Lucifer: Hades Riders MC Page 3

  I thought I was going to be sick. “Do you have to be so crass?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “It’s just the truth darling. Now, I’ve been put on strict orders that you keep that tight little ass up here and I’m to bring you food and drink to make sure you don’t die or something. I’m not as closed off as prez but don’t try to pull no shit over on me. As long as we both behave as expected then we’ll get on just fine until he gets back.”

  With that he stood and walked to the door. Before he closed it shut he met my eyes again. “We got a deal?” he asked.

  I wanted badly to try to make an escape while the beast was gone, but I wasn’t going to get him in trouble either. That wouldn’t be right, he was only doing as told and at least he was talking to me so I nodded. “Deal.” I told him.

  He gave a smile and salute and closed the door softly behind him. He didn’t return until after 10pm and he was drunk as all hell. He almost dropped my plate of food a few times. I met him at the door to save the plate and took it back to the bed. “You’re fucking smoking hot, and I’d have at you if I didn’t think prez would kill me over it. I need to go find Betty; you’re making me hard as fuck just looking at you.”

  I shook my head; he was obviously drunk as hell but I didn’t take offense to it. From that first conversation, I realized that was just his way. He didn’t seem to want to harm me in anyway and even though he said what he just said, even drunk he didn’t make a move towards me. That in itself told me a lot about him and I figured that I liked him. I don’t think I would tell anyone that though, I wouldn’t want them to have anything on me.

  This same routine passed for the next three days. He would come and talk to me a couple times during the day and he was pretty forward. I had confessed the next day that I was going crazy in here being alone all the time, and he made it a point to come keep me company for some time. I was extremely grateful for it. Whenever I asked him anything about Lucifer though, he clammed up. Told me that it wasn’t his business to share and if I really wanted to know I’d have to crack the beast. He brought my food to me and every night he would be wasted and would tell me how attractive he found me. I would find myself blushing at his attentions and he would run off saying he needed to find someone to help him blow off steam. I think he only kept it up because he knew it made me slightly embarrassed. I would always notice the amusement in his eyes.

  Today however he never showed. I waited and waited for him to come up but he never did. It was a little after midnight and my stomach was in knots. There was of course a bunch of noise coming from downstairs but I was ravenous. I went to the door and gripped the knob. My hands were sweating from nerves but my hunger was winning the battle. I looked down at my pajamas. I had on a pair of hello kitty stretch pants with a matching tank top and warm fuzzy socks. My hair was in a messy bun piled high on my head and I knew my face was bare, clean of makeup. My hands shook on the doorknob and I scanned the room looking for encouragement. My eyes zeroed in on my lip gloss and I practically sprinted across the room to get it. This was the extent of my day to day makeup and it gave me a little boost of confidence. It was ridiculous I know that, but it was all I could do.

  This time I didn’t hesitate, I turned the knob and let myself into the hall. I gripped the rail on the stairs and began making my way down when a thought finally occurred to me. What if that door was locked? What would I do then? I shoved my shoulders back and continued forward I would not be deterred.

  My foot hit the bottom of the stairs and I continued forward not breaking my stride. I gripped the door with confidence. If this thing was locked then I would break it down, and to my surprise the knob turned and opened a crack. The noise level raised about 10 octaves and some of my earlier bravado began slipping. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I walked out of my cage and my eyes went wide and my mouth dropped open all on its own accord.

  I looked around and there were men. A lot of them all over the room in varying positions, but there was one thing in common. They all had the same vest that Lucifer had and were dressed similarly to him. The stench of cigarette and cigar smoke hung heavy in the air along with the smell of liquor. The voices were loud and obnoxious. There were woman lingering around, all scantily dressed if at all. Some were touching guys provocatively; others were engaged in intimate positions right out in the open. There was a woman with her breast hanging out underneath a table while she sucked one of the guys off. There were two people on a couch actually having sex. She was straddling him and there was no denying him actually penetrating her. I shuddered and glanced around. I had remembered that we passed the kitchen and tried to remember where it was. I tried to be invisible as I maneuvered through the room in search of food. No one seemed to notice me and that was just fine for me. I found the kitchen fairly easily since I at least remembered how we navigated through the warehouse. I looked around the room trying to figure out where best to start when the volume rose even further followed by hoots and hollers. Yes, I definitely needed to get back upstairs.

