The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard Read Free

someone.
    “You’re not going anywhere.”
    She turned toward the man she knew only as President. His dark hair was short, and his eyes were hard and cold, the color of molten silver. What had her father called him? Demon? Surely that wasn’t his real name. There was no way anyone would have the name Demon; it was wrong on so many levels.
    “What? You can’t stop me from going anywhere,” she said, putting her purse over her shoulder and starting to make her way out of the room.
    Deanna didn’t get far.
    Demon reached out, snagging her hand. Before she knew what was happening she was sitting on his lap. She fought to be released but within quick moments, he had her hands trapped to her sides. He held her tightly, firmly, with no chance of escape.
    “Get off me. Let me go!” She shouted, screamed, cursed, and wriggled. Boy, did she wriggle, but not once did he loosen his hold. Deanna felt the evidence of what her shifting on him was doing. The man beneath her was getting hard. His cock was pressed against her ass, showing her exactly how much he was enjoying it.
    She stopped instantly.
    Licking her lips, she stared across the room at the horrid walls. The whole place was in need of some tender loving care.
    Don’t think about it. Don’t think about his arms wrapped around you, trapping you.
    “You’re a little wildcat, aren’t you? Is she a natural redhead?” Demon asked. His breath was across her neck.
    “Don’t ask him, ask me,” Deanna said through gritted teeth. She hated how her body responded to being captured by him.
    “Well, little red, are you all natural?” Demon’s lips brushed against her cheek. He was so large compared to her. His presence alone had her tensing, waiting for him to strike.
    “Go fuck yourself,” she said.
    Bad, Deanna, bad. This is a fucking biker, not some twerp in high school.
    He didn’t respond how she expected. Demon burst out laughing.
    “She’s got fire inside her,” Demon said.
    “You’ll tame her.” One of the other men spoke up. She didn’t even bother to look to see who had spoken. This was a nightmare.
    She shouldn’t have come over.
    “Well, do we have a deal?” her father asked.
    He looked nervous.
    Demon grabbed her chin and forced her to look at her father. “Your father owes me a shit load of money, Deanna.” How did he know her name? “Do you know what he offered me?” he asked.
    She shook her head, more afraid of what he was about to say than what he could have already said.
    “He offered me you as payment.”
    Deanna stared into her father’s eyes, the eyes of an addict. Hatred filled her to the core at what he’d done. There was no mistake now. When he’d been on his phone, he’d made sure these three men knew to come for her.
    “I’m not going with you,” Deanna said.
    “You don’t have a choice. If it’s not our club it’ll be another club. Before long, you’ll have so many men taking payment out of your pussy. Your father is scum, Deanna. The lowest of the low.”
    Her heart pounded at what he was saying. This was not news to her. Her father had always been a problem. The only reason she tried to help him before was because of her mother.
    “I’ve got a life. I’m not going with you.” She fisted her hands, preparing to break free.
    “You don’t understand, Deanna.” Why did he keep saying her name? “If you don’t come with me now we’re going to kill your father, and then we’re going to kill you.”
    She froze. “That makes no sense. How could he even earn you back the money if he’s dead?”
    “Because we wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. Your father owes too much. How much do you value him? Or better yet, how much do you value your own life? Do you want to die?”
    Tears filled her eyes as she stared at the bug she called a father.
    Look, Mom. Look what caring for him has done.
    “I don’t want to die.”
    “You’re coming with me back to my club. It’s for your own good.”
    Deanna started to