Devil's Girl(16)

“Gunner was gonna teach me a thing or two, weren’t you Gunner?” she purred, stroking his arm. She thrust her tits out and pouted; his lips parted. Great.

“Gunner’s too busy to play teacher,” I said, wiggling in his lap. Sure enough, I felt him stir inside his pants.

“Or maybe he’s ready for something new,” she said. “Maybe he’s tired of the same old thing.”

Gunner’s eyes darted between the two of us with obvious amusement. “Or maybe the something new will break too easy. Maybe it needs a little more real-world experience.”

“Maybe you’re just washed up and jealous,” she smirked.

I slid from Gunner’s lap and got up in her face. “I’ll get a fork right now and pop those fake-ass boobs of your if you think you can talk to me like that.” God, I hated losing my temper, but after my frustration with Theo, this was the last thing I needed.

Gunner laid a hand on my shoulder. “Whoa now, ladies, no need to get violent. As much as I’d like to see it, I don’t need Nella blaming me and kicking you girls out. Why don’t we all go in the back and settle your differences?”

“No!” we both shrieked. That finally got Nella’s attention.

“Gunner, if you’re harassing my girls…” she called from up the bar.

“They’re harassing me!” He grabbed Dawn by the arm. “Something new, eh? Sorry, Ivy.” He shrugged at me. “I wanna play with those titties again before you go popping them.”

Fuckers! He led her away, leaving me alone with the empty stool and the remainder of his drink. I threw it back - bourbon, of course - and climbed onto the seat. My sensible self fizzled away beneath the burning shame and anger. Revenge. Revenge. I’ll kill the bitch. This is my club. I’ll kill her!



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I had a chance at revenge soon enough. It was only two days later, and Bill was holding an informal afternoon meeting.

I waited until Dawn returned from the bathroom. "They want a few beers in there," I said, "They asked for you specifically." She puffed up like a preening bird. Sucker.

Irish gave me a dirty look, but set her up with a tray of mugs and a pitcher. His pride was still smarting after she rejected him and insisted on continuing to call him Prospect no matter what she was told. When she disappeared into the back with the tray in hand, he said, "You're evil."

I shrugged and waited for the fireworks.

A bellow emerged from the back room, followed by several crashes, followed by a shriek. Irish and I exchanged a gleeful look as Dawn stumbled back out into the bar, her hair and shirt soaked in beer. Braless as usual, her nipples were plainly visible behind the thin wet fabric.

Bill followed on her heels. Uh oh. It was no joke to piss off the president.

He grabbed her shirt and yanked it up over her head. My stomach lurched. Ok, maybe I went too far.

"What are you doing?" she squealed. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts.

"Do you want to leave? You can head right out that door. You won't be allowed back in but no one will stop you walking out."

"No," she whimpered.

Bill pointed at Irish. "Get the leash." Irish blanched, but he jumped to obey. The other men had gathered in the doorway to watch the explosion and judging by their smirks, they weren't disappointed. Bill snarled at them, "Tonight, she's mine."

Irish came around the bar and handed Bill the old, worn leather collar and leash. I hadn't seen this particular punishment doled out often. It was exclusively for rulebreaking bitches, and while we could be a dumb breed, we weren't that dumb.

Bill snapped the collar around her neck. "Shirt stays off." He clipped the leash to her and twisted the other end around the leg of a barstool. "You don't move unless I retrieve you. Got it?"

"Got it," she squeaked.

He fished something out of his pocket - a pill, from what I could tell. Yup, definitely too far. "Open," he said. His tone left no room for argument, though for the first time, fear and doubt crossed Dawn's face. But she opened her mouth and swallowed the pill.

Bill pushed past the men back into the club room. They followed one by one, taking the opportunity to ogle Dawn's tits.

Once they were out of sight, Dawn looked to me with real panic in her eyes. "What the fuck did he just give me?"

"X," I said. "You'll be fine. I think."

She blew out a breath. "Hell, that's nearly a reward." Her eyes narrowed. "You're a real fucking piece of shit, you know that? Both of you."

Ha. Where's the airheaded, simpering little blond girl now? Her normally heavy bedroom eyes were filled with fury. "You stepped on the wrong bitch's toes. You'll learn your place after this." If I felt bad, I sure as hell wasn't going to let her know. I did whisper to Irish, though, "Keep an eye on her tonight?" He nodded.