OWNED PART II: BLAZING DEVILS MC (3 page)

This was such a
bad idea. How could I have ever thought this was a good idea? His boys probably
hadn’t even called Danger. They probably were just thinking about what a hoe I
was and minding their own business.
 

I was considering
my options, wondering if I should kick him in the balls or start screaming at
the top of my lungs when I was being pulled away from him. I only saw Danger’s
eyes for a second, but I could tell they were filled with fury and rage.

The kid I was
dancing with was being thrown across the bar within seconds and the club grew
quiet. Danger followed his motionless body and grabbed him by the collar of his
shirt, dragging him up from the floor. I chased him over to the bar, terrified
of what he might do.

“Danger!” I
screamed. “Stop!” Not because I cared about the kid but because there were a
couple dozen witnesses all over the club.

Danger’s eyes
burned into the kid who was now filled with fear.

“Nothing was going
on, bro… I didn’t –“

“Shut the fuck
up,” Danger said, pushing the kid’s body further into the bar. A couple of
glasses fell down and shattered to the ground. He glanced around the bar
slowly. “You’re lucky that this place is filled with people right now. If I
ever see you near her again I swear to god it’ll be the last thing you ever do.
Get the fuck out of my sight.” He released the kid and he took off out the side
door as fast as his legs could take him. Danger turned toward me, looking me up
and down. His angry eyes met me. “Go wait by my bike. Now.”

And I knew better
than to not obey.

The ride back to
our apartment was silent. Danger sped through the streets, zooming in and out
of cars. He knew I hated when he drove his bike so recklessly so I knew he was
trying to piss me off on purpose. I only glanced at him a few times but both
times he has a stone cold face, no emotion showing.

I jumped out off
as soon as we got home, running upstairs to my room and slamming the door shut
behind me. I knew this had been my doing, that I had wanted this, but somehow
it had gone differently in my head. Now I was left alone with a pissed off
Danger and I didn’t want to deal with it. I was mad at myself but I was mad at
him, too. Coming in there and acting like a complete crazy person over a dance.
If I had ever done something like that to him, he would have thought I was a
crazy ass bitch.

He swung the door
to my room open without knocking and stood in the doorway not saying anything.
He studied me up and down slowly, not saying a word, the same anger burning
through his eyes.

“What the hell
were you thinking?”

“I don’t know,” I
admitted. “I was just having fun. You didn’t have to come in and cause a
scene!”

Danger pushed the
handle of the door into the wall and it pushed through causing a huge hole to
form in the wall. Typical.

“Fun? His hand was
up your dress! That’s what you call fun? What are you trying to do? Be a slut
like all your basic ass bitch friends?”

“No one's a slut
around her beside you!” I yelled back.

Danger laughed
then ripped the knob off of my door in one swift motion, throwing it on the
floor. “There’s no excuse for how you acted back there. You could have got
someone hurt, Kat. You knew what would happen if you started acting that way in
public.”

“I don’t care! I
won’t stop! I’ll keep doing whatever I want with any guy I want until I lose my
virginity! I’ll just be more sneaky about it!” I was yelling and acting like a
crazy bitch but I could have cared less.

Danger’s eyes grew
wide with anger. “Fine. I’ll just have to assign a detail to you then to make
sure you stay out of trouble.”

I gasped. “LET ME
LIVE! JUST LET ME LIVE, YOU ASSHOLE! JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK I’M TOO HIT FOR YOU
TO FUCK DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN STOP ME FROM HAVING SEX WITH OTHER GUYS!”

Danger’s eyes grew
soft and he sighed loudly. He took a few steps closer to me, kneeling down and
resting his hands on my knees. “Kat, it’s nothing about how you look. Trust me.
That’s not the problem. It’s just wrong.”

“I don’t think
it’s wrong. I think it’s right.”

“When I saw you
dancing with that guy…”

“What?” I pushed
him.

Danger just shook
his head. “I wanted to kill him.”

I gathered up all
the courage I had left and leaned forward, gently brushing my lips against his.

