Chapter Fourteen

Luc

I was going to Hell.

I knew that the second she stepped into my playroom and smiled at me. I didn't know what it was about her, but after marking her while she slept, the desire to consume her overrode every sane thought I had. I tried to think logically that she and I would never work. That I was too old. Too set in my ways, that when it boiled down to it, the reality of us would never work.

Fuck reality.

I always preferred the darker side of life, anyway.

Besides, if I was going to spend the rest of my life in Hell, I may as well enjoy the fucking ride while I could.

Carrying her sleeping form over to the bed, I noticed how small she really was. How perfectly she fit in my arms. She was a tiny thing, barely coming up to my chest. But I knew looks could be deceiving. What looked like a cute little Barbie doll was nothing more than a feral pain slut who craved the dark and depraved. A woman after my own heart. Any other woman and I would have to hold back, forgoing my pleasure, but not with her. I knew that the second she moaned when my belt hit her now-red ass.

Carefully laying her on the soft cool sheets, I rolled her over onto her stomach, before reaching into the nightstand next to the bed, grabbing the arnica cream. While I liked dishing out punishments for my own perverse enjoyment, I wasn't a fucking bastard.

After applying the cream to her tender backside, I checked her over to make sure that no lasting marks would remain.

That's when I saw cum leaking from her used pussy.

Sitting back, I stared at the milky cream slowly oozing out of her swollen pink lips and frowned.

I rode her bareback.

In my haste to have her, I forgot to wrap up.

Well, shit!

Placing the cream on the nightstand, I stood and walked out of the room. Making sure the door was secure before I headed downstairs. Entering the main room, I walked over to the bar and sat, noticing Slash sitting at the other end, nursing a bottle of beer.

Mouth walked over. "What you want, Luc?"

"Whiskey."

Placing a bottle and tumbler before me, he walked away, saying nothing more, before disappearing from the room. Looking into the mirror above the bar, I noticed all my officers all sitting around, some looking at their phones, others saying nothing, while a small few stared directly at me.

Waiting.

Frowning, I poured my own drink when I heard.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Downing the drink, I poured another.

"You are not what she needs, Luc. You know that. Why did you do it?"

"Not having this conversation with you, Slash."

"Oh yes, you are," he growled, glaring at me. "She is my sister. I brought her here to start over. Not to become your personal fucktoy until you tire of her. Enough people have used her. I won't allow you to do the same."

Turning to my brother, I sneered, "You won't allow?"

"That's right!" he yelled, slamming his hand down on the bar. "You had no right. She's sick and you took advantage of her. She doesn't know what she's doing. She needs help. Not your demented perversion of help. When she wakes up, I am taking her away from here."

I smirked, pouring myself another drink. "Good luck with that."

"I'm not fucking around, Luc. Ivy isn't like your other women. She's damaged. She doesn't have limits. You will destroy her. Is that what you want?"

"Won't do anything she doesn't want."

"That's just it!" Slash roared, throwing his beer across the room. "She doesn't know what she wants. She never did. Her whole life, men like you decided for her. Fucked her seven ways to Sunday, with only their desires at the forefront. Her own father trained her the second she could walk to be every man's fucking warped wet dream, and when she outlived her usefulness, he sold her. Fucking sold her, Luc!"

"I'm not like him."

"No, you're fucking worse. You're the goddammed Devil himself," Slash muttered. "Look. Find someone else. Use the whores. That's what they are here for. Pixie seemed to enjoy herself the other night. Just leave Ivy alone."

"Can't do that."

"Why the fuck not?"

Refusing to say anything, I just sat there while everyone looked on, watching, waiting for anything. Even Trash, who rarely showed any emotion, stood off to the side, glaring at me, shaking his head.

"Luc, brother," Logic spoke up. "Slash has made a valid point. Ivy needs help. Right now, she's not mentally capable of making an informed decision about anything. Not even six hours ago, her mind was in chaos, and it triggered a D.I.D. episode. She needs extensive therapy, and while I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt her, there is the fact she is the biological sister of Malice. A brother in the Soulless Sinners Motorcycle Club but wait till you hear the rest."

Turning, I looked at Indigo, who nodded.

"The rest of her background came back. It's not good. Not only is Ivy the younger sister to Malice, but we also now know who her father is. Devlin Scott. The owner of the Trick Pony, a BDSM club in Miami, Florida. He's a sick, sadistic son of a bitch, brother. He's linked to many women who've turned up dead. Not that any of the cops could make a connection. Fucker is good at covering his tracks. If that wasn't bad enough, it didn't take me long to figure out who he sold her to."

"Who?"

