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  Four

  Dezzy

  My knee bounces up and down as I sit at the little desk picking the skin around my nails as they fill out paperwork. My dad is here but I haven’t seen him yet. I can only imagine what he must be thinking right now.

  “There are stipulations in your paperwork,” the man tells me. I jerk my eyes to his and wait for him to say what the hell that means.

  “What is that?” I ask when he doesn’t answer.

  “The main one is you will be staying with your father until your mother goes to court.”

  “What? Why? I’m an adult!” I scream pulling, attention from the other officers around us. I don’t give a shit. I shouldn’t be forced to go with him!

  “It’s in the paperwork. You either follow the rules or you can remain here. I don’t care either way. You were being evicted from your apartment anyway.”

  I already knew that. I sigh and sit back in the chair until he passes me a pen to sign off on everything. Once we’re finished, he stands and ushers me toward the steel door. When I step through, I don’t know what to say. My dad stands there in his leather cut, looking as menacing as the last time I saw him. That’s was almost five years ago. For a man who’s nearing fifty, you wouldn’t know it; he doesn’t look his age. He could easily pass for a man in his thirties, if that. His eyes come to meet mine but I can’t place the look in them.

  “You okay? They didn’t fuck with you in there?” he asks, his gruff tone taking me back to when I was little. The way he’s looking at me, like I’m the best little girl in the world. A tear slips down my cheek as I shake my head. He doesn’t move quickly, in fact he’s a little hesitant but he reaches for me and pulls me into his arms. My head falls to his chest inhaling the scent of leather and my dad. I don’t know what I’m crying about or why but I do. I cry into his chest like a child.

  “Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m fixin’ it, darlin’,” he whispers into my hair. I nod my head but keep myself steady in his arms.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell him although I don’t really know what I’m apologizing for. I didn’t do anything wrong. My mom did. Shane did.

  “Let’s go get your things from the apartment and head home. It’s been a long day for you I’m sure.” I nod and pull away from him. His hands come up and wipes my cheeks before tugging my hand and leading me outside. I have to say that I’m a little disappointed when I see the truck sitting there and not his bike.

  “No bike?” I ask looking up at him. He chuckles and tugs me closer to the truck when I see the driver’s side door open on the other side.

  “I’m on my bike. Figured you’d need the truck for your things.” I nod my head and shrug.

  “Don’t really have much. Maybe a bag or two,” I admit, feeling like a fool. What twenty-five-year old has nothing? Me, that’s who. I watch the man walk around the truck looking a little pissed about being here. Join the club, buddy.

  “I don’t think going with you is a good idea, Dad. I have a place here and I really don’t thin-”

  His hand comes up to stop me and I stop quickly. The man has authority and I know it from when I was young, but that won’t stop me now.

  “You are goin’ with me.”

  “No, I’m staying here. I appreciate you coming to help me out but I’m not a little girl anymore,” I snap. The man who walked up is staring at me with big blue eyes that could melt any woman. He’s pretty good looking but he’s also wearing a cut. Which means I want nothing to do with him either.

  “You ain’t a little girl yet you’re callin’ daddy to come get you from jail?” my dad snaps back at me.

  “You know what? I don’t need this shit! Go back to your club whores! Mom and I will be fine,” I sneer and turn on my heel ready to walk away when a strong arm wraps around my waist. I’m dragged back, slamming into a hard body before I can think.

  “Get off me!” I scream, catching more attention than I need to be.

  “Calm the fuck down and don’t act stupid,” the man hisses in my ear. I let my body slowly calm before he lets me go. I turn to look at him, giving him the death glare, but he just chuckles.

  “You are goin’ and Gauge here is gonna drive you. Don’t give him any shit. I had to pull a lot of fuckin’ strings to get you outta there, Dezzy.” The way he talks to me, uses my whole name, it’s like when I was little and would get in trouble for something. Like sneaking Old Barnie’s cigarettes when he was asleep.

