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when she glanced at the mirror again it was to see the
marks Diesel had left on her body. She had known there would have been bruises,
had felt the pressure and pain from his hold as he slammed into her repeatedly,
but now to see the marks of his “affection” toward her had her insides
liquefying. She ran a finger along the finger and thumbprint sized bruises on
either side of her waist. They were barely formed, and she knew by tomorrow
they would be a stark contrast to her pale flesh. Maggie turned her attention
away from the sight and headed into the shower. The sooner she put Diesel and
what they had done behind her, the better. But it was going to be damn hard
with the memories of him, the marks on her body, and the soreness between her
thighs.

Chapter Seven
     
    Diesel sat at the club table and listened to Jagger go over usual daily business concerning the bar and underground
fighting. The money was lucrative, especially with the hype moving around Steel
Corner and the surrounding towns. More guys were training to fight, and more
were coming in to place their bets. Stinger and Court chimed in on some of the
less favorable things, included a local gang that was trying to butt heads with
them on a small part of territory that was just outside of Steel Corner, but
still within the city parameter. Diesel had tried calling Jagger last night
after he dropped off Maggie, mainly to fill him in on the unknown MC that he
had seen at the barn, but also because he had needed to occupy his mind. It had
been hard to just drive off, because as much as he knew seeing her again wasn’t a good idea, he also knew that fucking her
hadn’t eased any of his need for her. If anything it made it stronger. But he
had seen the way she had looked at him, all freaked out and shit because he
hadn’t used a condom. He couldn’t blame her, that had been stupid as hell, but
he hadn’t been lying when he said he had no control while he had fucked her.
His bear had been the one taking control, and all his human side had been doing
was enjoying the ride. And shit had it been one hell of a ride. He should have
known he hadn’t put a condom on when he felt the intense heat of her cunt all
the way around his dick, and the slickness of her arousal coming from her and
soaking the area between them.
    “ Yo , D,
my man?”
    He looked over at Jagger. All the members were
staring at him, and he shifted, realizing that he had been thinking too hard
about Maggie and screwing her, and now he was sporting massive wood. He reached
under the table and adjusted himself since his dick was digging into his
zipper, and cleared his throat.
    “D, I said I missed your call, but you didn’t leave
a message. This have anything to do with that MC you
and Stinger saw at the fight last night?”
    Diesel looked at Stinger. “Yeah. I didn’t want to leave that shit over a burner, and knew I’d see you today, but
looks like Stinger got to you first.” Stinger grinned and brought the joint he
seemed to always be smoking back to his lips and inhaled. “You know anything
about the Brothers of Menace MC?” He looked at Jagger and watched as his
President leaned back in his chair.
    “I know they are originally from Arizona, but heard
from McNamara and his gang that they are trying to set up a club in River Run.”
Diesel nodded. “I just found that shit out this morning. After Stinger let me
know about them showing up on our turf and going to the barn I called McNamara
to see if he heard anything.” McNamara was one of the local thugs that were
stationed out of River Run, the next town over. McNamara and his crew ran
smaller, illegal operations that had to do with drugs and petty theft. No one
could get to Steel Corner without passing through River Run, and no one passed
through River Run without McNamara knowing. “When I got that news from him I
did a little digging on that MC. Seems like that MC is made up of a bunch of
Nomads from different charters of the