Free Hard as Steel by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow

door. Eloise didn’t know shit about working at the club, but it had been cute for the last hour to watch her try. Deanna was doing everything she could to help her get settled in. There was no way he was letting her go back to that scumbag of a boss. He wanted to keep an eye on her and had already told the other brothers of the club that she was off limits. Steel didn’t like to share his pussy, and Eloise was certainly his.
    One night with Eloise was never going to be enough for him.
    “So, we’ve got to take Daniella to her father today,” Demon said, bringing him back to the business at hand. Church at the Soldiers of Wrath was a chance for everyone to catch up, but to get business taken care of, too. The club didn’t run itself. Demon was one hell of a Prez and kept them all in line, and for the most part, out of the line of fire.
    “Why are we fucking babysitters again,” Striker asked. The other brother sat in the corner, sporting a black eye from Weasel. “We’ve got better things to do.”
    “You’ve got better things to do?” Demon asked. “Maybe you should think about that fucking patch you’re supporting on your jacket, Striker.”
    “Demon—”
    “No, you don’t get to fucking ‘Demon’ me. I’m the one who runs this fucking club. I decide what you get to do and not do.”
    Steel stared at his club president, who was looking at everyone.
    “If you’ve got a fucking problem, stand up, and I’ll be happy to deal with whatever shit you’ve got to say,” Demon said.
    None of the brothers could take Demon in a fight. They’d all get pummeled into the floor and be lucky to get out alive. Demon wasn’t known for taking shit, it was why he’d lasted this long as president. He proved his weight in gold to the club. There were fewer deaths, more respect, and a hell of a lot to look forward to in life.
    Before Demon took over the Soldiers, Steel wouldn’t have dared bring a sweet thing like Eloise around the club. Demon got in as president and took all the scum out of the club. There were a lot of men around the table today who owed Demon far more than their lives; they owed him their years of loyalty and servitude. A life doesn’t even begin to cut it in the scheme of things.
    “Zeke’s running us around for his daughter,” Striker said.
    Demon slammed is fist on the table. Something snapped underneath and the men quickly grabbed the table to stop it from falling onto their legs.
    “Zeke is a necessary fucking evil in our lives right now. The Soldiers can take care of one little girl. What’s the problem?”
    “Daniella isn’t a problem,” Shakes said. “You got a problem with her, you take it up with me.”
    The whole table grew silent.
    “No, Shakes. You can fuck any cunt you want, but you leave that one alone. Zeke’s a necessary evil for us. I’m not having that crazy motherfucker coming after us because one of my boys couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”
    “Prez, Daniella is a grown woman—”
    “I don’t give a fuck if it’s my grandmother, Shakes. Keep your dick in your pants. There are plenty of bitches here who’ll be happy to rub that little itch you’ve got going,” Demon said.
    The stare off between Shakes and Demon didn’t go well. “I haven’t fucked her.”
    “Keep it that way. I’m not going to give Zeke any excuses to come after my men. My priority is this club, keeping you lot alive. We’re just an MC club to this guy. He doesn’t give a shit.”
    “Well, I’ve got some news that’s interesting,” Joker said, speaking up.
    “What?” Steel asked, amused with the way the meeting was going. Every now and then he saw Eloise moving around the bar through the windows. She kept tripping over her own feet; it was so cute. He couldn’t wait to get her alone once again.
    She wasn’t ready to give the guys in the club a show, but when she was, he’d be more than happy to fuck whenever he got the chance. Her pussy was so fucking tight and hot.