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  DEMON

  Book 2

  Desert Rebels MC Series

  By

  Tory Richards

  Copyright © 2019 Tory Richards

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Editor: Alisha Corsi

  Cover Designer: Madelene Martin

  Chapter 1

  Bobbie

  There were three of us. We were kept naked and in cages, taken out when the bastards who'd kidnapped us wanted to play. And by “play” I mean forcing us to take drugs, forcing us to drink, forcing us to have sex. They gave us just enough food that we wouldn't starve, and made us shower because, in their words, they wanted us clean when they stuck their dicks in us. That was a joke, considering they were dirty, stinking animals.

  Our only relief was during the day when they were off doing whatever illegal activity they did. I knew what they were doing outside of those doors was illegal because I could hear them talking when they were in the outer room. The fact that they’d laughingly admitted that they'd killed members of another motorcycle club and didn't care that we heard them didn't leave me with a good feeling about our chances of survival.

  I wasn't sure if the other two women who were locked away with me understood the gravity of our situation. Looking at them, they appeared to be out of it. I could understand that. Between the drugs and the alcohol that they’d been plied with they were pale and motionless, sitting against the cage bars as if they were discarded mannequins. I had faked taking the pills the men crammed into my mouth every night, spitting them out as soon as I could without them seeing me. They wanted to keep us weak and vulnerable. They wanted us manageable. As long as I played nice and didn't give them any trouble, they wouldn't get suspicious. I knew that as soon as the opportunity presented itself I was going to make a run for it.

  I wouldn't be able to take Georgia and Sandra with me, but I could come back with help to get them. At least, that was my plan. First we had to survive what these assholes were doing to us. We had to play by their rules, and while I wanted to throw up every time one of them climbed on top of me or took me from behind, while I wanted to claw his eyes out, I forced myself to take it so they wouldn't suspect that I was sober and plotting. Fighting them would just leave me beaten and weak.

  Maybe even dead.

  When the opportunity arose, I was going to kill them.

  Roland would be the first one I went for, because he was the reason I was there, and he liked inflicting pain for no reason. All three of us had the split lips and bruises to show for it. Sandra had taken the brunt of it. She'd been a beautiful, innocent girl when we'd first been taken. Now she had clumps of her blonde hair torn out, and bite marks all over her upper body. Her eyes were black and blue, and there was a deep cut on her upper cheek, made by the heavy rings on Roland's fingers. That first night I'd noticed the blood between her thighs, and realized that she'd been a virgin. Since then she hadn't spoken a single word. She was a lifeless doll who they took pleasure in abusing.

  Georgia seemed to be holding up a little better. She was older than me and Sandra, and she chose to just go with the flow, accepting the booze and the drugs in a way that told me she was already used to them, even welcomed them. It was as if she’d accepted her fate and realized that staying doped up would dull what was happening to her. In a way, her compliant attitude had saved her, because the men didn't seem as interested in her.

  No, they wanted to know that they were hurting and destroying us, and they couldn't destroy a woman who already thought she was broken. Maybe she was the smartest one of the three of us.

  I was determined that they would not break me.

  The door opened, and I knew that another night of torture was about to begin.

  ****

  Demon

  My brothers thought I was spending so much time at Crystal's Palace because there was pussy there that I liked. They were wrong. I'd tell them the truth when the time came, but until then, it was my business, and they didn't need to know why I was spending most of my nights at the strip club. The reasons I went there had nothing to do with our purchase of the place. That had simply been a good business deal for the club. No, I went there for strictly personal reasons.

  I'd been going there to see Annabelle.

  I glanced up as LD, my VP, and Cole, my enforcer, entered the room, waiting until they were inside and the door was closed. They weren't going to like what I had to say, especially when we'd spent several unsuccessful months searching for the Devil's Soldiers, the cowardly fuckers who'd destroyed the clubhouse, and also killed several of our brothers. After we’d taken out their president years ago we'd patched-over most of what was left of the club, but there were still some who hadn't liked that arrangement and had refused to let the club die. Since then, they'd wreaked havoc whenever they could. But since the attack on the clubhouse, the fuckers had all but disappeared.

  After they'd blown up the old clubhouse we'd rebuilt something bigger and better with a layout that suited our needs. And this time I'd made fucking sure that we had a panic room. We had brothers and club girls who lived on the premises, and never again would they be left vulnerable under an attack.

  Once my brothers were settled and looking at me expectantly, I leaned forward with my fists on the table and got right to the point.

  "Just heard from Oz, and we have a fucking problem, brothers. We have a fucking traitor in the club!" My comment was met with the two men looking at each other with shock and disbelief on their rugged faces, and I knew then and there that they were solid brothers and not anyone I had to be concerned about.

  "What the fuck did Oz hear?" LD scowled, his features sharper than ever in a face weathered by the sun.

  "Heard from one of his fucking contacts in Vegas. There are rumors going around that the attack on the club was done by hired mercenaries." I let that sink in before continuing. "Got close to the clubhouse without detection because they were working with someone on the inside." I was so fucking angry it was hard to get the words out without exploding.

