I smooth down my skirt and cringe at my reflection. I shouldn’t be wearing this, and I shouldn’t be going. Gracie called me this morning though and practically begged me to go to the party with her. She said it’s a patch-in party for the newest Notorious Devil.

The last time they had one it was for, Baby, which was six months ago. I didn’t go to that one, Easton had a fever, so I stayed home.

This time, I wasn’t even invited which is the main reason I don’t think I should be going. A knock on the trailer door makes me jump and I know that it’s Gracie and Lea. I glance at myself one last time.

The skirt I’m wearing is from the second-hand store. It’s red and tight, not something I would normally wear but I’m going to a biker party. On my legs, I’m wearing black tights with black booties that have a little chunky heel. On top, I’m wearing a loose fitting, but deeply rounded scoop-neck black top.

My auburn hair is curled, and my makeup is about as heavy as I wear it for work. On the weekends I usually go barefaced, but since this is a party at night, I decided to put some on. I pass Easton, who is playing with his blocks on the living room floor on my way to answer the door.

Glancing through the peephole, I confirm that it is Gracie and Lea. I open the door for them and they both smile widely as they step inside.

“Are you ready?” Gracie asks, bouncing slightly on her toes. I don’t know why she’s so excited, but it’s making me a little nervous.

“Yeah, I am,” I drawl slowly before turning to Lea. “He’s been fed, and he should go down within the hour,” I explain.

I give Easton a hug and a kiss, but he’s completely over me. He wants his best friend, Lea, instead. I tell her that I’ll have my cell phone on me all night, and to call me if there’s a problem. She waves me off, used to this whole routine since she’s watched him a few times over the year.

Gracie and I leave the trailer together, then head toward her parked sedan. I slip into the passenger seat, buckling my seatbelt before she starts the engine and heads toward the clubhouse. She starts chatting about the party and who will probably be there and who won’t.

I don’t miss her mention of Crooner, or the other mention of a group of girls being brought in for the single guys to enjoy. I turn my nose up at that, thinking that I probably should have just stayed home. When we pull into the clubhouse parking area, my heart starts to race.

It looks like the club in Montana, almost exactly. There are so many cars and motorcycles littering the parking lot that it gives me anxiety. Not to mention, the people that are walking around. I’ve never been to a big party at night, here, and I wish I could leave.

“Ready? I just texted Fish. He should be out to get us any second,” Gracie announces.

I want to tell her that no, I’m not ready, that I want to go back home, but my words are frozen, along with the rest of me. Fish appears a few moments later and opens her car door for her. I quickly scramble out my side, not wishing to be left alone even for a second.

Like a puppy, I hurry behind Fish and Gracie. “How are you doin’, Hay?” Fish asks as we make our way toward the front door.

I clear my throat, searching for my voice. “I’m okay. I didn’t know this was going to be so big.”

Fish looks over at me and gives me a wink. “You’ll have fun. You deserve to let loose a bit. You’ve been working and taking care of Easton twenty-four seven. Enjoy a night for yourself,” he states, opening the clubhouse door for us.

I give him a small smile and scoot inside. Walking through the door, I’m immediately assaulted by the thick layer of smoke that hits my face. I turn around to look for Gracie, but she and Fish are gone. I can’t believe that she left me alone, but I shouldn’t be surprised. They have a whole group of married friends that I assume they went in search of.

Slowly, I make my way through the crowd of people and head toward the bar. I don’t really drink, but I could use a bottle of water. I’ve worked back there, so I know that there are some in the small fridge beneath the bar.

Baby is behind the bar and his blue eyes meet mine as soon as I arrive. He’s the newest patched-in member of the Notorious Devils. I asked him once why they called him Baby, but he just shook his head, refusing to tell me. I thought maybe it was because he has such a baby face, but when his cheeks tinted pink, I knew it was something else.

“What are you doing here, beautiful?” he asks, his voice dipping low as he leans over the bar.

I blush slightly, not because I’m extremely attracted to him, but when he calls me beautiful his blue eyes glitter and causes a natural reaction, making my heart race. I’ve never had someone call me beautiful before, and even though my brain knows it’s just a term of endearment for him, and he probably calls all women that, my body hasn’t received the memo.

