Doc's Ember: Devil Iron MC Book 4 (Devil Iron MC Series) Page 3
Losing myself in the music and the shots of Jack, I am momentarily lost when one of the club whores walks up to me. As she’s trying to grab my cock, I quickly push her away, “What the fuck? If I needed a wet hole to stick my dick in, I would have come to you. Keep your filthy fucking hands off of me. I got an old lady waiting at home and she gives me a hell of a lot more than you ever could.”
Taking a swig out of my beer, my mind wanders to Ember and what she is doing. Checking my watch, I see that she should be heading home from the bar right now. Only pausing for a second, I’m picking up my beer and heading towards a quieter corner of the Clubhouse to check in with my woman, walking around the whore that was so fucking set on having my cock a second ago.
Hearing her voice puts my mind at ease instantly, but there is something in it that makes me worry. “Ofiara, what is going on with you? Did you have a rough shift at the bar? You don’t sound so well.”
“My shift was fine Vincent. It actually went really well and passed by quick. I am not feeling all that well though, maybe I caught something from one of the customers? I think I might just head to bed and get some rest before my shift tomorrow.”
“Ofiara, you should take tomorrow off. You don’t need to be fucking working when you are sick, just call in and take the day for yourself. I can reach out to your boss and let him know that you won’t be coming in.”
“No, Vincent. I am not calling in just because I am feeling a little under the weather, and I surely don’t need for you to call in for me. If I am still sick tomorrow morning, I will fucking take care of it myself. I hate to remind you, but I am an adult and I know how to handle it if I am sick.”
“Don’t start with me, Ofiara. I am not trying to control you or dictate what you do. Fuck. I am just trying to give you some advice and make sure that you are looked after. I only ever think about what is best for you, so don’t try to turn the tables on me when I show some concern for you. You know that I fucking love you and will stop at nothing to have you happy, healthy, and taken care of at all times, so stop this.”
“Fine, Vincent. I know you love me, and I love you as well. I will call in if need be. Thank you so much for the concern, have a nice night, get back to the party or whatever you are doing and I will see you in a few days.”
She hangs up on me before I can say anything else and I have to restrain myself from calling her back to lay into her. I remind myself that she is not feeling well and is alone at the moment. Two things that I am more than pissed off to realize that I have no control over.
I cannot help but think of the ex and his maltreatment of her, and that is her saving grace at this point. Every time I get the inkling to take control of her and let my inner demons come out, I reign that shit in quick. Down the road I will need to bring up my desires with her. The needs that I have, especially seeing that she will be the only woman I will ever be with. Taking her to the Dungeon, the MC’s bondage club, is something that will be very pleasing to me, and in turn, her. Even though I have spent only limited time there, I have a feeling it will be a place of great interest to both of us.
Each night for the rest of the week that I am gone passes in much the same way. Speaking with the National President keeps getting pushed off and we decide if the meet doesn’t happen within the next day or two we will head out. This trip has been eight days already and if we cannot come to some sort of an arrangement, we will head home and take it as a loss.
~Chapter Eight~
~Ember
Feeling a little better when I wake up on Friday morning, I start getting ready for my shift at the bar. Today is my only day shift of the week, and I need to have the bar set up for eleven, that leaves me only forty-five minutes to get ready and get my ass over there so I can clean and restock before the doors open.
The rest of the week Vincent is gone passes in much the same way. Me waking up not feeling well, talking with him on the phone, him telling me if I still don’t feel good that I should be at the doctor, not working again at the bar.
After a week of him being gone, I am grabbing a handful of crackers and starting the coffee pot, head into the bathroom and turn on the radio as I get ready for yet another Friday day shift. Walking back to the kitchen, I get the cream out of the fridge and pour a touch into my mug, realizing that this will be one of the few cups of caffeinated coffee that I will be having for the next seven or eight months. I enjoy the cup quickly before heading back to the bathroom and hopping in the stall for a quick shower.
Stepping out of the shower I grab a towel and finish drying off as the doorbell rings. Wondering who could be here at this hour, I remember that the landlord said something about coming around sometime this week to look at the heater, and assume it’s him. Grabbing a robe off the hook behind the bathroom door, I wrap it around myself as I make my way to the door. As I am unlocking and opening it, the door is shoved into me roughly and I see the one man that has haunted me for two years. Clutch.
Slamming his hand onto the top of the doorframe he leans in the doorframe before making his next move. Clutch slowly looks me over from bottom to top and a fire burns in his eyes as he growls out, “Ember.” When he steps through the doorframe and shuts the door behind himself, he is turning and locking it before I realize what is happening.
Scooting back from the door, I head towards the kitchen to get at my phone, but I am stopped short. The fist in my hair sends a shock through my body and I am instantly taken back to one of the last times that I saw Clutch. Reaching for my stomach and the baby that is there, I feel a chunk of hair rip out as he pulls me to my feet and bile starts to rise up in my throat.