  “Fine. Drag me back to your hell if that’s what you want to do.” I shift away from the both of them and climb in the truck, slamming the door for good measure. I’m stressed, I’m still pissed, and I don’t want to move, but what choice do I have? I signed the stupid papers saying I would go with him. I glance out the window to see Dad and that guy Gauge talking and nodding right before my dad looks over at me and gives me a soft smile. I ignore it, not returning one. I still hate him to a point after all the shit he put me and mom through when we lived with him. Gauge comes around and gets in not saying a word. He fires the truck up and takes off.

  “How do you know where I live?” I ask him when he takes all the right turns to my place.

  “Police station,” is all he says. I huff and lean back in the seat until the apartment comes into view.

  “Your mom do that to your face?” he finally asks, putting the truck into park.

  “You should see hers,” I tell him. He chuckles before looking over at me.

  “You should ice that. It’s pretty swollen.” I shrug.

  “Don’t care. I’ve had worse,” I say before jumping out of the truck. The thought of running into the apartment and locking the door has occurred to me. How would he get in? He wouldn’t be able to.

  “Lock it and I’ll break it down,” he says as if he can read my mind.

  What the hell? I flip him off and shove through the door. Grabbing my duffle bag from the front closet, I start gathering what I need. Gauge saunters in and looks disgusted with what he sees. I almost laugh in his face considering I used to live in the clubhouse.

  “You have a problem?” I snap when I’ve had enough of his looks.

  “No. I know what trash prefers to live like.”

  “What the fuck? Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t know me!”

  “Maybe not but I know your dad. You think he’d approve of this?” he says motioning to the mess of our lives.

  “You live at the clubhouse?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Then you know what trash is, sweetheart. I lived there when I was little and I’m sure things haven’t changed.” Stuffing more clothes in my bag, I head into the bathroom and sigh. Thank God they didn’t find my stash when the cops were running through this place. I grab the loose tile on the floor and pull it to the side, careful not to make any noise. I don’t need my new bodyguard to hear me and give me any more shit. Slipping the small bag into my big one, I replace the tile and stand.

  “Things have changed. Your dad has changed. You should give him a chance.”

  I roll my eyes and move around the room looking for anything else that I might want to take.

  “He would never change. Are you going to tell me that he loves me and that all he wants is what’s best for me too? He never gave a damn about me, Greg.”

  “Gauge.”

  “What?”

  “My name is Gauge, not Greg. Don’t confuse me with your pimp.” He has some fucking nerve. This son of a bitch.

  “Why are you here, Gauge? Did my dad threaten you?” I snip.

  “I respect your dad. That’s why I’m here. Get your shit so we can go. Some of us do like to sleep and not get fucked up all night long,” he says while keeping his voice steady. Oh this is going to be a fun ride back to Chesapeake Beach.

  Five

  Gauge

  We haven’t even been in the car ten minutes when she’s digging through her bag. I don’t know what the hell she’s looking for and I sure as hell don’t give a shit. I reach over and
turn the radio on, listening to some metal as I drive. Dezzy is quiet but when I glance over I can see why. She has a needle in one hand a vile in the other. When she has the amount she wants in the needle, she sticks the needle between her fingers and slowly plunges that trash into her body. I huff.

  “You have a problem?” she asks with a look my way.

  “You’re a fuckin’ junkie,” I state.

  “Hardly. I just like how it makes me feel and forget.”

  “Like mother like daughter,” I sneer.

  “Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t know me or my mom. Go fuck yourself.” She turns to look out the window, finally shutting up, but she’s already worked my nerves.

  “So, tell me. Did your dad just bail you out so you could start all over again?”

  “What do you mean? I didn’t have anything to do with why the cops were called. I was having a good time and that bastard of a boyfriend of mine was finger fucking my mom,” she says. And I certainly didn’t miss the hitch in her voice.

  “Your man finger fucked your mom?”

