Devil’s Vengeance (Devil’s Disciples MC #6)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

MARIAH

Despite the alarms in my head, I stuck it out for a little while. Partially because I wanted to prove myself wrong and find that guy who’d charmed me in the library again. And partially because the crew made me nervous, and I didn’t want them losing their shit because I was rude or something. I sat in a booth next to Trick, sipping on a bottle of water. I couldn’t even bring myself to have one drink after the way he reacted. I didn’t want to lower my inhibitions.

Trick didn’t pay me any attention once we were settled. A few of his buddies joined us on the other side of the booth, talking and making crude jokes. Mostly about the women who were here. After getting a better look around, I understood why Trick wanted me to change. The women who were here were all dressed as scantily as possible without being full nude. Like the sweetbutts at the Devil’s Disciples parties, but with a little less self respect. I swore one woman wasn’t wearing any underwear and kept bending over to get the men’s attention.

That wasn’t even the worst thing happening in the bar. Closer to the back, a woman was on her knees, sucking a man off without a care about who was watching. The guy didn’t even pause his conversation, just chatted idly while she had his dick in her mouth. No one even batted an eye about it.

A clatter caught my attention, and I swung around to see another biker throw a woman over the end of the bar and start to fuck her. She cried out in ecstasy, her tits popping out of her top and swinging with every thrust. A few of the bikers laughed and whistled, but that didn't stop the couple from going at it right where everyone could see them.

“See something you like?” Trick purred in my ear, scooting closer to me.

“Not on your life,” I hissed back, glaring at him over my shoulder. “Is this seriously what you consider a date?”

He made that irritated sound again, leaning away from me. “Loosen up, woman. We’re having a good time.”

“According to who?” It sure as hell wasn’t me. I was uncomfortable, disgusted, and honestly fed up. I didn’t need to be here anymore. Pushing out of the booth, I stood over him with a glare. “Take me home, Trick. I’m done.”

He scoffed, making a face to mock me. “I’m done,” he repeated in a higher pitch, making the men at the table laugh. “Sit the fuck down and relax. I’ll take you home when I’m ready.”

I wasn’t about to wait around on him. But I saw the way the guys looked at me. They didn’t like the way I was talking. And I read enough novels with bikers to know that back talking them wouldn’t help me. For a minute, I wasn’t sure what to do, but then I remembered Chase’s instructions.

“I don't give a shit what time it is, where you are, none of that. If you need help, call me. I’ll come get you.”

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Congrats. You do that. Maybe change your attitude while you’re in there,” Trick shot back, leaning to take a cigarette from his friend without actually looking at me. If I were anywhere else, I would’ve yelled at him for it. But I took the opportunity I had and headed to the back of the bar, where the hall opened up for the bathrooms. Thankfully, no one was fucking in it, so I could slip inside and lock the door without waiting around for them to finish.

Pulling out my phone, I considered my options. I didn't really want to call Chase. He’d just throw it in my face that he was right and that I didn’t belong in his world. But I didn't know who else to call. My dad was still working. I wasn’t even going to pretend to consider my mom. I trusted Lacey, and she was badass enough that I assumed she could get me out safely, but she was pregnant. She complained about it plenty when we first met because she couldn’t have a drink and relax after a long week. I didn’t want to put her and her baby at risk just because I was a dumbass who didn’t listen to people’s warnings. Which left me with only one actual choice.

With a defeated sigh, I dialed the number and put the phone to my ear, keeping my arms crossed to avoid touching anything I didn't have to. This bathroom was disgusting. There were very obvious cum stains all over the place. And I didn't even want to guess why the floor was sticky.

“Yeah?”

His gruff voice, which had irritated me the past few weeks, was a relief to hear. “Chase? I need a ride. Can you come get me?”

“Where are you?” he demanded.

The fact that he didn’t argue or spout off shit about how he told me so was reassuring and settled me a little. “A bar in the city. I didn't see the name, but I can send you my location. I don’t feel safe here and Trick won’t take me home.”

“Will he let you leave?”

