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  BLIND DEVOTION

  Chaos Bleeds, 4

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2014

  Prologue

  As he sat in Devil’s office, Pussy didn’t know why he’d been called to the president of Chaos Bleeds. Most of the time he was in this office for a meeting with the other men in the club, not one on one. Within a month of dealing with him, Frederick Gonzalez had changed the game, and now they were all in turmoil. The Skulls were no longer out of the danger zone. Tiny had had to make a deal with Gonzalez to get back Butch’s woman back. Pussy felt for the club. They all did. Gonzalez was proving to be a bigger problem than even he anticipated. So much had happened in the last few months, and Pussy was struggling to keep up. Their last visit to The Skulls had been around the revelation of Alex being a father. He joked about the trouble The Skulls were attracted to, but Pussy really wished for a break. Chaos Bleeds were starting to get problems at their door as well. This time it seemed the two MCs had the same problem to deal with.

  Their deliveries and rides were more dangerous than ever before, all because of their deal with Gonzalez on transporting drugs. Pussy hated going on the runs with his brothers. Being on his bike was the fun part, but the danger, the risk, wasn’t fun. The chance of them getting caught was stronger than ever. There was no way they could transport over thirty girls without someone finding out the truth. The deal with no girls had soon changed. Devil couldn’t refuse as their hands were tied. They all knew who the real boss was at the moment, and it wasn’t the president of their club.

  The fun of settling down was now turning into a nightmare. Moving around, never sticking to the same patch of land, had kept them away from greedy bastards. They were in danger of going to prison or worse, ending six feet fucking under. Pussy liked living, as did the other members in the club.

  “What can I do for you, boss?” Pussy asked, sitting into the chair. Staring at a picture on the far wall of Lexie and Devil had him thinking about Sasha Carmichael. Ever since their encounter over a month ago he couldn’t get her out of his mind. When he went to the diner he saw her sitting on her own looking petrified. He made a point of talking to her even though her stepfather hated him. Pussy didn’t give a fuck what others thought of him. The club mattered to him more than his own personal feelings.

  Running a hand through his hair, he forced himself to look away from the photograph. His president, Devil, was one lucky man, and all of the brothers were happy for him and Lexie.

  “The Skulls are now part of the shit. They received a head yesterday with one of Butch’s old friends. Her head was inside a box sent to Butch’s woman. Gonzalez has stepped up the game.” Devil was frowning as he spoke.

  “Okay, boss, you’re starting to scare me, and I don’t scare easily.” Pussy sat up and then leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees. He knew that Gonzalez was threatening their lives at every turn. A simple business deal to keep Curse alive had suddenly turned into a fucking nightmare. Pussy, for one, was tired of being the lapdog of someone he hated. Gonzalez wasn’t a good man, not even a decent man, and yet Ashley was still alive, which surprised him. “Was the woman a friend?”

  “No, the woman helped Butch escape Daddy Gonzalez when the kid was thirteen.” Devil ran a hand over his face. “Before I show you what I’m about to show you. I want you to know that I never intended for this to happen.”

  Standing up, Pussy waited for Devil to peel away the box. The moment he saw the severed head and recognized the hair, Pussy gripped his stomach. Fuck. He’d never been in love with Ashley. They were never going to get married, have a load of kids, and be happy. She was one of his best friends, the only female best friend that he ever had.

  “Is that Ashley?” he asked, turning away from the mess. Devil covered the head up.

  Pussy had dealt with a lot of shit in his time, but a severed head from the body of a friend was not one of them. When he was around, the enemy died, not one of his friends or the men he trusted with his life. This was why he went on the road. Once he was there, no one could get to him to make him care.

  “Yes.” Devil stood as well, moving away from the desk.

  “He killed her when he offered her protection.” Pussy paced the length of the office. He was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed. He would like to kill the bastard with his own bare hands.

  “Yes. We were meeting up with The Skulls for help, and now Tiny and his boys are in as much shit as we are. He’s been assigned the run with us to collect the girls.”

  Pussy shook his head. “A man this powerful, commanding this many men has to be seen on the Feds’ radar. There’s no way they wouldn’t be watching him.”

  “Then we’ve got more reason to watch our backs. Any Feds or undercover agents on this job are risking their lives to bring down as many people as possible. If not, then Gonzalez is just a criminal who’s been able to stay under the alert. It takes time for people to catch on when girls go missing. Take one or two from a state, no one sees what is truly happening. Either way, I’m not going down for this fucker. We keep our head above water. No more undercover deals. The boys using drugs, get them into rehab. I don’t want any of this crap to fall back on us. I’ve got enough to deal with without drawing more attention our way.”

  Pussy stared at the box thinking about Ashley. “Shit, who’s going to tell Mia?”

