Blind Devotion (2 page)

Fortunately, the bastard only liked to hurt. He wasn’t
interested in getting his rocks off, as otherwise she would have been in
trouble. Her stepfather still liked her mother for what he wanted in the
bedroom. It was strange the control he liked to exhibit over Sasha.

She tensed as someone leaned against the wall next to
her.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Sasha frowned. “Shane?”

“Yeah, you remember my voice?”

Remember? His voice was the only thing she could think
about. The way her body awakened at the simple tones of his voice surprised
her. The guys in high school had never been successful in making her feel
anything. She’d never been great with understanding what boys or men wanted
from her.

She nodded her head, staring straight ahead of her.
Was the parking lot completely tarmacked over, or were there flower beds dotted
around to give it a more caring feel? Why was she thinking about the parking
lot when Shane was close to her?

“You shouldn’t be out on your own.”

“I’m waiting for my stepdad to pick me up.”

“And he left you on your own?”

Not down to choice.

There were still some men, rich
men,
her stepfather had to suck up to. She didn’t know the man’s name even though he
had a rich Italian accent. Anyway, rich Italian accent guy had advised for her
to go to the library. She got away with the help of a kind sounding secretary.
Sasha hadn’t recognized the smell or sound of the woman helping her.

“I guess.”

“Look, I know you can’t see me and I’m sorry about
that, but I just needed to see you.”

She frowned. “You sound sad.”

“Shit, you’re blind. You’re not supposed to know that kind
of stuff.”

“You can’t disguise your voice.” She folded her arms
for something to do.

What did he look like? She imagined lots of tattoos
and a hard body like some of the action stars she used to watch.

“I just lost someone who meant the world to me,” he
said.

“I’m so sorry.”

“She was a beautiful woman.”

Jealousy struck her hard. He loved another woman. But then
guilt hit at her thoughts. He didn’t deserve her to be angry. They hadn’t
agreed to anything, and this was the first time he’d actually talked to her.

Had he sought her out?

No, that was crazy. There was no way Shane would seek
her out. She would bet every cent she owned that he was never without female
company.

“Was she your wife or girlfriend?”

Shane laughed. “No, she wasn’t my girlfriend. She was
a club whore. Don’t worry, pet. You don’t have a clue what’s going on. I just
needed to talk to someone, and I don’t know why the fuck I thought to come to
you.”

She heard him move, and she reached out, holding onto
thin air. Growling in frustration she took a step forward and tripped. Sasha
let out a little squeal just before he caught her. His arms banded around her
body, holding her steady.

“What the fuck, baby?”

Her head pressed against his chest as he spoke. The
vibrations were amazing to feel. His body had to be twice the size of hers. The
moment he touched her, those large hands wrapped around her body, she felt
safe. This was insane. She couldn’t be feeling this way about a man she didn’t
even know.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to go.” She
steadied herself.

Shane walked her back until the wall stopped her from
going anywhere.

“Shane, what’s going on?” she asked. Heat bloomed
inside her body. She wanted him to kiss her lips.

Shit, her fantasies were so fucking childish. She had
nothing to compare them to.

“I don’t go by Shane, baby. I go by Pussy.”

She frowned. “What?”

“It’s my club name. I like to eat pussy and drown in
pussy. It’s my name, and it’s time you recognized it.”

His breath fanned her face. Licking her lips, she
wished she could stare into his eyes.

“You are so beautiful.”

Tension built inside her, and she jerked as his lips
brushed across hers.

“It’s okay, baby. I won’t hurt you. Don’t listen to
the shit people say. We don’t believe in hurting people.”

Pussy’s lips crashed over hers. She ran her hands up
his chest to circle his neck as one hand gripped her ass tightly.

He pulled her close, and she felt the heat of his body
through the thin dress she wore. The hard ridge of his cock pressed to her
body. He was long and thick. She could make out the feel of him even through
their clothing.

As suddenly as he was there, kissing her, he was gone.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have done that. Forget this ever
happened.”

In the next moment he was gone, leaving her lips
tingling all over.

Chapter One

One month later

The Skulls were now part of Gonzalez’s delivery boys
just like the Chaos Bleeds crew. They’d collected the girls from one of the
containers near the bay several miles away and distributed them to where
Gonzalez wanted them working. Some of the girls were working in the strip club.
Vincent was not in the best of moods to be handing out sex. Pussy hated the new
life. There was no laughter, no freedom, and they were all waiting for the shit
to hit the fan.

For the first time ever, between the two clubs there
was no hope. The last visit to Fort Wills Pussy had felt the change inside
everyone. Butch had to work to earn back the title of
being
 
a
member, and shit was going on there
that Pussy didn’t understand. Tiny hadn’t just accepted Butch back into the
fold like everyone thought would happen. He was waiting for the right time when
Lash returned to have a vote.

Nothing was worth what they were all going through. A
lot of the men were in rehab to combat their drug addictions. Pussy was pleased
he’d not succumbed to any addiction other than a nice warm cunt. He’d visited a
couple of the men while they were coming out of it. The sight wasn’t pretty.

Pushing all the nastiness away, Pussy stared at the
woman bent over in front of him. Her creamy cunt was on display waiting for his
cock, but he wasn’t feeling it. He’d been fucking her moments ago, but now he
couldn’t forget the sight of his brothers barfing up and shaking as the drugs
were slowly releasing from their systems.

