CH 1-10

Summary

She has taken over her father’s city and has hidden secrets and no man ever seems to get close enough to learn about her. Diesel is a ruthless biker, who changes that, but his secrets are just as bad.

1: Serena – Looking Out

Serena POV:

Standing by the window, I take in the city below me, my city. People think men rule, and that men are the only ones to strike fear through people. They always underestimate me. I laugh to myself at the thought. I was brought up to rule, to take over. While my father wanted a son, everything was left to me, and I have done nothing but prove to him that a woman can rule and ensure everything goes well.

My head falls forward, this world isn’t what it was before. My father retired, and things changed, but not as much as in the last few months with him gone entirely. Death took him, and for some reason, when people hear of his death, they fight me. They think I will crack and become weak; instead, I stand taller, and stronger and fight back just as hard, if not harder.

Yet, I can’t stop the feeling of hate. I hate myself for how I am and for the things I have done. This world is a man’s world, or at least a woman’s without remorse because every time I cause blood to drop, it burns me inside. I hate myself. I have no choice, though. If I don’t fight them, if I don’t punish their behaviour, they will take over the city, my dad’s city. My. City!

“Miss.”

I spin around, hearing the voice. “Yes?” I look at Dwayne as he smiles at me.

He steps farther into the room. “Mr Lewis is refusing to answer.”

I sigh. I thought I could go a day without the hassle, but clearly not. “Mr Lewis, who is he?” I can’t remember, how can I? There are too many people in this city for me to remember everyone, what they owe and how they act.

“He owns a small garage, biker guy. He has missed three payments.” Dwayne explains, stepping closer to me. His eyes looking across my body, I swear these guys are sickening. Every time and the amount of times I have had to show my power by breaking fingers is stupid. They need to keep their eyes off me.

“Bring him in. Find him and bring him in.” I haven’t met Mr Lewis, and while I am a fool to think it, maybe he doesn’t realise I took over from my father? That the debt is still there to be paid?

“If he refuses?” Dwayne asks.

I roll my eyes. Is he that stupid? “He doesn’t get to refuse. It isn’t a question, Dwayne, and he comes with you. No arguments.” Moving, I sit at the desk. I watch as he leaves, my eyes glancing at George and Sam. “You two leave me for a bit. Stand outside, I don’t care. Just leave the room and close the blinds on your way out.” I watch as they nod and close the blinds before leaving.

I hate having guards. I know I need them. If I die, no one is left to take over, and everyone will be fighting to be that top person. The police will start to gain back control, and then everything will change. No one thinks of that, though. They see it as once I am gone, they can rule, but to rule, they need my estate, to own this city. Without that, they are nothing, and the police will throw them away. Without the immunity I give them, they would be locked up.

My head falls back as I just relax in the perfect silence of the office. I am preparing myself for what is to come. The moment when I have to stand up to this Mr Lewis and force him to realise that while I am a woman, I am not a fool and won’t be taken for granted. Force may be needed, and I need to be prepared because that is something I hate. If they see that weakness in my eyes when I try to torture someone or hurt them, they won’t see me as their leader anymore.

No, I will be nothing more than a woman, like my mother was. No respect, not real respect. She only got the respect because of my father, because of who he was. Without him, she had no respect. I have earned it myself. I have saved people from debt and given them a lifeline which is still in debt but helps them keep their homes or businesses.

I have ensured people get the message when they do the wrong thing. I take the money from businesses every month, and you could say I am The Sheriff of Nottingham, like from Robin Hood. I take from all the businesses just as my father did, for them having immunity and the life of living in this town.

I’m not that bad, though. I don’t go to the old man’s house and take his pension, and I don’t go knocking on that mum’s door who has pennies and take her money, purely business. Whether they are legal or illegal, everyone pays me for having a business in my city. Moreso if it is illegal and they need immunity.

I got respect by doing things my father’s way, but that immunity I offer runs out when someone forgets to pay, stands up against me, or does something stupid. I remove that immunity, the police take them, and I take their businesses.

I didn’t want this life, but when my father kept saying how I could never do this because I am a woman, I swore I would. Just to prove him wrong, only I signed up for a life sentence. A life sentence I have no way out of until I have children and they grow, hopefully, a boy, because while I can do everything, and I am. I agree. No woman should do this. It is brutal, and all I can think of every time I wipe another person from this planet is that they have just left behind their children, wives, and parents. I caused it, and I could show mercy but showing mercy is showing weakness.

