Page 23 of The Devil's Weakness

To have her roll over and paralyze me with her fierce hazel stare. Get on top of me and plant her lips on mine. Rub her pussy back and forth over my cock, working both of us up into a frenzy that only a good fuck can satisfy.

She moans slightly, making my dick go from hard to painful in seconds flat. It’s hell tearing my eyes from her, but somehow I turn away and walk back to the door. But I can’t bring myself to leave. Looking to my left, I see a small table and two chairs. I grab one of them and place it in front of the door, planting my ass in it.

As I continue watching her, I think about why she’s here. I’m sad for her. A kindhearted and innocent girl such as herself shouldn’t be caught up in this bullshit.

You don’t know anything about her.

It’s true; I don’t knowher.But I know her story. I’ve been where she is now. I’ve seen the tired, lost expression in her eyes before. It spoke to me the first time I saw her. Her desire for adventure stems from the responsibility of having to grow up too fast. To take care of someone who gives nothing in return and sucks the life out of you.

Like her brother, Michael. Local druggie and low-life. I didn’t put two and two together when I saw the photo on her dresser, but when I was gathering more information back at the clubhouse before coming out here, it hit me. I know exactly who he is. We’ve had run-ins with him a time or two at The Devil’s Lair. He’s always in there trying to score, whether it be H or ass depended on the night. Sometimes both. I’ve seen her sometimes—never inside—but there to pick his worthless ass up.

He got banned ages ago, but he doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the word. The Skull doesn’t condone the hard stuff, and we definitely don’t get involved with Clubs that do.

I can’t help but think back to a time when I was more or less in the same spot Sasha is in now. My parents preferred alcohol over hard drugs, but the outcome of their addiction was the same. I was ten years old but always dropping whatever I needed to do in order to help them. Whether it was making sure they ate or going to the store to steal cigarettes. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for them.

They were the opposite of perfect, but they were the only family I had. Until the day Dad came home off his rocker. I’d seen him shitfaced thousands of times; this was different. He started fighting with Mom for no reason. They would argue all the time, hit one another, accuse the other of drinking what wasn’t theirs to drink; shit like that. But this time, Dad kept accusing her of breaking into our house. He went on and on about how he didn’t know who she was. It scared the hell out of me. This was more than just an alcoholic on a bender.

When he pulled out his gun and shot her with it, I ran out of the house before he could catch me and do the same. I never went home again. I ended up sleeping in one of the barns over at Miller’s Farm for a few nights. No one saw me, buried in the hayloft for cover. I would sneak into town at night and rifle through people’s trash, looking for something to eat.

That’s where Iron found me. He took me home that night, made sure I had a warm meal, a hot bath, and a soft place to lay my head. He and Patty unofficially adopted me after that. My dad got arrested, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. The police and social services would come around trying to take me and put me in a home, but Iron and Patty never let them. Iron told me it was because he was part of the Devil’s Skull, and that meant they made their own rules.

I became an honorary member of the Club until I could officially join at twenty-one, and I haven’t regretted it one single day of my life. I did what I needed to do to survive, and I came out on top.

Which is all that Sasha is trying to do now. But going down memory lane and thinking back to the days following my mother’s death reinforces why I can’t let this girl get under my skin any more than she already has. She put Iron’s life in danger. I owe him everything, and nothing will ever get in the way of that.

It’s time for Sasha to face the consequences of her actions.

Chapter Seven

Rubbing my eyes,I try to work the sleepiness out of them as I wake up. I glance at the clock on the bedside table, which reads 7:08 A.M. before I realize that a bright ray of sunlight streaming in through the window has awoken me.

That’s odd.

I know I closed the curtain yesterday after I got back from the gas station. Rolling out of bed, I walk to the window and look out. The parking lot is still vacant. I try not to focus on the curtain for too long. I probably just didn’t close it as well as I thought. Either way, it’s good I’m up. I needed to get an early start today.

Turning away from the window, I head into the bathroom, grabbing the toiletries I purchased yesterday from my backpack on the way. I need to call Steve or Ellie for a ride, but I’ll do that after my shower. It’s already going to be an inconvenience for them to drive all the way out here. I don’t want to wake them up too early, as well.

I turn on the shower and begin brushing my teeth while the water slowly heats to its peak, tepid temperature. I take a deep breath before stepping under the spray of water and try not to complain. A cold shower is much easier to suffer through than being run off the road.

I shudder, and it has nothing to do with the chill of the water.

This is the right thing to do, Sasha.

I wash as quickly as I can before rinsing the soap from my body. I let the shitty conditioner sit a little longer, hoping it will help calm the tangles in my rat’s nest. Once that’s rinsed out, I turn off the water and grab one of the scratchy motel towels from the towel rack on the wall. Wrapping it around my body, I step out of the shower.

When I exit the bathroom, I’m nearly struck dead by the sight before me. When my eyes meet his, it forces all of the air from me. My chest burns as I fight to pull oxygen back into my lungs.

It’s been a long time since I was in such close proximity to him. Not since that night behind the diner have I been able to look so far into his terrifying soul. His black stare screams of violence and horror. For a moment, it feels like I’m frozen. Like I’m under a spell and trapped in place for this predator to devour.

Now that I’m face-to-face with one of them, I realize I was wrong to think I was blowing things out of proportion. The threat is very real and as serious as the ferocious beast standing in front of me. Forcing myself to blink offers me a reprieve from his vicious glare. Finally, I’m able to move.

I scream and turn around, trying to run back into the bathroom. I don’t even make it one step before a pair of powerful arms wrap themselves around my torso and squeeze me tight, like a python killing its prey.

“Let me go!” I scream just before a hand covers my mouth.

“Shut up or, so help me God, I’ll snap your neck right now,” his murderous voice hisses in my ear.

I stop screaming because there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll follow through on his threat without thinking twice about it. With his hand still covering my mouth, he lowers me to the floor until my feet hit the carpet. My body betrays me as heat that has nothing to do with fear blooms deep within me, resulting from his touch.

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