Chapter Seven

Ivy

Nothing really shocked me anymore.

The club brothers were partying again.

It was the same every night.

Music, booze, sex, and girls.

The crowd at the bar was larger than usual tonight, with the scent of alcohol and perfume mixing in the air. I even spotted a few civilians, their curious glances betraying their unfamiliarity with the clubhouse atmosphere.

Blocking out the noise of the crowd, I made my way to the bar. I found a safe spot for my backpack in a small cubby and grabbed a clean rag, giving Mouth a gentle tap on the shoulder. "Who is serving tonight?"

"Anne," he said, sliding a cold beer towards a club brother, the condensation dripping down the sides of the glass.

The sound of my name being hollered startled me and made me look around to see who had called me.

I shifted my eyes away from Mouth, I couldn't help but notice the piercing glare fixated on me when Luc shouted, "Whiskey!"

His booming voice echoed through the crowded bar.

I nodded, signaling my understanding and immediately reached for a clean glass and a fresh bottle. Carrying them in hand, I walked around the bar where I witnessed Gina trying unsuccessfully to give him a blowjob.

Out of all the club whores, Gina was the only one Luc would allow near him after he broke in the new girls. Even then, it was only to give him head. The fact that she serviced the president of the club made her think she was untouchable, believing she was better than everyone else. And of course, she made damn sure all the girls, including me, understood that she reigned supreme.

Like I gave a fuck.

Gina was nothing more than a cum bucket.

I placed the glass on the table, I poured the shot with utmost precision, relishing in the sound of the liquid glugging into the glass, which seemed to fill the entire room. Placing the bottle next to him, I could feel the intensity of his eyes as they remained locked onto mine. He had been acting strangely ever since I'd completely lost it and gone all Jason Bourne on those assholes. In fact, all the brothers had become intensely curious about me. Though I despised being in the spotlight, I silently prayed that the spectacle of my freak out would fade away in due time. After picking up the empty beer bottles, I righted myself.

"Anything else?"

That's when Gina, the fucking whore, bumped into me, knocking me off balance. Quickly grabbing my tray, I glared at the bitch just as Luc responded with a resounding, "No."

Looking around the table, I asked, "Anyone else?"

Indigo shook his head, and Frost held up a bottle of beer.

"I could use a fresh one, Ivy."

"Coming right up."

I winked mischievously, pivoting on my booted heel, and deliberately stomped on Gina's ankle before striding off.

Hearing the audible snap, I grinned.

The bitch screamed, falling away from Luc's exposed cock, crying while she grabbed her ankle.

"Oopsie. My bad." I feigned shock before flipping the cunt off.

Making my way back to my spot behind the bar, I observed Luc shoving the crying bitch off him as he hastily tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants.

Bitch couldn't even keep him hard.

With a bottle of whiskey in hand, Luc stormed off to his office, making sure to slam the door behind him.

"Look alive, Ivy," Mouth whispered, standing next to me. "Frat boys just walked in."

Shit.

With a nod, I busied myself, filling orders, while Mouth handled the brothers' affairs. Having a bunch of college kids walk in, eager for a good time, was nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, just as expected, after a couple of playful drinks, those brats would always become overly confident, resulting in utter chaos.

Keeping a watchful eye on the rowdy frat boys, Anne approached with an empty tray. Anne had a gentle, kind-hearted nature. Balancing the role of a single parent, she successfully held a part-time job at night, pursued her studies, and raised her daughter. Anne made the tough choice to kick her baby daddy to the curb after uncovering the truth about his past relationships with two other women.

"God, I hate when they show up."

"What do they want?"

"Beer, of course." The young woman groaned. "My ass is already sore. Told them I wasn't a club whore, but apparently, they are all deaf."

"They give you any more trouble, let me know."

"Of course, Ivy," Anne said with determination while she gathered her tray, which was now filled with various items, and headed back towards the boisterous group.

Throughout the next few hours, I couldn't tear my eyes away as the frat boys grew progressively more aggressive toward Anne. The poor girl had already been pushed to her breaking point when one of the ignorant frat boys carelessly seized her by the waist, causing her to accidentally drop her tray, its contents scattering across the floor. She immediately turned and delivered a sharp slap to the college fucker, who retaliated instantly, backhanding her across the face.