2: Diesel – Sadistic Moves

Diesel POV:

I throw down the spanner, annoyed, the smell of grease flooding through me. I quit today. I can’t do it. Sitting down, I lean against the car.

“Fancy a ride?”

I laugh without even looking up at Rooster. “No. This shit needs sorting. You heard from him yet?” I look up now.

“Nothing, disappeared once you took care of that Graham dude. I guess he left the city.” Rooster laughs.

“No one fucks with Roosters, daughter. At least now they will know.” They don’t! I have known Rooster since I left school. He is fifteen years older than me. His daughter is stunning, a beauty but dumb as shit and always going for those guys who use her.

“Cheers for that, by the way.” He says while looking at me.

“No thanks needed.” I did what was needed. He couldn’t. One swipe of his leg, and he would have been a dead man. If it weren’t for his prosthetic leg, I would have told him to deal with it. I couldn’t, though.

I watched as little Jessie ran through the garage crying, telling him about how Graham and Andy were using pictures to blackmail her. She looked like a broken princess, and I couldn’t ignore it. Andy got away, and if he is wise, he won’t return unless he wants to become like Graham, six feet under.

“You should give her a try, you know.” His words are quiet.

Looking at him, I laugh. “You’re fucked, Rooster. Let her find a cute soft guy to marry and love. We all know I would break her heart just as fucking quick as the jerks I keep beating up or killing for hurting her.” I would, and I don’t like her.

She is hot, fucking amazing actually, but I can’t. Maybe because I was sixteen when I met Rooster, and she was fourteen? I saw her as my little sister, and I can’t even consider going near her in that way.

“She would be happy, though.” Rooster nudges me.

“She would be in tears every day. Not happening, Rooster. She is like my sister, and the fact she wants more is creepy. Do me a favour, though, and tell her to stop letting guys use her. Pictures, really?” I look at him. She is twenty-three. She should know better.

“She is wild like her mother was. What can I say?” Rooster laughs.

“There is wild, and then there is stripping and letting two guys take pictures of her naked. Did you ever find out why?” I didn’t ask. Hell, I didn’t want to see the pictures, but I had no choice but to check each and every picture was there before killing him.

“Apparently, she wanted attention. I will speak to her, Diesel, and make her aware that she can’t keep trying to get your attention. You’re not interested, and to back off.” Rooster laughs, pulling the helmet over his head. “See you tomorrow.” He holds his hand up as he kicks the bike to life and leaves.

I laugh. I never thought I would see Rooster on a bike again after the accident. He lost his leg, but after nearly a year of practising, he taught himself to ride a bike again despite the fake leg.

While part of me thinks I should quit for the night, go home and relax. Forget about the stupid fucking car that seems not to want to be fixed. I know I can’t. I will be a day behind then customers will complain. Standing up, I lean over the bonnet, once again my hands beginning to work.

A short while after, I hear the shuffle of feet. It isn’t Rooster, I would have heard his bike, and it isn’t Jessie as there is no clanging of her heels. Peering around the hood, I look at the two guys.

“Closed, come back tomorrow.” I can’t be arsed with more work right now.

“Not here for your business. Well, not yet.”

Standing, I look at them both confused. “Then what the fuck are you doing in my garage?” I go to grab the rag to clean off my hands, stopping as I see their car. Pierce, why the fuck are they here?

“Now we have your attention, you need to come with us.” One of the guys says while standing and looking at me. I glance back to the car.

“Does it need to be now?” I want to get this heap of shit fixed.

“Either you walk or we drag.” He steps forward again.

“Look, he is dead, what is the point? You two running around collecting his debt or something?” I laugh shaking my head, of course, his minions tried taking over.

“Actually. Miss Pierce would like to talk with you about your unpaid debt.”

I turn and look at the other guy, Miss Pierce. Wait, his fucking daughter? I laugh looking at them like they are crazy, she can fucking wait. “I need time to finish this. I am already a few hours behind. You can wait, and then I will come.” My work comes first, I watch as they step forward.

“No, you will come now. She is waiting for you.” The bigger guy steps forward, I guess I lose both my options tonight. I can’t go home and leave this shit until tomorrow and I can’t do the car now.

No, I have to go to her royal highness and sort that shit first. I thought it was over. I thought once he died everything would be over.

No debt, nothing. I was wrong, clearly, his little girl is trying to take over. It isn’t a world for a lady, not at all, especially not one as young as Miss Pierce. I watch them step closer, my hands going up. “Okay, okay, I get the fucking hint! I’m coming.” Throwing down the spanner I walk out with them.

“In the car.”

