OWNED: BLAZING DEVILS MC (12 page)

Chapter Seven

CUTTER

I had been in
better moods in my life. The second my father came around everyone ignored whatever
it was I was saying. What was the point of being the Vice President of the most
powerful club in the state if every decision I made had to be run by my father?

I wasn’t a little
kid anymore.

I was a man.

“You know he’s
just doing what he thinks the right move is, Ash.” Blaze took the steps two at
a time ahead of me. “He doesn’t even know her but he knows she’s not worth a
full on war right now. The Misfits aren’t the only ones the feds are looking
at, you know?”

“Don’t try to make
me feel better,” I mumbled, dragging my feet behind him. “And don’t try to
justify him stepping on my toes as usual either. Besides, it’s not about the
girl,” I lied.

“Uh huh,” he said.
“Sure it’s not. I see the way you look at her.”

“It’s not! If we
start giving in to their demands after all this time they’re going to think
that they can get away with it all the time.” We shuffled down the hallway
toward the door to the room I stay in above the bar.

“Uh huh, uh huh,”
Blaze said, still humoring me.

“And how do I look
at her?” Curiosity got the best of me.

“Like she’s your
cub and you’re her papa bear and she shouldn’t make a move without your
permission.” Blaze chuckled and pulled his leather jacket closer to his body.
“It’s almost too cute to handle.”

“You’re such a
tool.” I shoved him in the back and he stumbled a few feet, laughing. “Like I
said it’s not about her. She’s just some girl who ended up in my way.”

Blaze stopped in
front of the door. “Look, I get that you not being able to have her makes you
want her even more but we need to handle shit. We can’t get caught up in who’s
right or wrong or why we should or shouldn’t keep her. Your father has spoken,
and he’s still the President, Cutter. That means until you take over officially
that we have to do what he says in the best interest of the brothers.”

“Whatever.” I
ground my teeth together. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Are you sure you
don’t want me to handle it? She’s not exactly the calmest girl in the world
when it comes to you being around.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the
huge tantrum she had thrown earlier when I was tying her to the bed.

The whole thing
had been pretty hot, to be honest.

I wouldn’t mind
tying her up in some other ways if it wasn’t for her mouth always going off. She
had that whole good girl thing going on, that was for sure. I thought being
around my brothers she would be a little more comfortable around me but you can
tell she’s not fully comfortable with her sexuality.

Which made her
even more of a turn on.

I could just
imagine doing things to her that she had never even heard of, things that would
blow her mind. The visual is too much to handle and I feel my cock start to
twitch with excitement in my jeans.

Too bad she was
about to belong to someone else.

“No, I want to do
it.”

Blaze shrugged.
“It’s your funeral.”

He swung the door
open and walked inside. I was only seconds behind him but I knew something was
wrong even before I looked around. Everything was wrong and completely out of
place.

The ropes were
spread out over the bed along with a few guns and one of my duffel bags.
Contents of the bag were spread all over the room and Grace was nowhere in
sight.

“Fuck!” I said,
slamming the door shut behind me.

How the hell had
she gotten out of those knots? I had made sure they were so tight that even a
grown man would have trouble getting through them. My eyes drifted around the
room until they landed on a small pair of feet, sticking out from beyond the
bed.

At first, I
thought it was Grace but when I got closer I realized it was my little sister.
Her hair was sprung out around her and there was a huge gash on one side of her
head. A gun
laid
on the floor next to her. She was
knocked the fuck out.

“HEATHER!” I
kneeled down next to her. “Heather!”

Blaze was next to
me within seconds, shaking her small body back and forth, trying to snap her
out of it. “Heather! Wake up!” He sounded panicked which was understandable,
Blaze had known Heather since she was born and she was just as much his sister
as she was mine.

“Water,” I
demanded. “Now.”

Blaze leaped
across the room and swung open the small fridge; he grabbed a bottle of cold
water and tossed it into my hands in record time. I unscrewed the top and
poured a huge pile of the cold liquid over my sister’s pale face.

