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  Slash (Devil’s Fury MC 7)

  Harley Wylde

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  Table of Contents

  Slash (Devil’s Fury MC 7)

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dedication and Acknowledgments

  Harley Wylde

  Slash (Devil’s Fury MC 7)

  Harley Wylde

  Shella -- The Devil’s Fury are the only family I’ve ever truly had. My mom was a junkie. When she died, no one wanted me. Except Grizzly. I had a home, until things went horribly wrong. I went wild, pushed too many boundaries, and overstayed my welcome. So I ran and didn’t look back. Trouble always seems to find me, so it’s no surprise I ended up pregnant, alone, and scared out of my mind. Then Slash shows up. Out of all the Devil’s Fury brothers to come for me, why did it have to be the one I’ve been crushing on since I was a teenager?

  Slash -- Little Shella was always a pretty girl. Spoiled. Outspoken. A complete terror. Now that she’s all grown up, she’s stunning. I needed to keep my hands to myself, and maybe I would have if she hadn’t been adamant not to disclose the name of her baby-daddy. Only way to protect her is to give her my name. Doesn’t matter I’m old enough to be her father. When I find out her secrets, and the reason she’d behaved so badly, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to make her feel safe… even if it means burying a few men. I already have blood on my hands. What’s a little more?

  Prologue

  Slash -- Two Months Ago

  I heard the party at the clubhouse, the music blasting loud enough it rattled my fucking windows. Any other time, I’d have been right there with them. Of course, until the last few months, I’d also had brightly colored hair and a penchant for danger. Before I’d been staring at forty-five. My brothers at the clubhouse were mostly in their twenties and early thirties. The closer I got to fifty, the less I felt like fucking random pussy. Which was why I was at home, searching for porn so I could yank one out in the privacy of my living room, instead of taking sloppy seconds or fifths from one of the sluts who’d come to party.

  I’d stumbled across a webcam site the month before and enjoyed a few of the girls. The site had boasted someone new would be on this month, and I hadn’t had a chance to watch her yet. They’d kept her identity a big secret, only posting a close-up image of her eyes. Something about her had held my attention and I’d been anxious to see her show. By the time I logged in, I could see she’d already been live for a half hour. Even though I knew her show wouldn’t last much longer, I clicked to enter.

  My dick went rock hard.

  I couldn’t see her face. The man in front of her had a fistful of her hair, blocking the upper portion of her features. I could see her lips straining around his cock as he fucked her mouth. Another man tweaked her nipple as he pounded into her from behind. I’d never been one to share, but fuck that was hot! It was also the first show I’d seen that included more than just the webcam girl, at least through this particular site. I wondered if she’d do this all the time or if it was a special introductory type of show.

  I grabbed the lotion off the side table and slicked my palm before gripping my cock. Using long, slow strokes, I let the tension build as I watched them make her come. She licked her lips as the one in front of her pulled out of her mouth. I imagined that pink tongue lapping at my dick and nearly came. Jesus! I hadn’t even gotten a good look at her face and already I knew she’d dominate my fantasies for a while.

  “Fuck, babe. You’re incredible,” the first man said, petting her hair.

  “I’m up for more if you are.” Her voice was husky and pure sex. And strangely familiar, but I pushed the thought aside. No way I knew this little goddess. I stroked a little faster, gripping my dick harder.

  “Guess you better get me hard again,” the man said. “Then I’m fucking your ass.”

  Her lips parted and I saw the pulse in her neck flutter. He’d turned her on with his suggestion. Her gaze swung to the camera and I came, right at the same time I realized I was staring at Grizzly’s daughter, Shella. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  My breath sawed in and out of my lungs as I gaped at the screen. Shella was a webcam girl? And liked getting fucked by two guys at once?

  Grizzly had looked everywhere for her, until deciding to give her some space. We’d thought she’d come home when she was ready. If he found out about this, it would break his damn heart. No, if he discovered I’d just jerked off to her getting fucked on video, he’d break me. Even if he wasn’t the Pres of our club anymore, we all still respected him, and I didn’t doubt for a second he could knock me to the ground with one swing.

  The trio went at it again, and the show lasted another hour, with the parting shot of Shella’s pussy as she fucked herself with a vibrator. The fact I’d been rock hard the entire damn time was something I’d never tell another soul. Nor would I admit to jerking off twice more as I’d watched her pleasure herself.

  Even now, my balls ached with need. Knowing it was Shella made it feel all kinds of wrong, but I couldn’t deny I hadn’t wanted a woman this bad in months. Hell, maybe longer. Why hadn’t I realized sooner she’d grown into a sexy, curvy woman?

  I texted the web address to Outlaw. Find out where the IP is located. And keep it quiet.

  He responded almost immediately. Trouble?