Danger sighed.
“Kat. We can’t…”

I grabbed his head
in my hands and yanked him closer to me, kissing him harder. This kiss was
longer and deeper, his tongue brushed against my lips, begging for entry and I
granted him access. He pushed me back on the bed and I wrapped my arms around
his neck, pulling him closer to me.

We were making out
and grinding our bodies against one another hard. I could feel my panties
starting to get soaked from the sensation that his hard cock was sending up and
down my body as we dry humped.

I knew right then
and there how bad I wanted him.

How bad I wanted
him to be my first.

How bad I wanted
him to fuck me.

I moaned into his
lips and pulled him even closer to me. I couldn’t believe I was making out with
my stepbrother right now. It was so hot and exciting. He started kissing me on
my neck, making his way lower and lower until his tongue was dipping in and out
of my cleavage. I gasped and he nudged one of my boobs with his head, wanting
access. He took one of his hands and pulled my dress and bra to the side so
that both of my C cups were fully exposed. He grinned and started sucking on my
nipples, smothering my tits with kisses in every direction.

“Oh my god,” I
moaned. “Danger, that feels so good.”

“Say it again,” he
demanded.

“That feels so
good.”

He kept sucking on
my nipples, harder now.

My pussy was
dripping like crazy.

“I’m so wet,” I
moaned.

He pulled his
shirt over his head, exposing his perfect muscles and abs. I had seen him
shirtless before but I had never been able to touch him the way I could now. I
got to work rubbing my hands up and down over his stomach, taking in all his
beauty.

He grinned and
stuck his long tongue inside of my mouth again. I parted my legs and he slid
his hand between my legs, feeling my growing heat through my panties. I felt
him groan into my mouth then he slid my panties down in one swift motion and
inserted his finger inside of me slowly so he could feel my full wetness on his
fingers.

He started
fingering me slowly and I gasped. I took my hand and started to rub it over his
hard cock that was bulging out of his pants. He searched my eyes and I nodded,
letting him know that I wanted him to take it out.

He unzipped his pants
slowly and his huge member popped out. It was rock hard and looked even bigger
than it did last night if that was possible. I started jerking him off with my
hand as he fingered me and I could tell he wanted me just as bad as I wanted
him.

“I want to feel
you inside of me.”

He paused, unsure.

“Please,” I
moaned, pulling him closer to me.

He ripped his
pants and boxers off in one swift motion and then pulled my dress off over my
head so I was just in my bra. His eyes drifted up and down my body and I smiled
nervously. “Damn, Kat. You’re so beautiful.”

I pulled him on
top of me and we started making out again. I could feel how hard his dick was
between my legs and all I could think about was how bad I wanted it. After a
few seconds, he pulled back, searching my eyes. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’m
sure.”

He spread my legs
further apart and started to slowly work his hard dick inside of me. All I
could feel at first was the pain. With each inch, I could feel myself
stretching further and further. He went slowly, though, his eyes on me the
whole time letting me know he would pull out anytime I wanted.

But I didn’t want
him too.

I took the pain,
not allowing myself to tell him to stop and finally he was all the way inside
of me. He barely fit, he was so big, but I didn’t care. Something about having
him inside of me felt so right.

He started rocking
back and forth inside of me and after a few seconds the pain disappears and all
I was overcome with was pleasure and heat. He moved up and down inside of me,
and I grabbed him, kissing his lips hard and hungry so I wouldn’t scream.

“You’re so tight,
Kat,” he moaned in my ear.

“You feel so good
inside of me, Danger.”

“You like that?”
he asked. “You like the way my big cock feels inside of you?”

“I love it.”

He was pounding
inside of me harder now, getting off.

“Your pussy is so
good, Kat.”

He felt so good. I
wanted him to fuck me like this forever.

“It’s your pussy,”
I moaned. “That pussy belongs to you.”

Danger started
pounding me even harder, stretching me harder and further around his huge cock.
He gave a few final pulls and then I felt him explode all over the inside of me
and a second later I felt myself cum all over his dick. I could feel myself
starting to blush from embarrassment but Danger just grinned. “Don’t be
embarrassed, you have no idea how fucking hot that is.” He clasped down next to
me on the bed, his breathing just as out of whack as mine. I felt him studying
me out of the corner of my eye. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said

“Are you sure?”

