The Devil in Her Soul (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 3) (8 page)

“No. But you’re leaving anyway.”

“Fuck you!”

“Let me make this simple for you,” Jenny said calmly, as if correct a petulant child. “You can leave now, and walk out…or I break your arms and legs and you leave on a stretcher. Your call.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“I should,” Jenny replied with a smile. “I didn’t want to hurt you out there. Not badly anyway. But you see: Dad knows all about you and how you have been treating the other women. He—”

“I see,” Hearts interrupted. “So you told your daddy on me and now you think you are some big bad bitch because your dad is going to back you up.”

“He doesn’t know we are having this conversation.” Jenny drew a pattern on the counter with a finger. “He said he doesn’t get involved in personal issues unless someone asks him to.” She looked up and smiled. “I don’t see any reason to get him involved, do you?”

Hearts squinted at Jenny. “What’s your game?”

“No game. You’re leaving. I’m just giving you a chance to walk out with your head high.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you are carried out.”

“Yeah, right. And after I kick your ass, your dad busts my ass.”

“Don’t tell him. I won’t.”

Hearts stared at Jenny a moment. “The pit. Ten minutes.”

Jenny smiled. “I’ll be there.”

Jenny had to find Rachel to find out what the hell
the pit
was. The pit was a ten-foot square of sand at the back of the club where members went to settle their differences. The official motto was
what happens in the pit, stays in the pit.
Anyone could be challenged and ranking within the club amounted to shit. Nearly every member had passed through the pit at one time or another.

Before Jenny arrived at the pit she had used a dorm room to change into one of her father’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers over her panties. The too-big and loose fitting clothing gave her a range of motion like her gi did when she was still taking jujitsu, and her bare feet would speed up her kicks.

There were nine women, in addition to Hearts, waiting for her arrival. “Looks like there are going to be some witnesses,” Hearts said as she stepped into the thick sand. “They’ll get a good look at what happens when some skinny little bitch thinks she can take me.”

“This is your last chance, Hearts. I don’t want to hurt you,” Jenny replied.

“Kick her ass, Jenny,” Rachel murmured as Jenny stepped past her and into the warm sand. All the other women standing around murmured in agreement.

Hearts went into a slight crouch, circling Jenny when she stopped in the center of the pit and took her stance. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Jenny said nothing, simply turning with Hearts, keeping her in front of her.

Hearts was obviously wary of Jenny because she didn’t come rushing in like last time, but Jenny’s calm was just as obviously annoying her. Hearts continued to predict dire results and taunted her opponent, but Jenny said nothing, simply standing in the ring waiting on Hearts to make her move.

Finally Hearts charged in. Jenny moved as if to kick at her and then spun back the other way as Hearts veered away. She kicked Hearts in the ass as she passed, knocking her down, but otherwise not hurting her. Hearts sprang to her feet as the other women laughed. Jenny dropped back into her stance just as she heard the back door to the clubhouse open. The door was behind her, and she wanted to see who had joined the party, but didn’t dare take her eyes off Hearts.

Hearts came at her again, and Jenny took a step back, pivoted, and grabbed Hearts as she passed, rolling her over her hip and throwing her hard to the ground. Stunned, Hearts lay still a moment and Jenny risked a look to see who had come out. It was Asher and her father. She felt her stomach sink at her father’s face as Asher held him by the arm, but she was committed now.

“You had enough?” Jenny asked as Hearts slowly got to her feet. As Hearts rose, Jenny could see that one of the other woman’s hands was closed.

“Not nearly enough!” Hearts screamed as she threw the sand at Jenny.

Jenny expected that and closed her eyes, throwing a block and stepping aside. The moment the sand stopped hitting her face, she popped her eyes open. She had blocked, and missed, most of Hearts charge, but the bigger woman still had her hands on her. Jenny fell backwards, grabbing Hearts and hauling her down as she fell. They crashed into the sand, Hearts’ weight knocking the air out of Jenny.

Jenny tried to take Hearts in an arm bar, but Hearts scrambled to get away, grabbing Jenny by the hair as she did. Jenny screamed in pain and moved with Hearts, holding her by the wrist to lessen the pull on her hair. As soon as she could, she set, braced, and fired a hard front snap kick into the front of Hearts’ leg.

Hearts screamed in pain as her knee tried to bend backwards before her foot slipped out from under her, tumbling her to the ground. She still had Jenny’s hair in her hand, pulling Jenny to her knees. Jenny adjusted her grip and twisted the wrist backwards. Hearts screamed again as her hand spasmed open. Jenny threw the hand down then rose to her feet again and stepped back, shaking her hair out of her face.

“That hurt, you bitch,” Jenny snarled as she took another step back and ran a hand through her hair, tossing away the loose strands that came away in her fingers. “I’ve had it with you. Stop now or I’m going to beat your ass.”

Hearts got slowly to her feet. “Fuck you,” she snarled as she began to move toward Jenny. Her left leg wasn’t working right after the kick and Jenny easily evaded the lunge, throwing an open-faced palm to Hearts’ face. As the woman’s head snapped back from the impact, Jenny grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her as he dropped, catching the other woman on her feet and kicking her over her to land hard on her back with a grunt. Jenny spun, grabbed Hearts arm and pulled her into a semi-sitting position before dropping, wrapping her legs around Hearts’ upper body, and locking her ankles. She then twisted to the side, and leaned back, drawing Hearts’ arm out straight.

