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  Dax’s father had all but adopted Ray when he was a kid. Both second generation in the MC, Dax’s father had been MC president before him until two Outlaw shots made an end of him five years ago. Already in his late 20s with nearly a decade of riding at his father’s side behind him, Dax assumed the role of president easily.

  Ray’s father had been the lowest of the low in the gang, an errand boy who got a little too mixed up in what he was selling. Ten year old Ray found him dead with a needle in his arm, and, rather than leaving him to the perils of the foster care system, Dax’s father took him in. The two men had been thick as thieves ever since.

  Ray had sandy blonde hair and a perfect toothpaste commercial smile. Underneath the tattoos and leather, he looked like a wholesome, all-American boy. That image disappeared pretty quickly when he opened his mouth and started ranting about what exactly he planned to do to the “Outlaw cunts.”

  The first year Dax rode as president was a year of blood. Both sides lost a lot of members as Dax tore through their chapters on a quest for vengeance. Violence was a part of life in the MCs but Dax had been truly brutal in the beginning. Crazed with a grief-fueled vendetta, Ray had been the only one able to convince Dax to broker an uneasy truce with the Outlaws. At least for a time, the streets no longer ran red.

  Then there was Johnny. Older than the other two in Dax’s inner circle, Johnny had been riding with the Diablos since the 70s. Two MC presidents lived and died during those years and Johnny remained fiercely devoted to the club and Dax. Practical to a fault, Johnny was a firm believer in the motto “hope for peace but prepare for war.”

  Johnny had crisscrossed the country on his bike, seeing far more of the world than I ever had. “You’re not missing much, Blanca,” he told me once. “Just a whole country of people tied down with houses and jobs.” Johnny had shuddered at that thought. Without the open road, Johnny would shrivel up and die.

  Johnny sneered at the weekend warriors who tried to come into the bar with their shiny new Harleys and pristine leathers, telling themselves that this lifestyle was something they could buy and play at for a few hours. Johnny had been around the block more than a few times and had the scars to prove it, physical and otherwise.

  In those first months running Hades, I grew to know most of the club. I heard a few grumblings from some of the members about how “Dax was crazy for putting a barely legal piece of ass in charge of the bar” but those faded once they saw how I worked.

  I ran a tight ship. I didn’t bring redecorate or change the menu. I didn’t start ordering white wine and fucking throw pillows. I had no intention of turning the bar into something it wasn’t, but Hades was a shithole back then. Broken sinks in the bathroom, a floor that hadn’t been mopped since the Clinton presidency, grime caked in the cuts and gouges out of the bar.

  That first week, I threw myself into turning the bar around, scrubbing down every inch of the place and throwing out all the expired shit Charlie tried to serve as I tried to forget that I had actually stabbed a man. I called in plumbers and electricians to fix the sinks and the wiring. Seven days of cleaning all day and serving drinks well into the night had me ready to collapse, but it was worth it. I didn’t expect any of them to notice or comment, but when Dax rolled in at the end of the week, he whistled in appreciation.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place this clean,” he laughed sharply. “The floor’s even a different fucking color.”

  Beyond that, my first few months with the MC were quiet. The retaliation for Charlie and the attack on Dax never happened, and I let myself relax into my new life. I never saw it coming.

  ***

  It’s not bragging when I say I was one of Dax’s favorite girls. Monogamy wasn’t something you could demand from an MC man, and I had no illusions that he wasn’t getting blown by the bar skanks and bike groupies. Dax was too damn good looking and even I couldn’t blame those girls for wanting a taste of power wrapped up in such a sexy package.

  Our first encounter had been cut short by Charlie and his .45 before I could get my top off, and the next few weeks were nothing but scraping of ten years of dirt and neglect and learning the ins and outs of the MC. I jumped at every noise, convinced the Outlaws were going to come and kill me for attacking Charlie.

  Last call had come and gone, and I was just turning off the lights, ready to drag myself upstairs and collapse for a few hours when someone yanked on the locked door. I jumped at the noise and had my hand on the pistol that stayed behind the bar before I looked up. Dax stood alone on the other side of the metal security door, watching me silently.