“Ember, so nice to fucking finally see you again. I have been looking for you for well over six months. That bitch Sara wouldn’t say a fucking thing or tell me where the fuck you had gone. I thought she would have broken a little easier, but when I left her yesterday she was still fucking alive. That bitch sure has a will to live, if nothing else, she sure as fuck is a little lacking in the looks department, now.” Laughing to himself he finishes with, “Not that my cock minded her cunt or ass, especially when her face was buried in the couch cushions.”
Tugging sharply on my hair again, Clutch drags me over to the couch, shoving roughly on my chest causing me to collapse down into it. As I struggle with him, the robe is ripped open and away from me and rough hands are roaming over my naked body as he is using his body to pin me to the couch. Finding a nipple, Clutch is quick to pinch and pull relentlessly on it before turning his attentions to the other one.
“I have missed this, Ember,” sliding his hand down my stomach he starts ramming a finger into me as I scream out with the invasion, “you were always so feisty when it was time to pay for your room and board. Almost like you didn’t enjoy the time that we spent together. Is that the case, Ember? Did you not enjoy our time together? You were so quick to run away from me after the accident, then to find out that you have been with Doc for the majority of the time you have been away from me.”
Shaking his head, he continues his destruction of me. Now ramming two fingers into my still dry pussy, even adding a finger to my ass to make my humiliation even more complete. All I keep thinking to myself is, thank god Clutch doesn’t know about the baby that is growing inside of me. As my mind wanders to Vincent and the life that we have created, Clutch must have noticed, because that is when I felt his fist connect with my jaw for the first time.
“You were thinking of him you fucking cunt. When I am done with you, I will fucking leave him with nothing but a shattered memory of what you were. You had to run to a fucking Devil’s Iron brother as soon as you left, didn’t you? What ever happened to the little bastard that you were carrying? I assume that you took care of that shit after you left.”
“Fuck you, Clutch. You caused that baby to miscarry when you beat the fucking shit outta me when you found out. Fucking accident my ass. You are the reason that my baby died, it was no fucking accident, it was all your fault.”
Slapping me hard across the face, he cuts me off, “So young and pretty, but you had to go and fucking take off after your little accident without a fucking word.” Connecting with my cheek again, he continues, “and all you continue to talk about is what I did to cause the little bastard to be no more. It’s not my fault that your body couldn’t handle me or the baby that I gave you.”
~Chapter Nine~
~Doc
As we pull up to yet another supposed meet, I take note of the number of motorcycles in the lot this time and wonder where all the Knights are. We set up this meet at one of their businesses to show our faith in them, well, that and we came fully loaded with the prospects waiting in the wings prepared for anything that might go down. We may be younger than most brothers in either the Knights or Devil’s Iron MC, but Gun, Blaze, and I have lived many lives through the military experiences that we share, as well as the work I have done for the brothers as enforcer.
Opening the door into the bar, I see only four members of the Knights in the bar. One, by the looks of his cut, is the National President, while the other three are his VP, Sergeant at Arms, and a prospect. Turning towards us they rise up off the bar stools and head over with no pause.
“Blaze, Doc, Gun” their Prez, Moses, offers his hand to each of us in turn before offering us a table near the back of the bar. As we sit at the table, I notice that the only other person in the bar is a young woman who must be working the day shift. As she walks up to our table, my mind wanders to Ember and I think about her doing the same thing today at her job.
Interrupting my thoughts, the girl takes our order and heads back to the bar. Moses is quick to address us.
“Sorry for keeping you here this long. I had some other business to attend to and knew that your issues would wait. So, tell me what brings you to Tennessee. You have been having issues with some of the fucking brothers up in Chicago, I am guessing from your trip here.”
Blaze is quick to answer, “Yes, some of the Knights need to be put in line and Clutch has been nothing but unhelpful and evasive when we have addressed our concerns with him. We came here hoping that you might be able to help. We know that you have your hands full with National Business, but with Sturgis coming up and the big rally in Milwaukee around the corner, we wanted to make sure that we cut this shit off right quick. We don’t need to have any more attention drawn towards us, we are on the straight and narrow and don’t want anything happening to put our businesses in jeopardy.”
The VP, Moose, is next to answer, “Those fucking boys up in Chicago have had warning. Their lack of following directions has really started to get on my fucking nerves. We might need to take a ride back with you folks to make sure that they are following National orders, Huh Prez?”
Moses answers quickly, “Yeah Moose, that is a good idea. That way they will get the message that we are not looking for trouble between the Knights and the Devils, and if they decide to start shit, it will be on their heads with no support from us.”
Turning to Blaze, Moses speaks again, “That is, if you don’t mind a little company on your return trip? We can get our shit together and make a start in the morning, if that works for you?”
“Yeah, that would be fine. The weather was nice enough on the way here and the roads were smooth sailing as we came down. A little ride along and showing up with you in tow sounds like just the thing to help with some of the issues we are having with them back home.”
~Chapter Ten~
~Ember
Waking up to a sharp slap across the face, I am quickly brought back to the reality of my situation. It is light outside, and I am sure not more than an hour or two has passed since I lost consciousness. When Clutch started to rape me I lost it and was kicking and lashing out at him, which is when he punched me repeatedly in the face, that is the last thing that I remember.