“Now, are you going to leave or do I break your arm?” Jenny asked calmly.

Hearts struggled a bit, then screamed as the pain become more than she could bear as Jenny continued to add pressure. “Yes! Yes! I’ll leave!” the woman begged.

Jenny immediately backed off on the pressure and let Hearts go. She dusted the sand off of herself and then looked at the other women as Hearts cradled her arm and sobbed in the sand. She hadn’t broken her arm, but having been in that hold herself, she knew how much it could hurt. “Help her pack her things,” she said before turning and walking away, pushing her way between Asher and her dad.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Asher asked as he followed Jenny into the dorm room where she had changed earlier.

Jenny began to strip out of her dad’s sand covered clothes. “Hearts has been abusing the women around here for years and nobody did a fucking thing to stop it. So I did.”

Asher didn’t know what to say to that. He knew it was going on, all the members did, and it was true he had turned a blind eye toward it. “I’m sorry. Nobody said anything so—”

“Because they didn’t want to be seen as a whiner, Asher! Because Hearts would have come at them worse the next time! Jesus Christ, Asher! What’s wrong with you people?” she asked as she flung the shirt down.

“Nothing! But we—”

“But nothing!” she interrupted again. “You just didn’t care!”

“That’s not true! But we expect members to work out their differences themselves! We’re not running a kindergarten here, Jenny! Somebody is always pissed at somebody else. If the Deacons were to get involved in every little spat, that’s all we would be doing.”

“Fine. Maybe guys like to fight, but women don’t! Not like that! Why didn’t you step in to help?”

“I don’t know. I figured if nobody was complaining it must not be too bad. Chains pushes some of the other guys around, but I don’t get involved in that, either.”

“She broke a woman’s
jaw
Asher!”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” he cried in frustration. “I made a mistake, all right? Maybe I could have stepped in, but I didn’t think about it! I figured someday she would push someone too far and something like this would happen. These women aren’t exactly shy and helpless you know! They can take care of themselves.”

Jenny shook her head in disbelief and turned toward the shared bathroom. “Yeah, whatever.” She wasn’t even sure why she was mad. She was still jacked up on adrenaline from her fight and her emotions were running wild.

Asher followed her into the bathroom. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll make sure something like this doesn’t happen again,” he said as she started the water running.

“Okay,” she snapped. “That’s more like it. But right now I need you to get in here with me and fuck the shit out of me,” she said as she tested the water then stepped over the edged and into the tub.

“What?” he asked, not sure he understood what she had said.

“Don’t make come out there and kick your ass, too. Get in here!”

He snorted, trying to keep up with Jenny as she bounced from one subject to another as he began to remove his shirt. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“I’m stressed out over finals, pissed off over this Hearts shit, upset about Dad, worried about what is going to happen with Hamasaki, and so damn jazzed up after kicking that bitch’s ass that I am buzzing. I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard your eyes will fucking cross. Hurry up!”

It took Asher another moment to get his pants off, but then he jerked the shower curtain aside and stepped into the tub. Jenny was waiting and covered his mouth with her own almost before he had the curtain closed.

She pressed herself into his body hard and kissed him furiously. She had never been in a fight before, and hoped to never be in one again, but she couldn’t let Hearts continue to abuse the women. They weren’t her friends, but they were still people. But having kicked the shit out of a bigger woman, and not gotten hurt herself, she felt fifty feet tall and the aggression she had felt in the pit towards Hearts had morphed into a desperate need for Asher. She broke the kiss and stepped back, turned, and offered herself to him by thrusting her ass into his crotch while leaning forward and placing her hands on the back wall of the tub.

He would never admit it, but watching Jenny handle herself so well in the pit had turned him on in a big way. It was clear from the beginning that Hearts was significantly overmatched and other than having her hair pulled, Jenny was unscathed. Hell, even Hearts didn’t get bloody. Those self-defense courses Jenny had taken had obviously worked. She was a hell of a lot tougher than she looked, and his admiration for her had grown even more. Smart, beautiful, and tough as hell, she was everything he admired. When she turned and offered her body to him, he wasted no time, crouching slightly then driving into her in a single swift motion. She cried out as he drove into her and he understood it wasn’t from pain, but from pleasure.

Asher’s sudden hard insertion made her howl softly as he stretched her, but it was just what she wanted. She didn’t want to make love. She wanted to
fuck!
She pushed hard back into him, trying to take him as deep as possible, wanting to feel the erotic pain of him inside of her. He thrust furiously hard into her a moment, using his hands on her hips to drive harder and harder into her. She wailed again at the beautiful savagery of their joining and looked over her shoulder, the feral snarl of his face, water pouring off his chiseled chest as he pounded into her.

His orgasm was coming, and coming hard. Jenny’s wails of pain and pleasure, her snarling, hissing unintelligible muttering as they fucked like animals was driving him insane. He released her hips with one hand and took her roughly just below her throat and pulled her off the wall to pin her body to his, twisting her head around to face him.

“This what you want?” he snarled into her mouth.