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DC
The Iron Dogz MC owned a 20 acre plot of land on the R562. At the front of the property, closest to the road was the head office from which they ran their various companies. The club compound was further back on the property and was a fortress when they wanted it to be. The only access was through heavily guarded gates.
Luckily it was Friday, like most other MC’s they partied on Friday nights, and the gates were opened for bitches who wanted a walk on the wild side.
And that was how I was going to get inside. The guys would have to pretend to be hang-arounds. Shit could get nasty if they were recognised so their kuttes were in a locked box behind the back seat. They weren’t allowed to wear their kuttes in a cage anyway.
I parked with the rest of the cages and as close to the front door as I could and turned to look at the two very pissed off men.
“You let me do the talking, and keep your heads down. Hopefully I can get her out without causing any more shit with the Dogz. I hope like hell no one recognises us.”
“We should have waited for Derrick, DC. He wanted to go in with us.” Rico growled.
“I don’t give a damn, Rico. When I called him about this shit he was too busy getting laid to talk to me, now when I’m almost inside he’s all over it and he wants me to wait. There’s no time, we need to get her out of here. We all know the poor bastard has boned her already. Plus we know how rough it gets in a clubhouse on party nights. If Doc finds out about this he’s going to lose his freaking mind, and go to war with the Dogz.” I sighed and shook my head. “Actually it’s not if he finds out, it’s when he finds out.”
They both groaned and nodded, but said no more because they knew me, knew I could handle myself and would handle whatever we found. Getting out we walked past the line of bikes pulled up at the front of the clubhouse.
Quite a few of the Dogz were already in the clubhouse, and they were starting the party early. I didn’t know their president’s bike but there was a very obvious gap at the head of the line of parked bikes so I kept my fingers crossed that he wasn’t around. I wanted to be in and out before he got involved.
Hell, when the Dogz found out Deena was Doc’s underage little girl there was going to be a shit storm. A huge freaking shit storm.
Two large bastards where slouched in chairs on the wide veranda and watched us as we walked up.
“You lost?” The bald and heavily tattooed one barked while his disinterested eyes slid over me. Covering up and dressing down had worked.
“I’m here to pick up my sister. Young, tall, blonde, classy, looks like a model. She inside?” I kept it casual and non-threatening.
The both laughed before the dark haired one answered. “Yes, babe. She’s inside. Dollar’s not going to be pleased if you pull her out of here now. He’s getting some classy-girl head right about now.”
I tensed when I heard Rico swear low and ugly. I threw him a look and walked up the steps and into the gloomy interior while the assholes behind us laughed uproariously. Anger at Deena’s stupidity rolled through me. She knew enough about the life to know this was a fucking disaster waiting for one little spark to turn it into a war. And that it was a death sentence for the poor bastard whose life she had ruined with her stupidity.
I stepped into the smoky semi-dark interior. The very familiar smells of cigarette smoke, weed and alcohol assailed my nose. There was a certain part of those smells I really didn’t want to think about. Not with my little sister somewhere in there. Narrowing my eyes I scanned the room, and there she was. My sixteen year old little sister on her knees with her head in some fucker’s crotch while several others watched her avidly.
Rage unlike anything I had ever felt took me under.
I didn’t think I just reacted.
Stalking over I grabbed her long blonde hair and jerked her head off the bastards’ dick. I snatched her back hard enough that she fell on her barely covered ass with my hand twisted in her long hair. She screamed in pain but I held on to her and lifted her ass off the floor, glaring down at her heavily made up face and red, wet mouth. The crotch sprang up out of the couch, his dick sticking up out of his unzipped pants all glistening and angry looking. He reached for Deena but backed off when I snarled at him as if I was some kind of wild animal. His buddies backed off as well but quickly formed a ring around us.
“DC!” I heard Rico voice but ignored it until he stepped up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.
“I got this, Rico.” I hissed and looked at the girl I had given up so much for.
She was wearing teeny tiny glittering silver hooker shorts with a barely there white tank top and no bra. My little sister was dressed and acting like a club slut. On her freaking knees servicing some fucking biker bastard.
“Please, DC. Please, please, please don’t hurt me.” She pleaded.
“You like where you are now, bitch?” I snarled at her in the sudden quiet that had fallen in the Iron Dogz clubhouse.
Someone had turned off the music. I was so far out of line I was on another damned continent. It was going to cause shit but I just didn’t give a damn. My beautiful baby sister, that I had raised to know better, was looking and acting like a club slut. A fucking club whore, like her fucking mother. I was done with the little bitch’s shit. It was time she learnt there were consequences to her actions.
“Please, DC. Please.” She whimpered.
