Wolf (Devil's Fury MC 9) Harley Wylde (smallest ebook reader txt) 📖

wall and held her there, her toes scraping the floor as she tried to find purchase. “You have no power here. None. Whores spread their legs and do as they’re told. If you can’t even do that much, you’re fucking worthless.”

A hand landed on my shoulder and I cut my eyes that way, noting Demon had walked up. Another growl rumbled through me and I focused on Bethany again.

I heard more steps and soon Frost and Doolittle had joined us.

“She threw a bottle at him,” Doolittle said. “At his bad leg.”

Demon’s eyebrows arched as he stared at Bethany. “You think it’s okay to assault a brother?”

“S-sorry,” she stammered. “C-can’t b-breathe.”

I narrowed my eyes and squeezed a little harder. Fury licked through me, making me want to destroy her. I’d never been so pissed at a woman before, and I didn’t know why her behavior had set me off so bad now. Wasn’t the first time a whore hadn’t remembered her place. Wouldn’t be the last.

I released her, letting her drop to the floor.

“You okay?” Frost asked, his head cocked to the side.

I ran my hands up and down my thighs. “No. I need a shower.”

Demon rocked back on his heels. “This isn’t about her throwing the bottle. What happened before that?”

“She wouldn’t take no for an answer. Kept pushing to get in my pants,” I said.

Demon climbed onto the nearest table and looked out over the small crowed. “Listen up, bitches. Wolf is off the market. Touch a brother who has an old lady, unless he invites you to do so, and the consequences will be severe. Fair warning, none of us will want you touching us. Why go slumming when we have perfection at home?”

I heard a few gasps from the women in the room as Demon got off the table. He eyed Bethany and I noticed I’d left fingermarks on her neck. I bit back the apology that rose to my lips. Anyone else and I’d have felt like shit for hurting them, but if she’d only listened and left me alone, I wouldn’t have lost it. Besides, showing any weakness to these women would be a mistake.

“You’re banned from the Devil’s Fury clubhouse,” Demon said, holding Bethany’s gaze. “You come here again, and I will personally see to your punishment, and it won’t be the kind you enjoy.”

Bethany gave a jerky nod and stumbled her way to the door.

“Sorry, Demon.” I shook my head. “I’ve never…”

“I know, brother. Come on. Steel, Dagger, and Blades are in Church trying to figure this shit out. I have a feeling that’s why you’re here. I know for damn sure it wasn’t to get pussy since you have Glory at home.”

“Why do these bitches have to cause so much drama?” Frost muttered. “They have to know the score. Since when has any of us taken one of them as an old lady? Never, that’s when.”

The clubhouse doors flew open, and Van rushed inside, looking seconds from puking. He shoved a small cooler into Demon’s hands, then ran down the hall. I saw him slam his way through the bathroom door and heard the sound of retching a moment later. Something told me I wouldn’t like whatever was in the chest.

“Let’s take this elsewhere,” Demon said.

Frost and Doolittle followed us into Church. Demon set the cooler on the table and opened the lid, his eyes hardening when he saw the contents. As much as I didn’t want to know, I needed to find out how sick the bastard was who had taken the doc. That had to be where this had come from.

I peered inside and my knees felt a little weak. It wasn’t one thing in there, but many. I saw at least four fingers. A few toes. Teeth. When I saw what the other bags held, I understood why the Prospect had thrown up. I was damn close to it myself.

“That sick son of a bitch,” I muttered. “Demon, there’s no way she’s survived all that. And if she did, I don’t think she’ll want to live.”

Demon frowned and reached into the chest, shoving the ice around. He pulled out a clear zipper bag with a flash drive inside. “Anyone have a computer handy?”

“Are we sure we want to see what’s on there?” Doolittle asked. “Man, with the contents of that ice chest, I’m not sure I can handle seeing it in person. Cutting off a dude’s fingers and other parts is one thing, but a woman as sweet as the doc? Fuck.”

“I’ll get a Prospect to find one and bring it here,” I said, stepping into the hall. Too bad the one in the office was a desktop. I couldn’t exactly pick it up and move it. I tracked down Garrick and sent him to retrieve one from Outlaw. I knew he always had extra ones lying around.

While we waited, I got all of us a beer, having a feeling we’d need it. Hell, I probably should have grabbed the Jack off the shelf instead. I downed mine in a few swallows and tried to sit still. I wanted to pace. Hit something. Scream the damn building down.

“The fucker is killing her while we sit here doing jack shit,” I said. “Assuming she’s not already dead. I only hope she didn’t suffer. And Glory is next on his list.”

“We’ll find him,” Steel said. “No one is getting to Glory. We’ll put as many men on her as we have to. Even inside the compound.”

“Fuck if I’m letting her go outside the gates until he’s caught! I don’t care if she gets pissed at me or not. The thought of opening one of those chests and finding her parts in there? No. I can’t… I will lose my fucking shit.” I closed my eyes and prayed for a damn miracle. We needed one. I couldn’t lose Glory.

“Brother, we’ve got your back,” Dagger said. “The club isn’t going to let anything happen to Glory.”

“I’ll take a shift watching your house if