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CHAPTER 20

KORDELL

You can’t leave me, you stupid little puta. Your little boy toy is gonna regret the day he ever crossed me. You both had your warning. I thought giving you a fucking long leash would make you understand that while you could still do what you needed to do, you belonged to me. You are my woman. I told you that once you said yes to me, there was no going back.

“Damn time someone knocked you on your motherfuckin’ ass, you dick.” Her little redneck friend laughed and walked over to what I was guessing was his car.

He’d better fucking be glad my gun was somewhere across this garage because I felt like gunning down every one of these guys who had stood by, watching and laughing at me. That would teach her a lesson. I seriously considered if I could calm my throbbing head enough to strangle the one whose nose I had broken before. But decided it probably wasn’t best to go three versus one in my current state, especially since I didn’t have a fucking bike to ride now.

I got off the ground as all of her friends took off out of the meet. I grabbed my helmet that had fallen onto the ground and stormed through the parking garage until I found my gun. I heard police sirens approaching as I tucked it into my pants. Of course, someone had called the damn cops. I jogged over to the elevators, and when I got to the ground floor, I booked it the hell out of the area. Moments later, there were cops flooding the block in search of an armed biker.

I needed to get out of here—and fast. I pulled out my phone and called the road captain.

“Hey, what’s up, Vice Prez?” he asked.

“Are you still in the city?” I replied as I ducked into an alleyway.

“Yeah, I was just getting things ready to go back up to the clubhouse. Why? What’s up? You miss me?”

I could hear him chuckle, and I snapped back into the phone, “No, dumbass! I have a bunch of cops trying to find me right now. I need you to get over to Santa Monica ASAP. I’ll send you my location.”

“Oh shit. All right, I got ya! Be right there!”

I hung up and sent him my location pin and kept myself tucked in the shadows of a loading bay’s doorway. As I waited, my mind seethed with anger.

How could she leave me? After all I did for her?! I forgave her again and again for the shit she’d pulled this entire past year. And when she fucking got herself abducted? Yeah, I was the one who risked it all to save her sorry ass. We built something I’m not willing to lose, so I’ll get her back where she belongs and remind her that without me, she’s nothing. She thinks she can just go back to her ex and forget the last year ever happened? Let’s see how that works out for her when I bring up just how little he gave a fuck the first time.

“Fucking bitch!” I growled out as I kicked an empty can that had been sitting on the ground next to me.

Wilder had better hurry the fuck up.

Sirens were getting closer, so officers had to be patrolling the areas around the car meet.

But a few minutes later, I tugged on my helmet as I heard Wilder pull into the alleyway. I motioned for him to get off the bike. He swapped seats with me and then climbed on the back. We took off down the alleyway and onto the street, making quick work of getting to the freeway so we could get to the clubhouse fast.

“So, what happened to your bike?” Wilder asked over the wind.

“Don’t fucking worry about it. Just make sure my second bike is good to go as soon as we get back.”

“All right, can do.”

I pushed Wilder’s bike hard. It strained around the corners as we flew down the freeway at max speed. I needed to feel the adrenaline rush from the danger of riding at high speeds. Because it was better than just feeling the anger from earlier. It took all my focus to keep us alive on the road. Wilder knew something had to be up, but he made the wise decision for once and kept his mouth shut.

Once we got home, I got off his bike, leaving him to deal with it, and stormed into the clubhouse. I ignored Damien when she called out to me. I stomped down the hallway and slammed the door to my bedroom. I took off my helmet and threw it onto the bed, turning to go into the bathroom. I caught sight of my face in the mirror. I had a badly bruised lower chin, and I could see clear signs of two black eyes forming around the bridge of my nose, where his second blow had landed. I looked like shit.

“Fuck!” I growled out through clenched teeth and threw open the shower curtain.

I stripped down as the water heated.

And as much as I thought that taking a shower would cool my head off, I was wrong. If anything, it just made me more pissed about what had happened. The fact that I’d had a gun and I let some nobody come and kick my ass? Me, the vice president of the BLVD Riders?!

I would get my revenge.

As soon as I could get Rosalie to see how fucking stupid she had been and get her right back where she belonged, I was going to have my fun, showing him how an ex-enforcer could fight. He would regret the day he had gotten in my way.

I turned off the water and threw back open the curtain. I stopped moving and stood there, naked and dripping, as Damien spoke.

