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Chapter Ten

Attitude to Show Gratitude

“ W e’ll give you a minute to clean up,” Cyrus said. “Get back to the clubhouse so we can figure out what happens next.”

Cyrus’s tone, ominous. Everyone except Darrow and Mara exited the garage.

Mara remained in the same position, holding the edges of the chair tight. The sting of the tattoo rippling through her body. Sensitive skin burning red hot. She’d fought back tears too many times to count during the brief tattooing experience. When she felt Darrow’s hands touch her hips, she swung her right hand back, slapping at him.

“Get the fuck away from me,” she panted.

“You’re mad at me, babe?” Darrow asked. “You’re the one who showed up to my place. You’re the one who blurted out some bullshit story about being pregnant. You might as well have just dug my fucking grave next to yours.”

Mara turned and swung at Darrow. She didn’t believe in wimpy, girlie moves like slapping someone across the face. Fuck that. If Mara was going to hit someone, it was going to be a proper punch. Closed fist. Flexed knuckles.

Only problem here was that Mara’s jeans were down to her knees. Meaning as she threw her punch, she attempted to take a step, only to stumble and fall right toward Darrow. Her punch landed awkwardly at the right side of his chest. Darrow had no other choice but to grab Mara and keep her from falling flat on her face. On the cold, dirty concrete, that would have hurt worse than the tattoo.

As he caught her and pulled her close to him, Darrow slid his right hand into her hair, tightening his grip, pulling.

“You fucking love it, you liar,” he growled. “You lie too fucking easily, you know that?”

“What are you going to do about it, Darrow? Lying is all I’ve known to survive.”

“Yeah? Did you lie to me with your fake tears and your slippery cunt?”

“What’s the difference? You were balls deep inside me and it did the job. I bet I still have your cum inside me.”

Darrow gritted his teeth. He couldn’t believe how fucking filthy this woman was.

“That fucking mouth of yours…”

Darrow growled out loud and kicked his left foot at Mara’s legs, taking her down to her knees. Without hesitation and without taking his right hand from her hair… Darrow used his left hand to open his jeans and push them down.

“Look what you did to me, babe,” he called out as his thick cock jumped free of his jeans. “Touching your ass. Looking at that forbidden… fuck… and the smell of your cunt. Turned on because I was touching you.”

Mara’s jaw shivered as the sight of Darrow’s massive cock standing so thick and tall. She took inventory for a split second. Her jeans down to her knees. She herself on her knees. The inside of her right ass cheek throbbing and stinging from getting Fitz’s initials blacked out with fresh ink. Darrow’s strong hand pulling at her hair, pulling her mouth toward him. Using his left hand, Darrow gripped his cock and slapped it against the left side of Mara’s face.

“Now,” he ordered her.

Mara groaned and opened wide, moving over his full tip. Darrow was not kind or gentle. He thrust as though Mara’s mouth was her cunt. Sliding in fast and going very deep.

Pain shot through Mara’s jaw and the back of her throat clenched. Her gag reflex went from zero to three hundred and she tried to pull her head back but Darrow’s hold on her hair refused it. She was reduced to moaning.

“That’s right, babe,” Darrow said. “Fuck. That’s right.”

Darrow pulled his cock from her mouth and listened to the wet sound of his exit echo around the old garage. He pulled Mara’s head, making her head snap back.

“Bend over that fucking chair again,” Darrow ordered. “I’m going to tattoo you with my cock this time.”

Mara groaned. “But we said… no more…”

Darrow grabbed for Mara’s jaw. He leaned down toward her. His mouth collided with hers for a second, offering a sloppy kiss.

“Bend over that fucking chair right now, babe,” Darrow said as he pulled his mouth from Mara’s.

Mara turned and reached for the chair. Darrow, being impatient, grabbed her by the hips and lifted her into place. A second later, his cock pressed against her slit, threatening to rip her open once more.

She was so ready for him though. Hot. Wet. Pulsing with need. She looked back at Darrow.

“Don’t blame me, Mara,” he said. “You’re the one who said you were pregnant.”

“What…”

Darrow grinned with such an evil look that chills moved through Mara’s body.

“I’m going to have to get you pregnant now to make our lie a reality.”

Mara’s body continued to shake. All she wanted was a drink to calm her nerves. Her pussy throbbed and slightly ached. She could feel Darrow’s cum dripping from her, staining her panties, sticky against her inner thighs as she walked into the clubhouse. Darrow’s words echoed in her head.

Get me pregnant… for real…?

That seemed insane. Absolutely insane. So was the outlaw world. The world of bikers, who lived to break the standards of society and take laws and laugh at them. These guys bragged about their arrest records the way businessmen in suits and ties would brag about their yearly bonuses.

Mara went right back to the bar and pointed at Maggie. She watched Maggie fill up a glass with soda and that pissed her off. Darrow sensed Mara’s annoyance, but there wasn’t a thing to be done right now. Mara started this. She needed to ride it out.

“Well, I guess we can raise our glasses to these two,” Slade said. “As fucked up and messy as it is.”

“Hold off that for a second,” Cyrus said. “Wait until Skylar gets back.”