  Not the kind he was thinking about. A woman.

  I’d leave it at that. Let him think what he wanted. I needed to find Shella and bring her home. Right after I spanked her ass for fucking random men for money. She might not be out on the streets selling herself, but she’d whored herself out just the same. If her sister found out, it would break Lilian’s heart. After all she’d suffered in Colombia, to have Shella do something like this was a slap in the face.

  “I’m
coming for you, little girl, and when I find you, there will be hell to pay.”

  I paid the extra to play back some of the scenes, and I took a picture with my phone of both men. If I found them, they were dead.

  Chapter One

  Shella

  The Hades Abyss had somewhat politely asked me to stop doing the webcam show and hinted that I should go home. All right. They hadn’t been polite about it at all. In fact, they’d seemed a bit concerned what would happen if my dad found out what I’d been doing. That was two months ago and now I found myself in another town, no closer to returning to the Devil’s Fury. How the hell could I?

  They’d hated me. Maybe not everyone, but quite a few had made it clear they weren’t too impressed with me. I admitted I’d acted like a brat. Even my dad had asked me to leave for a bit. I’d left. I just hadn’t gone back. I couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Especially after the last few mornings when I’d bolted out of bed and hung my head over the toilet.

  Stupid. You’re so fucking stupid. I’d let Owen and Riley fuck me for the webcam show and hadn’t thought to make sure they were going to wear condoms. Owen had asked if I was clean one second and had been balls deep in my pussy the next. Since it was a live show, I couldn’t exactly put up a fuss. Well, I could have but I’d have probably lost customers, and I’d needed that money to start over. Again.

  I’d gone to college but hadn’t finished my degree. Looking back, I wished I’d asked Dad to at least pay for me to finish online. I’d have been better off in the long run. Now I’d have even more responsibilities and going back to school would be twice as hard.

  Music pulsed through the club where I worked, and the smell of sex filled the air. I wasn’t taking any extra jobs, but some of the girls did. I didn’t think badly of them or anything, but the men who came here were on the sleazy side and I really didn’t want their dicks anywhere near me. Good thing too after what I’d just discovered.

  Someone banged on the bathroom door and I winced as I stared at the stick on the sink. Two lines. Pregnant. Fuck my life. Owen was just a Prospect so I knew there was no way I could go crawling to him and say I was carrying his kid. He seemed nice enough, but he was still earning his spot with the Hades Abyss. If Titan was pissed to find out I’d been one of the webcam girls, I could only imagine what he’d do if he knew one of his Prospects had knocked me up.

  Yeah. I wasn’t going back there. Owen was better off not knowing.

  But it meant I couldn’t go home either. My daddy would have a fit when he found out. Not to mention, things were still a bit uncomfortable between me and Lilian. She’d forgiven me for the part I played in the fucked-up shit she went through with Dragon. I just hadn’t forgiven myself yet. I’d been naïve. I wasn’t exactly worldly now for that matter. I wasn’t too sure Dragon had forgiven me either.

  “If your ass isn’t on the stage in five, you’re fired,” my boss yelled through the door.

  Shit. I’d have to tell him. Even if I danced another month or two, eventually I’d start to show, and I wouldn’t be able to strip anymore. Better get in at least one more show before I came clean. If he gave me the boot, I wanted tonight’s tips to get me through another week or so. I’d been saving so I wasn’t flat broke, but I wasn’t rolling in cash either. As long as I found a job before rent was due, I’d be okay. Maybe.

  I washed my hands, tossed the stick in the trash, and went out with a smile on my face. “Sorry, Ben. Just needed a minute.”

  He scowled at me as I hurried off. I went backstage and double-checked my appearance before slipping on my outfit. My music started and I rushed to the stage. On the next beat, I started strutting across the floor toward the pole. I dipped, twirled, and ran my hands down my body in time with the music. Reaching for the brass pole, I spun around it twice before leaping up and wrapping my legs around it. The men catcalled and cheered as I did my thing, slowly losing a piece of clothing at a time until I was down to my G-string.

  I dropped to my knees at the edge of the stage, thighs spread, breasts thrust up and head tipped back. I arched and ran my hand down my torso. I felt the vibration and heard the thud at the same time. Jolting, I looked up and found a pair of denim-clad legs inches from my face. As my gaze lifted, I saw the bottom of a leather cut, a gray tee tucked into the jeans, but when I got to the patches everything in me went still. Fuck.

  I jerked my gaze to his face and sucked in a breath. “Slash?”

  It looked like him but it didn’t. What had he done to his hair? It wasn’t blue, purple, green, or any other wild color. The mohawk was gone too. He looked… normal. Or as normal as a biker could. He glowered down at me and I knew I was in big fucking trouble.

  “Get the fuck up. Now,” he said, his voice a low growl.