  “While I was sitting in his lap kissing him,” she says softly.

  “He isn’t worth shit then. Fuck him. You don’t need someone like that in your life,” I tell her. I keep my focus on the road, but I also watch her out of the corner of my eye. Her high is slowly working its way through her system.

  “She said I was a whore. That she always looked better than me,” she mumbles under her breath. Shit, what kind of mother does that?

  “There’s no way she looks better than you,” I tell her, trying to be reassuring and helpful, but fuck.

  “You don’t think I’m ugly?” she asks turning her high as hell red rimmed eyes toward me. I shake my head and look back at the road. The silence is deafening and awkward as hell, but the girl is lost right now and I know she needs some kind of positive reinforcements.

  “You’re gorgeous. Don’t let someone pull you down,” I tell her. I hear her sniffle but I don’t look back over. After a moment, she moves closer to me, laying her head on my shoulder. I don’t know if she just needs someone to comfort her or her high is taking her someplace else so I don’t move her. Not until her hand runs up my thigh.

  “You need to stop,” I warn her. She just giggles and cups my junk in her hand, tugging and pulling until that fucker starts to harden. Great, that’s just great.

  “You like me touching you. I can feel how hard you’re getting,” she purrs before her lips come to rest on my neck. The tip of her tongue flicks over my flesh and fuck does it feel good. She strokes my cock through my jeans but her lips and tongue work magic on my skin.

  “I’m warnin’ you, Dezzy. You need to stop.” This can’t be happening. I can’t fuck with the prez’s daughter, and I sure as hell don’t want to lose my place in the club over her. I tighten my hand on the wheel until my knuckles turn white. Dezzy doesn’t stop; she keeps her hand moving and her lips sucking. My body is too fucking tense for this.

  “Stop, Dezzy!” I snap louder with more fury in my voice. She jolts and moves away from me quickly. My body is buzzing and I can’t fucking stop it now.

  “Are you gay or something?” she asks licking those pink lips of hers.

  “No.”

  “Then what is it? You don’t want your cock sucked?”

  I groan and she heard it. “I don’t want any trouble with your dad.”

  “You’re scared of him,” she states, pissing me off a little more.

  “Hardly. I just respect him a little more than you do,” I remind her.

  “Yeah, whatever. You’re probably fucking gay.”

  I’ve had enough. I can only handle so much before I lose my patience and she is testing it badly.

  “Watch your fuckin’ mouth, Dezzy.”

  “Or what? What are you going to do? Fuck me? Force me to take your long, thick cock?”

  God, those fucking drugs have her losing her damn mind.

  “I mean it,” I tell her, my final warning heavy in my tone. When she laughs and calls me a pussy, I lose it. Jerking the wheel, I swerve off the road nearly taking another car with me. Dezzy laughs like this is a fucking game. It’s not. I leap out of the truck and storm to the passenger side, ripping the door open. In seconds I have Dezzy out and pinned against the side. She’s no longer laughing but her breathing has quickened.

  “I don’t know what you’re used to and frankly I don’t give a shit. You will not talk to me like that and you will respect your dad. I’m not the nice guy here. I’m doin’ him a favor by helpin’ out with you, but make no fuckin’ mistake, I’ve killed men for less.” She stares up at me with her big brown eyes widened, her lips parted. I bring my hands up, one circling her throat and the other lingering on her lips.

  “Open your fuckin’ mouth,” I growl. Dezzy parts her mouth and I slowly slip my middle finger between those silky soft lips. “Suck!” I demand harshly. She doesn’t at first but when I press down on the back of her tongue she does. Her tongue tortures my fucking cock without even touching it. It twitches and throbs needing a fucking release that I won’t be getting from her.