Without hesitation, I sprang into action as Anne's scream echoed through the air.

I leaped over the bar, charging toward the obnoxious fuck, forcefully bringing him down to the ground and delivering a solid punch to his face. Mistaking it for an invitation, his buddies took action. Suddenly, one of them grabbed ahold of my hair, forcefully dragging me away from their friend, and then struck me hard with a backhand, causing me to stumble and collapse onto the floor. The fucker I tackled quickly got to his feet and yanked Anne toward him before bending her over the table.

"This fucking bitch is mine!"

That's what he thought.

Kicking the fucker who grabbed my hair in the balls, I rolled to my feet, reaching for my knife, when Slash grabbed me from behind.

"Jesus fuck, Ivy. Enough!" he shouted.

Saint, Indigo and Mouth quickly subdued the rowdy group of idiots escorting them from the premises while Frost looked at Anne.

"Girl, are you looking to get kicked? ‘Cause Luc is just itching for a reason."

Pushing Slash off me, I turned to face him, my voice dripping with contempt. "If he really cared about Anne, he would have done a much better job protecting her."

"It's alright, Ivy," Anne said. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not!"

"Go walk it off, Ivy," Mouth ordered loudly.

Completely disregarding the people around me, I made my way to the bar, snatched a bottle of whiskey, and stormed out of the back of the clubhouse. I sank into one of the many chairs, I twisted off the bottle cap, raised it to my lips, and took a satisfying swig.

Every single day of my life, I battled tirelessly for the most uncomplicated desires. I fought for everything. Most days, I just fought to live to see another day. No one understood the true depth of horror that roamed this earth.

I did.

I fought the fucking Devil himself for years, only to be tossed away into another hell.

I'd be damned before I allowed any of that shit to touch Anne.

She wouldn't survive it.

Not like me. I was born and bred in the fires of Hell. I was used to men like those sick fucks. They were all the same, until someone challenged them. Some men didn't care when a woman stood up to them. Hell, I even saw one man smile when his woman got in his face. But he was a rarity.

The men I knew. The men who influenced my upbringing were so deeply entrenched in a culture of violence that they would readily resort to physical aggression to assert their power over women without any hesitation. The sicker they were, the darker and more malevolent their souls turned.

They had complete freedom, and I mean there was not a single thing they couldn't do.

I swallowed another mouthful, and the darkness surrounding me seemed to intensify, matching the fury building inside me, urging me to unleash my own brand of justice on those sons of bitches. Men like those frat boys would never learn. They were already tainted. Trained by their fathers from birth to use and abuse, by any means necessary, to achieve what they wanted in life, without regard for those around them.

They were nothing more than garbage.

Movement in the darkness had me looking up from where I was sitting. I spotted Luc standing in front of Pixie, emanating an intense and formidable presence with his arms tightly folded over his broad chest. Even from my spot, concealed in the shadows, it was impossible to miss the evident bulge in his pants.

"Don't have all fucking night, Pixie," he snapped, pointing to the ground in front of him.

Without hesitation, the club whore dropped to her knees, her actions an obvious display of obedience. The moment her eyes met his, he delivered a sharp, stinging slap.

Sitting up fast, I gasped when I caught sight of Pixie's radiant smile directed at him. She was enjoying this. I could clearly see her erect nipples. Sexual excitement coursed through her.

Luc smirked when he gripped her jaw firmly. She immediately complied by opening her mouth wide as he withdrew his penis, and that's when I saw his piercings. The moonlight glistening off his Magic Cross, two beautifully placed piercings through the head of his cock, crisscrossing in an X-pattern. As he stroked himself, I saw his reverse Prince Albert piercing, and when he lifted his cock allowing me to see the underside of his cock, I wasn't shocked to find a Jacob's Ladder as well. He had beautifully decorated his cock, clearly designed for maximum pleasure. So, I wasn't shocked when he aggressively shoved his dick down her throat. Asserting his dominance, he firmly clutched her head in his powerful hands and proceeded to vigorously fuck her mouth.