  I opened the door and shoved aside the steel gate and found myself pressed against the doorjamb. The metal dug into my back, but I barely noticed as Dax kissed me for the first time.

  All the air seemed to flow out of the room, and suddenly I became very grateful for that support of that door, biting metal or not. Dax kissed like a man who knew every day might be his last. His hands were everywhere, tangling in my hair before gliding downward, ghosting over my breasts before reaching my hips. He pulled me tight against his body, and I felt the evidence of how badly he wanted me pressed against my hip.

  Coming to my senses before I ended up getting fucked in a doorway, I pushed Dax back and yanked him inside, closing and locking the cage behind him before slamming the door.

  No one was going to interrupt us tonight.

  Dax was on me again before the keys were even out of the lock, pressing me against the closed door. He moved my tangled curls aside and kissed my neck, his erection grinding against the curve of my ass as I desperately tried to stay upright.

  Neither of us had said a word yet, and the silence seemed to intensify every touch. I turned around while I still had enough motor function to stand and wrapped my arms around Dax’s muscled shoulders. I pushed his leathers off his shoulders, aching to feel his skin against mine.

  I couldn’t help the squeal of surprise that escaped me when Dax lifted me up, swinging me around and depositing me on the bar like I weighed nothing. His hands paused at the button of my shorts, giving me one last second to back out. Needless to say, stopping him was the last thing on my mind.

  He pulled off my shorts of panties in one quick motion, leaving me bare from the waist down and spread out on the bar. His hand slowly stroked the bare skin of my mound, and my legs fell open, showing him all my secrets.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispered, breaking the silence. His finger followed a line from my belly button down to my center, testing the slickness there. One finger pushed inside me. “And so tight,” he added.

  I couldn’t manage anything more coherent than a moan as that perfect finger began teasingly pumping in and out of my pussy. Abruptly, his finger was gone but before my whine or protest even left my throat, his mouth was on me. Dax ate pussy with the same abandon that he kissed with. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, circling my folds, giving quick, teasing licks to my clit, and long, languid strokes where his tongue dipped inside me.

  This time, it was my turn to bury my fingers in his hair, tugging on the short dark locks and I pulled him closer, desperate for more contact. Dax flattened his tongue and licked the full length of my slit, lapping up my juices eagerly.

  I could feel my body growing closer and closer to orgasm, the tension coiling through me as Dax licked and sucked my most sensitive areas. “Please!” I begged, my entire body trembling as I hovered on the edge, needing something to push me over, but not sure what.

  Dax plunged two fingers into me, and that was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me, and I sobbed Dax’s name as wave after wave of blinding pleasure poured over me until I slumped back on the bar, wrung out and trembling. The only noise the sound of my gasps as I tried to get my breathing under control.

  I sat up, sliding off the bar and into Dax’s arms as my shaky legs gave out beneath me. I could see his erection straining the front of his jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to drag him upstairs and fe
el that thick cock inside me.

  This last week had been far too long.

  Without warning, Dax lifted me up and slung me over his shoulder and gave my bare ass a quick smack as he clattered up the stairs to my apartment.

  Inside my tiny sanctuary, the silence closed in around us again. I had never been particularly chatty, but something about Dax made me want silence. I spent so much time in the loud bar, hearing a dozen conversations yelled over the din of bike engines. Here with Dax, the only noise was the sound of flesh and breath.

  Dax pulled the usual Hades uniform t-shirt over my head, leaving me naked before him. Never one to just stand idly by, I reached for Dax’s belt buckle, rubbing my hands over the impressive sized bulge tenting the denim.

  “Mmmmmm,” he moaned, and that moan grew louder as I pulled the zipper down. Freed from the snug confines of his jeans, Dax’s cock sprang free. Despite how very badly I wanted to feel him slide inside me, I couldn’t resist having another taste and I dropped to my knees, pulling his jeans down with me.

  For the second time, I found myself face to fact with Dax’s impressive manhood. I licked the head with the tip of my tongue, using just the barest amount of pressure before ducking my head down and taking him all the way into my mouth. His girth stretched my lips, and I couldn’t help but think of how it would feel stretching my other lips.