  There was no one in there so I found myself a plate and cup and setup some food. I walked – more like tiptoed – out of the kitchen and went to make my way back to my room. The place was looking less and less like a dungeon. I could see the door from where I was and it seemed to be beckoning to me. Don’t worry sweet, sweet door. I’m coming to you. I was so focused on the door I wasn’t paying attention to the room anymore. One minute I was navigating the room anxious to get upstairs and the next I was falling. I tried to catch my balance and the plate flew out of my hand landing who knows where while my other arm flailed and the contents of the cup flew up landing on my arm and the floor beside me. A few steps forward and I was going down. I closed my eyes and braced for impact when a strong arm came around my waist and hauled me – not too smoothly – upwards.

  When I was firmly back on my feet I spun around to see who I’d need to thank for saving me from a nasty spill and was greeted with Bull, with bloodshot eyes and a lazy smile. I returned his smile and moved in and hugged him tight. I felt his chest vibrate with laughter.

  “What you doing down here sugar?” he asked.

  I felt my cheeks burning in embarrassment. The noise in the room had ceased at my little display and I was afraid to look around. I could feel the stares burning a hole in me.

  Before I could answer a shrill voice piped up. “Who the hell is that? I never saw her around here before, and you don’t call me sugar.”

  His face grew irritated and he didn’t even turn. “Shut up bitch and wait for me to finish.”

  “Wha…” she stammered and he frowned and shook his head.

  “Better yet, find some other dick to hop on tonight; I don’t want your pussy anymore.” I shivered. He was so different in that moment. He wasn’t the easy guy that I knew who came and talked to me and made jokes. He was all hard and tough; I didn’t even want to question him.

  His eyes drilled into mine and he gave me a small smile. I realized we were still holding onto each other and I went to back away. His grip on me tightened and he pulled me closer. “So…? Whatcha doing down here babe? I thought we had a deal.”

  His head cocked to the side and I sighed. “I was hungry, you forgot me.” I told him softly hoping only he heard.

  He shook his head and cursed under his breath. “Shit babe, I’m sorry about that I just got fucking distracted.” He looked me over but it didn’t feel like he was checking me out. “You ok?” he asked.

  I nodded and just then a wolf whistle sounded behind me. “Damn she’s fucking hot; can I have a go next? I’d sure like some of that pussy…”

  On instinct, I curled myself deeper into him pressing my face into his chest. What had I been thinking coming down here. I mean, I know that I didn’t think this whole world was actually real but I’ve seen movies and stuff to know how these things were supposed to work. I guess I just hadn’t wanted to believe it until it was right front center in my face.

  “Shut the fu
ck up Hawk before –“

  He was cut off with the sound of a loud crack and a thud. I heard heavy footsteps thundering our way and I trembled. Bull began rubbing soothing circles on my back but that didn’t help. A deep growl echoed behind me and I tried to jump in Bull’s skin. His arm was wretched from me and I was yanked away forcefully – but not to the point of pain – away from him. He let me go willingly not looking the least bit concerned and I wanted to cry. I thought I could trust him to help me for some reason and he was just letting me go. I was spun around and I closed my eyes tight to prepare for whatever was about to happen.

  “Open your eyes.” A voice practically growled. I inhaled deep and my body instantly relaxed. I knew that smell and I was growing to love it. I opened my eyes and looked into stormy grey ones. He looked pissed and I didn’t know if I should run to or from him. I honestly didn’t think he’d physically hurt me, then again I didn’t really know him did I?

