Ally needed to learn to keep her mouth shut because she’d given him a wicked idea. Pressing his foot to the gas, he rode all the way back to his clubhouse, which was in the middle of nowhere. Not a single house in sight, which was exactly how he liked it.
He hated most people and learned at an early age that the world was made up of liars and cheats. He’d simply become the master, and their fates were now in his hands. There were no squeaky-clean people within his world. They were all after something from him, and like always, he had a price.
Not once did he stop on his journey back home.
Bobby’s death didn’t bother him. Tying up loose ends was all part of the deal, and Bobby had fucked up big time. He had no doubt that the only reason the cop went out to find this girl was because he was hiding something himself.
People lied.
The words were a constant mantra in his head.
They lied and cheated.
The gates to the clubhouse were already open. Several club whores were huddled together in a corner. They hadn’t even bothered to grab a jacket to ward off the cold. Mini skirts and revealing tops in case one of the brothers looked their way.
He cut the engine. “Get off,” he said.
Ally let him go and he wasn’t surprised when she ended up a heap on the ground, to which the women in the corner laughed.
“Get lost before I kick your asses out,” he said, yelling so they knew he wasn’t kidding around. Again, he didn’t know why their laughter bothered him. Ally stood up, red-faced, and stared at the ground.
“I’ve never been on a bike before. It was a new experience.”
He should have warned her. She’d heard the cop get killed, not to mention the fact she’d been taken against her will, and well, to normal people, it made for a really hard day.
Lord stared at her for several moments. Her blonde hair was long. He hadn’t gotten too close back at Bobby’s house, but the locks easily fell to her ass, but it wasn’t dull or lank. There were waves, and it looked silky to touch. The jeans and shirt she wore covered up her curves. They weren’t exactly flattering clothes, but what he’d felt up close, well, that had gotten him really interested.
This shouldn’t be happening to him. He didn’t want a woman in his life, or in any part of his world. It pissed him off to even be thinking about keeping her.
A virgin.
He wet his lips. Those were the words she whispered to him. No man had ever touched her. Lord tapped his fingers against his thigh as his men began to arrive. Reaper would have been the one to stay behind to see the end of the job done.
None of the men stopped to greet him as he stared at Ally, who continued to watch everything.
He saw her taking it all in like a damn sponge. She was so young and innocent. He didn’t know how Richard had managed to keep a daughter oblivious to the demons of this world. Lord ran a hand down his face, trying to clear the fog from his mind.
There was no denying what he wanted. Even now, his dick made it perfectly clear what he’d be happy to do.
Hating how weak he fucking felt at responding to a woman, he grabbed her arm none too gently and marched her through the clubhouse, going straight to his office. A couple of women tried to gain his attention, but one look at his face and they were all scampering away. No one wanted to be in the firing line, and he was ready to cause pain and destruction. He kicked his door closed and released Ally with a shove. She fell against his sofa, and he went straight to his liquor cabinet. A whiskey was what he needed.
After pouring himself a large shot, he downed it in one go. His body was becoming old and jaded. It didn’t even burn as it slid down anymore. The first time he’d tasted whiskey was when he was fourteen, not long after another beating from his stepfather. He never hit back, at least not that time. No, it had been a couple of weeks later that he’d finally punched the fucker back, and that feeling had given him a giant rush.
He pushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on the sexy-as-fuck blonde in front of him. She sat, her legs closed, hands resting on her thighs. She looked sweet and kind. He didn’t want to think about kindness, not right now when he wanted to fuck her.
“Do you want to be mine?” he asked.
She frowned at him. “You said he didn’t sell me to you.”
“Didn’t answer my question.”
“You didn’t answer mine.”
He threw the glass down and charged at her. She shrank back as he put his hands at either side of her head, trapping her against the sofa. There was nowhere for her to escape, and that was exactly what he wanted. Even though she’d been camped out in Bobby’s trunk all night, she smelled good.
A virgin.
Lord couldn’t recall ever meeting such a woman in all of his life. The first time he had sex was with a woman in her thirties who was more than willing to teach a sixteen-year-old how to please a woman. He’d learned fast how to get what he wanted from the opposite sex.
With Ally in his life now, he wondered if he could have a little toy all to himself. Would she be willing to give herself to him to keep her life?
She swallowed hard. “You’re scaring me.”
“Good. I told you I intended to kill you. And look, you’re still breathing.”
“You think I should be grateful to you for that?”
He loved the fact she had a spine. No woman had spoken to him like this in a really long time. Stroking a finger down her cheek, he expected her to cower away, but little Ally was full of surprises as she didn’t respond. She glared at him.
Lord chuckled.
This was the most entertainment he’d experienced in ages. He sat back on the coffee table as he studied her. “I’ve got a proposition for you.”
“What?”
He stared at her for a moment, wondering if he was making the biggest mistake of his life. He wanted to fuck her, sure. Play and toy with her. Push her boundaries and limits, but she was still a woman, and that made him stop. Women were a pain in the ass. They always had an agenda, and he knew women were master manipulators.
Still, his dick wanted attention. The women who passed themselves around the club were no longer welcome to him. He had no desire to even go near them.
“How much do you value your life?” he asked.
“Is this a trick question?”
He got up and poured himself another generous shot of whiskey, and he decided to give her one as well. Picking up the small glass, he moved back toward her.
She grimaced. “I don’t drink.”
“Bobby picked you up outside of a bar. Don’t fucking lie to me. A virgin you may be, but you drink.”
She stared at the glass then took it. “I work there, but that doesn’t mean I drink hard liquor.” She leaned forward and placed the full glass on the table. Her hands went back to her thighs.
He noted her shaking and continued to stand, watching her every move.
“What do you want from me?”
“I wanted you dead.”
“Why? You don’t know me.” She sighed. “I get it. You hated my dead-beat dad and he owed you money and all that, but I’m not him. Do you expect to pay for your father’s sins?”
“I did.” He pointed at his eye and her face paled. She didn’t need to know that he got the scars from his stepfather. If his own father hadn’t fucked off when his mother was pregnant, maybe things would have gone differently. Maybe not.