“I asked you a question.” I snapped and jerked her hair. “Do you like where you are now? Is sucking biker cock what you want from life, bitch?”
“Please, DC.” She tried again.
“Not going to ask again, bitch. Answer my questions.”
“Please, I don’t know what you mean.” She whispered.
There was a rustling in the big room but I ignored it. I was too deep into my rage to give it a second thought. From the corner of my eye I saw Derrick stepping up to us but I ignored him, he should have talked to me when I called.
“Do you want to be on your knees sucking biker cock, taking it in every goddamned hole they want to give it to you? You want to be a club whore like your mother? That is the question, bitch. Answer. Now.”
She collapsed in on herself, going back down on her knees and I held on to her hair, stretching her neck out and back, making her meet my eyes.
“No, DC! No! I like Dollar, only him. Not anyone else. Please, DC!”
The rustling became a bellow.
“What the fuck is going on here! Who the hell is this bitch and why the fuck is she causing shit in my house?”
I looked up and met a pair of very angry amber-yellow eyes.
Well hell.
This must be the president of the Iron Dogz himself.
A shiver ran down my spine as I stared up into his angry eyes. A shiver that settled low in my belly, warming parts that shouldn’t have warmed. He was damned tall with a wide chest, narrow hips and long legs. I could see that he had tattoos on both arms but it was too gloomy to see whether they were any good. His dark blonde hair was short at the sides with the top and back left long and braided. Like a damned Viking. His beard was a darker blonde than his hair, it wasn’t overly long, and was trimmed around his mouth and along the line of his jaw and left longer at his chin, his neck was shaved clean. He was imposing and impossibly sexy and gorgeous. Catnip for pussies.
Before I could say a word, the crotch, apparently named Dollar, stepped up. Thank the Pope he had his cock back in his pants and zipped up. Not something I wanted to look at ever again.
“Don’t know who she is, Prez, but that’s my girl she’s got on her knees there. My girl’s not club pussy, she’s a nice girl.”
I didn’t give his boss a chance to say a word. I just let the crotch have it.
“And girl is the operative word here, you cradle robbing asshole. She’s freaking sixteen years old!” I shouted at him as I pulled Deena off the floor and shoved her at a very angry Derrick.
Shock flitted over his pretty boy face. “What? I didn’t know. I met her at a club on Wednesday night. She told me she was nineteen, almost twenty.” He looked at Deena. “Fuck, baby. What are you trying to do to me?”
Behind me Deena sobbed. “I just wanted to be with you, Dollar. I knew you wouldn’t give me a chance if you knew how old I really was.”
“Bloody hell. Always wanting what you can’t have and taking it, no matter who you run over in the process. This is so damned typical of you, Deena. Did you even think what would happen to him when dad gets home?” I snarled not letting her answer as I rubbed my hands over my tired eyes and face. “I’m taking her home. You want to see her again, Dollar, you stay away until she’s at least eighteen. You have a year and seven months to make your case to her daddy. As far as I’m concerned I’m washing my hands of this little bitch. I’m freaking done with you and your shit, Deena. Done. So completely and utterly done. Whatever happens to you from this point onwards is up to dad.”
That deep, husky rumble of a voice stopped me in my tracks as I started turning away.
“Rick, who the fuck is this bitch and what is she doing causing shit in my club?”
I so wanted to kick his male ass, and opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind but “Rick” got there first.
“She’s DC Michaels and the kid is Deena Michaels, Doc’s girls and my sisters. DC came to drag Deena home before Doc gets back from his run. She’s actually trying to save Dollar’s ass.” Derrick said quietly and groans erupted around us along with some very proficient swearing by the president of the Iron Dogz.
“My fucking office. Right now.” He snapped as he stalked out of the room followed by the two men with him.
“Dollar, get your fucking ass in here!” He shouted over his shoulder as he headed out.
Derrick shook his head as Skinny and Rico started to follow us and I nodded when they looked at me for confirmation. I handed my keys to Skinny.
“Wait for me outside.” I said softly before I followed the men.
Derrick held Deena’s hand and led us down a darkened corridor. I listened to her crying but for once it did nothing, nothing at all. No feelings of sympathy or compassion, just nothing. Something inside me had finally snapped where Deena was concerned and I was empty, so damned empty. I was tired of dealing with her drama, with the shit she pulled on a regular basis. This time she was going to have to take responsibility for her actions. I was done taking Doc’s anger to save his little princess.
The president of the Iron Dogz’ office wasn’t anything like Doc’s. My dad’s was a total shithole, this was not. It was neat with great furniture. A massive desk sat at one end with a throne like leather chair behind it and two smaller chairs in front. A large leather couch was pushed against one wall and the painting above it came as a total surprise. It was of a group of bikes parked on a sun drenched street with bikers lounging on the bikes and sidewalk.
