BANE: A Devils' Due MC Romance Novel (4 page)

She bowed her head and slightly bobbled it up and down.

Then she began to sniff and whimper once again.

Fuck!  This chick’s really getting on my nerves.  Sure, she had what’s probably the worst night of her life, but I wondered... how long would she be like this?  I’m no fucking babysitter.  If she can’t handle tonight, then being with us would prove to be the wrong decision, for tomorrow, when the brothers and the mamas and the old ladies and the prospects and the hang-arounds come to the clubhouse, she’d have it worse.  In their eyes, she’s a rat’s daughter... and she’d be just as unwelcome as her father.

“Hey, stop sniveling and cast those tears aside,” I told her firmly.  “I told ‘ya earlier, you ain’t gonna stay here forever.  Just finish ‘yer school, then ‘ya can do whatever the fuck ‘ya wanna do with your life, honey.  Go be a doctor, or a waitress, or a stripper.  No one fucking cares!  It’ll be your call.  But for the time being, and it’s a very short
time being
, ‘ye’ll have to stay here to honor ‘yer old man’s wishes.

She still snuffled after that, but at least I saw her try to stifle her cries.  It was enough to tell me that this girl knew how to listen.

“There are some shirts in the box under the bed if ‘ya wanna sleep more comfortably tonight,” I informed her as I left the room. “Just don’t... I dunno... stain it with that woman stuff and shit,” I added.  I saw her look at me, though, before I could close the door.

Heh!  I guess she’s like the rest of ‘em... finding it hard to resist the charms of this damn handsome sonufagun.

I went back to the bar where Trevor has been waiting for me.

“Tucked her tight and kissed her good night?” he asked in jest.

“Would do more than kiss her if she wasn’t so young.”

“I know.  She is quite lovely.”

“In a pedo-bearly kind of way.  ‘Ya wanted to talk?”

“Yeah,” Trevor confirmed.  “This deal with the girl, it won’t sit well with the brothers.”

“No, it won’t,” I agreed.  “Who knows.  When Loco comes back from jail, he might just kick her out of the clubhouse, considerin’ what her daddy’s done to him.”

“Yeah.”  He took a gulp of his beer.  “But a promise is a promise, especially one that’s made with a brother.”

“Renzo’s a rat,” I wanted him to remember.

“Yes, he is... or
was
.  But he’s right with the things he said.  His daughter grew up with the club.  And Renzo... he made his wishes known before I could read him his
Final Rites
and strip him of his membership.”

“And we should be alright that?”

“It’s the...
honorable
... thing to do,” Trevor reluctantly answered.

“Christ!  Y’know, I’ve been with the club longer than you have, Veep... but this code of honor shit?  It still confuses the hell outta me.  One minute, we’re puttin’ a bullet through some rat’s head, then we’re whinin’ about integrity and some other similar crap the next.”

Trevor laughed.

“It confuses the shit out of me, too,” he said.  “I guess we’ll just have to discuss this matter with everyone come tomorrow.”

“Yeah... that sounds like a plan.”

I woke up before the sun was up, bothered by a fucking headache.  The couch didn’t have any pillows, and I had to lie my head on the armrest.  That totally sucked.

I needed a pillow... or something - anything - that was actually soft.  I still had time to catch some Z’s before I had to abandon the couch to make room for the people who’d be arriving.  I looked around the lobby.  Only Bumbux was left, and he was snoring like a freight train as he slept on the floor beside the pool table.  I actually envied him.  He could get a good sleep even without a goddamn cushion.

I had no choice.

I had to sneak into my room - my own room, for fuck’s sake - just to steal a pillow. 

It shouldn’t be hard.  The girl’s probably still awake, anyway, crying her heart out over her dearly departed daddy.

I didn’t have a shirt on, but I didn’t see any reason for modesty.  It’s not like I was fucking naked.  And she’s just a little girl anyway.

I went to my room and opened the door.

To my surprise, she was already sleeping.  Or, at least I thought she was sleeping... hard to tell when the blanket covered her entire body.

I tried to move as silently as I could so as not to wake her up.  I didn’t really give a shit if she did, but I didn’t want to hear more of her whimpering so it was best to keep her asleep.

But her body jerked to her side.

That made me stop dead on my tracks, hoping that my footsteps - loud despite my caution, no thanks to my heavy frame - didn’t yank her out of her slumber.

Her movement pulled the blanket down a bit, uncovering her face.  Her eyes were closed.  She was zonked out, thankfully.

I didn’t budge immediately.  I paused for a few seconds to admire her pretty face.  This girl’s gonna be a looker when she grows up.  I have a knack for this type of thing.  I knew that Lala would be stunning as I held her in my arms when she was a baby.  She did mature into a remarkably beautiful young lady... so beautiful that the motherfucking president of that MC in SoCal took her as his Old Lady when she was just seventeen.