  I got to my feet, my cheeks burning at the thought of him seeing me like this. How long had he been here? Why was he here?

  The club’s hired muscle rushed to the stage, but one look from Slash had both men stopping in their tracks. Couldn’t blame them. The bouncers might be burly but they also didn’t have a death wish. I had no doubt Slash could take them out with little effort, and it was clear they knew it.

  “No one’s allowed on stage,” said Marcus, the younger of the two.

  “I won’t be on stage, just as soon as little Miss Sunshine here gets her ass backstage and covered up,” Slash said. He leaned closer to me and dropped his voice. “Or I’ll be spanking that ass.”

  I gave a yelp and rushed off the stage, knowing damn well he’d do it, and probably out there in front of everyone too. Of course, I might get more tips that way. Did I want to chance it? Nope. I raced to the dressing room with Slash right on my heels. He didn’t seem to care about the naked women. Hell, I didn’t think he even noticed them. He was laser-focused on me.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  “Came for you,” he said.

  “Me? How did you even know where I was?”

  “Took some time. Been trying to track you down for two months.”

  My stomach dropped. “Why? Is… Is something wrong with Dad? Lilian?”

  “They’re fine, which you’d know if you bothered to call them. Ever.” He folded his arms. “First you have sex with men on a live show for money and now you’re in this dump stripping? What the fuck, Shella?”

  My stomach burned and my cheeks heated. I balled up my fists and fought hard not to take a swing at him. “What I do is none of your business, Slash. None! You don’t fucking own me.”

  “Want to bet?”

  I growled and swung anyway. He easily caught my fist, using it to yank me against him. I stumbled in my heels and crashed into his chest. Slash wrapped an arm around my waist and held on tight, no matter how much I squirmed. If he worried about the glitter now coating him, he didn’t show it.

  “Keep rubbing those tits all over me and see what happens,” he said.

  I went still, my heart racing. Slash had never spoken to me like that before. I looked up and noticed the heat burning in his eyes. Then again, he’d never looked at me like that before either. Don’t poke the bear! If I mouthed off right now, what would he do? Spank me like he’d said? Something more?

  I squeezed my thighs together. Shit. I was getting wet just thinking about Slash fucking me. On the upside, it wasn’t like he could knock me up. I didn’t think he’d find the humor in the situation, though.

  “You saw my show?” I asked. “Before and… and now?”

  He nodded. Slash put his lips by my ear. “Got me so fucking hot, Shella. Didn’t see your face on the screen until I was coming all over my hand. Then I yanked another two out while you got yourself off. Hard as a fucking rock right now. Trying to remind myself you’re Grizzly’s daughter, but I’m seconds from bending you over and fucking you, and I don’t give a good Goddamn who’s watching.”

  I gripped his cut and held on, worried my legs wouldn’t hold me. The Devil’s Fury VP had never given me a second glance before. Always treated me like a kid. I
t seemed things had changed in my absence.

  “What happens now?” I asked.

  “I take you home.”

  I shook my head. “No, Slash. I can’t! You don’t understand.”

  “Wash all that glitter and shit off, put on some clothes, and we can talk about it over a burger and fries. And don’t even think of trying to sneak out because I’m waiting right the fuck here.”

  He released me and I snatched up my clothes before darting to the small bathroom. It was really a closet with a tiny shower stall. One of the girls said Ben installed it two years ago so they could clean up before they left work. A few had kids and didn’t want to go home with glitter or body oil covering them. I scrubbed quickly with the generic soap and shampoo someone had left behind, then dried off with what I seriously hoped was a clean towel and pulled on my clothes.

  Slash leaned against the vanity I used when I was getting ready, arms folded and gaze locked on the bathroom door. The women eyed him like a piece of candy, and I didn’t blame them one bit. He was easy on the eyes. Always had been. He also didn’t look anywhere near his age. I knew he had to be around forty, but he looked closer to thirty. And at the moment, he was almost glitter free which meant he’d found a way to wipe it off or someone had helped.

  My gut burned at the thought of one of the girls putting their hands on him. I wanted to scream he was mine, except he wasn’t. I didn’t think anyone would ever lay claim to Slash. If they did, I doubted it would be a pregnant stripper. I knew how people looked at women like me. Slash needed someone the club would respect.

  I tugged on the hem of my denim skirt and fought the urge to make sure my shirt hadn’t slipped down to show off my bra. Normally I wouldn’t care. But I didn’t typically have the VP of the Devil’s Fury staring me down either. He held out his hand and I went to him, knowing it would be futile to refuse. He’d probably just toss me over his shoulder and carry me off anyway. Every last one of the bikers I knew were cavemen at heart. Sometimes they even sounded like them with unintelligible grunts instead of using words.