The way he said that, like he expected the answer was no, made me nervous. “I didn’t ask. But… his crew is here. I kind of had the gut feeling they wouldn’t even if he did.”

He cursed under his breath, and the phone was muffled for a second when he spoke. “VP. Mariah’s in trouble. I need to leave. Can you–”

“Go. I’ll handle the drop,” Nevada said gruffly in the background. He didn’t even hesitate. Just another reason why I felt safer with the Devil’s Disciples. Which was just insane to think about. The most dangerous motorcycle gang in the state was my safety net in dangerous situations.

I heard Chase’s hurried footsteps as he jogged away, getting louder as he put his phone back to his ear. “Mariah? Where are you right now?”

“Bathroom. I didn’t want to call you in front of them.”

“No. Don’t let them know I’m coming. Just act natural, and when you can, slip out the back. I’m not far from the city. I’ll be there soon.”

I didn't want to hang up. I felt safer with him on the phone with me. But I didn't have a choice. He couldn’t talk and ride, and I couldn’t hide in here forever. Trick would ask questions eventually. Maybe. I got the feeling my continued refusal to give him what he wanted was pissing him off. But his crew might come looking for me. It was better to stick close to the devil I knew.

“Mariah?”

“Yeah. I’ll pretend until I can get away. I’m sending you my location now.”

“It’ll be okay, Mariah. I’m on my way.” His attempt at reassuring me made my throat feel tight. He sounded a lot more like the guy I met that first night, and I wished it had been that guy who’d asked me on a date instead. I had the worst luck with dating.

After hanging up, I sent him my location and tucked my phone away. I considered slipping out right away, but there was a couple fucking against the back door and I couldn’t see any other way out. I forced myself to return to the table, coming up short when I realized what was happening.

“Seriously?”

One of the scantily clad women was cuddled against Trick’s side and his hand was up her skirt. She moaned and writhed, not even looking at me when I spoke. When I shot an incredulous look at Trick, he flashed me that slimy grin again.

“Relax, babe. There’s plenty of me to go around. Why don’t you sit down on my other side. Cherry here doesn’t mind sharing.”

Disgust curled my lip, and I stepped back. “Cherry can have you. I’m not that kind of girl.”

Trick shrugged, shifting the woman into his lap and wrestling with his jeans. He was going to fuck her right in front of me. He obviously didn’t give a shit about me. I hated that Chase and Regina were right.

I wasn’t willing to stand around watching him disrespect me like that.

“Excuse me while I go throw up,” I snapped, storming back towards the bathrooms again. I heard Trick cackle with his buddies, but no one followed me, and when I got to the hallway again, the couple had finished and was gone. I went straight out the back door, pausing only long enough to peek out and make sure I wasn’t jumping out of the pot and straight into the fire. The parking lot behind the bar was full of bikes, but empty of people. I slipped out the back door and let it close quietly behind me. I wasn’t sure if Chase was coming for me back here or around the front, but I wasn’t waiting around to find out. My location tracker was still on. He’d find me.

Except, the back of the bar butted up against an alley that was fenced along the other side. I’d either have to follow that alley and remain out in the open, or head around the front to find some place to duck into and hide until Chase got here.

I didn’t have a chance to decide. I got maybe fifteen feet from the door before a hand grabbed my elbow to stop me.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” a gruff and unfamiliar voice demanded.

Using a move Lacey taught me, I swung my arm out and around, breaking the man’s hold on me. Putting more distance between us, I spun around to face him. He was one of the guys who had been sitting at Trick’s table. I saw him eyeing me more than once, but assumed he’d leave me alone since I was with Trick. Apparently not.

“I’m going home,” I said, putting steel in my voice so he knew he couldn’t push me around.

He huffed out a laugh. “Like hell you are. You came to our club. You ain’t leavin’ until we’re satisfied. Starting right now. If you get on your knees, I won’t tell Trick I found you sneaking out.”

There wasn’t a chance in hell that was happening. I let a man get the upper hand over me once. I wasn’t going to let it happen again.