  Curse’s woman had been best friends with Ashley. Their friendship had been strange. They were like chalk and cheese, yet they stuck by each other through everything. Even Pussy admired Mia for what she had done to protect Ashley when they were younger. Mia had killed Ashley’s father when she’d stumbled onto him raping her.

  “She’s already been told. Curse is consoling her right now.” Devil looked down at the floor. “We’ve got work to do.”

  After he followed his president out of the office, they called everyone around them. There was nothing Pussy or Devil could do or say to make this any easier. Ashley was dead, Gonzalez had done it, and there was fuck all he could do about it.

  Separating the drug users from the group, Pussy started to make arrangements to have them booked into a rehab center. Nothing made any sense to him. Fuck, he needed to get his dick in a tight cunt before he went insane.

  ****

  Sasha leaned against the wall of the library. She listened to the hustle and bustle of everyone going past. None of them paid her any attention. She didn’t mean anything to anyone. There was a time when people would stop and say hello. Then her mother had married her stepfather, and now no one wanted to say anything to her.

  In one blow, the world had gone from a bright, shiny place to dark. The sudden blindness had been hard for the doctors to understand. She knew why, and so did her stepfather. It was the f
amily secret that no one else could know the truth of. Before the world went dark she’d loved to read about everything. There was a time she’d wanted to be a doctor, but there was no chance of that happening anymore. She was blind, so there was no way for her to treat the sick without being able to look. He’d taken everything from her, and yet she was more dependent on him now than ever before.

  In the medical book she’d read before she went blind she knew that an extreme blow to the head like in car accidents or falls down the stairs could cause amnesia or blindness, some sorts temporary and others not. She hadn’t died this time, but her stepfather liked to cause pain if he was pushed too far.

  God, she hated him. She hated relying on him as well. All of the friends she had in school were long gone. Everyone was afraid of her stepfather and wouldn’t come near her. She was twenty years old, and no one gave a shit about her. Her own mother was doped up on prescription medication while she suffered. She still loved her mother, but the woman was emotionally blind to the truth of her stepfather’s cruelty.

  Fortunately, the bastard only liked to hurt. He wasn’t interested in getting his rocks off, as otherwise she would have been in trouble. Her stepfather still liked her mother for what he wanted in the bedroom. It was strange the control he liked to exhibit over Sasha.

  She tensed as someone leaned against the wall next to her.

  “Who’s there?” she asked.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Sasha frowned. “Shane?”

  “Yeah, you remember my voice?”

  Remember? His voice was the only thing she could think about. The way her body awakened at the simple tones of his voice surprised her. The guys in high school had never been successful in making her feel anything. She’d never been great with understanding what boys or men wanted from her.

  She nodded her head, staring straight ahead of her. Was the parking lot completely tarmacked over, or were there flower beds dotted around to give it a more caring feel? Why was she thinking about the parking lot when Shane was close to her?

  “You shouldn’t be out on your own.”

  “I’m waiting for my stepdad to pick me up.”

  “And he left you on your own?”

  Not down to choice.

  There were still some men, rich men, her stepfather had to suck up to. She didn’t know the man’s name even though he had a rich Italian accent. Anyway, rich Italian accent guy had advised for her to go to the library. She got away with the help of a kind sounding secretary. Sasha hadn’t recognized the smell or sound of the woman helping her.

  “I guess.”

  “Look, I know you can’t see me and I’m sorry about that, but I just needed to see you.”

  She frowned. “You sound sad.”

  “Shit, you’re blind. You’re not supposed to know that kind of stuff.”

  “You can’t disguise your voice.” She folded her arms for something to do.

  What did he look like? She imagined lots of tattoos and a hard body like some of the action stars she used to watch.

  “I just lost someone who meant the world to me,” he said.

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “She was a beautiful woman.”

  Jealousy struck her hard. He loved another woman. But then guilt hit at her thoughts. He didn’t deserve her to be angry. They hadn’t agreed to anything, and this was the first time he’d actually talked to her.

  Had he sought her out?

  No, that was crazy. There was no way Shane would seek her out. She would bet every cent she owned that he was never without female company.

  “Was she your wife or girlfriend?”

  Shane laughed. “No, she wasn’t my girlfriend. She was a club whore. Don’t worry, pet. You don’t have a clue what’s going on. I just needed to talk to someone, and I don’t know why the fuck I thought to come to you.”

  She heard him move, and she reached out, holding onto thin air. Growling in frustration she took a step forward and tripped. Sasha let out a little squeal just before he caught her. His arms banded around her body, holding her steady.

  “What the fuck, baby?”

  Her head pressed against his chest as he spoke. The vibrations were amazing to feel. His body had to be twice the size of hers. The moment he touched her, those large hands wrapped around her body, she felt safe. This was insane. She couldn’t be feeling this way about a man she didn’t even know.

