I Dare You To Meet Me
Chapter 28

Hunter doesn’t greet me back, he just sits there looking at me with that intensity that appears whenever we are close to each other.

I shift uncomfortably because I’m not used to not being told things. Disadvantages of being a direct person, you are very impatient waiting for other people’s reactions.

“Please stop seeing me like that.” I ask in a whisper but I know I hear him because he inhales sharply.

-And how am I seeing you according to you? -. He says after a few seconds and I gulp at his husky, low tone.

-As if you were a hunter and I was the prey. I say immediately and the tension increases if that is possible.

-Bruno said that last night you went out to that bar because you were upset. Was it because of what happened between us? His question catches me off guard.

-No…- I deny immediately but after a few seconds of reflection I correct myself -Yes, well, mostly yes-. The lie burns me, but Hell just gave me the perfect excuse to hide the fact that I eavesdropped on a conversation I shouldn’t have behind the door.

Hunter takes a deep breath as he stands up from the bed and takes a step in my direction.

“Does what we did bother you? What did I do to you?” He asked very seriously and I knew that in that moment I had all the power over what would happen in our “relationship.”

My mind screams at me to say yes, to hate every second that our skin touched and how his body fit perfectly with mine. That I lie to him and tell him to hate how his lips devoured mine and subjected me to his will.

But my treacherous heart turns a deaf ear and forces me to shake my head slowly.

Hunter’s eyes lock onto mine and he takes another step. My entire body trembles with anticipation.

“Were they my words then? What I told you was too much for you to explode and run away to that bar where that guy put his dirty hands on your body?” He asks angrily, anger radiating in every word. And I frown as I step back and shake my head.

Oh no, this conversation was not going to follow that specific path.

-Then tell me what it was. Because I can’t f*****g understand how you were so irresponsible by drinking to the point where you couldn’t take care of yourself. I’ve seen you get into fights with guys twice your size and win them twice. So I have a very clear idea of ​​how bad you were that someone had to save you. Tell me, what the hell were you thinking when you exceeded those limits? -. He says very seriously, but I know he is boiling with rage. His words hit my pride like homing missiles, and my mind works at full speed looking for a way out, because I can’t tell him the truth.

-Tell me! What was it?!-. He yells at me, losing his patience when I don’t answer him, making me jump in my place, I open and close my mouth trying to find a logical answer.

Screw that, any answer would be acceptable but nothing comes to mind.

Wait, did he just yell at me? At me? How dare he?! I’m not a biker, no one comes to me and he yells at me like it’s nothing.

-It was the fact that you created me a f*****g doll that you can come and warm up to your heart’s content and then throw away like it was nothing! It was that your damn ego thought it had the right to tell me that he was going to have to beg you for your company! For your information, you are not the only man on this planet and any other man can take me to bed and do what you couldn’t! -. I also shout, bringing out the claim from a dark part of my brain.

Liar.

My mind hisses, but I can’t bring myself to regret what I just said. I know I screwed up when the biker’s body tenses and then in a couple of strides he reaches me and his hands surround my body. He slams me against his torso and my m**n is silenced by his lips devouring mine.

Holy gods, if his previous k****s were intense, I don’t know what category this one falls into. He is totally raw, gruff, masculine. He punishes me relentlessly, his teeth bite my l*p hard making me bleed and when I hiss from the pain he sticks his tongue in without permission, running all over me. I try to keep up with him but it’s impossible.

My hands get tangled in his hair and pull him, but far from moving away he attracts me even more, his hands run from my back to my butt, they don’t stay still and they burn me through the towel.

My center becomes totally wet and my nipples harden.

Hunter separates himself from my body, leaving me panting, I almost fell when I lost my support, because I didn’t realize that he was on tiptoe to be able to reach the height of his lips.

-F**k that waiting, do you think any idiot can come, take my place and make you feel everything you’re feeling? Let me prove to you how wrong you are, princess.

He says and then takes me back kissing me again, like a real caveman. I enjoy the k**s as much as I can but it is obvious who is in control of the situation at this moment because before I can put a hand on him he picks me up in his arms and then drops me suddenly on my bed.

Sharp gasps escape my throat due to his roughness but at the same time they turn me on more than I am, there is really a lot of s****l tension accumulated in my body waiting to come out. Aside from all the pain and anger I have bottled up, my body is a whirlwind of emotions and all I want is to distract myself, and damn the biker is doing a good job with that.

Hunter scans my half-naked body with his hungry gaze. Then he slowly and torturously takes off his vest, letting it fall to the floor. He takes off his shirt that follows the same route and my mouth salivates when I see his pecs, his strong arms, his worked abdomen, and the impressive lines of ink that cover all of his skin.

Before he can admire the hot specimen of a man in front of me, he bends down and takes off the boots he is wearing along with his socks and hovers over my body. His hands imprison my wrists above my head and his mouth searches for mine. He closes my eyes while he k****s me, I feel like a clay figure between his fingers, which can mold me to his liking and whim. His lips leave mine free and I breathe as best I can from the assault. But his mouth explores all my skin that is close to him. He bites, licks and sucks hard. A lot of strength. Especially at that point where he had already left a mark on me.