  He sent a glare behind my head in Bull’s direction and pointed a finger. “Later.” He said in a rough voice before pulling me after him as he stomped off. I stumbled to keep up but he was moving too fast for me. I felt my anger build and I dug my feet in and yanked hard against his hold. It wasn’t my best idea because I felt a sharp pain shoot up through my arm and I shrieked out in pain. He instantly let me go and turned to look at me, chest heaving. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  I rubbed my sore arm. “Hey! You can’t just drag me away like that.”

  He walked to me until he was standing right in front of me. “Let’s go.” He demanded.

  I crossed my arms and glared. “No.”

  I saw his jaw tick in irritation and I couldn’t care less. “Listen…”

  I shook my head. “No you listen. You can’t just man handle me like that I don’t care who you are. You can ask me to come with you like a normal person and I’ll think about it.”

  The room was deadly silent but he didn’t move his eyes away from me. His nostrils flared and in a flash I was staring upside down. He had picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder so fast I hadn’t even seen him move. I began beating on his back as he made his way through the door kicking it shut forcefully. He carried me all the way to my room not breaking stride. He dropped me down onto the bed and went back to the door. He stood there chest heaving, head against his arm holding onto the door.

  “I – “I began and his body tensed before he used his hand on the door to slam it shut. I jumped at the movement and scooted back on the bed as he advanced on me. I don’t think anyone has ever been that mad at me before and I had no idea what he was going to do to me.

  “WHAT THE FUCK?” he blasted.

  I bit my lip and looked around the room for an escape. His voice softened but it was colder and deadlier. “What the fuck?” he asked again.

  I dared a chance to look at him. He was standing there watching me with narrowed eyes looking very, very livid. “What?” I asked trying to look innocent.

  “Why were you out of this room? Why the hell were you roaming around downstairs? And why the ever loving FUCK did you talk back to me?” he asked.

  Ok, so the fear was starting to evaporate being replaced by my own anger. I don’t think I’ve been this mad in my entire life combined as I’ve been since he entered it. “What’s the problem? You can talk and treat people however you want but you can’t take it back? You ever heard treat people how you want to be treated? Well that’s the way of life Lucifer.” I spat his name.

  “I can talk to whomever the fuck I like, however the fuck I like when I’m in my mother fucking club. You however cannot. There are rules in here and you fucking respect the prez, especially in front of the rest of the club. I cannot let myself look weak because daddy’s little girl is having a fucking tantrum. This is why I keep you in here and out my hair. You’re a fucking brat and think you’re entitled. Here, you’re just like every fucking other person and it would do you good to remember that.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Are you kidding me? You didn’t even give me a chance from the beginning. You don’t even know why I was down there and you –“

  “I DON’T FUCKING CARE WHY YOU WENT DOWNSTAIRS!” he boomed.

  I jumped up off the bed and stalked towards him until our toes were touching. “Of course you don’t give a damn. All you do is look at me and see trouble, when I’ve done nothing to show you that. You’re just mad because I won’t just bow down and do everything you say… but you know what? I don’t care. I went downstairs because Bull forgot to bring me food and I was starving…” his mouth opened to speak but I just kept on going. I was going to steamroll over this little rant because I didn’t know when I would have the opportunity to say this much to him again. “And if you hadn’t noticed, that food is still downstairs scattered around somewhere. Now you tell me who the bratty, pigheaded one here is?”

  He reached out a hand and I slapped it down. “Don’t touch me!”

  My entire body was trembling. Never in my life had I had someone treat me the way he did and for no reason. I didn’t ask for him to bring me here or for any of this really, but here I was. But more than anything, I was hurt. From the way he’s treated me, from the way he talks to me, the things he says about me… it was like it’s been festering all of these weeks and it’s finally hitting me full force. My eyes were burning with unshed tears but he didn’t deserve to see them; to know that he was able to do that to me. I dropped my head and shook it. “Just leave me alone.” I whispered turning my back to him. I hit the light on my way to the bed and dropped down on it curling into myself. I didn’t look back at him; I just pretended I was alone. I heard him leave, the sound of the closing door, the loud bang in the hallway and then silence. I was just realizing that the party must’ve come to a screeching halt because of my little incident.