“Gracie made me come, then she and Fish ran off,” I shrug.

He frowns for a second, then walks around the bar and up to my side. “You want to hang out with me for the night?”

I bite the corner of my lip and shrug. “Okay,” I smile.

He returns my smile, slipping his arm around my shoulders and tugs me against his side. He’s big and warm, and I feel like a little girl next to him. “Who was patched in?” I ask, looking around the room.

“Grant, but his new road name is Ice,” he explains.

I catch something out of the corner of my eye, and it’s Grant, or Ice, now. I smile at him, but he’s got a strange look on his face, moving my eyes down, I gasp. He’s got a woman on her knees in front of him and she’s giving him a blowjob. It’s not that I’ve never seen it before, but it took me by surprise.

“Let’s get out of the party, beautiful. You don’t need to see all of this,” Baby mumbles, guiding me toward the back of the club.

I don’t bother telling him that not only have I seen it all before, but I’ve done it all too. Including things that are completely embarrassing and degrading. As we walk toward the back, I keep my eyes peeled for Crooner. I want to at least catch a glimpse of him if nothing else.

We walk outside, and I’m a bit disappointed that I didn’t see him anywhere. Then, I’m taken by surprise. There’s a huge bonfire and Baby guides me toward it. “It would be too much to ask if there were s’mores, wouldn’t it?” I ask, looking up at Baby.

He chuckles, sliding his hand from my shoulders to my waist. My body stiffens slightly, but I force it to relax. “No s’mores this time, beautiful. If you want to do that, we can soon though,” he shrugs. I look up at him, surprised that he’s offering to do something like that. “You can bring Easton too, we’ll have a mini campout,” he grins.

“Really?” I breathe.

Baby frowns slightly, his hand sliding up my back and he gently tugs on the ends of my hair. “Yeah, Hayden. It would be fun, he can play in the dirt and we can make s’mores. You never done that before?”

I shake my head. I’ve never done anything that would be considered normal. My mom was a crackwhore. She sold her body to the clubhouse to feed her habit. I was the kid that she had with the president.

Lucifer didn’t raise me, in fact, he didn’t pay me any attention and probably didn’t even know my name until my mother overdosed and died. CPS took me and dropped me off on his doorstep. I was already fifteen at the time, unfortunately, Lucifer didn’t have a fatherly bone in his body. He raped me the night I was delivered into his care and kept doing it until the Aryans kidnapped me. One hell traded in for another.

Baby’s hand slides back down and rests on my hip. “Then we’ll do that, Hayden. The three of us,” he says, his tone turning husky. There’s a meaning laced in his words, but I don’t want to try and decipher it.

I focus on the flames ahead of me, and the warmth they’re giving off. There are people all around us, but I don’t pay attention to them. Baby doesn’t say anything else, he keeps his hand on my hip while we look straight ahead.

I don’t know what this is, but maybe it’s what I need. He doesn’t make my heart slam against my chest, or my stomach flip like Crooner does, but maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe I need something easy and calm, and that’s what it seems to be with Baby, at least so far.

I watch them walk outside, and I follow behind. Baby has his arm around her and I growl when it slips to her waist, then her hip. I don’t know what he’s saying to her, but she seems engrossed in whatever it is. I’m going to fucking kill the little fucker, slowly.

“You can’t kill him,” a voice murmurs behind me.

Turning around, I see that it’s Snake. He’s got his arm slung around Ginger’s shoulders and they’re both looking at me. Ginger looks concerned, but Snake is smirking like a bastard. “I’m the sergeant at arms, I know where all the weapons are. I’m just staging my attack,” I shrug.

Snake shakes his head. “He’s a brother now, not a prospect and she is unclaimed. You want to change that status of hers, then you better do it. Otherwise, she’s fair game, brother.”

I growl but it only makes him laugh, and he ushers Ginger closer toward the bonfire. I don’t move though, I turn my focus back to Baby and Hayden. I drag my eyes down her body, and I groan when I see what she’s wearing.