Looking around the room I notice that Clutch must have gone out, because there are some food containers on the counter along with a few other bags. Glancing around the room, I also notice that he must have had time to go through the house, seeing that my usually tidy home has been ransacked.
A gruff voice draws my attention away from the redecorated apartment and new additions to my house.
“Ember, good to see you are awake again. When I left to go grab some stuff I had worried you would not wake up in time. I knew that you would never want to leave me like that though, so I am glad to see that you are ready.”
“Ready? Ready for what Clutch? What the fuck do you want from me?”
“Want from you? I have had what I want from you, slut.” Laughing to himself, he goes on, “Well, I will probably take a little more from you before this evening when you will be thoroughly finished off. I am just waiting for some of the brothers to show up later tonight so that they can have some fun with you as well. You remember when you would entertain the brothers, don’t you? When they heard that I had finally tracked you down, they were nothing but happy, offering to help teach you some manners and respect.”
“Fuck you, Clutch. When Doc finds out what you have done, he will fucking take you apart piece by piece. You might as well just turn and walk out the door now, and maybe he will let you live, but he will have no problem putting you down like the stupid, sad, fucking dog that you are.”
The slap that connects with my jaw rattles my head, and the strength that I had found disappears in an instant. “You had to go and fuck one of them, didn’t you? You couldn’t just leave and get the fuck outta town like a smart bitch? No, you had to go and hook up with one of the fucking Devil’s Iron. Not just any Devil’s Iron fucking punk was bad enough, but you had to go fuck Doc- he is old enough to be your fucking dad. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Regaining my voice, I answer him, thinking only of my growing baby and getting out of here, “I don’t know what to say, Clutch. He helped me when I needed it.” Looking up under hooded and swollen lids, I continue, “you didn’t want me and I didn’t know what else to do, I needed to survive.”
Another slap lands across my face before his rough hands grab my chin forcing my head up.
“That is where you are wrong, Ember. You were mine, and only I get to say what happens to what is mine. You should have gone a hell of a lot further away and never looked back. After I am done with you, I will fucking pull Doc apart piece by piece for taking what was mine from me. I can’t believe you thought that you can be happy with someone else in my own fucking backyard. What were you thinking, that you could stay here and live your little fairytale life with Doc? You should have just ran the fuck away and stayed the fuck away.”
As I try to talk, I am quickly cut off by Clutch, “I bet Doc doesn’t even know that you were mine, does he, you stupid cunt?”
When I don’t reply the hand on my chin tightens before he repeats his question, “Ember, does he know that I am the one you were with when you ran away from home? The only one who you have belonged to?” Clutch’s free hand starts to roam over my body, heading straight to my pussy.
“No, I never told him your name or that I was anywhere near the Knights during that time,” is all I can say before I am roughly shoved down onto the couch. Fighting against Clutch as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his dick out, only lasts a few moments, before his fist connects with my jaw, sending me into the darkness again.
This pattern of blacking out from beatings and rapes has gone on for god knows how long. It feels like it could have been weeks, but in reality it has only been a few long days. After Clutch rapes me yet again, and I pass out from another round of abuse, I wake sometime later to notice that the sun is setting. I glance at the clock noticing it is just shy of six o’clock. Not hearing Clutch moving around, I slowly get up off the couch and notice the blood stained couch cushion I had been sitting on. My hand goes to my belly instantly and I pray that the baby is okay, but don’t pause too long to think on it.
I make my way throughout the apartment and find no one in it except me. Knowing that I have only
a short time before Clutch returns, most likely with his brothers, I grab a few necessities and leave without looking back.
~Chapter Eleven~
~Doc
Spending the afternoon with the Knights, we head to their Clubhouse for a party early in the evening. Their Clubhouse is nothing special, but full of whores, members, and old ladies. The way that the whores and old ladies mix is something of an oddity to me. I cannot help but watch the interaction though, knowing that Ember will be in the same position shortly, and I’m hoping that I can find some ways to help her in her new role.
Heading back to the Knights’ Clubhouse, after a quick run back to the Devil’s Clubhouse for some essentials, brings much of the same. Gun and Blaze finding club whores to entertain them, while I am left thinking of my woman back home.
Seeing Moses in a heated conversation, I keep an eye on him, wanting to see how this situation plays out. After about ten minutes the discussion moves outside and I follow, seeing Moses and the other man engaging in a round of fighting. I keep my distance until the younger man takes out a gun and aims it at his Prez. Without skipping a beat, I take the knife outta my boot and throw it across the short distance, just as the man was about to pull the trigger. Catching him on the wrist so that his aim is thrown off, and Moses has time to gain the upper hand. As Moses takes control of the situation, he is quick to end the man who threatened him.
Walking over to me he just says, “I owe you one, Doc. Don’t forget it, I never will,” and walks past me back into the Clubhouse. Following him, I sit back down at the bar and continue to enjoy the Jack and beer that is flowing.