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“I’m Piper,” I say with a whispered breath.
He dips his chin but doesn’t say a single word. Instead, he turns and walks away from me, bellying up to the bar. I stand against the wall, watching him for a moment before I decide to slip back into my room.
Their meeting is over, my outcome has been decided, and it is not to go back with Raul. Part of me is relieved, while the other is terrified of what’s to come. I now belong to the Devil’s Hellions. I just hope they don’t completely break me. I’m trying to heal and live a life.
It doesn’t have to be the best life, just a good one. That’s all I want. A sliver of happiness. Moments of peace, of joy. Any little amount will do.
ITCH
Piper is fucking beautiful. She’s too fucking young for me, though. Eighteen fucking years old. I’m old enough to be her goddamn father. I shouldn’t have demanded it was me who married her. It should have been one of the new members, a kid her own fucking age.
But the thought of someone else touching her, having her—keeping her—fills me with fucking rage. Maybe it makes me just as sick as Cyrus, me wanting to keep her.
But I can’t let anyone else even look at her, let alone touch her.
There’s something about her. I can’t let the memory of her go.
I can’t let her go.
She was so fucking caring in a situation where she didn’t have to be, but it’s not just that. It’s that she appears as though she’s lost. I see it in her eyes. I know it, because I’ve been lost my whole life.
When I look at her, I find that same expression that stares at me in the mirror’s reflection, except she’s a much prettier, younger version than me.
I lift my hand and motion for a beer. The prospect delivers, and I wonder how in the fuck I’m going to make it work with this girl. She is that, too. Although she looks like a woman in every sense a woman can, she is only eighteen fucking years old. I am a goddamn pervert. I sure as shit do not deserve her, that’s for goddamn sure. But she’s mine anyway.
At least she will be in name.
Past that, I’m not sure what will happen. But I want everything to happen. I want to have her, to keep her, to claim her in every way I can.
“You sure you want to be tied down to this bitch who has zero fucking clue about this life? And with Dutch and Raul as her brothers, can she even be trusted?” Volt asks. “And what the fuck happens when we end them both for fucking us over?”
“Got no clue,” I murmur. “On both points. If I’m sure I want to do this or if she can be trusted. I know she’s too fucking young for me.”
Volt snorts. “That part I don’t worry about. Young just means you can have what you want. You can createyourwoman.”
I don’t tell him that sounds boring as fuck. I got no desire for a breathing blowup doll. Every sweet butt at the clubhouse is just that. I can have it any minute of any day. It’s not that exciting.
Standing, I drop the conversation. It doesn’t matter. None of it fucking matters. She’s mine, and whatever happens, that’s what’s meant to be.
Call it fate or some shit.
“Itch,” a sultry voice calls out.
I look behind me and see Thunder standing a few feet away in nothing but her signature thong, big tits and ass exposed to the whole room. Human blowup doll. Except, I genuinely like Thunder. She’s a nice person. She’s more than just her parts, although that’s all she’s really used for.
“Yeah?”
She grins, lifts her hand, and motions for me to come closer to her. I do. She places her palm against my chest, and without a single word, she sinks down to her knees in the middle of the clubhouse bar and reaches for my belt.
I don’t stop her.
Lifting the beer to my lips, I take a pull from the bottle before I dip my chin and watch her suck my cock.
ChapterTwo
ITCH
“I still wanthim taken care of,” I growl. “In a permanent fucking way.”