Despite her initial struggle, she eventually yielded to his actions. The forceful thrusts of his cock caused her to cough and sputter, with each deep penetration resulting in slimy secretions being expelled onto his thick and rigid member.

I had to admit, his dick was rather impressive in size.

I fixed my gaze, unable to break away.

Something about watching him use her as she willingly allowed him, intrigued me.

Scenes like this had been a familiar sight throughout my entire life.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel any disgust, even though I should have.

He roughly fucked her face, causing the air to be filled with a cacophony of gurgling gasps and strangled sounds. She pleasured him, and saliva dripped from her lips, cascading down her chin, and settling in thick strands on her bouncing cleavage.

Abruptly, he released his grip on her and removed the instrument of torture from her mouth, causing a wave of relief to wash over her. Gasping for air, she sniveled and spluttered, struggling desperately, like someone being held underwater. Spittle forcefully ejected from her abused mouth, landing unceremoniously on his pants when she widened her mouth and extended her tongue, craving more.

He slapped her face again, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her.

Inhaling sharply and without warning, he spat on her face. The treatment elicited a joyful yet horrifying reaction from her, causing her to moan as she instinctively closed her eyes, reveling in his mistreatment. Then, before she opened her eyes, he jammed his cock back into her mouth, not stopping until his pelvis was flush with her swollen lips. Even from where I was sitting, I could see the swell of her neck as his cock slid down her throat. With his forceful grip, her eyes watered when he thrust forward, only to hold his dick deep in her throat, gagging her.

She desperately attempted to free herself from his grip, but his hold remained unyielding, creating an excruciatingly uncomfortable moment that dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, he relinquished his grasp, and she sank down onto her haunches, coughing up phlegm that landed on her ample bosom while she gasped for air.

His hands were on her again, forcefully tearing her top off, and his fingers aggressively gripping her breasts.

I watched in awe as she moaned, surrendering herself to his touch, her body arching against the unforgiving picnic table while she reveled in the exquisite pleasure he inflicted upon her. He buried his face in her cleavage, biting her skin while his hands took a painful grip on the flesh of her thighs. Tilting her head back, she offered herself to him. His response was immediate as he sank his teeth into her neck, his hands boldly delving under her short skirt, caressing her hips and squeezing her ass. Suddenly, he aggressively penetrated her wet pussy with his fingers, leaving her breathless. He worked his fingers into her pussy, and his left palm slid up to cover her mouth, muffling any sounds she might make. She let out a stifled cry when he forcefully thrust his fingers inside her, relentlessly finger-fucking her. His arm moved in a rapid back-and-forth motion as he vigorously inserted his fingers into her cavity.

I spent a lifetime surrounded by depravity and licentiousness, a constant witness to the immoral behavior and unrestrained actions of men, until the wickedness of humanity became my only reality. I thought when I escaped my tormentors, I was free of their impiety. I sat in this secluded spot, concealed by darkness, and witnessed Luc's continuous exploitation and cruel behavior towards Pixie, I couldn't help but ponder whether the actions of one man reflected the inherent corruption of all men.

Was their understanding limited to the electric charge of primal desire, which, in turn, dictated their instincts and behaviors? Most importantly, what was it specifically about Luc that made Pixie beg, crave, and long for his cruel nature?

Mesmerized by the scene unfolding before me, I couldn't help but keep my gaze fixed on her. His palm pressed down upon her, and she let out a series of intense screams, her body quivering and shaking involuntarily. The culmination of her pleasure was evident as she erupted, squirting a copious amount of watery cum all over his forearm and pants.

In a sudden motion, he reached out and grabbed her by the neck, forcefully lifting her up and swiftly spinning her around. With no hesitation whatsoever, he unceremoniously propelled her, using his extraordinary strength, toward the picnic table, resulting in her being pushed against it and subsequently forced to kneel on the bench, ultimately leaving her ass exposed to the elements. Demonstrating both strength and aggression, he utilized his free hand to deliver a firm and unforgiving slap to her buttocks. Her squeal echoed in the silence of the night, bouncing off the surrounding darkness.

