Chapter Fifteen

Ivy

"Puck, leave Ivy alone and go do what I fucking told you to do," Mouth ordered, sliding a beer toward Trash. The big man had been sitting at the corner of the bar since I arrived for work. He really didn't say much, just grunted here and there.

He reminded me a lot of Hannibal when I first met him.

"I'm just keeping Ivy company, Mouth."

"Go. Now," Mouth growled while the young man sighed, sliding from the stool. "Talk to ya later, beautiful."

"Bye, Puck." I smiled, wiping down the section of the bar he just vacated. It was a slow day, but that was nothing unusual for a Wednesday. The clubhouse was generally quiet throughout the week, picking up on Thursday and staying busy until Sunday evening. The clubhouse became the go-to place for socializing, getting drunk, or simply having fun. People flocked to it due to the strip club being shut down for repairs.

Walking over to the quiet man, I leaned against the bar and smiled. "Hiya, Trash."

Nothing. Just a cold, icy stare.

"Did you know I'm a puppy girl? I like kittens cause they're all fluffy and cute, but puppies are my jam. What about you?"

Still nothing.

"I bet you're a fluffy kitty guy, aren't you?" I said, not caring that he wasn't responding. He couldn't sit there in silence forever. "My neighbor in the apartment building I live at posted a sign saying she had litter of kittens that need to be re-homed. If you tell me what you prefer, I can see if she has one."

He narrowed his eyes.

Pushing my luck, I scoffed. "I get it. You're a big badass biker and bikers don't like fluffy kittens. I'm telling you, Trash, own who you are. It's not your fault that you're a kitten guy. No shame in liking a cute little pussy."

The man growled, grabbed his beer, and walked away.

Laughing loudly, I shouted after him, "So does that mean I can talk to my neighbor about getting you one!"

"Girl," Mouth groaned. "You are poking the bear."

"Oh please," I jeered, rolling my eyes. "I'm not afraid of Trash."

"You'd be the only one," Frost said nonchalantly when he walked past before heading out of the club with Indigo right behind him, chuckling.

"Ivy!" Logic shouted from across the room. "Need to see you in my office now."

"Why?"

The man just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, looking at me like I should already know the answer. I mean, I did know, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him. He wasn't the one who had to take all those meds or deal with the horrible side effects.

Grumbling, I threw my towel down on the bar, slowly making my way toward him. The second I was close enough, I whispered, "I'm not taking any more meds, Logic. They make me feel loopy, whacked out of my head. I hate them."

"I know," the man said, motioning me to proceed with him. "That's why we're going to try something new. I've made several calls and talked with a few experts that treat others with your condition. There are new drugs on the market that might benefit you without making you irritable, but I want to try something else first before we go down that route."

I groaned, walking into his office, before plopping my ass down on the sofa. Huffing, I looked at him and complained, "Look, I know I'm fucking crazy and need those meds to level me out, but I'm not going to be your fucking guinea pig."

"That's why I want to try a new treatment with you."

"What?"

Logic took a seat in the chair next to me and smiled. "We're gonna talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Everything."

"I don't understand."

"You already know I'm a licensed psychotherapist. I have degrees in many fields, and while I am very good at what I do, I'm a better listener. So, for one hour, every day, with no exceptions, you and I will sit and talk. During that time, we will discuss how you feel, your thoughts, worries, what scares you, what makes you happy. Everything."

"That doesn't seem so bad," I muttered.

"We will also talk about your past, from your earliest childhood memory to when you walked into this clubhouse. We will even talk about your sexual needs and desires. We will leave nothing out, Ivy."

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him. "You want to head shrink me?"

"I don't use that term."

"Well, I do!" I shouted, jumping to my feet. "I don't talk about my past. Ever. It's done and over with. It has nothing to do with who I am today."

"That's where you're wrong, Ivy. It has everything to do with who you are. It's also the catalyst that resulted in your dissociative disorder. The first step in figuring out any problem is admitting you have one. And, Ivy, you have a big problem."

"Just give me the drugs."

"Are you saying you'd prefer to medicate the problem rather than discuss it?"

"No. I'm saying I fucking refuse to talk about my past. I won't do it," I declared, just as I heard a low growl.

"The fuck you won't."

Looking up, Luc stood in the doorway, glaring at me. "You will talk if I have to beat you into compliance."

"Don't threaten me, Luc. It won't end well for you."

"That a threat?"

"It's a fucking promise."

The man never took his eyes off me when he politely ordered, "Get lost, Logic."