I’m going to complain but he k****s me again, silencing me. I growl mid-k**s, annoyed by his dominance over me. But he doesn’t listen to me, what’s more, his h*p moves over mine and I can feel the pressure on top of his jeans through my towel. I m**n loudly and break my h**s seeking friction again. Craving that contact more than anything else. Hunter also growls into my lips and repeats the movement.

Damn that felt good, I opened my legs and he fit perfectly between them. Now his e******n was perfectly aligned with my center, the only thing separating us were his pants. One of his hands freed my wrist, but before I could enjoy that new freedom to touch him, the other held it, his fingers being long enough to keep both wrists imprisoned by a single hand of his. His now free hand rips the towel from my body, leaving me completely naked and exposed to him.

Hunter separates from me and his gaze runs over me from end to end, his chest rises and falls intensely and gasps escape from his mouth as well as mine. With every breath I take my breasts get closer to his torso and they sting due to his lack of attention.

“Beautiful, damn you really are magnificent, a damn doll made to measure for me and only me.” “He says,” his voice darkened with desire.

And before he can analyze his words, his lips are already running through me. He lets go of my wrists and concentrates on taking me by the waist, drawing me into his hungry mouth. He plays with my right breast, licking it as if it were candy. I m**n and g***n loudly from the magnificent sensations that make me wetter. His fingers knead my other breast while pulling on the nipple. Hunter takes my poor breast prisoner between his teeth and also pulls hard, then his tongue licks it until it is shiny with his saliva.

Now it is a deep pink color and my skin is red from his caresses. She separates herself from me and turns her attention to the other breast, but stops centimeters from my skin and tenses, I know exactly what she is seeing. The slight marks the other guy left on me. Hunter growls and his face moves closer to mine. With my free hands I take him by the neck and now I am the one who initiates the k**s and the battle of tongues, our heads move in synchronization looking for the best position. When we are both out of breath we separate, but he doesn’t stay still and he starts biting my jaw making me let out small sighs.

-No one but me can lay a hand on you again. He says while he spreads k****s all over my face -I will kill the son of a bitch who left marks on your skin, it makes me sick to see them and think that someone could have touched you-. He blurts out through clenched teeth and I see him blinking hard.

I give her a half smile and lean down to also leave a couple of k****s on the corner of his mouth and on his chin.

-Delete them then, he leaves yours on top. Turn them into a mere memory. I say in a whisper and I don’t know where the hell I got that from. Hunter gives me a predatory smile.

-With pleasure-. That’s all he says to me before returning his face to my unattended chest.

My legs surround his h**s and my hands grab his shoulders trying to keep him where he is. He eats me again as if I were a damn popsicle and he was a hungry child. While he plays with his mouth and explores one of my breasts, his hands go down my stomach, tickling me and leaving a tingling sensation. Every time they go lower and lower.

Until they finally reach that very sensitive point on my body. Hunter caresses me from above and I scream because of the knot that forms between my legs. All my nerve endings are tense and everything is too intense for him to continue resisting for long. I need a release and I need it now.

-Hunter-. I m**n his name like a prayer.

The biker lets go of my nipple and his lips leave a light k**s on mine. His mischievous fingers caress me only along the edges and I complain and move my h**s forward, searching for them and longing for his contact.

-Tell me darling-. He says in a calm voice and I don’t know how he can stay so calm when I’m a volcano about to erupt.

“Please Hunter, I need it.” I beg as best I can, and although I am ashamed of my words I do not regret it. I really really want it, now.

-Do you need something pretty? You should be more specific. He says torturing me and leaving more light k****s on my lips.

-O****m, I need to reach my o****m-. I blurt out between my teeth and move my h**s again in search of what I need to get it.

-Mmmmhhmmm, since you were so direct with your request, I will give you the honor of deciding how you want me to let you cum first, before my c**k breaks you in two. Tell me Russian doll, do you want my fingers to f**k you? – One of his fingers begins to make its way between my lubricated folds to give more emphasis to his words and I m**n, but my m***s are silenced by the biker’s lips – Or do you prefer May my tongue run over you and then eat all your release? – He finishes asking with his lips brushing mine every time he says a word and I half scream at the lustful image of what it would be like to have his face between my thighs. I shift uncomfortably and thirsty for what I need.

-Apparently the doll is impatient. I will have to wait a little longer to have your taste in my mouth, but I am sure you will taste like the same beautiful ambrosia. Now let me help you relax a little.

He lets out those words and his finger soon enters me, my center throbs around him and squeezes him, I know that Hunter can notice how wet I am for him and I also know that the bastard enjoys it because of the smile full of masculine pride that he has. dedicates me

But I can’t complain because his finger begins to move inside me. Inside outside, inside outside. Gasps escape my lips and I can see the biker’s onyx eyes taking in my reactions to his caresses. A second finger accompanies the first and I move my h**s to accompany them and take them deeper inside.