Frost leaned forward and spoke up. "The Florida chapter of the Golden Skulls. The same chapter where Solomon killed seven club brothers. We think the savior Ivy was talking about is Solomon. The timeline adds up and, if we're right, the day Solomon killed those seven men, he also saved Ivy. With everything we have going on, you need to be damn sure about her, brother, because she is a problem we can't afford right now."

"She won't be a problem."

Slash scoffed, shaking his head as he got to his feet. "Fuck, you are just as fucking crazy as her. You know that? You can't control her, Luc. She won't fall in line with your dictates. She will do whatever the hell she wants, knowing damn well you will give her what she craves in the end. You've just become her new drug of choice."

With that, Slash walked out the front door of the clubhouse. Moments later, we all heard his bike roar to life before he peeled out of the parking lot.

"Anyone else got anything to say?" When no one spoke up, I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and stood. "Good."

"I've set the meet for tomorrow," Frost advised. "Since Los Santanas requested the meeting, we got the choice of venue. Which means the clubhouse needs to be cleared no later than six p.m. That should give our enlisted brothers time to set everything up. Mouth is working with the Plebs, making sure they gather all the requests that were made. But we have another problem."

"What?" Saint asked.

Frost looked from me to Slash, who showed up just in time for the club meeting. Fucker knew better than to be late. He still wasn't happy with me. Not that I gave a fuck. As far as I was concerned, I had settled the matter, and until Ivy informed me otherwise, nothing had changed.

"They've requested Ivy be in attendance."

Looking up from my glass of whiskey, I glared at Slash, who slowly shook his head. "Knew we should have killed those other fucks. Did they say why?"

"No," Frost admitted. "Only that if she wasn't there, the meet was off, and they would take it as an act of war."

Logic leaned forward. "She's a wildcard, Luc. Her mind is in turmoil. I don't have sufficient time to prepare her."

"Don't need to prepare her," I growled, taking a drink of the amber liquid before me. This was gearing up to be a major clusterfuck. Bad enough, the bitch killed a high-ranking officer in Los Santanas , but it was anyone's guess who would show up at the meet. The amiable and somewhat tolerable Ivy or the fucking hell-on-wheels alter ego.

It was anyone's guess.

"Maybe I haven't made myself clear. Ivy isn't in her right mind. Right now, she is incapable of following a direct order."

I smirked at that. "Wanna bet?"

Logic was about to say something more when Frost held up his hand, stopping him. "What do you mean by that, Luc?"

"Ask Slash." I grinned when my brother glared daggers at me. He knew what the fuck I was talking about, and though I could tell he didn't like it; he knew I was right.

Slash growled. "Fucking bastard."

"Tell me I'm wrong?"

"You're not and you know it."

"Then explain it to your brothers."

"She is my sister, asshole."

"Not by blood."

Slash raked his hands through his hair and spoke. "Fucker is talking about Ivy being a masochist. She craves pain. She gets high on it. Like any drug, she's always looking for her next fix. The meds Dr. Lansing prescribed for her helped curb that desire, but it's always there, laying under the surface. If she can't get it through sexual gratification, she has no problem self-harming herself to reach the desired high she wants. That's why I fucking hate that Luc preyed on her."

"Didn't fucking prey, asshole."

"Then what the hell do you call it!" Slash yelled. "You are a fucking sadist. We all know it. You get off on inflicting pain. It's the same fucking thing, only now you have a new pet to play with."

I chuckled at that.

He was right.

I did.

"You need to understand something if you go down this road with Ivy, Luc. She doesn't have a hard limit. Ivy's father trained her to accept all forms of punishment and torture. The darker the better. Without her meds, she will sink deeper into the void until there is nothing left of her. Is that what you want?"

"No," I admitted. "But you know I am the only one here that can get her to fall in line."

"By beating her," Slash grumbled.

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at Slash. "Pissing me off, brother. You know nothing, and I suggest you stop talking while you can."

"Luc's got a point, Slash," Logic spoke up. "While I understand the dynamics of such a relationship from a therapeutic standpoint, every one of us lives some aspect of the lifestyle. Some of us enjoy the darker side of sexual gratification. There is nothing wrong with that if both parties are consenting adults. That doesn't make any of us less than you or I. And while I still believe that Ivy needs therapy, not just for her D.I.D., but for many other things which I will not go into here, I will insist that if you keep her around, Luc, that you attend therapy as well."

I was about to tell Logic to fuck off when he added, "Not saying you need it, but with your past, it would be beneficial to work through some things as the relationship progresses."

"Don't have a relationship."

"So, she was a onetime fuck?" Slash challenged.

Growling, I was really close to kicking my brother's ass.

"Exactly." Logic smirked.