Page 1 of Slayin Villain
Chapter 1
Rachel
I met Villain the day I fucked his president.
That’s not a confession.That’s just how things go at Royal Road, Nashville’s hottest mess of a biker clubhouse, where fireball shots flow faster than forgiveness and sin is currency.
Back then, I was still in scrubs.
Nurse at Silver Springs, the place no one wanted to die in.I worked double shifts, wiped asses, pushed morphine, and smiled through bullshit family visits.Satan, their old vice president, was there, and his men liked to bust him out every now and then.All for show.To give him a rise in more ways than one.
Yeah, Kingpin liked to fuck the nurses in front of the old man while he pretended to sleep.
I just happened to be a new nurse.
Lucky me.
That’s how I got invited to Royal Road.I was tired.Horny.Curious.
And yeah, I hooked up with Kingpin that first night I met him, in Satan’s room.Biker was dangerous and rough and didn’t ask questions.I never expected to see any of them again.
But then came Villain.
I remember the first time he looked at me like I wasn’t just another hangaround with fire-engine red hair and thick tattooed thighs stuffed into denim shorts.
“Yours?”He’d asked Kingpin, cigarette dangling from his lips as he nodded toward me across the casino.
Kingpin laughed.“She’s her own damn problem.Or she can be yourn.”
Villain just smirked.And from that moment on, I was Villain’s problem.
It was a typical night at Royal Road.One that tasted like too much whiskey and not enough sense.The compound was buzzing, live music pumping, nude girls dancing, Harleys lined up like beasts ready to stampede.I had on a fishnet black dress so short it should’ve been illegal, hugged every curve.And no bra underneath, just pasties.Let them look.Lately, they all had been.
But I only danced for him.
I spotted Villain leaning against his bike near the gate, arms crossed, watching like the lawman he was.Or rather a lawless man, since he enforced the rules of outlaws.He was all muscle and menace, golden hair and inked forearms.Dashing like a fairytale prince.Deadly, like a villain should be.
When he saw me, his blue eyes darkened even more.
“You trying to start a riot wearing that?”he asked when I reached him.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I said, slipping my fingers under the hem of his cut and tugging him closer.
He pulled me into his chest, hand resting just above the curve of my ass, claiming me without saying a damn word.
“You’ve been gettin’ a lot of attention lately, Red,” he murmured against my ear.
“I’m not doing anything,” I whispered, fluttering my fake lashes.
“That’s the problem.”
I laughed.“You jealous?”
He didn’t answer.Just grabbed my face and kissed me hard, one of those messy, mouth-on-mouth, the-whole-club-watching-be-damned kisses that screamed, MINE, loud enough for everyone to hear it.
Later, after fireball shots and dancing and a quickie in the back hall that left my thighs shaking and his zipper open, I was sitting on the bar, beer in hand, pretending to watch the game.But really?
I was watching him.