“Are you okay?” the woman asked, glancing over her
shoulder to look at him. He wasn’t interested in looking the woman in the face.
She wasn’t Ashley, and she wasn’t Sasha either. The woman in front of him was
just a willing cunt for him to lose some time outside of his head. Life was
crap at the clubhouse. Everywhere they went, life was shit, and Devil was being
more cautious than he’d ever been in his life.

“Yeah, baby. I’m good.” He collapsed to the bed. Even though
his cock was rock hard, he wasn’t in the mood to do any of the work.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” The woman was
naked with a set of fake tits and ass to go with it. He smiled up at her.

“Sure, babe.
Work those lips on my dick.” Placing a hand behind his head, he stared
up at the ceiling as she cooed and pretended to purr like a kitten. Rolling his
eyes, he let out a sigh. There was a time when a woman wouldn’t get any sleep
once he got his hands on them. Now, he was fucking useless. No one was going to
want to fuck him at this rate.

She grasped his cock, removed the condom, and started
to lick the tip. Glancing down, he watched her lapping up his pre-cum as if it
was a delicacy she’d never tasted before.

“Yeah, baby, take it all in.” He didn’t know her name,
and he didn’t care either.

Thrusting his hips into her waiting mouth, he closed
his eyes, picturing Sasha with her lips around his cock. The little bitch had
been invading his thoughts more and more regularly. No matter what he did, she
wouldn’t leave him alone. The few conversations they’d had were not ground
breaking, but he played them over and over in his mind. The kiss they’d shared had
been fleeting and tame, yet it got him hot every time he thought about it. When
it came to Sasha, all of his thoughts turned him on.

He thought about her lips wrapped around his cock. Her
long brown hair cascading over his body as she sucked him off was too much of a
fantasy for him to ignore. Gripping the woman’s head, he slammed in deep,
forcing her to take more of him.

Within seconds he released into her mouth and wouldn’t
let her go until she swallowed every single drop of his cum. When it was over
he ordered her out of his room. The woman had the grace not argue or throw shit
at him and left. The sweet-butts knew they were all in trouble and didn’t argue
when an order came their way. Everyone did as Devil ordered the first time
without making any waves.

Lying back on his bed, Pussy stared up at the ceiling.
Someone knocked on his door, and he ignored the sound.

Seconds later, Death came into view.

“
You ignoring
everyone now?”
Death asked, taking a seat on the bed.

“No. I’m choosing to ignore every fucker that tries to
get into my room. I’m not called Pussy for nothing. The women will all be
fighting if I start answering shit.” He flipped onto his side and leaned over
the bed to grab a cigarette. Lighting the tip, he lay back down, inhaling the
nicotine into his lungs.

“The women are no longer leaving your room looking
satisfied, Pussy. Maybe you’re losing your touch.” Death sparked up a cigarette
and sat on the floor with his back leaning against the bed.

“Nah, the women are just not used to me only taking
care of myself. I’m not interested in making friends with the bitches. They
want to suck and fuck cock,
then
they can. I just
don’t always return the favor.” He blew out a ring of smoke thinking about the
brown-haired beauty he’d kissed a month ago.

“That doesn’t sound like you. Does this have to do
with Ashley?” Death asked.

Thinking about Ashley made him sad, but it didn’t stop
him from fucking other women. Now, thinking about Sasha stopped him from wanting
to be with other women. It pissed him off. One simple kiss shouldn’t have left
him feeling this way. Rubbing at his chest, he wondered what the hell was
happening to him.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Curse hasn’t been able to bring Mia to the club.
She’s sobbing all the
time,
and he can’t get her to
eat. He’s really struggling with this shit.” Death blew out a ring.

“What the fuck do you want me to do?” Pussy asked.

“Nothing.
I’m telling you, you’re not the only one missing Ashley. I’m not an
idiot, Pussy. Don’t treat me like one. You and Ashley were close. I know you
were never going to give her a ring or promise her forever, but you would never
turn your back on her either.”

He thought about what Death said. “We got her killed.”

“Yes, we all did. The club got her killed. We should
have stopped her from going with Gonzalez. There’s a lot of shit we should have
done, but we didn’t, and now we’re the ones paying the price.” Death let out a
sigh. “Shit is getting nasty, Pussy. You need to start playing the game.”

“Life is not a game.”

“Fuck, Pussy. Stop being an ass. Ashley’s dead and
gone. You’re going to sit around and die because she’s not going to be coming
around anymore. Gonzalez fucked with us. It’s time for us to fuck back.” Death
stubbed out his cigarette and walked off.

Lying back on the bed, Pussy thought about what he
said. He’d not gone to see Mia ever since he saw Ashley’s severed head. Climbing
off the bed, he took a quick shower and headed toward the spare ranch style
house on the outskirts of Piston County. After parking up his bike, he knocked
on the door and waited for Curse to let him inside.

Curse opened up the door looking like the weight of
the world was on his shoulders.

“Hey, man, does Devil want me?” he asked.

“Nah, I’ve come to see you both.” In the background he
heard Mia crying. “She not taking it well?”

Curse looked behind him, shaking his head. “No, she’s
not taking any shit well. She doesn’t want to have a burial until we’ve got the
whole body. I’ve told it would never happen. Gonzalez wouldn’t give it to us,
but she won’t budge. The girls were closer than sisters. This bond, it’s
killing her. I stopped her from seeing the head, but shit, this is killing
her.”

Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Pussy stared
at the ground. “I should have come to see her the moment I knew.”

“Pussy, don’t do this. I’m sorry I’ve not been there
for you. My woman comes first unless I’m needed for club business.”

“I’m here to speak with Mia.”

Curse’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t think that’s a
good idea.”