Page 54 of Amy's Santa

“Who are you?” Flint starts shouting. “Let me go. What the hell do you want? Money? Huh, haven’t got much of that. I’ve done nothing to you, let me go.”

I tap Wizard on the shoulder, it’s clear he’s tense as he tries to hold himself back. But in deference to my being her father, he raises his chin toward me.

Stepping up in front of the man, I stand still for a moment. When I’ve got his full attention, I spit out, “You fucked with the wrong woman.” At his look of confusion, suddenly aware that Amy was probably not his first, I clarify, “Amy Norman.”

Flint stills, then protests, “I don’t know anyone by that name. You’ve got the wrong man. Now let me go and I won’t say anything.”

It’s him alright. But it’s possible he’s not lying. In such an establishment she could have used a fake name, so I refresh his memory. “Three months back at the Feathers BDSM Club. The woman you abused and raped. The woman you’ve been stalking ever since.”

He sneers. “Abused and raped? It’s a fucking BDSM club for God’s sake. Women go there to be abused and have sex.”

Wizard’s lost his patience and steps up beside me. “Penetration’s not allowed at that club.”

Flint pouts. “Well damnit, it should be. It’s a sex club.”

“It’s a kink club,” I correct.

He shrugs as if there’s no difference; however, I know there is.

Prez growls loudly, “There’s a thing called consent—”

“It was consensual,” he protests. “She wanted it that way. If she says anything different, she’s a liar.”

“Then why were you stripped of your membership? And why did the dungeon monitor who pulled you off, confirm her story?”

He blusters. “It was all a mistake. I broke the rules of the club, but I did nothing she didn’t ask for. Look, when a bitch is gagging for it, you give it to them.”

“I don’t believe you.” Prez’s voice has gone eerily calm. Wiz has learned a lot over the years from his old prez, it’s a bit like watching Drummer at work. “None of us,” he indicates the men standing around, “believe you.” He points to me. “This is Amy’s father. Do you think he’s going to show you any mercy?”

There’s a flicker of fear in Flint’s eyes, but still he tries again. “I didn’t hurt your daughter. Well, not beyond what she wanted.”

“She wanted to be raped?” I approach him having seen Prez’s chin lift. “If she wanted sex, why was she at a club that banned it?” When he opens his mouth, I give him the answer myself, “Because she wanted a safe place to play, where she could be herself, where she could relax and have fun, knowing there were limits.”

He must see something in the expression on my face, as he shouts out, “She wanted it. I swear. She wanted it!”

Knowing there was no fucking way she asked for anything of the sort, my fist smashes into his jaw. So hard, I have to give it a shake to remove the sting from it, knowing Marc will question why my knuckles are broken and bleeding.Must have hit a fucking tooth.And I’m right on the money, as he spits one out.

Wizard gently moves me out of the way and takes his place in front of Flint. He waits patiently while Flint spits more blood out of his mouth, and for his eyes to focus on him. “Now you’ve… met… Amy’s father, let me tell you who I am. I’m Wizard, President of the Satan’s Devils MC. Amy was born into this club, and unlike you, we’ll do anything for one of our own.” He pauses to let that sink in for a moment, the coldness in his tone emphasising the implication. Flint seems to shrink back into himself. His eyes open wide as it appears to dawn on him, if we’ve told him who we are, he’s not getting out of this.

“I’ll give you money. I’ll give her money. I’ve not got much, I’ll mortgage my house…” Christ, I wouldn’t be surprised if he offered us his children.

“Rude,” Wizard states. “You didn’t let me finish. Amy’s club property, ours to protect. More than that, she’s my old lady. You think money can fix what you’ve done? You believe the nightmares she still has can be wiped away with a handful of dollars? You fuckin’ know a submissive gives control to a Dom because she trusts him. She trusted you Flint, and you took that trust, tore it up and shredded it.”

“You let your old lady go alone to a kink club?”

Prez stops him talking with a fist to the opposite side that I’d hit, his Satan’s Devils’ ring contacting with his eye. Right on target.

“You’ve taken out my fucking eye!” Flint screams, shaking his head, trying to rid himself of the stinging pain.

“Not yet I haven’t, but it’s an idea,” Wizard says drily. “Blade, would you like to do the honours?”

Blade gives an evil and chilling chuckle and, as well as he can, flexes his gnarled hands. “Sure would. An eye for a rape. Sounds fair.” Then he snaps out, “Hold him.”

“No. For the sake of God, no.” Flint’s screaming. “No, you can’t. No!”

Throttle and Hound step up. It takes them a moment to subdue him, but soon Hound’s holding his head in a headlock and Throttle’s holding a knife to his throat.

“Move and this is all over,” he warns. “You might survive losing an eye, but I’ll cut your fuckin’ throat if you keep fighting.

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