She’s got on a tight skirt that’s so short her ass is practically hanging out. I didn’t catch a good glimpse at the front of her, but I’m sure that she’s showing more skin than I care for her to.

No way in fuck would I let her out of the house like that if she were my woman. Which is another reason why I can’t make her mine, because I would tell her what to do, and how to do it, including how to dress.

I turn away from them, not able to watch for a second longer. I want her, every fiber inside of me aches to claim her as my own. I can’t do that to her, though.

Goddammit, I want to.

“Hey baby,” a voice calls out.

I turn my head to see Jizzy sauntering toward me. I lift my chin at her and she gives me a coy smile. “You look lonely out here. Want me to keep you company?” she winks.

Glancing over at Baby and Hayden, then back at Jizzy I nod. “Yeah, let’s go by the fire,” I grunt, slinging my arm around her shoulder.

I don’t know what I’m doing right now. Maybe I’m trying to make a point, not only to Hayden but to myself, too. I’m no fucking good for her. Jizzy is the type of woman I can have. A clubwhore whose real name I don’t even know—that’s what my future holds. Not a woman like Hayden. Not someone who has been broken, who has survived and continues to thrive. I don’t deserve all of that in my life, not with the way I would want to own her.

Walking around the bonfire, I stand across from Baby and Hayden. They’re talking, so they don’t notice me, yet. She’s smiling up at him, and I fucking hate it. I want to beat his goddamn ass. Then my eyes trail down her body, again, and my cock stiffens.

I’ve never been filled with so much anger and lust all at the same time. I want to fuck her, right here and make him watch as I take her for myself. I want to show him that she’s mine, not his, he can’t touch her.

“Crooner,” Jizzy whines next to me.

I don’t even look down at her, I keep my eyes pinned on Hayden when I speak. “Suck my cock,” I demand.

Without hesitation, Jizzy sinks to her knees in front of me. She grabs at my belt with lightning fast speed and has my semi-hard cock out and in her mouth before I can blink. The bitch loves sucking cock, she also swallows, which is how she got her name.

Like the pervert I am, I watch Hayden as Jizzy sucks my dick. I smirk at the moment she realizes I’m across from her, and then I smile when her eyes travel down to the whore on her knees in front of me. I tangle my fingers in Jizzy’s blonde hair and fuck her mouth while Hayden watches—imagining that it’s her the entire time.

Hayden is pulled away, and I glance up at Baby who has turned her into his chest. He glares at me, but all I can do is lift my hand and give him the finger. I pull out of Jizzy’s mouth, my cock still hard but I know I won’t be able to come down her throat right now. I need something more.

“Down. Ass,” I growl.

Her eyes widen as she shimmies her short skirt up then turns around and gives me her ass. She knows the routine by now. I take a condom out of my pocket and roll it on my slobbery cock. Christ, I’m going to need a shower to get all this cheap pink lipstick off of my dick later.

Jizzy holds her ass cheeks wide apart and I spit on her a few times before I slowly sink inside of her. I wrap my hands around her ass, and I fuck her. Right in front of the bonfire, my eyes focused on Hayden’s ass as Baby holds her against his chest and whispers something to her.

It doesn’t take me long to climb higher toward my release, not with the view I have in front of me. When I come, I groan Hayden’s name, if she hears me, she doesn’t react at all. When I’m finished, I stand and pull the condom off, throwing it into the fire before tucking myself back into my pants.

Baby glares at me the entire time, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m saving Hayden right now, saving her from this as her fate, from being used and controlled by me.

Jizzy stands placing her hand on my chest. “Go clean yourself up, you look like shit,” I grunt.

She blinks, then smirks. “Want me to come back to you when I’m done?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Nope, I’m going to find some fresh meat,” I shrug. Her face falls, but I place my finger beneath her chin. “I might fuck your ass tomorrow though, how about that?”

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips as if she’s got some special secret just for me. I don’t know what it means, and I don’t give a fuck either. She turns around and runs off, leaving me at the bonfire.

I glance over where Hayden and Baby were, but they’re gone too. Running my hand through my overly long hair, I decide it’s for the best. It’s all for the fucking best—even if it feels goddamn awful.