Ruin and Rise(10)

The moment he walked up toward the bouncer guarding the door of Dominion, the guy tensed up.

“Hey, boss.”

“Hey.” He wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. His good mood had evaporated the moment he’d realized that he might have to protect another young girl. Fucking priceless. He was considered the worst kind of monster to fuck over, and now he was thinking of protecting a little girl that hadn’t even been born.

If he really thought about it, Daniella shouldn’t have been born.

“I need to talk to you, boss,” the guy said.

“What about?” Zeke asked. He wanted to go into his club, pick a woman to torture and fuck, then go home. The last thing he wanted to talk about was actual business. He’d dealt earlier that week with Dominion business, and had to kill the fucking barman for slapping around his girls, and taking money from the till. Zeke didn’t allow anyone who stole from him, or touched the girls, to get away with it.

Apart from Shakes.

That slippery little fucker had evaded getting killed because of Dani.

“I thought you’d like to know that a Soldier is here.”

The way he said it, Zeke knew he wasn’t referring to a military man. The Soldiers were known for being unpredictable. Zeke always wanted to be aware of their presence in his club, any of his clubs. “Are you fucking sure?”

“Yes. He’s not wearing colors, but you got all of us to recognize them. He paid in cash, and he entered a few minutes ago.”

He didn’t need this today.

“Thanks.” Entering the club, Zeke was on high alert. He was no longer looking for some fun, but a for guy who might be here to fucking kill him. Zeke wouldn’t put it past Demon. He’d tried to threaten him to take Shakes back into the club, but that had been a waste of time. Demon had agreed to talk to him, to see where Shakes stood with everything.

Entering his club slowly, Zeke didn’t admire the artwork of the torture taking place. Women moaning and screaming in both pleasure and pain filled the room, but it didn’t call to Zeke.

He’d learned at a young age that pleasure came after business. Walking around the club, he did it slowly so that he saw everyone and everything. Zeke didn’t stop to exchange pleasantries, nor did he respond to the women who’d noticed him. He’d pick the bitch that was going to be on the end of his dick later.

“You can stop looking for me,” Striker said.

Zeke recognized him instantly. The moment he’d made his mind up to do business with the Soldiers of Wrath MC crew, he’d gotten information on all of them, including this one.

“You’re alone and without your club marks showing.”

“I’m not here because of the club.”

Zeke recognized Striker represented no threat. “You better come to my office. Shit that needs saying doesn’t need an audience, and walls have fucking ears.”

Leading the way toward his office, he opened the door, flicking on the light. He smiled when he saw Tora still chained up in her cage in the corner of his office. But the woman moaned in pleasure when she saw Zeke. He didn’t allow pleasure to come before business; however, it didn’t stop him from taking pleasure in his office.

Tora wasn’t in his office for pleasure. She had been a very naughty girl.

He’d fucked her a couple of times. Her pussy wasn’t all that good, since she was loose as a fucking crack whore wanting her next fix. Her ass still provided a good source of release, and he loved it when she begged for him to stop, all the while riding him harder than fuck.

She was a good ass screw, and she liked it when he used his belt on her ass. The problem was, she thought she meant a little more to him than a simple fuck. She’d started mouthing off to the other girls and telling the men how the place was going to be run. No one told his workers how to do shit. No one.

“Give me a moment while I deal with her,” he said.

Opening the cage, he pulled Tora out and made sure she was on her feet. “The next time you think of talking back to the other girls, you think again. You’re nothing but a fuck, Tora. You mean nothing to me, and I’ve told the men you’re free goods. They want to fuck you, and you’re willing, they can.”

“That’s rape,” she said a little too breathlessly. She liked to pretend she didn’t like it.

It wasn’t, not when it came to her. Zeke saw the lust in her eyes. The girl was a whore. She loved cock, relished it when it was rough and hard.

“It’s not if you want it, Tora, and you and I both know you love it. I’m done with you.” He flicked his hand toward the door letting her know he was finished.