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Ryder
If it wasn’t for the blood-stained sheets as proof, I’d be positive that I just dreamed about nailing Penny… Penny-fucking-Jenkins.
I was actually looking forward to using her all night and in every way I could. But those round little burn scars all over her ass and lower back deflated my dick faster than I got it up.
Shaking my head, I pull my shirt on and walk back into the bar. Grabbing a beer on my way in, I take a seat next to Maddox.
“That was quick.” He looks past me. “Where the hell is she? You had three guys in line after you.”
“I sent her off and forgave the debt.” I know he is going to be mad about it, but I don’t really care. He’ll get over it.
He slams his bottle onto the table. “What the fuck, Ryder? That was five grand!”
I shrug my shoulders. “I popped her cherry, though.”
“So? That will not bring our money back or keep the other guys happy.” He shakes his head and watches me take a long sip of my beer. “If you weren’t my VP, I would castrate you right now.”
“I don’t give a shit about the money. Don’t pretend that five grand is making a dent in our income. If you’re so worried about it, take it out of my next cut. This was personal. I got my revenge, and now I just want her out of my sight and as far away as possible.” I look over at Maddox, my best friend, and the president of our MC.
“Don’t give me that look. I can’t deal with you right now.” I get up, almost punching the guy beside me just because I feel like it.
Storming outside, I forget momentarily that my bike is in the shop. I stomp to my truck, yanking the door open so hard that the door handle is at risk of coming off. What a shitty day.
I drive down the road, still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. It doesn’t take me long before I see her, walking on the sidewalk in the middle of the night, with her childish purple backpack and her ridiculous pink sweater.She looks more like a twelve-year-old child than a twenty-year-old woman.
I should let her walk home, she deserves it. Just as much as she deserved me fucking her earlier. Then the image of her scarred ivory skin invades my mind. After what she did to me, I should have nothing but hate for her. But thinking about the small burn scars so similar to my own stirs another unwanted feeling up in me. Rolling my eyes at myself, I slow the truck and roll down the window.
“Get in,” I yell.
Shaking her head, she briefly looks over to me but doesn’t slow down. Matter of fact, she walks faster.
I speed up the truck and drive on the curb, angling it, so it’s blocking her way. “Get in!”
She hesitates for another moment, but then gets in the truck. She buckles up as I pull back onto the road. I smile at this minor triumph, liking the fact that she is obviously uncomfortable and unhappy.
“How is your pussy?”
She looks out the window, doing her best to ignore me.
“You need to scrub between your legs extra good tonight. You probably don’t know this, but cum dries funny.” I feel like a cat toying with a little mouse, and I’m enjoying it way too much. God,I’m a bastard.“Where do you need to go?”
“Just let me out here,” she says so quietly, I almost don’t catch it. “I’ll walk the rest of the way.”
I look around. There is nothing here besides some old industrial buildings.
“Don’t be ridiculous and tell me where you live, so I can get rid of you. We are nowhere near a residential area. Some psycho is going to skin you alive and leave you in a ditch. I don’t want the cops finding a body this close to the club. So, tell me.” I’m about to lose my patience.
“The women’s shelter.”
What. The. Fuck?
The women’s shelter?Last time I saw her, she was at the top of her class in some gifted private school, taking college-level algebra classes. I wondered what she was doing borrowing money from us, but I wasn’t interested enough to ask. I am now.
“Why are you living in a women’s shelter?”
“You must really be enjoying this.”