Hunter growls and increases his speed, I start to m**n and bite my l*p to stop it. Bad idea, the biker leans down and takes my l*p in his teeth and releases it, then k****s me roughly while he continues penetrating me with his fingers. His tongue plays with mine and a third finger makes an appearance, I gasp and scream from the pleasure they generate. And if before my mind was not capable of having a coherent thought, when Hunter’s fingers separate and move with more intensity now I’m not even sure what my name is. I’m too lost in the sea of ​​sensations that this man is making me feel.

My body moves with his hand and his lips continue to punish mine. My hands grab him from behind and my nails leave marks on his skin just like he did on mine.

I sit on the edge, just a few more moments.

-Hunter-. I say his name and I know he knows I’m ready.

-I know doll, I know-.

And he skillfully finds my G-spot at the perfect moment and presses it hard, making me explode in a devastating o****m that seems to have no end. I scream and shudder, I close my eyes and fully enjoy my long-awaited release. The biker grunts and leaves me soft caresses with his lips on my eyelids.

My body remains limp and limp on the mattress, it takes me a couple of breaths to open my eyes again and when I do I swear I can have another o****m just from the beautiful and hot image of having Hunter on top of me, half naked. , panting, with sweat on his body, with lips parted and a wolfish smile while he takes his fingers from inside me, shiny from my o****m and then takes them to his mouth and sucks on them.

-Delicious-. He says he and his eyes burn me, my whole being burns, my body is on fire.

The biker separates himself from my body and gets out of bed, leaving me alone and trying to normalize my breathing. But I almost choked on my saliva when I saw him take off his pants and then his boxers.

Oh my goodness, she wasn’t kidding when she said she would break me in two. The biker’s member is huge, the biggest I had seen since I had started my s****l life. My mouth salivated from wanting to have it, and I became suddenly curious about how far down my throat I could go without choking because of its size. My eyes slid from his e******n down his torso to his face, stopping at his eyes. From the look he gave me I knew that he read my expression and my intentions perfectly.

Hunter smiled and shook his head.

-Another day beautiful, we will have time to explore our bodies another time, now I am dying to bury myself in that wet and tight p***y.

His words flip a switch in me and immediately my center becomes moist again. Gasps escape my lips and the biker’s body is on top of mine again. His hands adjust my legs so that I am at his complete disposal.

-Do you take the pill?-. He finally asks and I deny.

-I have birth control-. I say and he walks over and k****s me approvingly.

-Perfect, I’m completely clean and I’m sure you are too. I never do it without a condom but I want to melt inside you without any f*****g barrier that prevents me from enjoying what you offer me.

I let out another half-shout at that statement and nod in agreement.

Hunter leans down and k****s me, this time soft and calm. It’s another type of k**s, very different from the ones he was giving me, I felt a thousand different emotions with that one and that made my heart completely revolutionize. Little by little he slid inside me. And my private part hurt and stretched as much as it could to adapt to its size.

He didn’t need stimulation, as my previous o****m gave me enough lubrication to help him enter, but damn it still hurt. When he was halfway through he lost his patience and entered the rest in one lunge. I cursed at the pain and how good it felt to have it buried in me. Hunter stayed still and continued kissing me, giving me time to adjust.

I felt my insides throbbing and when the pain began to subside I moved my h**s a little to try my luck. The biker took it as an invitation and withdrew before penetrating me again. He still hurt but the pleasure was much greater. I screamed out of pure satisfaction and Hunter m****d in satisfaction.

-So tight, so hot, so perfect. You are made to measure my doll. She said and then started to move.

Really moving, my hands grabbed him from behind and pulled him inviting him to increase speed. My breasts rubbing against his chest with every movement he made. His hands separated my legs further from him and raised them so that they were half bent. At first he was slow, he made sure not to force me.

But when I started moaning and screaming with pleasure it was like something broke inside him. His thrusts were wild and fast. He would come out completely and then bury himself to the bottom. He repeated the torture of him making me scream his name louder and louder at him. Little by little I felt my o****m building again.

I also felt his member getting harder and harder, letting me know that he was close too.

-Natasha…-. He m****d my name and I swore in Russian.

That made his hands squeeze my thighs harder and his blows increased in force. Holy gods, this was s*x. I didn’t know what I had been having for the last two years but it was definitely nothing compared to what this biker was doing to me.

My body warned me that I was about to cum and I warned Hunter with a m**n.

-I’m also nearby beautiful, let’s do it together-. He told me and kissed me again.

A couple of thrusts later I found my second release of the night triggered by the hot biker.

Hunter came inside me, and strangely that didn’t worry me like it normally would. Although it was true and he had the implant which made it impossible for him to get pregnant.

I felt painfully satisfied. Satiated, my body was heavy and I was tired. His hands let go of my legs and they stretched gratefully.

The biker stayed on top of me, but he leaned on his forearms so as not to crush me. He stayed there for a few seconds and I know it’s because he was looking for control of him again. My eyes closed and a yawn escaped me.