  “Blanca,” he ground out, breaking the silence. I looked up without lifting my mouth. “Fuck,” Dax swore. “You’re going to make me come if you keep up with that.” Reluctantly, I pulled back and allowed Dax’s cock to slip from my lips. “The next time I come is going to be inside that tight, wet pussy,” he growled. The vulgar words sent a bolt of lust to my center. For all my teasing, I wanted exactly the same thing.

  In one quick motion, Dax kicked off his jeans and boots and pulled his shirt over his head, and I found myself flat on my back on the bed. Finally naked and pressed skin against skin, Dax paused, his cock resting against my opening. He lowered his head and gave me another of those soul-searing kisses. I could taste the tang of my own juices clinging to his lips and tongue as it dueled with mine. Impatient, I rolled my hips and his cock slipped inside, breaching my entrance.

  We both froze for a moment, reveling in the sensation as Dax sheathed himself in me for the first time. Inch by inch, he pushed into me and I took every inch of his length into my wet heat.

  Every rock of my hips sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. Dax wrapped his hand in my dark hair and tugged me upward to plunder my mouth while his hips pistoned that delicious cock into me.

  Dax followed the curve of my neck with his tongue. He peppered small nips on my shoulder that he then soothed with kisses. Impressing me with his flexibility, Dax leaned down further and sucked one of my hard nipples into his mouth, biting just enough to send a shiver of pleasurepain down my spine. “I could fuck you all day,” he purred

  “Is- is that a challenge?”

  Dax’s lips curled into a smile that said it most definitely was a challenge and he sat back on his heels, pulling me upward with him, his cock still buried in me. I wrapped my legs around his back for leverage.

  I glanced at Dax’s face and saw that his eyes locked on the spot where our bodies connected. I couldn’t blame him. The sight of his cock disappearing into my pussy with every thrust was mesmerizing.

  “Touch yourself for me,” Dax whispered, his voice sounding ragged. “I want to see it.”

  Something about Dax stripped away every bit of shyness I had ever felt. I dipped my hand between my legs and found my clit. I circled it with my fingers, finding a rhythm that matched Dax’s thrusts. My orgasm took me by surprise and Dax moaned loudly as my inner muscles contracted around his cock, squeezing him like a wet fist, driving him to his peak as well.

  Heat flooded me as Dax came inside me, and we both collapsed back on the bed, boneless and satiated and still joined in the most intimate of ways.

  ***

  Life settled into any easy routine after that. Dax hadn’t claimed me as his in any official way, but the way I was treated by the rest of the MC changed drastically after that night. Cat-calls and crude comments still peppered every interaction in the bar. I was just as likely to be called “Sugar Tits” as my name. I still had guys asking me for the top shelf whiskey just to make me climb on the counter, but the tone seemed to change.

  I might not be wearing colors officially, but I was a Diablo. I’d drawn blood for their leader, and I warmed his bed at night. I didn’t bat an eye when a skinny blonde that had her eye on Ray decided the best way to make him jealous was to blow Dax under the table. (It wasn’t.) I stored shipments of guns and drugs in the hidden basement below the bar, keeping the livelihood of the club protected.

  Official or not, I was a Diablo, but I was so busy enjoying my new status and working to maintain it that I let my guard down. In my new world, letting your guard down can be deadly.

  ***

  I work up dazed and groggy with a pounding headache. My hands were cuffed behind my back, binding me to a metal support beam. Cold and damp, the air in the windowless room held a heavy scent of mildew, obviously a basement somewhere. A bare lightbulb hung from the ceiling, the only source of light in the dark room. A few folding chairs leaned against the wall, but beyond that the room was empty.

  I pulled on the handcuffs, wincing as the movement sent a spike of pain through my head. They held tight. Where the hell was I? I searched my fizzy mind, trying to remember anything that had happened in the last few hours. In bits and pieces, it started to come back to me.

