Chapter Eleven - Killian

The alarm going off dragged me from my sleep, and I was dressed and running for the security room in seconds, arriving at the same time as Cormack and Liam.

'What the fuck is going on?'

I demanded as the alarm blared and the compound's grounds were flooded with bright white search lights.

Keane and Roan, our night watchmen, turned to me with shocked eyes.

'The Bratva Princess has escaped.'

Roan said, and my eyes slid to the screens that showed an empty bedroom, a discarded chain and wide open balcony windows.

'How the fuck has she managed to do that?' 

I yelled at the two men.

'Sure, and you two eejits are supposed to be watching her all the time.'

My Irish accent always deepened when I was angry, and right now I was fucking furious as I zoomed in on one of our external cameras as it followed a small, barely visible black-clad figure racing toward the small copse of trees that ran along one side of the compound.

Trees that could keep a motorcycle or a truck out, but one small, determined human would have no trouble escaping onto the road on the other side. 

My little Russian tigress was cleverer and more resilient than I had thought. I had severely underestimated her.

It would not happen again.  

'Wake up the men. I want everyone available out in the car park in ten minutes.'

I turned on my heel as Keane saluted and said 

'On it Pres.'

In my room, I tugged on my boots and a wide smile spread across my face.

'Silly, girl, you should never run from a predator, and I was one Apex, motherfucking, predator.'

I thought as I tugged on my leather jacket and slung my cut over the top. Every patch had been earned the hard way; no one had ever given me an easy ride, and the two that gave me the most pleasure were simply the ones that red. 'President' and my biking name, Diamond, because I was hard and I was beautiful. I wasn't bigheaded or a narcissist; I could see what was in the mirror, and everyone commented on it.        My face got me more pussy than I could handle, and I even had guys hitting on me, which amused my brothers no end.

It had only served to make me work harder and fight for my position; my brothers knew not to cross me. Over the years, they had learned by the number of men I had killed that I took no shit from anyone, that was why, when my Pa had to retire after taking three bullets during a shootout and surviving against the odds. No one had protested when he handed the reins over to me, and I became the youngest ever President of the Oasis Blues MC at twenty-three. 

That had been two years ago, and I had grown the club substantially, so I was damned if I was going to let that little Russian tigress's father sell me out to the feds.

She was going to learn a hard lesson, and it was going to be my pleasure to give it to her.

In the compound car park, around twenty of my men waited with their Harleys primed and ready to ride.

'The Bratva Princess thinks she can outrun us guys.'

I said and smiled at the angry growls that replied.

'Let's show that little tigress that the Oasis Bikers never lose a prisoner.'

They all cheered and stamped their feet, but I held up my hand for silence.

'She's not to be hurt, boys. If you find her, corral her, catch her and bring her back unharmed. Do I make myself clear?'

The men grumbled good-naturedly, but I knew they would never hurt a woman, no matter who she was.  It was written in our code of conduct that no woman or child would ever be hurt by our hands. Even the Barflies and Whores who hung around the clubhouse were looked after by one of the Old Ladies, who made sure they were checked regularly and received any medical care they needed. 

It had always been that way for the Oasis Blues MC, but we all knew that not everyone shared our philosophy; we had a steady string of women who came to us for help and protection from the violence of other clubs. We never turned any of them away. Our old ladies had set up a rescue centre, and they took it in turns to keep it open around the clock.

My delicious little Russian tigress had never been in any real danger, but she was going to learn that I was the President of this MC club and her actions had consequences. I grinned as I adjusted myself and swung my leg over my Harley, my hand already twitching at the thought of connecting it to her perfect little ass.

'Let's ride, boys.'

I shouted as the sound of twenty powerful motorcycle engines roaring to life filled the air, and I drove out of the compound onto the road, turning right and heading for the spot where she would roughly come out of the woods. 

I was at the front with Cormack, my VP.[Vice President] and Liam, my Enforcer, flanking me on either side, while the rest of my men spread out and began to search the side streets along the way. 

She would not get far; the people who lived in the area were all loyal to the club, so no one would help her, especially if she spoke in that delightfully sexy Russian accent that had made my cock grow hard every time she had spoken to me.

I really needed to fight my growing attraction to that beautiful little Russian tigress. I was beginning to think of her as my property, and that would never do. 

She was the daughter of my worst enemy. The fucking man who was about to betray decades of friendship and profitable working contracts.

Not everyone was thinking with their heads.