When I opened them again I saw Hunter’s face looking amused just a few inches from mine. He gave me a smile which I returned. He leaned down and he left a k**s on my forehead that made me sigh.

He slowly pulled out of me and he left me feeling incomplete. But before he could complain, another yawn interrupted me and this time the biker did laugh at me.

-Apparently I left you exhausted, you better sleep. Tomorrow we will have a hard day and you will need all your strength.

He told me in a calm voice and I nodded knowing he was right, I closed my eyes and turned around looking for a comfortable position to rest.

-Will you stay the night?-. I asked in a low voice and my pulse accelerated again as I waited for his response.

I heard him move around the room before I felt his warm body on my back, his arms pulled me to his side and I turned to use his chest as a pillow while he hugged me, I put one leg on top of him and snuggled into his muscles. One of her arms reached out and grabbed a sheet to cover us. I opened my eyes and raised them to see his.

I didn’t expect to see that unusual glow in them, although it could well be a reflection of mine.

-I’m not going anywhere beautiful, so sleep. He told me, giving peace to my heart, obeying his orders I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by fatigue.

That night I fell asleep with a smile on my lips, knowing I was safe in the arms of a biker. And a sudden calm in my soul.

That night no nightmare bothered me. What’s more, for the first time in a long time I had pleasant dreams. Dreams that involved a biker with charcoal eyes and a Greek god smile.

(…)

I shift uncomfortably because of the heat that prevents me from continuing to rest. I try to separate myself from the source of my discomfort. But strong arms hold me in place. That’s when memories of the previous night come back to my head. Hunter, me, my bed. Delicious o*****s.

I was definitely feeling sore in the right places.

I turn between the biker’s prison and allow myself to enjoy the view, his hard features normally tense or indifferent are relaxed, giving him an almost innocent expression. My eyes trace the strong line of his jaw, the silhouette of his nose, the thickness of his eyebrows. The thickness of his lips makes me bite mine as I remember the sensation they gave me. Tickles form in my lower abdomen and I swallow. Very carefully I slide my fingertips in a gentle caress along his cheekbone.

A silly smile appears on my face but I make it disappear instantly.

Very good Tasha, did you want the hot biker in your bed? Wish granted, now what’s next?

Stupid conscience, you are annoying when you want to be.

A sigh leaves my lips and, careful not to wake the man who awakens confusing feelings in me that I still can’t understand, I get out of bed. Hunter stirs and my breath catches when I think he’s regaining consciousness. But he just rolls over in search of a more comfortable position before continuing to sleep.

The image makes me almost want to laugh, I wouldn’t have imagined the biker as a tired kitten after a night of action.

As cautiously as I can, I take out of my closet the clothes I will wear today. I don’t forget all the things that are still pending. I put on blue pants with lots of pockets. a thin white tank top, my military boots. Apart from of course, a clean set of underwear. I put my hair in a high bun although several unruly strands escape. I don’t wear makeup because I don’t want to spend more time in the room.

What I do do is take my cell phone, I was sure I would get a big hit for not having shown signs of life in the last few days. I left my room, closing it behind me, and walked calmly to the kitchen. Damn, I was dying of hunger.

I walked around as I checked my inbox, where I did indeed have a staggering amount of complaints from Sabrina, Reykon, Boris, and Caleb. I was surprised to see the name of the last two, since I had not spoken to any of them directly since I arrived in this country. I assured the four of them that I was still alive and that things were happening that I couldn’t tell them yet, but that I would let them know when I could.

Although I still didn’t know when that was going to be. I wanted to tell them everything, but saying it out loud would only make it more real, and I didn’t feel ready for that yet.

When I got to the kitchen/dining room I could see how the bikers’ mood was tense, just like when I had arrived. I put my cell phone away and paid more attention because I didn’t understand what was happening. I looked around looking for a familiar face but without finding any, that only made me more distrustful. Where the hell was everyone?

Warily I sat in a free place and waited for someone to feed me like the last few days, but that didn’t happen, everyone seemed lost in their own world, even the sweet asses looked subdued and didn’t approach the brothers. . Out of the corner of my eye I saw a brother enter and sit a few chairs away, he was handsome like everyone else, and tough looking. But that wasn’t what caught my attention, but the fact that his knuckles were burst and full of b***d, as well as the occasional drop that dirty his face. Apart from the fact that he was sweaty and his long hair was messy.

-El Prez needs us to bring water and food to his guest. He said with a hoarse voice to one of the women in the kitchen that it didn’t take long to put a glass of water and pieces of bread on a tray.

The biker took it and disappeared again, but not before realizing that he was watching him. He gave me a nod and that was it. I had seen it before, where had I seen it?

I struggled to remember.

I clicked my tongue when it dawned on me, he was one of the idiots who had taken me for a sweet a*s at the bar!

Wait, did I say that my father had a guest? With that b***d on his body and that meager breakfast?

Guest my ovaries. I am not stupid. What the f**k was going on in this clubhouse apart from all the shit I had already heard about?