  I was crying softly when I heard my door open softly and I sniffled trying to rush and wipe away the evidence of my tears. Lucifer’s scent and the smell of food filled my nostrils but I refused to acknowledge him. The bed dipped and I felt a hand on my hip and it gave me a small shake. He tried to get my attention a few more times before he sighed. I felt him shift and I could feel him lay down next to me on the bed. My body instantly stiffened.

  “Abelie turn around.” He said softly.

  I shook my head. “No.” Ok so I was being the brat that he accused me of but I couldn’t help it.

  He sighed and his hand wrapped around my waist and he turned me over to face him. I buried my face into the pillow and he put a hand under my chin making me lift my head. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was pulled down into a frown as he scanned my face.

  “Did someone do something to you?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Yes, you.” There was no need to sugar coat it right?

  He pushed some hair behind my ear. “Listen, I didn’t mean to upset you I’m just in a tight spot. I have reasons for the things I do and I’m not going to disclose them to you. Your father left you to me for a reason and I’m doing what I have to to ensure I keep my word. I promised to keep you safe and that’s what I’m doing.”

  I frowned. “How is keeping me locked in here helping me? I’m going crazy being alone all the time, and you don’t even talk to me… not even a little bit. It’s lonely and boring. You don’t treat me as anything more than a nuisance and it’s not like I’m trying to be. This was all just thrown at me out of the blue and has uprooted my life. I want to try to make this as painless as possible but you have to work with me.” I confessed.

  “I’m not used to this, taking care of a girl. You see what it’s like downstairs, had Bull not been there one of the guys could’ve taken you as a club bitch and done things to you or something. You’re not from this life and you don’t understand. I can’t just throw you out there knowing that all types of shit could go wrong. I can’t keep an eye on you 24/7 because I’m doing other shit. I don’t want to have to kill one of my men for doing something to you thinking that you’re just another cl
ub whore, understand me? I thought you’d prefer to stay away from my lifestyle so I did this the best way I knew how.”

  I watched him with wide eyes that was the most he said to me… ever, like combined. What he said made sense but I wasn’t willing to let him off the hook yet. We needed to come up with some rules that worked for both of us. “Well I like Bull, and I think he likes me too…” I began.

  His eyes narrowed and he fixed me with a glare. The hand that was touching my hip – which I didn’t realize until now – snapped back like I’d burned him. “Is that right?” he drawled.

  I blushed and nodded. “Yes, I think so. He helped me while you were gone and spoke to me. He came to keep me company a few times a day when I told him how lonely I was, and he kept me safe tonight.” I explained.

  His jaw was ticking and he was staring straight into my eyes. “So what do you want?” he asked through gritted teeth.

  “Well, you said you couldn’t watch me all the time. What if you and Bull were allowed to come and talk to me sometimes during the day… and maybe take me downstairs as long as I can be with one of you? I don’t mean all the time, but just for a little bit so I can at least have some human interactions. Possibly eat my food with someone… just anything.” I pleaded.

  “So you want me to ask Bull to spend time with you when I can’t do my job?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Only if he doesn’t mind you know, I’ll take whatever I can get at this point. You never forget my food or anything so I don’t think I’d have a reason to wander out on my own again.” I explained.

  He continued to stare before nodding slowly. “Ok, I’ll talk to him then.” He turned and sat up in the bed. “I have food for you, sit up and eat.”

  I did as I was told as he got the food and gave it to me. He sat silently as I ate and I talked his ear off about food. He only gave me grunts in acknowledgment as I talked but I didn’t care. It just felt good to have another person around me. When I was done he scooped my empty plate and cup and stood to leave. I gripped his cut with pleading eyes. “Please… stay for a while longer?” I begged.