They all ignore the half-naked Rita on the bed pleasuring herself. Lisa points to the closet. “She’s in there.”
Deator opens the doors wide and stands back.
Inside the closet stands a blond-haired woman, a shifter, I realize when her scent fills my nostrils. She looks vaguely familiar and when she raises her chin, her light blue eyes pierce me, and it’s then I recognize her resemblance. There’s only one person that I’ve seen with eyes like hers. She is related to Alban, a member of the rival Eaters Gang.
Her eyes flick down my body and when they land on my exposed hard cock, it grows even harder. She licks her lips and just the sight of her extended pink tongue sends a jolt through my body. I tell myself she’s an Eater; she’s off limits. My mind obeys, but not my body. Pre-cum drips to the floor, but I’m not watching that; no I’m watching her and she’s watching me.
She’s an Eater, hiding in my closet. Was she sent here to spy or is she an assassin? I look around the room at the bloodthirsty looks on the men around me. They’re out to get the Eaters and they won’t hesitate to use her to get their revenge.
She should be scared, she should be begging for her life right now, but instead she’s staring at me and my hard cock. There’s something that tells me, either it’s my raging pulse or the way I can’t catch my breath, that I’ve finally met my match… and she’s a fuckin’ Eater.
Bruin
New Law MC 2
Chapter 1
Penny
Alban Samuels isn’t even cold yet when I grab my bag and climb out the window of the four-story building we’ve been living in. I lift the neck of my shirt up and wipe the tears off my face, hating to leave him like this but knowing I don’t have a choice. Alban is my father and I couldn’t leave him. Not then. And even now, it takes everything I have to actually climb out the window. I look back at him and he looks more at peace now than he probably ever has. We were able to say our goodbyes and it was only after I promised him that I would leave that he finally gave up. It’s almost like he knew that my only chance of surviving was if he died. I hate to even think it, but I imagine it’s true. I felt him take his last breath. My head was lying on his chest, and I could feel the life fade out of him. I set here quietly, not wanting to alert the rest of the house of what has happened, but wanting one last minute alone with the man that has stood by me and cared for me since the beginning.
I’ve grown up in the Eaters MC. My father was once the vice president of the club. Until he got too sick. Some of them said it was because he got too soft. But whatever the reason, the club got worse once my dad got sick. They were always bad, but now they’re downright evil. I look at the goosebumps on my arm even thinking about it. I’ve seen it all, more bad, unimaginable things than I’ll ever be able to forget in my lifetime. I’ve wanted out since I was ten years old and I saw one of the Eaters kill an innocent man right in the middle of downtown. I’ll never forget it. The Eater shifted and his bear was no match for the man trying to pay for his groceries at the open market. The bear pawed him and sliced him open with his strong claws. With the blood pouring from his mouth, the Eater walked away on all fours, eating the meat the man had just paid for. There were people all around us, but not one person intervened. No one stepped in. I watched as the man gasped for breath and finally took his last one. It’s as if his eyes are forever ingrained in my mind and I swear I’ve had nightmares about that incident ever since then. From that day forward, I dreamed of one day leaving the Eaters MC.
The one thing holding me back was my father. My mother was a club twinkie and she left me behind with Dad when she decided to move on to the next club. My dad saw the bad things and saw what the club was becoming, but he couldn’t leave. The life of an Eater is all my father and I have ever known. On my fifteenth birthday, I was ready to go. I had it all planned out and I was leaving. Instead of leaving, though, that day I was sentenced to stay at the Eaters club and I didn’t know for how long, I just knew I couldn’t leave. That day was the day that my dad was diagnosed with the big C. I couldn’t leave then, even though he begged me to. He knew what would come of me without him here. He knew that the club was merely biding their time until they thought of me as free. He’s been sick for a long time – over three years - and I just couldn’t force myself to leave. And they knew it. The very little freedom they did give me is because they knew I wouldn’t leave my father. But now that he’s gone, there’s nothing holding me back. I have to get out of here before Silver, my half-brother and vice president of the Eater club, finds out that our dad is dead. Once he and the rest of the club find out that I’m no longer tethered to them, they will force me to stay by any means necessary.