With regret I decided to delay my breakfast and left the same way the biker had done. Out of pure inertia I walked towards my father’s office, but nothing, it was empty. Then I went to the patio, I don’t know why, there was no one there. I decided to go back inside, the bikers avoided eye contact with me and that only increased my distrust.

Walking through the hallways I stopped suddenly and hit my forehead. What an idiot! One of the red twins had told me on my first day that club business was handled in the basement just like Hades was last night. Now, how did I get to the basement?

And as if some divine being was guiding her at that moment she heard the voices of Hunter and Bloody arguing with each other.

I hide as best I can and watch them trot down the stairs and my heart skips a beat when I see the VP dressed as if nothing had happened and walking normally. Damn him for looking so handsome without even trying.

-Do you want to hurry up Hell? You’ve been lazy all morning and the Prez wants to get rid of the worm that touched Tasha as soon as possible. You know, before everything explodes in his face.

“I’m going to screw it! I’m dying to get my hands on the idiot, I hope Hades lets me break a couple of his bones before I finish him off.”

-Well, don’t get your hopes up, he has been cruel to him since Toro and Bullet brought him in at dawn.

The b***d rushes to my head as the memories of feeling useless, helpless, and totally subjugated hit me.

-If anyone is going to kill that bastard, it’s going to be me.

I say in a whisper and rush to follow them. They cross through a door that they thought was a bedroom and that is guarded by a brother who, after a few words, lets them pass.

With sure steps I head there, but when the biker sees me he crosses his arms and blocks my path.

-You can’t go down-.

I arch an eyebrow and imitate his posture.

-Oh no?-.

-No, orders from the Prez-.

Damn it with Hades and his orders, he can shove his rules up his a*s. I don’t have time for useless arguments.

I nod my head and take a couple of steps back. The biker thinks it’s because I’m leaving. But I actually need space for what I’m going to do.

I get into position and relax my muscles. Before the guy can see it coming my body is moving and my leg delivers a beautiful kick to his temple that makes him pass out and fall like a sack of potatoes.

Oops, someone’s going to have a nasty headache when he wakes up.

Without any remorse I go around the brother’s body and open the door. I hear grunts, screams, and hits. I descend the stairs silently and my eyes adjust to the darkness of the place.

I walk to where the bikers have their backs turned to me in a kind of circle. Among the bodies of my father’s obviously trusted group I can see an extremely beaten man tied to a chair.

He is missing his shirt and shoes. His right eye is swollen and you can barely see it, his lips are busted, cuts all over his face, bruises on his torso, his nose is crooked, so I don’t doubt that it’s broken, he’s bleeding everywhere. I approach, careful not to make my presence too obvious.

Apart from my father’s circle of trust, there are also another couple of brothers whom I do not know personally. Except for the guy I beat up with and who was for my father’s “guest” breakfast.

Seeing it clearly, a wave of fury and disgust against myself runs through me. The guy’s features were indeed similar to Nikolai’s, he had the same hair color and the same type of haircut that he wore. The eye that could be seen made me notice a similar brown tone to that of my best friend, but other than that, it was obvious that they were not the same person. Apart from the fact that his subject’s torso was dotted with tattoos that Niko didn’t have.

Stupid Tasha, if she hadn’t been so drunk and affected she would never have confused them.

I stay still in the shadows and watch as my father punches the guy again, making him spit out b***d.

-You pay attention to a woman when she is there, she tells her that she is not.

My father growls angrily and the guy surprises me when instead of cowering in fear he gives him a bloody smile with his crooked teeth.

-The bitch was enjoying it as much as I was-. I answer with a slight accent that I would recognize anywhere.

A Russian accent, just like mine.

A new punch to the subject’s abdomen, but this time it was given to Bruno, whom he had not seen until then.

“I warned you to keep your disgusting hands away from my idiot sister, and yet you still had the courage to ask about her at the bar.”

That caught my attention, and I moved closer.

-What can I say, luck was on my side. The beautiful Medusa appears before me so sexy and delicious. With that body in that dress to sin and totally willing.

I can see the confusion of the bikers but I understand my language perfectly, plus the idiot’s name is Medusa. The guy knew and knows perfectly well who I am and where I come from. He knows me.

I speak loud and clear, everyone present stops paying attention to the Russian and turns to look at me. Some surprised, others upset. Hunter takes a step in my direction but it is Hades who reaches my side, he takes me by the arm and gives me a tug. I shake off his grip and face him.

-What the hell are you doing down here? Who let you down? -. He lets go of me with clenched teeth.

-Well, the biker had no choice, he was unconscious the last time I saw him. And I am here because it turns out that the person who is tied and beaten tried to rape me, so it is up to me to do justice.

I try not to let my voice come out tired and that my eyes do not reveal my thirst for b***d. Last night Hunter had put an end to the stress in my body but the heaviness in my soul and heart was still very present. And just like last night, he needed to get it off my chest somehow soon or he’d lose it to who he shouldn’t.