I turned to look
at him. “I’m sure.”

He smiled and
leaned over, kissing me softly on the lips. I looked back at him, knowing that
I was lying right to his face. Physically I was okay, but emotionally I was all
over the place. I was totally falling for my stepbrother and I had no idea what
I was going to do about it.

PART TWO

JENNIFER

Getting involved
with Trigger Ford was a very bad idea. It was probably one of the worst ideas
in the world, to be honest. Getting involved with Trigger Ford would be like
saying what he does is okay. It would be saying that selling drugs and
murdering people is a good way of life. My mom had fought long and hard to get
us away from that life and I wasn’t about to bring it right back up to her
doorstep. No matter how sexy the leading man was.

And Trigger was
sexy, that much was for sure.

Some might say he
was the sexiest man in the entire club. My stomach started to ache when I
thought about last night. Last night. What the fuck had I been thinking last
night? Acting that way with Trigger in the middle of the dance floor. Being
that close to a Ford brother in any setting was a good way to get shot up. I
wasn’t just close to him, though. I was close enough to him so that he could
finger me in the back of the club on the dance floor.

I don’t know what
the hell had come over me. I definitely wasn’t a slutty ass girl but being with
Trigger was like having no control of your own body or emotions. Even if I knew
it was wrong at the time part of me didn’t care because somehow it still felt
so right.

Yeah, it felt
right until I realized he had organized a murder that had gone down last night.
Then suddenly nothing felt right. So then why the hell couldn’t I stop thinking
about him? About his dark smooth lips and that sexy smirk that came over them.
Or the way his voice sounded in my ear while he had his fingers inside of me?
Just the thought was enough to make me start to feel hot.

No man had ever
had that effect on me before. When it finally happened it had to be one of the
scariest MC brothers in the entire state. One of the sexiest men in the state,
but not one I could ever be involved with. The Ford brothers didn’t even do
girlfriends, I had no idea what I had thought would come out of the situation.

So then why
couldn’t I stop thinking about last night?

I knew I had acted
like a little girl running out of the club the way I did but damn I had freaked
out. I had just found out the same man finger fucking me in the middle of the
dance floor had carried out a murder.

The door to our
apartment swung open and my mom came bursting in, tearing me out of my
daydream. I set the cup of tea I was drinking down on the table and got up from
the table to see what was good with her.

She slammed the
door shut behind her and threw a bunch of grocery bags on the floor causing
food went rolling all over the place. Great. Her hair was falling out of her
normally neat bun and her makeup was running down her face. It was clear that
she was stressed even before she locked the door and pulled the chain over the ledge
frantically. She swung around and looked out the peephole, ignoring me.

“Mom?” I asked
slowly.

She jumped at the
sound of my voice like I hadn’t been standing right next to her for the past
twenty seconds. She swung her head back around to look at me and clutched her
hand over her chest when she realized it was only me, there was a fear and
anxiety in her face I hadn’t seen since she had been clean and I immediately
hated the place it brought me back to. A place filled with lies, drugs, and
pain. My first thought was that she had relapsed and then I immediately hated
myself for it, ashamed that I didn’t have more faith in her even after a few
years of her being sober.

“Jenny,” she said
in a strained voice. “Sorry, baby, I didn’t see you there.”

“What’s wrong,
mom?” I glanced down at the groceries that were still strung about all over the
floor.

She sighed slowly,
looking out the peephole again. “I fear my past has finally caught up with me,
child.”

“Tell me what’s
going on,” I said, being careful to keep my voice down so my little sisters
didn’t here. I glanced in the living room to make sure they hadn’t heard
anything but they were still watching the T.V. silently, totally oblivious to
the fact that mom had even walked in the door.

My mom removed her
face away from the door with shame. “It’s those brothers, they finally came for
what I owe.”

I felt my heart
start to race in my chest. I had suspected mom got drugs from one of the Ford
brothers in the past but I hadn’t known she owed them any money. It seemed
strange to me that they would be chasing her down now, years later. Then a
feeling of dread came over me; unless it was my fault. Maybe Trigger had told
his brothers what a corny bitch I was and now they were coming to make good on
their debt.

