Free The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Page B

sorry.”
    “She wasn’t my mom.”
    “No but she was important to you.” Brenda wasn’t as important as Amy but she’d been a stepmom to Joker for the few years he’d lived at home. They’d been close.
    “Yeah, she was important.” Demon looked in time to see Joker’s hand trembled just a little. Nothing ever fazed Joker, but the prospect of going home clearly did.
    “How long has it been since you’ve seen Amy?”
    “Five years, maybe more, maybe less.”
    Joker knew the length of time. He was trying not to let it affect him. Demon took the bottle from him, pouring them both out a shot. He didn’t know exactly what had gone down between Joker and Amy, but it was something that sent Joker away. From what he knew, Joker tried to make sure he was never alone with Amy.
    “Dad’s pretty distraught. He needs some help back at home. Amy’s trying to deal with the death of her mother.” Joker stopped talking. His voice had become thick with emotion.
    “The club’s here for you when you need us.”
    “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” Joker clinked his glass with Demon’s. They both took another sip, each man lost in their own little worlds. “So what is going on with you and Deanna?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Come on, Demon. You and I both know if a bitch ran from you, you’d leave her alone. She’s shown more than once that she doesn’t want to be here. Why did you go and get her?”
    Demon didn’t answer right away. He poured another generous shot of alcohol into his glass. The truth was, he didn’t know what the fuck was happening. What started out as a simple transaction had changed dramatically in the course of a day. Deanna wasn’t going to take anything lightly. She didn’t want this life, yet he wanted her. Demon didn’t even know if he was going to be able to let her go. She’d entered his life and now there was no saying when or if he was going to be able to move on.
    Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear his head. All he saw was his semen trickling out of her ass. Fuck, the image along was enough to thicken his cock. He wanted her again, badly.
    “I can’t let her go.”
    “I hate to say this to you, Demon, but you may not have a choice.”
    He rubbed at his temple, staring at the dark amber liquid in his glass. There was no way he could handle this right now.
    “You can talk to me,” Joker said.
    Glancing over at his friend, Demon stared around the club. This was his life, where he intended to spend however long he had left on this planet. The club wasn’t just a fad to him. It was his life.
    “She’s different.” She was, too. He didn’t know why he wanted her the way he did. She was a weakness he couldn’t handle in his life right now.
    “Most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” Joker said, snorting.
    Demon slammed his fist against Joker’s side, shutting him up.
    “Okay, so different is good. You can work with different.”
    “Joker, no offense, we just fucking killed her father ’cause she couldn’t stand being in the club.”
    “We took her against her will. She’s got no one. Look at her from her perspective. She goes to see her dad and suddenly ends up being taken by a bunch of bikers. I imagine that shit is hard for anyone to handle, let alone a young woman. She’s what, twenty-one?”
    Demon tensed up. He didn’t have a fucking clue how old she was. Glancing over at Joker, he saw that the other man looked concerned.
    “Do you know how old she is?”
    “Fuck.” He downed the shot of scotch and jumped out of his chair. There was no way in this world he’d just fucked a minor. He wouldn’t do it. No fucking way.
    “I’m going to head out first thing in the morning.”
    “Let me know when you get there.” He headed back upstairs to the woman who had him in knots. Demon opened his bedroom door and paused. Deanna was still fast asleep in his bed. She looked so sweet, so tempting, too fucking innocent. Her leg was curled around the blanket, showcasing