-This is not the place for you, go back the way you came. We take care of this. He tells me and pushes me gently but decisively in the direction of the door.

-You are identified by the reputation of Medusa

My body tenses and I push Hades out of my way, before they can avoid it I reach where the guy is smiling at me and my foot crushes his testicles. I move my ankle in semi-turns, making it scream and writhe.

-Damn bitch!-. She squeals like a pig and someone grabs me by the shoulders as she leads me away.

-If I’m a bitch, you’re a coward and I need her to be drunk to be able to get close because otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten anything. Without government or without news, these are not what they are, they have left them -. I blurt out with an acidic tone as I turn around in the arms that hold me.

-You were enjoying it bitch and you can’t deny it. He was giving you what you were crying out for. Or since I don’t belong to your usual circle of idiots that you wallow with in Russia, am I not to your liking? -. He says with difficulty and I move harder. Hades stops seeing me to hit him again.

-Stop talking about my daughter like that or you will find death painfully. He threatened him with a deadly voice and the guy looked amazed by his words.

He exchanged a look between Hades and me before throwing his head back and laughing loudly.

-This is what they said were very short, so use this information.

I growl angrily and let my head go back, causing the person to let go of me and curse at the pain. Before anyone can grab me again, I shoot out and knock down the guy still tied to the chair. The impact must hurt like shit but that doesn’t stop me. I sit up with difficulty and let my fists hit his face.

One, two, three, four, it is in the fifth punch that someone picks me up and moves me away from his body.

“You won’t have the chance to say anything, son of a bitch, because I’ll kill you before you open your disgusting mouth!” I scream as I thrash around.

“Calm down now doll, if you don’t calm down Hades will get your a*s out of here and I don’t think you want that.” Hunter’s voice makes me shudder and brings me out of the cloud of violence he was in.

I frown in annoyance and look around. I can see how Bloody is wiping a bleeding nose and I know immediately that it was my fault, Hades sees me even more upset and Bruno is complicit. The other bikers only continue to look at the guest. Toro is the one who approaches and puts the chair back on its feet.

“I’ve calmed down.” I say in a low voice while breathing heavily and slowly Hell stops carrying me but she doesn’t let go of my shoulders, I guess she wants to make sure I won’t throw myself at the guy again.

The Russian gives me a look of hatred but it gives me great satisfaction to see his previously crooked nose now completely destroyed, his face is a bloody mask where not even an centimeter of bloodless skin remains.

-You will pay dearly for this Medusa, my friends saw me with you last night and if I don’t return today I assure you that your loved ones will have a lot of problems at home.

Let go, marking more of her accent on each given word. I snort and roll my eyes.

-You really don’t value your life in the least. Look, threatening my family and friends while you’re tied up and at a clear disadvantage is not the smartest choice you’re making. But of course, you yourself signed a pact with the devil last night when, despite knowing perfectly well who I was and what I was capable of, you thought it was a good idea to abuse me.

I say irritated and wanting to hit him again. The guy sees me upset and shakes his head at him.

-Everyone knows that the only reason you survived so long on the streets is because you had Rey’s protection. You’re actually not as tough as everyone thinks and you proved that last night when someone had to come to your rescue. As always, someone has your back. But tell me, how does it feel to have everyone protect you but you can’t do the same for them? You left Nightmare to die and now others will suffer the same fate and all because of you, again.

I inhale sharply at his words, and I know that for most of the people present they don’t make sense, but for me it is more than clear. My body shakes and my hands ball into fists, Hunter holds me tighter and I try with all my might not to let go to strangle him.

Hades gives him another punch making the Russian stop looking at me and pay attention to my father who looks like a mad dog with that crazy look in his eyes.

-I told you to stop talking to my daughter like that. If I were you, I would be less worried about remembering ghosts from the past and I would be more focused on how to survive in the present, because now there is no way I will let you see the light of day again.

My father says and reaches his hand towards his lower back where he takes out a gun, I hear him remove the safety and point it directly at the head of the subject who turns pale and finally shows some fear while babbling.

-Last words?-. Hades asks in a deadly voice and the guy continues babbling incoherently as he shakes his head.

-DO NOT YOU DARE!-. I scream when I see how he prepares to shoot and I get rid of Hunter’s grip, but before I reach my father he holds me in his arms again.

“Take her out of here Hell, she doesn’t need to see this.” My father says without seeing me.

-Yes Prez-. The VP answers and my heart clenches with anger and disappointment as he rushes to try to get me out.

-Damn bootlicker son of a bitch-. I let go as I thrash harder.

-It’s the best Tasha, you don’t need to see how we get rid of the trash. He tells me in an inflexible voice and I clench my jaw tightly.

As best I can, I turn into his arms and we are face to face. My eyes lock onto his and I slowly kill him in my head, it seems like a lie that we were cuddling in a bed less than an hour ago.

-I already told you, I’m not a f*****g little princess who is told what to do Hell. I say in an icy tone and just like last night my knee searches for the VP’s crotch who lets me go due to the pain of the blow.