“Mom!” I hissed.
“I didn’t even know you owed them anything!”

She nodded, shame
filling her eyes. “Five hundred.”

“Five hundred!” I
shouted. “We don’t have that kind of money!”

“Shush! Your
sisters!” my mom said, keeping her voice low. “I know we don’t have that kind
of money! That’s why I’m keeping my eyes on the door.”

“Maybe they would
let us make payments?” I offered.

My mom laughed;
like she couldn’t believe what a silly child she had. “The Ford brothers don’t
do payments. You either have their money or you pay in other ways.” She said
the last part with fear in her voice.

“Don’t worry, mom,
it’s going to be okay,” I told her, even though I wasn’t sure it’s going to be.

“I just don’t
understand. I’ve seen them in passing dozens of times since I got clean. Why now?
I come walking up the street and there’s the youngest brother just waiting in
front of our building like it’s no big deal. I doubt 500 dollars is a lot of
money to those brothers.” She was rambling now, the way she always did when she
was nervous.

“The youngest
brother?” I asked. She meant Trigger. Trigger was down there? Right now? So
what? He was pissed off that I had ditched him last night at the club so he
decided to come around and try to intimidate my family? How immature could he
get? Who the hell did he think he was?

I sighed and
pushed my mom back from the door a little. “I’ll be right back.”

“No!” she pleaded,
sounding more like a child than a mother. “Where are you going?”

I took a deep
breath. “I’m going to talk to him.”

My mom gasped,
clutching her heart with one hand and my wrist with her other. “The hell you
are! No child of mine is going down to talk to any Ford brother! I’ll never see
you again!”

I rolled my eyes.
I knew Trigger wasn’t going to hurt me. “I’ll be fine, mom. I’m just going to
find out what the deal is.”

“No, you aren’t!”
She was kind of yelling now and I could hear my little sisters starting to stir
in the other room. A second later the sound of their tiny feet on the floor
made my mom turn her gaze to them.

“I won’t get in
the car with him or go anywhere with him. He’s not going to do anything to me
in the middle of the day where anyone could see. They aren’t stupid.”

I could see her
starting to back down.

“Watch the babies,
I’ll be back in 5 minutes.” I opened the door and slipped out before she had a
chance to say anything else.

“Five minutes,” I
heard her call after me. “Or I’m calling the police!”

I took the steps
down two at a time, knowing that I better hurry cause my mom wasn’t joking; she
really would call the cops. Then the Ford brothers would really have a reason
to come after us. I couldn’t help but wish I looked a little better as I jogged
through the lobby toward the main entrance. A pair of black shorts and a
sweatshirt wasn’t exactly sexy to the guy I had just let feel me up on the
dance floor the night before.

I expected to see
Trigger behind the wheel of his black infinity when I walked outside but
instead he was leaning against the hood of his car. His hair was messy, flying
in every which direction. His dark eyes were bloodshot, his face looked tired
and he was wearing the same clothes as last night, making me think he hadn’t
gotten any sleep yet.

The thought of if
he went home with a girl or not immediately popped into my head but I forced
myself to push it out. That wasn’t any of my business. Although if he had
considering what he had done with me last night then he was pretty grimy.

Despite his sleep
deprived status, he still looked sexy.

And he still
looked cocky.

He looked me up
and down I crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously. I should have at
least run a brush through my hair and threw on a little make-up before I
marched down here trying to be all badass. He smirked at me being uncomfortable
and I felt my stomach start to bubble. He was such a jerk.

“I was just about
to make my way upstairs,” he said, the cocky smirk still glued on his perfect
face.

“Oh yeah? What
for? So you could intimidate my mom some more?” I took a step closer to him,
feeling brave around him for some reason suddenly.

Trigger raised his
eyebrows at me, clearly more amused by my attitude than annoyed. “And how
exactly did I intimidate your mom?”

I opened my mouth
to talk but snapped it shut again when I realized I wasn’t exactly sure what he
had done to intimidate her; my mom hadn’t gotten that far.