Her body twitched once more, though, and the sheets were further pulled down, revealing more of her...

She was wearing a shirt... my shirt... and nothing underneath but her black knickers, stringed and lacy. 
What the fuck?!
Why’s a young girl wearing a seductive pair of undies like that?

I tried to look away.  I swear to God I did.

But her creamy legs - smooth and silky, seemingly bent together near the knees as if she meant for her thighs to cover her cunt - were too comely a sight to resist.  Her legs weren’t meaty, but neither were they skinny.  They’re just the right size, enough to ravish without having to be afraid of breaking them.

Shit!  There goes my kinky thoughts again!  Fuck!  What’s with this gal?  She’s like a witch who casted a spell on me... cursing me with a perpetual state of horniness.

But her legs... sleek and almost glossy under the pale light of my room... seemed to whisper to me... inviting me...

Come... just a little touch... feel them... feel me...

I checked her lovely face once more.  I heard a soft snort.  She was snoring.  She was very much asleep.

She wouldn’t know.

I pinched the edge of the blanket and pulled it up, as slowly as I could, to uncover more of her.  Her left hand was raised above her head, lifting up her shirt - my shirt - and revealing a good serving of her nubile form.  Her tummy’s flat and tight, and her belly button tempted me to give it a nice licking.  Her garment barely covered her breasts, exposing the bottom curves of her mounds.  If the shirt was just tugged up a little bit more, I’d see how marvelous those perky tits really were.

Fuck!  She’s giving me a very uncomfortable erection!  My cock has gotten so hard that it wanted to rip its way out of my jeans.

Just one touch...

Just a feel of how smooth her body really was...

Just a second of indulgence...

She’s asleep.  She wouldn’t know.

My hand reached for her thigh.  I wanted to slide my fingers inside the seam of her black panties, to caress her where no man has probably touched her before. 

She’s too young. 

She’s too beautiful. 

She’s too enticing.

My fingers approached her skin.  I swallowed some air.  Fucking hell!  I couldn’t believe she’s making me this nervous! 

She’s unconscious, for fuck’s sake!  And she’s in my room... in my bed... in my clubhouse!  And she’s a rat’s daughter!  No one would care about her.  I could take her, right here, right now, and she wouldn’t be able to do a thing.  No one would chastise me.  No one would condemn me.  The brothers would even celebrate my conquest.

Yeah!  She could scream all she wanted, and the prospect outside would just pretend that he heard nothing.  She could fight back with her puny body with whatever strength she could muster, and it wouldn’t be enough.  I could pin her down and she wouldn’t be able to resist my weight.  I could rip off that stupid shirt ever so easily.  My cock was so fucking hard - as hard as a damn iron bar - that it could plow through her knickers as I rail her.

She could yell, she could punch and kick and claw her way out of my arms, she could cry - again - when I was done with her... it didn’t matter.  She has nothing.  She has no one.  She was all alone in this world, and I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to do with her.

Her skin was as velvety as I imagined it to be.  I glided my fingers across her thigh, going upwards to where her fine legs parted.  She didn’t even wake up.

She was easy lay.  She was an easy prey.

And then I felt it.

A prod in my gut.  A shiver on my nape.  A beat skipped by my fast-throbbing heart.

And instantly, I pulled my hand away from her. 

I wiped the sweat that formed on my forehead and coughed off the chunk in my gullet.  It was a chilly night, and I was perspiring.  Heh.  It’s been a while since I felt this way... at Mary Sue’s house while her parents were asleep in the other room, if I remembered correctly.  How old was I back then?  Fourteen?  Fifteen?  All I was sure of was that Bill Cosby was on TV, giving one of his sermons to his five kids gathered around the dining table.

Yep.  It’s been a long time.

I was old.

And she was young.

Too fucking young.

I left the room and carefully closed the door.  I began to walk back to the lobby when a gust of frigid air blew over my body.  Fucking prospect!  He left the windows open.  The littlest amount of wind always lingered in the wide confines of the clubhouse.  It was very bothersome, especially when the rush of air was chilled by the icy waters of Lake Michigan.  Often, as was the case during springtime, such wind was worse than a fucking air-conditioning on max.

I opened the door and entered my room once again.  With silent steps - as silently as my weight allowed, that is - I went where she was.  I grabbed the edges of the sheets and covered her nubile body.  I looked at her once more.  Damn, she’s really pretty, even when she’s asleep like that.  I clicked my tongue and shook my head.

I trudged my way back to the couch and tried to get a shuteye.

But sleep never came.