Hunter’s gasp draws the bikers’ attention to me as I approach again. One of the twins moves to stop me but Bruno pulls him to stop him. Toro cuts me off and tries to take me in a kind of hug. And although I’m not small, I manage to slide under him avoiding him, and my hands take a knife that I see on the side of his pants.

I finally reach Hades again and push him away, deflecting the trajectory of the bullet I fired at that moment. The click echoes through the place but the metal doesn’t hurt anyone. I stand in the middle of my father and the Russian and point my gun at him.

-No one is going to kill this idiot until I get the shit out of Hades’s body, and none of you are going to intervene.

-Tasha…-. Hades says to me annoyed but I turn away, ignoring him. With the knife I broke the ropes that tied him and I heard everyone complain.

Once his arms and legs are free, I take a couple of steps back and throw the gun at the person on my right, who turns out to be Bullet.

-Get up, you idiot, and let’s see if you can back up your words with actions. I say in a hoarse voice and the guy stands up with difficulty.

-But what do you think you’re doing?! You’re crazy if you think I’m going to allow this!-. My father tells me as he pulls my wrist. I look him in the eyes and purse my lips.

-And you are crazy if you think I’m asking your permission. I already told you once Hades, you have no f*****g idea who I am and what I’ve done. But behold, he has insulted my family, threatened them, tried to abuse me, and he is also dirtying my name. I don’t know what bikers would do right now but I’m going to show you what we would do with idiots like these. Did you want to meet me and know what my life has been like in recent years? Well, wish granted, I’m going to show you and everyone here what I’m capable of and there’s no way in hell you can stop me. I let go of him while I free my wrist and push him, he only takes a step back but it’s enough to let me go.

The Russian looks sore from all the blows he has received but even so he puts himself in a defensive pose that seems familiar to me. This guy definitely frequented the underground in Russia. I imitate his pose and when he smiles at me with his stained teeth I don’t hesitate and attack him.

He dodges my attack completely and his body makes contact with mine when his fist connects with my ribs. I let out a gasp of pain but I ignore him and turn my arm so that my elbow is stuck in his face. He complains too and we separate a bit before he tries to punch me in the face, I step aside and basically back away as he throws punches at me left and right.

I try to return a few but he pushes me more and more to continue in a purely defensive pose, a blast in my face makes me retreat and another blow knocks me to the ground. I g***n when I feel liquid run down my nose. Motherfucker. On the ground I grunt loudly when he gets on top of me and hits me in the face again.

I see how the bikers approach him from behind to get him off of him, so I rush to get him off with a leg lock. Now we exchange positions, he is on the bottom and I am on top. But unlike him, I’m not satisfied with hitting him in the face. I also grabbed his head and slammed it a couple of times against the cold stone.

My fingers slip and it’s hard to keep a grip because of all the b***d. A tug on my hair causes me to let go and my neck to twist with a crack. I get off him and the guy takes the opportunity to kick me that makes me fall on my a*s. He stands up and I follow suit.

We are both panting, dirty and bruised. We look like a pair of wild animals and I know the bastard is enjoying every blow he gives me.

-Say hello to Satan for me, tell him that I will come to keep him company in a few years. I growl at him and run to kick him in the abdomen.

The Russian bends at the waist, when my foot hits the ground I turn my torso and my other foot is already in motion hitting him in the head. The guy falls to his knees and before my mind can react to what I’m going to do, my body starts moving.

My hands take the subject by his neck and his jaw. I exert enough force and in one movement I break his neck.

A crack echoes through the room as the body finishes falling to the floor from where it will never rise again. I take a couple of steps away, my eyes unable to detach myself from the body of my now, first victim.

Murderer…

My hands shake from adrenaline and anxiety. I open and close my fists in an attempt to make them stay still, I open my mouth and do breathing exercises.

Oh my god, I just killed someone. I did it, I really was able to.

I swallow and shake my head, strands of my hair fall on my face and when I remove it I feel a sticky consistency.

Finally my gaze focuses on my hands and my fingers. Dirty, full of b***d that is not mine, b***d of the person I just killed. I swallow and do the breathing exercises again. Shit, I can’t have a panic attack. I can’t be that stupid, damn it! Calm down once and for all Tasha!

I need to talk to Reykon and I needed it now.

-Natasha…-. I hear someone call me and my attention leaves my hands and goes to my father who sees me very serious but his eyes reflect concern.

I open my mouth to tell him that I’m fine and that nothing’s wrong, it’s just the shock, but I realize that I’m seeing everything blurry. I blink a few times and my vision clears. I immediately rub my eyes and then I realize the tears I’m shedding.

When did I start crying?

-Daughter, breathe…-. Hades speaks to me again and approaches me with his hands up as if I were a scared puppy.

I snarl a curse at him in Russian as I continue to wipe away the treacherous salty droplets.

-I hope you are happy. I’m already the damn murderer you always thought I was. I can’t stop my voice from sounding hurt and upset. I f*****g hate it.

-This is not…-. He starts to say as he approaches me.