It was one of my early works, done before I got pulled so deep into club business that it darkened my work. Now everything I did was dark, very, very dark. Like this life.
“Oh my God, DC, that’s one of ....” Deena started to gush but I glared at her and she immediately shut up. I did not want to talk to her right now.
No one would know that the painting was one of mine because I had only signed the initials DJM in the lower left hand corner. The D was for my club name, Demon Child, the J for my real name, Jasmine, which I hated, the M for Michaels. The club and my friends called me DC, the shortened version of Demon Child.
It was my dad who started calling me his Demon Child, his little hellion of a baby girl. I think it was Tiny who turned it into DC, which stuck. I look nothing like my dad or siblings. They are all tall, blonde, blue eyed and beautiful. I’m short, dark, and when compared to them, rather plain. Dark hair, dark eyes, and golden caramel skin that gave away my bi-racial parentage. My dad’s Demon Child or DC.
But I had another name in our club, a dark and hidden persona. I was the Crow, who did dark deeds when required, lived in the dark and thrived there.
The big man behind the desk leant forward and indicated the chairs. Derrick pushed me down in one, settled Deena on the couch then sat down next to me.
“How the fuck do I keep Doc from coming for my brother, Rick? He didn’t know she was fucking underage. What are our options?”
Derrick looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrugged angrily. He wanted to handle it so let him freaking handle it.
“He’s not going to know about this if you shut it down on this side. I don’t have his ear but DC does. She’ll handle it.”
The big ass and his men sniggered derisively.
“She’s a bitch, Rick. Never heard of her until today. Being Doc’s daughter doesn’t give her any power.” Cole “Hawk” Walker threw at Derrick while slanting a derisive glance my way.
Derrick looked at me, a question in his eyes and I knew what he was asking. Was he freaking kidding? He had only been told because Doc needed him on a job. Now he wanted to bring the freaking Dogz in on it. He stared at me and nodded but I shook my head. No, hell no. This was club business and not my place to share.
“It’s the only way, DC. We have to explain and they won’t talk, I give you my word.”
Really? Shit. Shit. Shit. I had no other options. I shuddered internally and lifted my chin, giving him permission. This was becoming a bigger damned disaster than what I had expected. Doc was going to kill me. He was definitely going to kill me.
“What I’m about to tell you stays in this office. I need your word on that.”
Derrick stared at Hawk until he nodded. “You have it.”
My brother looked back at me and I huffed out a breath angrily, crossed my arms over my chest and shrugged, I was so totally going to get my ass kicked.
Derrick looked at Deena and Dollar then back at Hawk. “This is not for their ears. Send them out while we talk”
Hawk nodded at Dollar and we waited until they were out of the office. And then Derrick revealed shit that was going to dump me into deep shit with the club. They were going to skin me alive for revealing our secrets.
“She’s not just any bitch, Hawk. She has power, fuckloads of power. She’s Doc’s Crow.”
Shocked silence reigned for a minute.
“Bullshit!” The man on his right burst out and I glanced at him, Kid, their Sergeant-at-Arms. A dangerous man with whom I had done a job a few months ago. Doc had me do a favour for the Dogz and Kid had been the point man. At least he hadn’t seen me working, just saw the results.
“The Crow is a man. I’ve seen him, worked on some heavy shit with him five months ago.”
“You ever get anywhere near him when all of that went down? There were three Warriors between you and Crow at all times. He is completely covered, never a hint of skin. Small man, speaks in a low hiss with eyes that shine like black glass from behind his mask. Any of that at all familiar to you?” Rick asked.
Hawk’s sudden chuckle in the heavy silence was a shock and my eyes locked with his.
“Interesting.” He said softly his amber-yellow eyes never leaving mine.
I saw the there-and-gone flash of anger in those eyes.
“You came into my house, little bird, and you caused one hell of a scene, now we need to make it go away. You disrespected my club, my territory and I can’t have that. And I can’t have Doc at my throat either. Those fuckers out there gossip worse than the bitches. You know you have to pay, I can’t let you walk away from this.” He gave a knowing little smirk.
I so badly wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. And what was this shit calling me little bird? I know I should have handled the situation differently but seeing Deena on her knees sucking biker cock just made me see red. I cocked it up and now I will have to pay the price.
Derrick was about to say something but I tapped his arm and shook my head. This was going to suck big time, I didn’t want to dip into my savings to pay off these assholes.
I had plans for that money. Big plans.
“How much?”
The smirking bastard watched me intently as I waited for his answer.
And what he wanted made me want to rearrange his handsome smirking face.
