Bent, Not Broken(25)

Demon turned and glanced at Joker, his dark eyebrow lifted as if he, too, was surprised at hearing her say that. Joker’s phone vibrated, and he grabbed it out to see Zeke had messaged him.

Zeke: Daniella said you’re there.

Joker: Yeah. We’re heading out now.

“That was Zeke; we better head out.” He looked over at the two club members ahead of him, gave them the motion to go, and he gestured for Daniella to climb in the backseat. Shakes opened the door for her from the inside, grabbed her bag when she set it on the seat, and Joker watched her climb in. Once the door was shut, Joker continued to stare at her in the rear view mirror. The way she had reacted when they mentioned Zeke led him to believe she might just hate him as much as they did. Shakes was watching her, too, and Joker wanted to smack him upside the head, because the look on the other man’s face screamed that he didn’t care about anything but getting his dick wet with this young woman.

“Let’s roll, man,” Demon said, and Joker snapped out of his thought and started the engine. He pulled out of the parking lot and followed the bikes back onto the highway. It would be a long three hours in the car, especially with Daniella looking stiff as fuck, uncomfortable, and trapped in the metal box with three badass bikers.



Amy stared at Deanna and three women that were known as sweet-ass in the club. She knew, at least she had heard, what being a sweet-butt meant, and it slightly nauseated her. To know that a woman would willingly share her body with men she didn’t really know, and would have no relationship connection with, baffled her. She had never been with anyone sexually—willingly that is—aside from Joker. Her bastard father didn’t count.

“You have a lot on your mind,” Deanna said, and glanced up from the pot of spaghetti sauce she was stirring. “I can see the thoughts moving across your face as if you’re worked up about something.”

She stared at the other woman, knew from Joker that she had been given to the club as payment by her father. Her own father. But she also knew that Deanna was a strong woman. Amy and Joker had talked about the shit that had gone down with Deanna, and although Amy knew club business was not her business, she knew Joker had been honest with her. As she stared at Deanna, knowing that her deadbeat father had traded his daughter because of a debt, Amy knew that her life now wasn’t as bad as it could be. Yes, she’d had a shitty past, had lost her mother far too soon, but she was alive and trying to live a healthy life.

“I know you’re thinking what I thought when I first got here.”

Amy didn’t answer, but smiled.

“I was thinking how in the hell could these women essentially whore themselves out? I mean they fuck any and all of them at the snap of a finger, and for what, in hopes of being an old lady or something?”

Amy nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, but I know that I shouldn’t think and worry about what others do. My life certainly hasn’t been perfect, and I have no right to judge others.”

“Sweetheart,” Deanna set the spoon down. “We can judge, because we’ve lived a shitty life, know what it means to have to struggle, and because of that, we see things on a different level.”

Amy knew what Deana was speaking about and understood where she came from. She’d been an introvert her whole life, and she knew it was because of what had happened to her. To give her body willingly to a man in hopes that he’d love her, just seemed… wrong and sad.

“You’re doing okay here though?”

Amy thought about Deanna’s question. She had only been here for a few hours, and so far everyone had been nice and accepting. The women that walked around made her a little uncomfortable, because she thought about Joker being here, seeing them, wanting them, and being with them.

“Hun, he doesn’t want anyone but you,” Deanna said and smiled, and Amy realized she hadn’t thought those words, but rather, said them aloud. “There are all these girls walking around, their bodies on parade, and the raunchy shit they do out on display.” Deanna shook her head. “When one of these men claims a woman as their old lady, there isn’t anyone or anything that will deter them from having them fully.” A smile filtered across Deanna’s face, and Amy knew that the woman, even if she had been here against her will at first, was totally, madly in love with Demon.

“You’re really happy here?” Amy asked her and Deanna didn’t even hesitate.

“I am, and I know that if you allow yourself to realize you deserve to be happy, then you’ll be happy here, too.”

Amy knew that and knew that Joker was the one for her. She just needed to realize and accept that she was worthy of being loved and being happy.