

He didn’t tell you about the Savage Brothers MC
.

“He’s dead. Leave him be,” Tiny said, spitting on the
ground. He was covered in blood, his arm holding a giant gash that revealed too
much of his flesh. Gonzalez and the Savage Brothers had taken them all by
surprise, and now both crews
were having
to pay the
price.

“No, he’s not dead. I can feel a pulse. Please, you’ve
got to help him.” Cheryl tried to cover the bullet wound to keep his blood from
leaving his body.

No one was helping. Sandy was passing out across the
room. What remained of the Fort Wills town hall left a lot to be
desired.
Civilians were running around trying to get away
from the attack that had fallen on the town within days of Tiny going to war
with Devil. For the first time in years Devil and Tiny didn’t get along. They’d
all been mistaken. Gonzalez never intended to choose between the two men. He
was going to take on Fort Wills and Piston County, killing all of them. Cheryl
saw the glares they were shooting at her man. It was all a big mistake. They
were all staring at Butch as if he was a rat, vermin, something they couldn’t
bring themselves to touch. Didn’t they know he was helping them all?

“He’s not getting my fucking help,” Zero said,
standing up. “He’s fucking dead to me.”

“This is what Gonzalez wants,” she said. Butch had
told her everything about what he’d done and why. Gonzalez had to be put down.
There was no way to stop what he had to do. He was betraying his brothers, and
yet he was protecting them at the same time. The Savage Brothers was in his
blood. He was helping all three clubs without even picking one. The Skulls were
his home.

Butch did what Alex told him to. He told her
everything, not leaving anything out. The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds were refusing
to see the truth, and now the love of her life was dying in her arms. Glancing
around the room, she saw members of both crews were dying all around them.

She tried to think fast.

Staring at one man to the other, she tried to figure
out the fastest way to help her man.

All of them, apart from Alex, were married. Those
women were in a safe house, or at least they thought it was safe. Butch arranged
for the women and children to be at the warehouse in the hope of luring
Gonzalez away from them. The Savage Brothers knew where they were and perhaps
Gonzalez did as well.

“If you let Butch die, every single person you hold
dear will die,” she said, letting her words sink in.

“They’re safe.”

“Are they? Have you heard from Lexie? Eva? Tate?
They’re all where Butch put them, and I know I can end their lives if his heart
stops beating.” She gritted her teeth as the blood seeped through her fingers.