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

edge off, baby?” He grinned wide when she glowered at him.
    “Like alcohol is really going to make this situation any better for me.”
    He shrugged, tossed the shot back, and loved that the burn was fucking wicked. He slammed the shot glass down, and Chucks refilled it. Demon tapped on the counter and Chucks filled a new glass with bourbon. Demon turned and walked over to Deanna. He held out the glass, and she eyed it for a second before taking it. He lifted a brow, tossed the second shot back, and watched her over the rim. She looked down at the alcohol, and then up at him. Before he knew what she planned on doing she tossed the liquor in his face and threw the glass across the room. The sound of the glass shattering, and then of Joker cursing, had Demon turning and staring at the MC member.
    “What the fuck?” Joker cursed out. “She fucking missed me by like an inch.” He turned and looked at where the glass had obviously slammed into the wall since there were pieces of glass and liquid sliding down the brick.
    “Fuck all of your crazy, kidnapping biker asses,” Deanna pushed Demon out of the way, catching him off guard, and running toward the exit. For a second all any of the guys did was stare at her as she hauled ass toward the front door, but then Demon growled and went after her. He had her in his arms and thrown over his shoulder seconds later.
    “Let me go, you fucking barbarian.” She slammed her hands on his back, cursed out over and over again, and before Demon lost it he brought his palm down right on her full, plump ass. She stilled for a second, just long enough for him to take her to the back room, slam the door shut behind him, and toss her stubborn, trouble-making ass on the bed. She bounced on the mattress twice, stared at him with wide frightened eyes, and Demon had to make himself calm down and not lose his shit because of how she was acting. Yeah, she was here against her will, but she’d have to come to terms with that sooner rather than later.
    “How can you not think any of this is wrong?” she all but shouted out.
    Demon stared at her, feeling like a beast trapped in a human body, and smirked. “Because I’m a heartless motherfucker, Deanna, and the sooner you realize that the better off you’ll be.” And then he turned and left her alone, locked the door behind him, and went to get good and trashed.

    He had spanked her, actually spanked her ass like she was this petulant child instead of being held here against her will. Deanna got off the bed and moved over to the door, knowing it was locked before she even reached it. She had heard it click when he had shut the door, and her anger and fear had mounted. This man could, and would not see reason. He was narrow-minded, set in whatever fucked-up ways he had adapted for himself, and she was stuck right in the middle of it all.
    Deanna curled her hands at her sides, and using all of her strength she booted the bottom of the door. But all that accomplished was having her foot hurt and her anger rise. She turned and faced the room. A small bed sat in the center, a few posters of Harleys and engines lined the wall, and of course there were a few nude chicks hanging on the bikes, as if they couldn’t help but rub their tits all over the metal.
    She huffed out, felt her anger start to fade as the hardcore realization of this situation slammed into her. She had been stupid enough to think that these men could be talked to, seen that what they were doing, and whatever they wanted to do to her was wrong on every level. They were in this roughened biker gang, not caring that illegal activity and kidnapping someone were immoral. In fact, she was pretty sure they reveled in it all. She moved over to the bed, sat on the edge, and breathed out. The tears came before she even felt them on her cheeks. They burned, scorched, and pissed her off even more. Why should she cry over these assholes? Why should she cry over the fact her own father had sold