“Well… by… by
doing whatever it is… you did to her.”

Trigger laughed
loudly and the sound echoed up and down the street around us. I glanced across
the street and saw a few people peeking out their windows at us. Great, by lunch
everyone in the neighborhood, would know a Ford brother had visited.

“All I did was
tell her good morning and she took off running into the building like I had a
gun pointed at her head.”

I snickered.
“Wouldn’t be hard to believe considering what I witnessed yesterday.”

Trigger laughed
again, not picking up on any of my sarcasm. “I’m not here for your mom,
Jennifer. I’m here for you.”

“Oh,” I said,
trying to act like I could care less. “Well, what do you want?”

Trigger took a few
strides closer to me and leaned down so that his eyes met mine. “What do I
want? What I want is to know how the hell you got home last night? And why the
hell you took off out of the club like that?”

I shrugged. “My
friend picked me up.”

Trigger raised his
eyebrows. “A girlfriend or a guy friend?”

I rolled my eyes,
pretending to be annoyed, but secretly glad he cared. “Why does that matter?”

“It matters. After
what we did in that club last night you’re damn right it matters.”

“Fine,” I told
him. “It matters. It was a girl.”

He nodded, taking
my word for it. Probably the idea of any girl ditching him for another man is
crazy to him. Not surprised.

“So what happened
then? Did what happened freak you out?”

“No,” I snapped.
“It didn’t freak me out. Believe it or not, I have been fingered before!” I
knew that I was kind of yelling but I didn’t care, he was so annoying. Of
course, that was the first place his mind would go. He clearly thought I had
never fucked with any guys or something before. He was so big headed.

Trigger smirked
again, happy that he was getting a reaction out of me. “Then what’s your deal?”

I shrugged. “Maybe
I just wasn’t interested in hanging out anymore. Wasn’t feeling it.”

“Yeah?” he asked,
shrugging. “Cause you really seemed to be feeling it last night if you know
what I mean.”

I felt myself
starting to blush. “Well, I’m not feeling it now.”

What else was I
supposed to say? I couldn’t accuse him of knowing about the shooting last
night. I couldn’t tell him that his way of life wasn’t what I wanted for
myself. I couldn’t tell him that I knew he didn’t do relationships. All of
those thoughts would come off as crazy to him. Hell, they even came off as
crazy to me considering I had just started fucking with this guy a day earlier.
No lady should be over analyzing things this soon, but for some reason, it was
hard to remember to play by the rules when it came to Trigger.

He studied me for
a second, trying to decide if I was for real or not. “I don’t do this,” he told
me with a cold expression painted on his dark features.

“You don’t do
what, Trigger?”

He shrugged.
“Chase bitches, I just don’t do it. I don’t have to do it. So if you think I’m
going to buy into whatever game you’re playing, you have another thing coming.”

He was
unbelievable. Of course, I had to be playing some game because no girl could
ever not be interested in him. The idea that someone like me wouldn’t want him
was unbelievable to him, he probably thought I should bow down to him right
then and there.

“I’m not asking
you to chase me! I’m asking you to never see me again!”

Trigger smirked.
“But I’ll see you at school,” he pointed out.

“Well, maybe I’ll
just switch my class!”

Trigger laughed
for about the tenth time since our conversation began, continuing to not take
anything I said seriously. “Maybe you should.”

“Fine! I will
then!” I told him, sounding way more sure than I was.

“Okay,” Trigger
shrugged like he could care less.

“Fine! Then I
guess there’s nothing else to say!”

He shrugged. “I
guess not.”

“Fine! Bye” I
turned around and started to walk toward my apartment building so I could prove
how serious I was.

“Deuces,” he
called, sounding like he could care less what I do.

I slammed the door
shut behind me and forced myself to not look back.

***

“I have no idea
what you’re talking about,” I lied into the phone. “I didn’t even recognize him
as one of the Ford brothers, he was looking for some kid who owed him money.”

Gosh, the lies
were just flying out of my mouth ever since I had come back inside from seeing
Trigger. First with my mom, and then to the half dozen people who had called me
since word spread that I was seen on the street with a Ford brother, and now to
Meghan.