  I had been in the back room grabbing another case of beer to restock the fridge. The bar had cleared out except for Johnny, and he knocked back the last of his beer and called a quick goodbye to me. My mind focused on a quick restock and then sleep, I answered automatically. A minute later, I heard his bike rev and drive off.

  Crouched behind the bar as I refilled the fridge, I didn’t hear the door open. I didn’t hear anything until an unfamiliar voice said, “Blanca.” Startled, I turned to see who had come in, and then everything went black.

  Whether I wanted to admit it to myself or not, I knew who had taken me. No one in the Diablos would have touched me, and the non MC criminal element in the city gave Hades and its occupants a wide berth. The only people who would do something like this were the Outlaws.

  Kidnapped by a rival gang that had already tried to kill Dax once and chained to a beam in a basement. I was fucked.

  “Blanca Blanca Blanca.” The source of the voice seemed to echo through the room, sending a cold bolt of fear through my body.

  “Who’s there?” I asked, hating the quaver in my voice.

  “I think you know, don’t you, Blanca?” He said my name with mockery in his voice, and when the tall figure emerged from the shadows, it took everything in me to not shrink back. The man was tall and heavily muscled. A large scorpion was tattooed on his forearm, the stinger ready to strike. Older than Dax, the man had a shaved head and a short black beard. I knew who he was, and desperately wished I didn’t.

  I didn’t hide my reaction well enough, and his lips curled into a cruel smile. “I see you know who I am,” he stated.

  I nodded slowly. “Kane,” I said. “President of the Outlaws.”

  He chuckled. “Smart girl.” His grin faded and he backhanded me, snapping my head to the side with the force of the blow. Darkness swam at the edge of my vision as my already aching head threatened to explode. I tasted blood and realized Kane’s ring had split open my lip.

  “I bet you’re wondering what I want with you,” he said, dragging a folding chair closer and taking a seat.

  “I won’t betray Dax,” I snapped, cutting him off.

  “Shut your puta mouth before I shut it for you!” Kane snarled. Satisfied with my silence, Kane continued. “I thought about paying you to kill him, but we both know you’d just lie to get out of here and run right to the Diablos. I thought about just killing you. That would set
Dax off, but I’d no doubt lose a few men on his rampage.” Kane leaned forward, making sure I hung on his every word. “No Blanca, I’m going to keep you here until Dax figures out who has you. It shouldn’t take long. And then when he walks through that door, I’m going to put a bullet in his head.” Kane leered at me. “And when he’s dead, I might just keep you.”

  Dax was too smart to walk into such an obvious trap, but Dax also tended to snap when things happened to anyone he cared about. Ray’s descriptions of what Dax had done to the Outlaws he had gotten his hands on after his father’s death echoed in my mind.

  “You can’t even imagine it, Blanca,” Ray had said in a hushed whisper. “Don’t get me wrong, those Outlaw cunts deserved everything he did to them, but he. . . he wasn’t Dax anymore. Something in him just broke when his Dad died, and he was ready to rip through every Outlaw in the city until he got to Kane.”

  Ray had shook his head, probably wondering why he was opening up half-healed wounds for someone like me. “He sent one of Kane’s guys back to him in pieces. If something ever makes him snap like that again, I don’t know if anyone could bring him back.” Ray paused, seeming to war with himself over if he should even say his next words out loud. “Just. . . watch yourself, Blanca.”

  I hadn’t watched myself. I had been complacent and stupid, and I ended up in this mess, but I didn’t want to take Dax down with me. “You got the wrong girl,” I said, trying my best to seem cocky instead of terrified. “Sure, Dax and I fucked. Dax fucks a lot of girls, but he’s not going to risk his life for some pussy. Even pussy as nice as mine.”

  Kane arched an eyebrow at me, looking unimpressed by my act. “You’re not fooling anyone, Blanca. You think he gave you Charlie’s spot because of your business sense? There were a lot of people in line to run that bar. People riding for years, but old Dax decides to set up his new favorite hole in his old favorite hole.” Kane spat on the floor. “He’s getting soft. Dax is half the man his father was, and I killed his father.” Kane slapped me again, the sharp blow stinging my face.