  "Before Gage succumbed to his injuries he said he'd seen Devil's Soldiers' cuts," Cole reminded me with a heavy frown between his eyes.

  Gage had managed to live long enough to get out that the fuckers who'd attacked the club had gone around shooting anyone they'd found alive after the explosion.

  "So did some of the others, but that don't mean shit," I snarled. "Not saying that some of the assholes we've had trouble with aren't associated with the old MC, but it doesn't appear that they're trying to start their club back up."

  "No wonder we haven’t found any of the bastards," LD snarled. "Is Oz getting names on these assholes?"

  "Yeah, I need somewhere to start," Cole added.

  I nodded with frustration. "He's working on it, and we can focus on them later. Right now I want the brother who betrayed us." I glared at each of the men in front of me before reminding them, "We lost a lot that day. We lost good brothers, and Fisher is still recovering." Fisher, a prospect, had received burns and other injuries from the fire that had resulted from the explosion that day. "Can't bring this to church. Don't want to tip off anyone." I steepled my fingers, my eyes glaring at what were probably the only two men I could trust at the moment. "We need to find out who our enemy is, and when we
do, I'm going to deal with him myself."

  Loyalty, brotherhood, trust--those were values we honored above all else. For one of our brothers to break that thread meant certain death. The real question was, why? We had a good, solid MC. Other than the two new prospects, most of the men had been members of Desert Rebels for a long time, and none had given me reason to question his motives. Now I had to look at my brothers differently, and I fucking hated it.

  "What are you thinking, Prez?" Cole questioned.

  I exhaled loudly. "I'm thinking that you need to start by going back to the day of the attack. Not all our brothers were there that day." Cole's nod indicated that he agreed. "This stays between us and Oz." I leaned back in my chair, wishing that I'd had the forethought to bring a drink in with me. I could use something for my fucking nerves. "Let the others in."

  Cole got up to do my bidding, and soon the rest of my men were crowding into the room and heading for their chairs. I studied each one through narrowed eyes, searching for something that would point out who the traitor was, satisfied that nothing peaked my suspicion. We had around fifty soldiers outside this room, some who rarely came to the club unless we were on lockdown or they were needed for something big. Most had families and jobs outside of the work they did for the club. Some occasionally showed up for a party. If a call went out that we needed them though, they all showed up.

  I couldn't see the traitor being any of them, but no one was off the table. Cole was good at what he did, and I trusted him to find the answers.

  Once my brothers were situated and looking at me to start the meeting, I cleared my throat. The underlining anger over Oz's call to me an hour ago was still there, but I managed to keep from exposing it now that I'd shared it with Cole and LD.

  "Got a lead on three Devil's Soldiers," I started out by saying.

  "'Bout fucking time!" Colton snarled loudly.

  "Where?" Cole asked above the men's murmurs of excitement.

  "Rachel."

  "Rachel!" Junior hooted. "That fucking town has, what, fifty or sixty people living in it? Should be easy to find them."

  "Might as well advertise," Riggs snorted. "Stupid fucks."

  "Let me guess," Cole smirked. "They're staying at The Little A'Le'Inn."

  He was joking, but his grin disappeared when I raised a brow and grinned back at him.

  "You're fucking kidding," he laughed.

  "I am, brother. They've been seen eating there, but apparently they're staying in an RV park behind the inn."

  "I wonder what the fuck they're up to," Loco quipped.

  "Not staying low key if they're wearing their cuts," Sax pointed out.

  I shrugged. "Could be they're advertising where they are for a reason." Maybe they wanted to be found. Maybe it was a rouse to get us there. I didn't like that after months of no sign of the fuckers, we suddenly had a lead on three of them. It was too conveniently easy.

  LD snorted. "More likely they assume our influence doesn't reach that far."

  LD was right.

  "For all we know, they bought those cuts at a garage sale," Oz joked, drawing laughter.

  MC cuts weren't exactly something you’d ever see at a yard sale, not ones from a serious biker club anyway. Most wore and kept their cuts for life. They were worn for identification and with pride. One of the worst things you could do to a brother was to take his cut and destroy it, which is what I was going to do with the traitor in our club. Before I ended him.

  "So, what's the plan?" Loco wanted to know.

  I cut my eyes to Cole, our enforcer. Every brother in the club wanted to see the end of these fucks, especially the ones involved in destroying the clubhouse and killing our brothers. Taking care of shit like this was his job, no matter that he had an old lady now. Plenty of brothers had old ladies. He and Raven had been together long enough for him to have educated her on life in the club. Hell, she'd been through and seen enough chaos to figure out that we did whatever we had to do to protect our club and families.

  "I'm ready," Cole muttered.

  "Know you are, brother." I couldn't help the smirk. "So am I." I glanced around the room, trying not to think about who the fucking traitor was. All I saw were hard, determined faces with eager readiness gleaming in their serious eyes. They wanted revenge for all that we'd lost the day of the attack. "We can't all go, we have businesses to run. LD will stay and run shit while I'm gone. Cole's worked out the schedules for the week, but Oz will handle any changes." The schedules were for protection at Crystal's Palace, Playtime, and Naughty Secrets, legal brothels that we owned in the Vegas area. We also had a construction company, and had been contracted to do roofing at a new upscale housing development on Lake Mead. "Cole and Sax will come with me."