"You know this is my office, right?"

Luc just stood there, unmoving.

Huffing, Logic got up and side-stepped around Luc as the threatening man stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"This is how it's going to go, Ivy. I'm in charge. What I say, goes. You want more of what I gave you last night, then you will behave and do what you're told. If you can follow instructions, I will reward you. You fuck up, I will deny you and use you for my gratification until you learn your fucking lesson. Got me?"

"And if I refuse?"

"Then you're kicked. Got enough shit going on around here. Don't need you flying off the fucking deep end when you don't get your way."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"If your dick is fucking me, it better be only in me."

He smirked, shaking his head. "Think you're missing the point, babe. I'm in charge, not you."

"Then let me be very clear. You want my compliance, you keep your dick in your pants. Because if find your dick in any male or female body that isn't mine, I won't think twice before killing a motherfucker, and then I'll rip your dick from your body and shove it up your ass. Think I'm fucking around, try me. I may be small, but I have a sadistic sense of retribution and I know how to use a fucking knife."

I knew he was getting turned on. I could clearly see the thick bulge in his pants. Motherfucker was crazier than I was.

"Fine, on one stipulation."

Waiting, I sat back down and stared at the son of a bitch.

"You will obey every fucking order I give. No complaints, no bitching, no arguments. Full submission."

"I'm not submissive, Luc."

He smiled a genuine smile. "I know."

Grumbling to myself, I poured whiskey into several shot glasses before placing them a little too forcefully onto a tray, knocking two of them over. Cursing, I grabbed two more shot glasses and slammed them down on the tray before filling them.

"You okay, Ivy?" Anne asked, concerned.

"I'm fine."

"You sure? Because you seem a bit agitated."

"The adjective you're looking for is incensed, furious, irritated, annoyed, exasperated—"

Anne held up her hand and nodded. "Got it. You're mad. What happened?"

"Don't want to talk about it."

Sighing, Anne picked up the tray and said, "Holding it in will only make it worse. I'm here if you change your mind."

"Thanks," I muttered, wiping up my mess. I side-eyed Luc, who was sitting at his table with Frost, Saint, and Alias, talking while Gina, the fucking whore, rubbed her fake tits up against him.

"Break time, Ivy," Mouth stated. "Gotta eat."

"Not hungry," I sneered, winding my towel tight in my hands as the fucking cunt raked her hands through his hair. Bitch touched one more part of his body I was going to rip her arms out of her sockets and beat her to death with them.

"Wasn't a suggestion, Ivy. You need to eat."

"I'll eat when I'm hungry."

"Now, Barbie, before I tell Ken you're not listening."

Turning to Mouth, I glared. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Holding up both his hands, he slowly backed away. "Luc told us to tell him whenever you didn't obey a direct order."

"Oh really?" I smirked, shoving past him.

"Ivy!" Mouth loudly whispered, and I ignored the bastard.

Anne stopped what she was doing and watched with rapt attention.

Indigo smirked while Logic shook his head.

Trash and Agony both silently stood off to the side, showing no emotion whatsoever, and my good buddy Slash, well, that fucker, started banging his head against a table.

Passing a table full of customers, I grabbed a longneck bottle of beer. Flipping it in my hand, I grabbed the neck, raised the bottle over my head, before swinging it at Gina's head, knocking her the fuck out. Dropping the bottle, I slammed my hands on the table, getting fucknut's attention, I sneered, "You don't have the sense God gave paste, do you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You have a problem, asshole."

Leaning back in his chair, Luc grinned, crossing his arms over his impressive chest. "Pray tell. What's my problem, Ivy?"

"You have a short memory span."

"Is that so?"

"Yep. I seem to recall an arrangement we made."

"I remember."

"Do you? Because nowhere in that agreement did you say everyone would babysit me! I don't need a fucking babysitter."

"No, you need a jailer."

"Fuck you, Luc," I growled, flipping him off.

I was done with this shit. I should have known the fucker wouldn't keep his word.

Walking away, I heard him clearly say, "Get back here."

The room went deathly quiet.

I kept walking and shouted, "No!"

When I went to take another step, he sneered, "I'm going to count to three, and if I have to get up and chase you, I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you."

That stopped me. The room went electric.

Turning toward him, I glared. "Fuck you, Luc. You don't own me."

"That's where you're wrong. One."

Huffing, I stood my ground.

"I'm not some fucking toy for your sick amusement."

"Never said you were. Two."

"You won't break me."

"Three."

The second he moved, I ran.