  “Harder, Dezzy. You wanted my cock a minute ago but I don’t think you’re grown enough to do it,” I taunt her. I want her to get pissed so that we can get back on the road and get the fuck home but that’s not what I get. Dezzy sucks harder, her tongue flicking along and nearly pulling a moan from my throat. I swallow it down as she looks into my eyes and sucks with all she has. Plunging a second finger past her lips, she moans in response. My body hums with so much fucking energy that I can barely stand it. When I’m too close to losing control, I pull my fingers out of her mouth quickly.

  “What now? Do I get the cock?” she teases, stepping toward me. I shake my head and let out a chuckle.

  “Hell no. You can’t suck my fingers worth a shit, so I know you sure as hell can’t take my cock. Get in the goddamn truck.” Insult and hurt fills those big brown eyes but I ignore it and head back around to the driver’s side. I climb in and look at her side waiting on her to get back in. It takes her a minute but she does. I didn’t expect what comes next. Dezzy smirks at me, slides her hand into the front of those little shorts she’s wearing and starts getting herself off.

  “What the fuck are you doin’?” I growl. She looks toward me, licking her lips as she pants and keeps going.

  “Someone needs to come. It might as well be me,” she moans as she climbs higher. I sift in my seat becoming uncomfortable as fuck. My cock is pounding in my jeans and my heart races. The faster her hand moves, the more I want to stop her, but I don’t.

  “Oh God,” she cries out as her release washes through her. She pulls her hand free and starts to raise them to her lips while she keeps her gaze on me. Quickly, I snap my hand out and capture her wrist, bringing her fingers to my mouth. I suck and lick and groan as her taste hits my tongue. Fucking hell, this girl is already trouble. And for some fucked up reason I feel like she’s just the kind of trouble I want but don’t need.

  Six

  Dezzy

  The rest of the ride to the clubhouse was uneventful. It wasn’t for my lack of trying either, but now as I come down from my high, I sort of regret doing that. Gauge carries my bags inside as I follow behind him. I take a deep breath before I walk in. Gauge wasn’t lying when he said things have changed. Even though the clubhouse is older and sits in the middle of nowhere, they have redone the inside. Black walls run around the room with the Soulless Bastards logo painted on the main wall. Dark leather coaches line the walls while pub style tables and chairs sit in the middle. Even the bar has been redone, taking on the look of a real bar.

  “Still think things stay the same?” Gauge asks over his shoulder. I’m about to say something back when my dad walks up.

  “The ride go okay?” he asks.

  I nod my head but refuse to answer that question. The ride was far from okay when I basically threw myself at Gauge. And he didn’t take what was offered.

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sp; “I like what you did here. It looks really good,” I tell him and actually mean it.

  “Yeah thought it needed an update a few years back. Redone all the rooms, too. You’ll have your own bathroom now, not a shared one,” he says with a slight smile on his face.

  “Thanks for coming, Dad. I don’t even know what happened. We were all having a good time until-”

  “Her man finger fucked your ex,” Gauge chimes in. I turn and glare at him giving the thank for the reminder stare.

  “No shit? You’re fuckin’ momma let him do that?” Pulling my gaze from the cocky smile on Gauge’s face, I look back at my dad.

  “Yeah, she did but he called the cops. We got busted but he walked. I don’t get it.” My dad furrows his brows as he looks down at me a little confused himself.

  “I don’t want you worryin’ about any of this shit. I’m gonna find out and get it all taken care of. You just relax, and if you need anything you ask one of us,” he says sweetly.

  I smile up at him but I don’t know what to say. Me and him haven’t spoken to each other in a long time. He tried to call me but my mom always said he didn’t want us. I remember when I was young up until the day we moved that he was always fucking around on my mom. That’s why she divorced him. He cheated with random club whores and never had time for us. Which makes me wonder why he even came for me now.

  “Is that Dezzy Wezzy?” I hear an old ghost from the past behind me. When I turn around, tears fill my eyes.

  “Old Barnie! You still alive and kicking?” I tease as I move toward him. OB was my best friend as kid. He let me get away with far more than my dad did. When I’m close enough, he pulls me into a hug.