Lucifer’s Fury (A Motorcycle Club Romance) by Jacee Macguire Page B
Authors: Jacee Macguire
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expressions said enough.
The ride back to Shooter’s Hollow wasn’t enough to erase the pain of seeing all of that hard work all of our dreams go up in flames. One thing was certain. I would damn sure keep my word to erase every Twisted Bastard from the face of the Earth.
As we pulled into the parking lot of Lucifer’s Fury clubhouse, the gates rolling closed behind us, I decided that all of this was happening for a reason. Maybe this was where I was meant to be. Maybe our clubs were supposed to merge. Removing my helmet, I sat idle on my bike, letting the rumble of the engine soothe my bleeding heart as I thought about the future. I sat in a daze, staring straight ahead, my thoughts running wild.
“Lola? Lola, are you all right, doll?” Jasper asked, his hand gripping the back of my neck. Not hard, but enough to let me know he was there.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts I looked up at him. “I’m good. I need a fucking drink after that shit, though.”
“Then I have you covered.”
I killed the bike, got off my ride, and took his hand.
Once inside the clubhouse, we all grabbed a seat and waited on the sweet butts to bring us our usual rounds of ice cold beer. Five shots and a couple of pitchers of beer later, I found my backbone.
“We should do the merge,” I said, a little louder than I had planned. Damn liquor mouth.
Jasper went still. Everyone in the room went quiet. I glanced up at the frowning sweet butt standing across the table from me as she slammed a picture of beer on the table. Some of the contents sloshed onto the tabletop.
Beer foul, bitch.
“And you...” I pointed a long red nail at the club whore, a smirk on my face. I wasn’t in the mood for anyone’s shit tonight. “You better wipe that fucking frown off your face before I cut those damn pumped-up lips off your face and feed them to the dogs outside. You get me?”
“Go to hell, bitch,” the blonde girl snarled. “You don’t belong here. You aren’t good enough for the likes of these men and neither is your pack of she-male bitches.”
Oh hell no! She did not just call my girls she-male bitches. No way was I letting that shit slide. My control snapped. I vaulted over the table and took her down like a linebacker. We hit the floor with a thud and it was on. I didn’t pull my gun or my blade, though. I worked her stupid ass the old-fashioned way. She cried out when I punched her in the nose. I ignored her, deaf to her cries. All my fury and rage burst free with each punch that vibrated up my arm, my knuckles covered in blood and aching with each solid hit.
I was lost.
My rage monster was in control.
But before I could make contact again, Cherry Pie and Siren were pulling me off the whore. Kicking and shouting like a banshee, I fought to get free. Jasper and Suicide were on their feet, laughing their asses off.
“Stupid club whore,” I screamed, writhing and kicking against my girls, wanting to finish the bitch off. “I get my hands on you again and I’ll end you.”
The girl sobbed as she lay on the floor, staring up at me in absolute horror. Or was that pure fear? Didn’t matter. Who did she think she was telling me I didn’t belong here and calling my girls she-males? “I was born and raised in this goddamned clubhouse, you ragged-out bitch. You don’t belong here.”
Siren held my arms tighter as Cherry Pie grabbed my chin, jerking my face down to meet hers. “You good, mad dog? Cause I don’t think that twat can handle ya. Besides, seeing you fight always makes me horny.”
She laughed and I couldn’t help but smile back and let loose a laugh of my own.
“If we let you go, are you going to act like a good girl?”
I nodded. “Yep. I’m good. I’m so damn good,” I snarled, licking my lips. The metallic taste of blood hit the tip of my tongue and I frowned. “Jesus. I busted my damn lip.”
“Yeah, girl, you did. Nice vault over the table, though. So sexy. I love it when you go predatory. It’s
The ride back to Shooter’s Hollow wasn’t enough to erase the pain of seeing all of that hard work all of our dreams go up in flames. One thing was certain. I would damn sure keep my word to erase every Twisted Bastard from the face of the Earth.
As we pulled into the parking lot of Lucifer’s Fury clubhouse, the gates rolling closed behind us, I decided that all of this was happening for a reason. Maybe this was where I was meant to be. Maybe our clubs were supposed to merge. Removing my helmet, I sat idle on my bike, letting the rumble of the engine soothe my bleeding heart as I thought about the future. I sat in a daze, staring straight ahead, my thoughts running wild.
“Lola? Lola, are you all right, doll?” Jasper asked, his hand gripping the back of my neck. Not hard, but enough to let me know he was there.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts I looked up at him. “I’m good. I need a fucking drink after that shit, though.”
“Then I have you covered.”
I killed the bike, got off my ride, and took his hand.
Once inside the clubhouse, we all grabbed a seat and waited on the sweet butts to bring us our usual rounds of ice cold beer. Five shots and a couple of pitchers of beer later, I found my backbone.
“We should do the merge,” I said, a little louder than I had planned. Damn liquor mouth.
Jasper went still. Everyone in the room went quiet. I glanced up at the frowning sweet butt standing across the table from me as she slammed a picture of beer on the table. Some of the contents sloshed onto the tabletop.
Beer foul, bitch.
“And you...” I pointed a long red nail at the club whore, a smirk on my face. I wasn’t in the mood for anyone’s shit tonight. “You better wipe that fucking frown off your face before I cut those damn pumped-up lips off your face and feed them to the dogs outside. You get me?”
“Go to hell, bitch,” the blonde girl snarled. “You don’t belong here. You aren’t good enough for the likes of these men and neither is your pack of she-male bitches.”
Oh hell no! She did not just call my girls she-male bitches. No way was I letting that shit slide. My control snapped. I vaulted over the table and took her down like a linebacker. We hit the floor with a thud and it was on. I didn’t pull my gun or my blade, though. I worked her stupid ass the old-fashioned way. She cried out when I punched her in the nose. I ignored her, deaf to her cries. All my fury and rage burst free with each punch that vibrated up my arm, my knuckles covered in blood and aching with each solid hit.
I was lost.
My rage monster was in control.
But before I could make contact again, Cherry Pie and Siren were pulling me off the whore. Kicking and shouting like a banshee, I fought to get free. Jasper and Suicide were on their feet, laughing their asses off.
“Stupid club whore,” I screamed, writhing and kicking against my girls, wanting to finish the bitch off. “I get my hands on you again and I’ll end you.”
The girl sobbed as she lay on the floor, staring up at me in absolute horror. Or was that pure fear? Didn’t matter. Who did she think she was telling me I didn’t belong here and calling my girls she-males? “I was born and raised in this goddamned clubhouse, you ragged-out bitch. You don’t belong here.”
Siren held my arms tighter as Cherry Pie grabbed my chin, jerking my face down to meet hers. “You good, mad dog? Cause I don’t think that twat can handle ya. Besides, seeing you fight always makes me horny.”
She laughed and I couldn’t help but smile back and let loose a laugh of my own.
“If we let you go, are you going to act like a good girl?”
I nodded. “Yep. I’m good. I’m so damn good,” I snarled, licking my lips. The metallic taste of blood hit the tip of my tongue and I frowned. “Jesus. I busted my damn lip.”
“Yeah, girl, you did. Nice vault over the table, though. So sexy. I love it when you go predatory. It’s
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