Dealing with the Devil Read Free Page A

brown eyes sparkled with mirth, radiating warmth and goodness. He collected more glasses and brought them over to be washed.
    Lucy looked up from the pile of snifters she was cleaning and smirked. “Gabe doesn’t scare me,” She replied. “He’s a good President. He’s strong and cunning and he believes in the club…but he also takes archaic traditions far too seriously. The MC has been a boys club for way too long.”
    Kyle grabbed a towel and started to dry the glasses Lucy had already cleaned. He nodded cordially, “I just think you’re brave, is all. If anyone’s going to break the glass ceiling, it’s definitely going to be you.” He flashed her a handsome smile. Once he finished drying, Kyle trotted over to help Mort carry a huge bag of recyclables out to the bin. By the time he got back, Lucy was putting the last of the glasses back onto the shelf. The bar was cleaner than it had been even
before
the party, though no one in their right mind would ever eat off the floor.
    The meeting didn’t last too much longer. Pretty soon, members poured out of the War Room, rowdy and thirsty. Mort got behind the bar and immediately started serving up drinks. Kyle and Hunter were ordered to suit up and head to the border to make sure no Black Jacks crossed into the territory during the night. Lucy was left to wash down the rest of the tables. She was leaning over to scrub a spot at the bar when she felt a shadow creep behind her. Seconds later, Lucy cried out as she was rammed against the bar. “What the hell!”
    “I usually like my women with more meat on them but for now, you’re gonna to have to do.” Beaver’s breath smelled heavily of tequila; it was obvious he had been drinking long before the meeting took place. He chuckled derisively and pushed her again, this time toward the rooms in the back, “You heard what Archie said. You have to do whatever I say without question. And I say you’re gonna suck my dick, sweetheart.” Beaver turned slightly to the left and swallowed a mouthful of fist.
    The veins in Gabriel’s neck throbbed so noticeably that Lucy was terrified they were going to burst. The massive man reached down to finish beating the life out of Beaver when Lucy grabbed Gabe’s arm. “Stop!” Lucy was still startled from being grabbed but she forced herself to regain her bearings. “You told him not even an hour ago that I’m a prospect and I have to do whatever he asks without question.”
    “What he’s asking you to do isn’t right, Lucy!” Archie thundered. This was everything he had feared…Lucy was beautiful, delicate, and sweet and these men were going to ruin her. “Do you want to suck his fucking dick?”
    “Of course I don’t!” Lucy cried, “But I expect to be treated just like any other prospect. Which means I shouldn’t need to worry about being asked to perform sexual favors! If I couldn’t finish the job, would Mort be asked to step in? How about Hunter or Kyle?” Lucy gritted her teeth angrily. “I don’t think so!” Despite her best efforts, her entire body shook in rage and fear. She was aware of the possibility that someone might try and take advantage of her position; she simply hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.
    Beaver crawled away while Lucy and Archie stared each other down. There was no doubt that Archie had busted the man’s nose. Meanwhile, he was left with such overwhelming guilt. Archie
had
told everyone the prospects had to do whatever they were told, without question; it was just the way things worked in the MC. They’d all been hazed during their induction and each one of them survived. Then again, he’d kill anyone who so much as looked at Lucy sideways. This was just another reason why she didn’t belong here. “I guess I need to make it clear that demanding sex from a prospect is not acceptable…” He growled at those who were assembled, “Although I really wish I didn’t have to!” He exhaled sharply as he struggled to rein in