“Those tits could feed every baby in the world with plenty left over,” Warren said.

He then licked his lips and smiled.

“That was fucked up to hear,” Monte said. “Really fucked up to hear.”

“ Prez , what do we need Skylar for?” Darrow asked.

Cyrus closed in on Darrow and Mara. “Don’t take offense to what I’m about to say. I told Skylar go for a quick ride, and I don’t mean on someone’s cock. She went to get a pregnancy test.”

Mara felt her stomach drop.

Darrow’s heart jumped. “What?”

“Just to keep everything on the table,” Cyrus said. “There’s too much bullshit right now, brother. Is that a problem?”

That’s a big fucking problem , Darrow thought.

“Are you going to watch me piss on it too?” Mara asked.

She took a different approach. A bitchy, defense approach.

“Do you want me to watch you piss?” Cyrus asked, curling his lip.

“ Prez ,” Darrow said. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that.”

Now Cyrus and Darrow stared each other down.

“I can’t wait to see the positive pregnancy test,” Cyrus said. “We’re going to put it above the bar. A little baby outlaw for the clubhouse. Fucking great, isn’t it?”

Cyrus smirked and walked away. Darrow felt Mara grab as his shirt.

“What the fuck?” Mara growled in a bit of a whisper.

“Relax,” Darrow growled back.

He really hated this feeling right now. Being in the clubhouse that was home to him and feeling like an outsider. Feeling like a rat himself. Every member of the MC had skeletons in their closets. Everyone had broken the rules. Stretched the laws. Everyone had done stupid shit or bad shit that could make a vote for Dr. Smile an easy one.

Darrow just felt like he was on display.

“You need to find a way to be useful,” he said to Mara.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Mara asked. “ Useful …?

“You ready to piss on a stick?” Darrow asked through gritted teeth.

Mara’s mind worked fast.

She smirked. “I’m sure that whore with the giant tits will get the cheapest pregnancy test. They are notorious for being inaccurate, Darrow.”

Darrow’s jaw tightened. He still couldn’t stand how much Mara’s ability to lie turned him on so much.

“Did you know if you shake the pregnancy test box too much it deactivates the tip?” Mara asked. “Throws the results off.”

She shrugged her shoulders. Darrow wasn’t sure if that was true or not. But Mara sold it well.

“Or,” Mara said. “You know what? I’m scared to death and my ass is throbbing in pain. I don’t have a drop of piss to offer. So all of you can go fuck yourself. Should I go on?”

Darrow lifted his gaze and whistled for Maggie. Just to be a prick, Darrow ordered up a shot of whiskey and downed it in front of Mara.

“Hey, get her some water,” Linc called out to Maggie as he pointed at Mara. “She’s got to chug a shit ton of water.”

Darrow turned his head. “What’s your issue, VP ? Got a fetish for watching women piss? Huh? Don’t you have an old lady for that?”

“Motherfucker,” Linc growled.

He punched a beer bottle right off the bar and raced toward Darrow. Cyrus snapped his fingers and pointed at Slade.

“Christ,” Slade whispered to himself.

These were the bullshit situations that Priest took care of. Slade planted his feet and grabbed Linc by his leather cut.

“I’m going to kill him,” Linc growled.

“No, you’re not, Linc,” Slade replied. “You’re going to get control of yourself. This has to play out. Time and place for everything. You two want to go at it? We’ll make it happen at some point. Just not right now.”

Darrow respected Linc’s anger. He sensed something was way off here. And at the end of the day, ink or not, fake pregnancy or not, Mara was Fitz’s old lady. His wife. The one with a rat.

“Get her some water,” Linc said with a head nod. “Lots of fucking water. Fill that bladder right up.”

Darrow’s jaw flexed. The clubhouse door swung open and Virus stepped in.

“Cyrus,” Virus’s voice boomed. “Cameras…”

All eyes went to the security cameras that watched over the lot and the gates.

“Fuck,” Cyrus said. “I need bodies outside. Now.”

Darrow touched Mara’s back and leaned down. “Don’t fucking move.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do at a bar I’ve sat at for years, Darrow,” Mara said. “I’m not your old lady. I’m not your toy.”

“The fuck you aren’t, babe,” Darrow growled. “I’ve wanted you for years, Mara. But in this setting, in this fucking clubhouse, you think you’re protected now? You’re not. You’re not wearing any ink, babe.”

“But I’m carrying your baby…”

Darrow gritted his teeth again. Harder than ever. For a long time he wanted Mara. Oh, he fucking wanted her. He saw her sad eyes and fantasized about her being in trouble… and she was in trouble. She was in a lot of trouble. But damn did she have attitude.

Damn did that attitude turn Darrow on.

Darrow walked away from Mara because he wanted to scream at her, ram his cock down her throat like he did earlier, and then fuck her harder than ever…

As soon as Darrow went outside, he froze in place, his outlaw mind shifting gears faster than if he was running from the police out on Death Hart Curve . He took a deep breath. He reminded himself where his gun was and where his knife was. You never knew in this life when you’d need them.

Especially when the Russian mafia showed up unexpectedly.