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She stops at the bottom steps to adjust the handle in her hand and the dog in her arm before taking a deep breath. Lifting her head, her eyes squint a bit. I can see that she’s taking me in, but there’s no fear in her eyes. No judgment, no fucking ulterior motive, she’s just looking at me. Never in my life have I had a bitch just look at me and see me for who I am.
It doesn’t settle well.
“Hi,” she says with a smile that’s fucking bright and pure. It’s been years since I’ve seen a smile that’s just that—a smile. “I’m Jenni. I’m a friend of Savannah’s—”
I cut her off because there’s no reason for her to continue. “Don’t give a fuck who you are or who you think you’re here for. This here is an MC club.”
“I know.”
“Well, then you’ll know that no bitches are here other than the ones who are full of cock, and if they’re full of cock, then they ain’t got no names worth remembering.”
She has no reaction to my words not even so much as a twitch. “I was told that Savannah Ray was here. Her parents told me–”
“Again, don’t give a fuck.” Not sure who this bitch is or if that mother fucker Redding sent her here, but there’s no way she’s getting near Sin or his woman. Not on my fucking watch.
“Geez, give me a second to finish my sentence before you insist on telling me that she’s not here. Because I know she’s here, and I need to see her.”
“Ain’t my problem.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“If I can just come inside. I know she’ll want to see me for Pete’s sake.”
“There ain’t no way that rat of a dog is coming into this clubhouse, turbo tits. I don’t give a shit who you think you are or how hard you make my cock. This here’s an MC, not a fucking dog park.”
Her eyes rake over my body, stopping at my dick. I know my shit ain’t small and I know she can see that I ain’t lying. My. Cock. Is. Hard. Fuck me, just bantering back and forth with this chick has me turned on. It’s more than the fact that she’s got a banging body, it’s the fact that she ain’t afraid of me. She ain’t cowering down at my size, and she ain’t batting her fucking eyes to get her way.
It’s hot as fuck.
I’m so zoned in on her and her mop of curls, her fucking curves, and her angelic face that I don’t even hear Sin and Savannah walk up.
“Jenni?”
Savannah’s voice breaks me from my daze. The chick in front of me actually sticks out her tongue like ‘I fuckin told you so,’ before turning her back on me, “Darn right it’s me,” she says, and I know that this cute as fuck bitch is gonna feel so good, once her lips are wrapped around my cock.
I laugh as I remember our first meeting. Since Savannah and Jenni showed up, shit has really changed, and the birth of Sienna Grace, Sin and Savannah’s daughter, is the least of the changes. We all knew what was coming when Sin risked the club when he brought Savannah here. She’d been beaten and then got knocked-up by some hoity-toity oil heir.
Sin tried to make the excuse that he was doing the ‘right thing’ by keeping her safe and out of danger, but we all saw through his load of shit. We knew there was something there. Something that he didn’t want to acknowledge. And once he found out about the baby, it only fueled his need to care for Savannah and to keep them both protected. His blood may not flow through Grace’s little body, but she’s his just the same.
The death of that piece of shit Prez of the Diablos, Louie Sr., has allowed the dark cloud that’s hung over this MC to dissipate. Cut, our current Prez, and his wife, Lily, are able to actually act like a married couple. They live in the same house, interact with each other in the open and not just behind closed doors. He no longer lives in fear that his wife’s fate will end up like his sister’s. It’s sick as shit to see how much they love each other, but I’m happy for our Prez.
There had always been bad blood between Devil’s Fury and The Diablos. Turf wars were normal when territories run parallel to their rivals, but this shit went deeper. Louie Sr. and our original Prez, Devin, had more issues than who was walking on who’s territory. They had both fallen in love with the same woman. Too bad for Louie, because Bianca only had eyes for Devin which resulted in a marriage and three children. Cut, Sin, and their sister Sienna.
Louie Sr. continued to be obsessed with Bianca, so Devin made it his mission to keep his wife safe by building up not only the MC but several houses along the land of the compound. He wanted to make sure that his family always had the MC around to watch over the ones he held most dear. With years passing, his watchful eyes never faulted, but Devin never thought Louie would aim his sick obsession towards his daughter. Devin was killed trying to bring Sienna home.
We lost so much that day: our Prez, our family, and the feeling that we were invincible. We were a shell of what the MC once was.
Until now.
Years later, the death of Louie Sr. means freedom. It means justice, and it lifts the weight we all had carried on our shoulders as members of the Devil’s Fury MC. The houses that were once abandoned have been reopened, and most of them occupied. Sin and Savannah have settled into their home, waiting patiently to be a family with their daughter, and Cut and Lily have taken up residence in another one of the houses. We’ve even got guys from Canada trying to make a home and a name for themselves here in New Mexico.
These past few years have been rough on the club. Our numbers dwindled when Cut chose to move the club into a different direction. The years of running guns and slinging drugs were over. Turf wars weren’t something that Cut saw when he looked at the future of the club. He wanted stability, a legal way for the club to earn its money, and he found it in the way of bounty hunting. In the short five years that Devil’s Fury has been in the business, we’ve made a name for ourselves.
Once word got out that things were changing in Las Cruses, some of the old members came back, and some of the sister charters transferred over, including a few nomads. Everyone is excited about what Cut and Devil’s Fury stand for. They like the fact that we do things by the book and don’t look for illegal activities to make the money we need to survive.
This is a new time for Devil’s Fury.