My heart raced when he pushed her face down into the hardwood of the table, his hand on the back of her head. A sigh of sordid passion escaped and bubbled up around her face. His fingers tightened to grip her dark hair before he yanked her neck back, slapping her ass harder before slamming her face back down. He wasted no time digging into his back pocket for a foiled package. Ripping it open, he deftly suited up, as if he'd done it a million times before.

Holding her firmly to the table with one hand, he grabbed his erect cock with his other hand, rubbing the head up and down her wet, slippery hole, before sliding it up towards her ass.

"Oh fuck, yes," Pixie moaned when Luc pushed forward. His cock slid up inside her, deeper and deeper, and Pixie released a low, guttural moan, her hands moving between her legs, rubbing her clit. The second he was balls deep, Luc gripped her shoulder while his other landed on her head, pushing her once more down onto the table while he relentlessly fucked her ass.

He was ravenous, unyielding, ruthless with her.

He took what he wanted—no, needed —not caring for her comfort or pleasure.

She was nothing more than a fucktoy for him, and she loved every second of it.

The more she moaned, the harder he fucked her. His engorged cock thrust within her while she worked her clit into a frenzy of primal lust until she screamed out again.

My eyes moved from her to Luc, to see the man staring directly at me. His eyes were intense, feverish, unyielding as he pumped his cock into her ass.

I couldn't look away.

He held me captive, ensnared in his gaze, while he used her body for his own amusement.

My body reacted of its own volition.

I couldn't breathe.

His desires trapped me.

All I could do was watch my own dark longings race exponentially while he raced towards his climax. On the cusp of my own orgasm, he smirked, pushing Pixie away from him. He ripped off the condom while grabbing his cock and stroked vigorously as he shot streams of hot cum in my direction.

His eyes never leaving mine, and when the last drop of cum left his dick, he smirked and walked away.

"Slash, how long have you known Luc?"

Today was my day off, and although the clubhouse called to me, I resisted the temptation and stayed away. Therefore, I extended an invitation to Slash to join me for a laid-back evening of watching movies and indulging in an abundance of delectable junk food.

I didn't have to ask him twice.

However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't erase the vivid memory of Luc's penetrating stare when he skillfully brought himself to climax. However, that smirk at the end spoke volumes. I just wished I knew what his true intentions were.

"A while now. Why?"

"Has he always been so… intense?"

"How do you mean?"

"He's just so—"

Slash sat up, his brows furrowing in a deep frown. "Ivy, no."

"What?" I smiled, looking at my best friend. "I'm not stupid. I know my limitations."

"You don't have any limits."

He was probably right. I couldn't remember the last time I ever practiced restraint. The word wasn't part of my vocabulary. Instead, I lived life on my own terms, without a fucking care in the world. I made no excuses, standing my ground firmly. I owned who I was, unapologetic and unashamed. Though society may not deem me respectable, I never pretended to be someone I wasn't.

Love me or hate me, I didn't give a fuck.

"Ivy, promise me you won't engage Luc."

Shrugging, I lied, "No worries there. He doesn't appeal to me."

"The fuck he doesn't. Luc is everyone's cup of fucking tea. Women flock to him like bees to honey. What I'm trying to say is that Luc prefers darkness, Ivy. He will consume you. Own you before you even realize he's got his claws in you. I don't want that for you."

"I've been looking after myself since I was fourteen, Slash. Not worried about some biker who enjoys beating a woman just to get off. Seen enough of that shit in my lifetime. I won't saddle myself to a man like that."

"See that you don't, because Luc is a selfish prick, incapable of caring for anyone but himself."

For the rest of the night, I sat there in silence, Slash's words rattling around in my head. I had met many men who only cared about themselves. My tormentor was at the top of that list. Sick son of a bitch was the Devil incarnate, only getting off on another's pain. Mainly mine, but I was no longer his prisoner. He lost that right when he sold me like fucking cattle to that sick biker club in South Florida.

It wasn't all hell, because when my savior reared his ugly head, he freed me from my binds and set me free. Because of him, I was the woman I was today. Like my savior, the streets saved me. Taught me everything I needed to know. The world was a sick, demented place, and I knew only the most disturbed survived.

It was a good thing I was disturbed as they came.