She jolted awake,
spitting water back at us in every direction.

Relief washed over
my body. Thank fucking God. I had kept my baby sister safe way too long to have
some girl with an attitude problem take her out now.

Blaze moved his
hands behind her head. “Take it easy,” he told her softly. “You don’t need to
move right now. Just breath.” His eyes were searching hers, worried.

Heather choked up
a few more gulps of water. “That…”

“Are you okay?” I
put my arm on hers, trying to steady her.

She tried to stand
up but ended up falling down on her knees again.

“Whoa,” Blaze
said, putting her hand in his. “Just try and sit up. You don’t need to stand
right now, you aren’t going anywhere.” Heather nodded and moved the upper part
of her body forward.

She was shaking under
Blaze’s touch, clearly out of it.

“That crazy bitch
knocked me out,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Heather?” I said
slowly. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I’m
fine.”

Blaze shook his
head. “She needs to be checked out.”

Heather shrugged him
off. “Stop it, I’m fine. I’m a big girl.”

“Clearly since you
got knocked out by some girl you just met.”

Heather shot
Blaze
a nasty glare. “Shut up.”

“Tell me what
happened.” I stood up and looked around the room.

“She… she told me
you guys were playing some kind of sex game so I untied her. Then she knocked
me out with one of your guns, I guess so I couldn’t tell you what had
happened.”

Some
kind of sex game?
My cock twitched again.

“She knocked your
sister out.” Blaze stood up, anger on his features. “This isn’t acceptable. She
needs to be found and dealt with. Now.” His fists clenched up at the sides.

“No kidding.” I
grabbed the keys to my bike off the dresser. “I’m going to find her. Can you…”
I glanced at my little sister. I hated that I had put her in any danger; Grace
was the last person I thought I had to worry about giving my sister any kind of
trouble.

I’d underestimated
her.

Blaze glanced down
at Heather. “Go ahead, I’ll stay with her.”

“I don’t need to
be stayed with,” Heather grumbled. “I’m not a baby.”

“Clearly you do,”
Blaze looked her up and down, shaking his head. “How could you be so foolish?
You never untie someone who’s bound to anything. Have I taught you nothing?”

I padded Blaze on
the back. He could be bad cop this time. “Thanks.”

Blaze waved me off
and I could still hear him giving Heather a lecture as I shut the door behind
me. Okay, this little game Grace was playing was about to come to an end.

No more Mr. nice
biker.

I was going to
find her.

And make her
regret ever trying to leave me in the first place.

***

GRACE

Okay, so I felt
like an asshole for knocking Heather out like that but honestly, what else was
I supposed to do? It was kind of every woman for
herself
at this point. I’m sure if the roles had been reversed she would have done the
same.

I flipped on the
T. V. for back round noise and flopped down on the bed. I was too worked up to
pay much attention but it was better than the silence that filled in the spaces
around me.

I didn’t know what
to do or where to go after I left so I ended up at a hotel a town over. I
wanted to go home and get some clothes and some of my stuff but I was too
scared that someone would be waiting for me when I got there. And anything that
would attract attention to my family was off limits so it’s not like I had a
lot of options when it came to choosing where to go.

I felt so lost and
confused.

No doubt Cutter
had figured out what I had done by now. He was probably pissed off and looking
for me so that he could hand me over in pieces to The Misfits. I don’t know why
I even cared. Cutter was such a jerk, it shouldn’t matter if he was pissed off
at me or not.

But somehow it
did, somehow I still cared what he thought about me.

I shot up in bed
and looked around, I’d heard something. Something faint but definitely
something. I grabbed my gun off the table next to the bed and pulled the
curtain back on the window.

The parking lot
was black and silent, just like it had been all night.

I did another scan
but still saw nothing.

Ugh, I was so
paranoid.

Is this what my
life was gong to be like? Every time I heard the littlest thing I was going to
turn around? Looking behind every corner and under every bed? I needed to get
out of the state and fast.