  "What if this turns out to be a fucking trap?" Riggs face was practically swallowed up by the bushy beard he sported. "Don't forget they lured some of us away to the construction site the day they bombed the clubhouse."

  Riggs had taken a round in the leg that day. He'd been at the construction site putting on a new roof with Sax and Loco when they'd been ambushed by Devil's Soldiers. Several of us had taken off from the clubhouse and rushed there to give them backup, leaving behind prospects, club bitches, and a couple of patched brothers.

  "No one's forgotten that, brother," I managed. Anger over that whole fucking day and how shit had gone down would never be forgotten. "Hopefully we've learned from our experience." A few brothers nodded in agreement.

  "When you leaving?"

  Junior had asked the question, but I glanced at Cole and Sax. They both had old ladies, though lately things had seemed tense between Sax and Holly."Today, so you brothers let your old ladies know."

  "Raven is in Bisbee helping out her mom. She fell and broke her leg."

  I didn't have an old lady, not since Julia, and it was doubtful that I ever would again. I'd only married her because we'd been teenagers and she'd said she was pregnant. Turned out that she wasn't, but we'd given the marriage thing a try for a while, even bought a fucking house. I got a job as a prison guard; she worked as a groomer in a pet store. Did the kind of normal shit married couples did, but normal hadn't worked for me, and after a while shit fell apart.

  Apparently, normal hadn't worked for Julia either, especially after I'd lost my eye in a prison riot. Soon after I'd given up that fucking job and joined Desert Rebels as a prospect, back when Killer had been alive and the president. Julia and I had remained married but on paper only, until one day, out of the blue, she'd served me with divorce papers. After that she'd left for Vegas with her new boyfriend, and I hadn't seen or heard from her since.

  Guess I was one of the lucky ones.

  "Holly won't give a fuck." Sax's tone sounded defeated. "She's pissed at me right now."

  Normally the brothers would rib him about something like that, but they knew better than to say anything when a brother was hurting. We'd all seen and heard the fighting that Sax and Holly couldn't seem to keep at home. Lately Sax was spending more time in his room at the clubhouse. I didn't want to get caught up in drama between brothers and their women unless it started interfering with the running of the club.

  "Okay, then, we can take off now." I was good with that. "Church is over."

  The sound of several chairs scooting back could be heard as brothers got to their feet. I noticed that Oz, Cole, and LD didn't move. Sax stopped from leaving the room when he realized that Cole wasn't behind him. He turned and looked back.

  "Be right out, brother," I said, sending him on his way.

  "You think Sax is a good choice to bring with us? His mind isn't in the right place."

  I snorted at Cole's concerns. "Yeah. He needs something else on his mind. Whatever the fuck is going on with him and Holly will take care of itself in time."

  "JoJo thinks it has something to do with Holly wanting kids."

  I snorted. "Everyone knows Sax doesn't want kids, he's made that clear more than once."

  Cole shrugged. "Raven says Ho
lly wants a baby. It's worse now that JoJo and Ellie are pregnant."

  Old ladies, babies--Christ, I was glad I didn't have either. I exhaled loudly. "That's for them to work out." I got to my feet, pinning a serious gaze on LD. "I don't expect we'll be gone more than a day or two. Keep your eyes open for trouble just in case someone tries a repeat of the shit that went down a few months ago."

  "Will do."

  I knew that he would, too. LD was a ruthless, dangerous fuck, lethal with a knife. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

  Chapter 2

  Bobbie

  It was quiet, but I knew that it wouldn't be for long. It was getting to be that time of day when the men would return and everything would start back up again. I glanced across the room to Sandra's cage. The girl wasn't going to make it. She was so traumatized over what we were going through that she'd shut down completely. She’d had nothing to eat or drink for days. They'd stopped wasting their booze and pills on her because she didn't have a spark of life left in her. And now they rarely let her out, disinterested in the once-pretty girl that they'd ruined.

  Georgia and I were surviving. The older woman was tougher than she looked, and seemed to know just how to act to keep the men from hurting her too much. I had to wonder if she'd been through something like this before, or if she'd been hardened after years of working and scrapping for everything she had in life. I remembered that before they'd forced us to strip her clothes had been worn and faded, maybe hand-me-downs from a thrift store, because they hadn't exactly fit her right either. She looked like a woman who adapted to her surroundings in order to survive.

  I'd been wearing jeans, sneakers, and a tee when Roland had taken me. I'd just finished up work for the day. I cleaned a small clinic. It wasn't much, but the money was good. I liked working for myself, and I liked working alone. I'd stopped off at the local bar for a drink and to wind down. I vaguely recall Roland sitting down next to me and trying to engage me in conversation, but I'd ignored him. He’d apparently slipped something in my drink, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a cage.