-PREZ!, We have problems!, It’s an emergency!-. The basement door bursts open as a biker walks in while he screams. Attracting the attention of everyone present.

It doesn’t take long for the men to run up the stairs. All but two. Hades and Hell both exchange glances before looking at me.

-Take care of her, I’ll send a couple of prospects to clean up the mess- He orders in a serious voice before seeing me – We’ll talk about this later daughter, we still have a pending conversation and don’t think I’m going to forget what happened-.

And before I can say anything he bolts with the others. I open my mouth indignantly.

Did my father just leave me alone after he murdered someone in front of everyone?

“Doll, we have to go upstairs.” Hunter approaches me and tries to touch me but he pushes me away like he’s on fire.

Damn Hades, Hunter and all the bikers in the world. I nail it into place with a look.

-Tasha, you need to clean up, I’ll walk you to your room. He tells me in a soft voice and I huff.

The loyal Vice President who always follows his Prez’s orders would never go against my father and although it is something I already knew, something in my chest shrinks at the memory of him trying to get me out of the room.

“Precious, please, he talks to me.” I hear the plea in her voice and it makes me clear my throat.

-Don’t tell me I need Hell. What’s more, don’t tell me anything. Pretend that we don’t know each other, treat me like your Prez’s daughter and that’s it. Because I assure you that for me you are the Vice President of this damn club and nothing more.

“What the hell are you talking about now, Tasha?” She tells me confused and I cross my arms. My panic attack forgotten by the wave of anger hitting my chest.

-I’m talking about how less than an hour ago you and I were in bed. I thought you understood who the hell I was and how much I needed this. But minutes ago you were willing to get my a*s out of here just to obey my father. As always, regardless of what it really takes to make me feel better here. I tell him as I place my hand at the level of my heart and mentally thank myself that my voice doesn’t shake.

Hunter runs his hands through his hair messing it up and gives me a look of incomprehension.

-I didn’t do it to follow orders. I did it because I think that this – He covers the place with his arms – That that – He points with his chin at the guy’s corpse – Is the best for you, damn, yes, I was going to take you out of here even if it was on my shoulder like a damn caveman but it’s because I don’t like seeing you like this. Don’t you realize? You’re hurt and full of b***d. I don’t like it one bit that the same guy hurt you twice and I didn’t do anything to stop it. This has nothing to do with your father and his orders, but because of how I feel about you. Don’t you notice how much I hate seeing you hurt? -. He answers and I know he is upset by his tone and curse my heart races and tightens.

Stupid heart, you are normal during a fight but the biker’s words are too much for you.

-Please Tasha, let me take care of you right now. He says and extends his hand to me.

I stare at it for a couple of seconds while I mentally debate.

-Please-. He insists, and I already know what I’m going to do.

My arms relax, falling to my sides and I swallow. My hand begins to move and is interrupted by the door opening for the second time. A couple of boys who are no older than twenty-five stumble into the place, their expressions serious and the patches on their vests identify them as prospects.

-El Prez calls you right away, he told me that I will help you with your homework so that you can get your a*s up. There is an emergency. One of the guys says as they approach us and I see the grimace of horror take over Hell’s features as her hand falls.

He wouldn’t dare just leave right? Not after what he just told me.

-How serious is the matter?-. He asks and his voice shakes a little, my body tenses and I narrow my eyes in his direction.

-Very serious, too serious, I don’t have details but the Prez looked about to kill someone. The other biker answers and at that moment Hunter turns to look at me with a guilty look.

“I’m so sorry, Tasha.”

-Don’t you dare…-. But he turns his back on me as he hurries to leave.

My jaw falls out of place and I don’t know what hurts more. Whether pride, hope or my heart.

I mumble under my breath and close my eyes.

-Did you say something?-. A biker asked me, making me open my eyes again.

I took a deep breath as he raised the walls around me while straightening my body and squaring my shoulders.

-Nothing, I didn’t say anything-. I answered before I left the basement too.

Leaving behind not only the Russian’s corpse, but also any future I could have had with my father’s VP.

I needed to get the dirt off my skin, as well as the unnecessary feelings I had begun to develop for people who had nothing to do with my life.

An incredulous laugh leaves my lips as I make my way to my room and my eyes scan the walls of the club with a new vision of it.

It was always going to be the club first, no matter what happened. No matter what he did.

I would never be a priority for any of the men here. Not my father, not my stepbrother, not whatever Hunter was.

And finally after all these years I was accepting that fact.

After all. I was nobody in that place. And nobody means anything to me.

And that had become clear to me.

Translations

(1) I don’t regret anything

(2) You know who I am and yet you tried to rape me. I don’t know if you’re an idiot or you just have suicidal desires

(3) Always letting others control your life, first that boxer, then the drug dealer and now this biker. You are a disappointment to your reputation Medusa

(4) Don’t talk about them again if you don’t want them to kill you

(5) There are people who would pay very well to know this information about your Medusa family.

(6) Tree that is born crooked, its trunk never straightens