I shook my head.

I would hold off
until morning and then first thing I would book a flight somewhere far, far,
away. Somewhere safe. Once I was there I would contact my mom and sister and
explain everything.

I didn’t have time
for any luxuries if I wanted to live.

And then I heard
it again.

The faint sound of
something, almost like a tick.

By the time I
turned around the door was already being kicked in.

Two men were
through the door before I had a chance to fully realize what was happening. I
could only see the eyelids of one of the men as he lunged at me before I cocked
the gun back and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him in the shoulder and his
eyes widened in shock.

He wasn’t the only
one.

Had I really just
shot someone?

The man with him
was three times my size and had tattoos covering his whole face. He looked at
his brother, stunned by what had just happened. “You fucking cunt,” he growled.
“You shot him.”

“Stay back!” I
shouted, pointing the gun at him. “Stay back or I’ll shoot you!”

“Jesus,” the one I
shot said. “No one told us she was crazy.”

The other guy
shook his head. “We aren’t going to hurt you, honey, just put the gun down. We
just came to talk to you, that’s all.” He took a step closer to me. “Give me
the gun.”

“GET BACK!” I
yelled again. My hands were shaking like crazy.

“We don’t have
time for this.” The one I shot lunged at me, trying to wrestle me to the ground
and take the gun from me. His buddy was yanking me across the floor toward the
door when he was knocked in the head from behind.

I jumped to my
feet and gasped.

Cutter.

“Come here,
bitch.” The biker I shot recovered fast, getting to his feet again.
 
My gun had fallen to the ground during
the struggle and now he held it, pointing it to my temple. I glanced at Cutter,
punching the shit out of the other guy. All I could see was a sea of blood
around their bodies.

The biker who had
the gun pointed at me followed my gaze. “Ah, shit.” He turned his gun toward
Cutter and cocked the safety off.

“No!” I jumped up
and punched him in the shoulder, digging my fingers into his open wound and lunging
myself on his back. He cried out in pain and tried to fling me off him but I
didn’t let go of his wound.

I glanced over his
shoulder just in time to see Cutter climb off the guy, pull a gun out of his
waistband and pull the trigger. I dropped off the guy I was tackling, stunned.

“NO!” The guy I
was on called out, forgetting about his own pain for the time being. He ran
over to where his brother was laying on the floor in a pool of blood, his head
blown off.

Cutter looked down
at the body, rage in his eyes as his chest pounded up and down fiercely. I had
never seen anything so scary in my entire life. I turned around and threw up
all over the bed, unable to hold back my emotions any longer.

It was humiliating
but there was so much blood, so much blood.

The biker’s
insides were sprawled out on the floor of my hotel room.

I looked back up
at Cutter. His hands were covered in blood and his hair was all messed up. His
shirt was torn down the center exposing his perfect chiseled abs. He looked so
dirty and sexy.

And
dangerous.

The man shook the
dead body, screaming. “You fucking killed him!”

Cutter barely knew
he existed; his eyes were on me, on my body and expression. His eyes traveled
to the pile of vomit on the floor and he raised his eyebrows at me. “Get
yourself under control.”

It was a command,
not a request.

Tears formed in my
eyes. How had I gotten involved in something so crazy? This wasn’t real, I had
to be dreaming, was no way this could be really happening to me.

“You’re fucking
dead, bitch.” The guy on the ground looked up at me. “Both of you are fucking
dead when my brother’s find out about this! YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ONE OF
OURS!” He was screaming now, rage combined with shock was making him
hysterical. “NO ONE KILLS ONE OF US AND LIVES TO TALK ABOUT IT FOR LONG!”

Fear and emotion
clouded my vision.

Cutter put his
hand on my shoulder and I jumped.

He grabbed my hand
and shoved his gun inside of it. “Do it,” he whispered. His gaze is locked on
my eyes instead of the bloody man and the dead body on the floor.