  “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to go.” She steadied herself.

  Shane walked her back until the wall stopped her from going anywhere.

  “Shane, what’s going on?” she asked. Heat bloomed inside her body. She wanted him to kiss her lips.

  Shit, her fantasies were so fucking childish. She had nothing to compare them to.

  “I don’t go by Shane, baby. I go by Pussy.”

  She frowned. “What?”

  “It’s my club name. I like to eat pussy and drown in pussy. It’s my name, and it’s time you recognized it.”

  His breath fanned her face. Licking her lips, she wished she could stare into his eyes.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  Tension built inside her, and she jerked as his lips brushed across hers.

  “It’s okay, baby. I won’t hurt you. Don’t listen to the shit people say. We don’t believe in hurting people.”

  Pussy’s lips crashed over hers. She ran her hands up his chest to circle his neck as one hand gripped her ass tightly.

  He pulled her close, and she felt the heat of his body through the thin dress she wore. The hard ridge of his cock pressed to her body. He was long and thick. She could make out the feel of him even through their clothing.

  As suddenly as he was there, kissing her, he was gone.

  “Shit, I shouldn’t have done that. Forget this ever happened.”

  In the next moment he was gone, leaving her lips tingling all over.

  Chapter One

  One month later

  The Skulls were now part of Gonzalez’s delivery boys just like the Chaos Bleeds crew. They’d collected the girls from one of the containers near the bay several miles away and distributed them to where Gonzalez wanted them working. Some of the girls were working in the strip club. Vincent was not in the best of moods to be handing out sex. Pussy hated the new life. There was no laughter, no freedom, and they were all waiting for the shit to hit the fan.

  For the first time ever, between the two clubs there was no hope. The last visit to Fort Wills Pussy had felt the change inside everyone. Butch had to work to earn back the title of being a member, and shit was going on there that Pussy didn’t understand. Tiny hadn’t just accepted Butch back into the fold like everyone thought would happen. He was waiting for the right time when Lash returned to have a vote.

  Nothing was worth what they were all going through. A lot of the men were in rehab to combat their drug addictions. Pussy was pleased he’d not succumbed to any addiction other than a nice warm cunt. He’d visited a couple of the men while they were coming out of it. The sight wasn’t pretty.

  Pushing all the nastiness away, Pussy stared at the woman bent over in front of him. Her creamy cunt was on display waiting for his cock, but he wasn’t feeling it. He’d been fucking her moments ago, but now he couldn’t forget the sight of his brothers barfing up and shaking as the drugs were slowly releasing from their systems.

  “Are you okay?” the woman asked, glancing over her shoulder to look at him. He wasn’t interested in looking the woman in the face. She wasn’t Ashley, and she wasn’t Sasha either. The woman in front of him was just a willing cunt for him to lose some time outside of his head. Life was crap at the clubhouse. Everywhere they went, life was shit, and Devil was being more cautious than he’d ever been in his life.

  “Yeah, baby. I’m good.” He collapsed to the bed. Even though his cock was rock hard, he wasn’t in the mood to do any of the work.

  “Do you want me to take care of you?” The woman
was naked with a set of fake tits and ass to go with it. He smiled up at her.

  “Sure, babe. Work those lips on my dick.” Placing a hand behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling as she cooed and pretended to purr like a kitten. Rolling his eyes, he let out a sigh. There was a time when a woman wouldn’t get any sleep once he got his hands on them. Now, he was fucking useless. No one was going to want to fuck him at this rate.

  She grasped his cock, removed the condom, and started to lick the tip. Glancing down, he watched her lapping up his pre-cum as if it was a delicacy she’d never tasted before.

  “Yeah, baby, take it all in.” He didn’t know her name, and he didn’t care either.

  Thrusting his hips into her waiting mouth, he closed his eyes, picturing Sasha with her lips around his cock. The little bitch had been invading his thoughts more and more regularly. No matter what he did, she wouldn’t leave him alone. The few conversations they’d had were not ground breaking, but he played them over and over in his mind. The kiss they’d shared had been fleeting and tame, yet it got him hot every time he thought about it. When it came to Sasha, all of his thoughts turned him on.

  He thought about her lips wrapped around his cock. Her long brown hair cascading over his body as she sucked him off was too much of a fantasy for him to ignore. Gripping the woman’s head, he slammed in deep, forcing her to take more of him.

  Within seconds he released into her mouth and wouldn’t let her go until she swallowed every single drop of his cum. When it was over he ordered her out of his room. The woman had the grace not argue or throw shit at him and left. The sweet-butts knew they were all in trouble and didn’t argue when an order came their way. Everyone did as Devil ordered the first time without making any waves.