4- Remy

“Never seen anyone look this pretty to unclog a toilet before. You seen it before, Slink?” Buggy asked.

Slink, the two timing bastard, leaned backwards into the cars. “Been in a rundown club with piss being sprayed in the air. Never a pretty woman going at it with shit.”

I stopped my momentary pounding,the mask on my face hiding my lips but not my eyes as I glared at them. They look elsewhere immediately. Wolf is the only one still staring at me. “I’m sorry, Remy. I didn’t… I didn’t think he’d put you here,”

“Tell me how sorry you are one more time, and I will shove this plunger on your face.”

“Understood.”

Decker Kane appeared in my room by 6am claiming I’d already missed orientation with the other prospects and because of my lateness and my disappointing him meant I was to do whatever the other members wanted.

Hell, I thought he was joking so I did my hair and makeup, wore a flannel shirt, shorts and high heeled boots— but the bastard meant it. And after cleaning the dishes and doing the laundry, I was doing this.

“YES. YES. YES!” The sound of the flusher going down was music to my ears before I turned around, trying to hold back a scream. “I did it.”

“Yeah,” Buggy said, scrunching his face. “But could you stop moving that damn plunger around—”

I made a stabbing direction towards them with it. They all flinched. “Fuck. I’m so hungry. Is someone gonna—?”

“Well, hello, little lady. Never seen you around here before. A new club girl or something?”

I turned my head to the voice. New face. Faces. Three girls in blond, red and black wigs. Club girls. I wondered which one Decker fucked. “Or something,”

Wolf made a face. Buggy stared at me then back at them with a slightly confused look. Slink was staring at me like it was a soap opera.

“You gotta dress a tad bit respectfully then,” Said the girls who were wearing practically nothing. “Makes you seem desperate if you’re not covered properly and shit. We at least have men.”

“You at least have gonorrhea but I’m not gonna attack you, sweetheart. We all gotta eat at the end of the day,” I said, placing the plunger down.

“Ha, you really shouldn’t be talking to me like that. Can’t you see the fucking jacket I have on? Can't you see the property of Reaper King patch on it?”

Bingo.

I lunged with the plunger before any of them could stop me, ready to shove their fucking face into the shit covered thing before a human wall blocked me, grey eyes staring down at me in familiar disappointment. “Put it down, prospect.”

I had pulled back the plunger as quickly as I thought possible but some of its… contents had managed to fall right on his chest. He didn’t react to it though. Instead, he stared at me hard and serious.

I dropped it down.

“Apologize to her,”

My familiar anger returned. “But she fucking—”

He raised an eyebrow.

I bowed my head. “I… I apologize for my conduct. Please, forgive me—”

“Serves you right, whore—”

I jumped, ready to rip her hair out but the moment I did, Decker lifted me up and placed me on his shoulder, dragging me away as I screamed at the idiots then at him. “You taught me about sexual hygiene but you’re fucking the club girls?! Jesus Christ, if you’re that desperate, you can call me over and I’ll spread my legs with no hesitation. And you can even guess what? No fucking disease!”

My ass met the concrete floor when he dropped me. We were in another garage. An abandoned one now. And as I stared up at him, he glared back down at me. “You don’t touch anyone with a patch, do you understand? You are nothing. A rat. A speck of dust—”

“Do you fuck her?”

“Do you even want to be in Iron Clad or not?!” He yelled back.

Fear flashed through me, but then it settled into my belly as something darker. My middle pulsed as my heart raced and I asked again, “Do you fuck her?”

Decker Kane stared at me like he was deciding whether to kill me or maim me. Then he raked a hand through his hair, “Chrissy has my kutte for safety purposes. She can be real desperate and the guys… tend to take advantage of that but now that she’s mine, she has bragging rights and bragging rights means she also maintains a distance with the guys,”

Relief flooded my being but I didn’t want him to know that. “Used a lot of words to say you’re not fucking her then.”

His jaw flexed. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

I rose from the floor and dusted my shorts. “A fucking honest response, maybe? I am hot and sexy and so fucking aware of the fact that you find me irresistible? This whole deal of you brooding around me is because you like me but if you wanna reject me like you did last time, me a fucking man and—”

He was on me before I could finish the sentence.

His lips crashed against mine like he had been starving. And fuck, believe me, I wanted to pull away but he grabbed my hair and kept me in place. His tongue latched onto mine as he sucked my soul out.

My legs felt weak, my body buzzing with electricity at how he was finally taking me. I felt my back hit the wall while his hand protected the back of my head and his lips never left mine.

Then he slid his hand lower—

And I kneed him right in the balls.

“FUCK!”

He doubled over in pain. I flashed both of my middle fingers at him. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

I was brimming with so much happiness now I could barely contain it but that was also a secret so I brushed my hair back and said, “I told you, sir, when you want me, and I know you will, you’re gonna beg and crawl for it. And I’m not gonna fucking kiss you if you gave one of your whores my patch,”

His face was red as he stood erect. “It is not yours.”

“We’ll see about that.” I walked to the garage door and stopped at the entrance, turning my head to say, “And for the record, you’re a good kisser. Shame it has to end this way.”

As I left, I practically skipped all the way back there— that was until I noticed the group standing in a circle back at the main house and my father saying, “We need to talk. And where the fuck is Decker?”