“Well, damn, you look like shit. What happened? Was it the Suns?” She walked over and grabbed the side of my jaw to tilt my head and see the injury under my chin.

“No, it wasn’t the Suns. It’s just personal, Prez. Nothing I won’t be able to fix after this fucking headache goes away.” I reached around her and grabbed a towel, dragging it around my body to wipe up the water.

Damien ran her hands down my chest, around each of my pecs, and down to my hips, where she wrapped them around my back. “Fuck, Kordell, you really need to stop getting mixed up in so much bullshit. Is this about your girlfriend again?” she said.

I sighed in annoyance, rubbing the towel through my hair and over my face. “Like I said, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

I was barely able to pay attention to her movements as thoughts of Rosalie pounded in my head. I glanced down at her.

Fuck. I really needed to blow off some steam, and if I couldn’t do it by beating the shit out of AJ, then I would get rid of this pent-up testosterone another way.

I grabbed Damien’s wrist and slammed her back against the bathroom wall. She went to try to say something in her surprise, but I stopped her by shoving my lips against hers. I was not in the mood to be loving or kind about her needs. I just needed a hole to fuck. A way to get off. And Damien would be the perfect one to help with that.

As soon as I made out with her, her body relaxed. She shoved her hips against mine and ground them against me, giving me the green light to use her. I wanted to fuck her hard, and she was so down to be used however I wanted, so I ripped her clothes off. I tossed her shirt and bra onto the ground before spinning her around and yanking her pants down her ass to her knees. And, fuck, what a good ass it was.

I ran my hands up her spine, seeing goosebumps left in their wake as she shivered. I turned her head to the side and leaned over her, rubbing my hand across her ass.

I gave her a spank as I whispered into her ear, “ Mi picara , always here for me when I need you. You never let me down, do you, mama? I’m gonna need you to take whatever I give you tonight.”

She said nothing, only moaned as I rubbed my thumb around her tight asshole before spitting down on it and using that as lube to shove it inside her. She pushed her body back toward me in response as her moans filled the room. Her pussy was ready for me to slide my hard cock deep inside and pound the shit out of her. Then, I would use this tight little asshole of hers until I filled it with my cum—something that Rosalie would never let me do to her.

I grabbed the base of my cock and slid it between Damien's slick folds. Reaching my hand up, I wrapped it around her throat, squeezing it hard. I was going to mark her. I was going to make her feel my frustration, and she would take it like my good little slut because she was. As much as I didn’t want Damien as my actual girlfriend, I knew she would always take what I gave her. She had been desperate for my attention since the day her sister had walked me through the doors.

“Please, Kordell, just fuck me already!” she cried out as I rubbed her clit with the tip of my cock.

“SHUT UP! I’m so tired of you fucking women trying to act like you control me. Like you call the shots.” I reached up and wrapped her hair in my fist and yanked her head back hard as I shoved my cock inside her pussy. The countermovement gave me a deeper and harder thrust, and I continued despite her whimpering in pain. “I’m the one in charge. You are just a dirty little whore, here to make me feel good for a few fucking minutes. So, shut up, President, before I walk you out and show the entire clubhouse who really runs this shit. And trust me, I won’t stop anyone else who wants a taste of the president’s pussy.”

I pounded into her and slipped both my hands around her throat, closing her airway as she moaned. I knew she thought my threats were just baseless, but today, if she didn’t just shut up and moan while I used her, I would make good on them. And I wasn’t in the mood to think about any more consequences to my actions.

I yanked her off the wall, my cock still buried deep inside her, and bent her over the bathroom sink. I pounded into her relentlessly until her ass cheeks were a bright red. I was finally at my limit, just needing to get that last push over the edge for my release. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and then pressed in against her asshole. The slick mess she had already made of my cock made thrusting my way inside her all too easy. And so, I started to pound her ass. Feeling her squeezing the fucking life out of me until I emptied myself deep inside her. I groaned as I slipped my cock out, watching as my cum leaked out after me. I gave her ass cheek a spank as she gripped the edge of the counter, her breathing ragged from being choked to the edge multiple times.

“Now, get the fuck outta my room, Prez. I need to get some sleep before I have to go back to the city tomorrow and take care of business.”

I left her in the bathroom and rolled onto my bed. It was hot today. I wouldn’t be sleeping under the covers since the clubhouse didn’t have AC to keep it cool. Damien left without saying a word a few minutes later. I should feel bad for what I had done to her, for using her when I wanted to, when the feelings were only one-sided. But I didn’t.