I glance at them and then at my bike. “How am I meant to get back? You realise if I came on the bike it would save a lot of hassle right?” It would.

“In the fucking car.” He stands up to me and I have to laugh, he is smaller than me. I won’t fight though. I continue laughing as I climb into the back of the car. I hope Miss Pierce doesn’t mind a bit of filth, as she is sure getting some tonight.

3: Serena – Meeting Mr Diesel

Serena POV:

I sit waiting, and they seem to be taking a while, and I have to wonder if this Mr Lewis guy is putting up a fight. I open the file we have on him, and it seems like he stopped all payments once he realised my father had died.

Yet he still used his immunity, killing a guy and walking free. So he uses the immunity I give and then refuses to pay? I sit and read his file. It is interesting. While his garage is legal, he does a lot that isn’t legal. He needs us to keep him out of prison, to keep him having immunity.

Hopefully, just the threat of removing that immunity will make him pay up and behave. He is only twenty-five, yet he has grown in his city a lot. He has connections, from what I can see, connections to many people and businesses.

Why would he not pay? Was it simply because he believed now my father had died, no one would bother him? Did he know I took over and just saw me as a weak female? That is one belief I will need to destroy if he does.

“Miss.” I look up to Dwayne. “Mr Lewis is here.” He steps out of the way, and I watch as Mr Lewis walks in. He clearly was disturbed at work and is covered in grease and oil. Still in filthy clothes and not looking pleased either. I watch as George and Sam walk in and stand close to me.

“Please sit, Mr Lewis.” I point to the seat, his eyes going to George and Sam.

“What, are you worried I am going to try to kill her or something?” He looks towards George and Sam as he sits down.

“They are here for my protection regardless of who is in the room,” I explain while trying to smile at him. My eyes go over his body. He is nice. Somehow the filthy biker look is turning me on. Wait, what am I doing? “Do you know why you’re here?” I look at his face and try to keep my eyes off his body.

“Not hard to guess. Daddy’s little princess is trying to run the city, and what? Force me to pay a debt that was owed to him, not you.” He shrugs his shoulders like he sees me as nothing.

“Please do not call me little princess again!” I find that worse than these guys staring at my damn body and drooling. Little princes! Who the hell does he think he is?

“Is my conception of you wrong? If it is, please just say, but we all knew your mother was the queen and didn’t get her hands dirty, and we all know you will follow her steps.”

“Mr Lewis, your conception is very wrong and off. You used the power of my name for immunity recently yet have the guts not to pay?” I look at him, trying not to get into an argument over stupid things right now like him seeing me as weak.

“Well, your father, Ray, died. Things went awfully quiet, princess, and of course, we all knew this city was no longer run by the Pierces because there was none left. Just you, and running a city isn’t any job for a princess.” He smiles, yet his eyes constantly go to George and Sam.

“George, Sam, can you two wait outside please.” If he sees I am not afraid to be sat alone with him, it might help. He might see me as someone who isn’t scared so easily. They both look at me, shocked, and I point to the door watching as they walk out.

“So, Mr Lewis, the way I see it is you either pay or lose your immunity. Every piece of evidence that was lost against you will be found.” All it takes is one click, one click, and the police have all the evidence again to lock him up.

“Is that how you work, princess? Threat someone’s immunity, threaten to have them locked up? You work different to your father, and he made it known we had no choice but to pay.” He seems smug like he can win against me.

“Is there a choice? I am sure I have given you no choice but to pay Mr Lewis because the alternative is to lose your life.” I stand and walk around my desk to face him, and he just laughs.

“You see, me getting locked up does not help you. You still won’t get the money, and that is where you and your father are different.”

He is pushing as if he really believes I won’t hurt him. He underestimates me. I step forward, and he simply smiles at me while staying perfectly still, unphased and unaware of just how I do business. I stop right in front of him.

“You will pay by tomorrow midday, or there will be consequences.” He needs to take my words and accept this is real, and he can’t push me around like I am weak.

“Make me, princess.” He grins wider.

Moving, I swing my fist, watching as it connects to his nose, making him jump back in his seat, his eyes widening. I slide my hand down and grab out the knife pressing it against his neck as my hand tangles into his hair.

“How about this, does it make you want to fucking pay?” I glare at him. I have had enough of being called, princess!

He laughs, his eyes widening. “Do you think no one has held a knife to my throat before?” He moves, pushing forward on the blade. “Blades don’t scare me, princess.”

Well, I guess I go to my father’s level. I push him back and climb onto him, the tip of the knife digging against his neck, and the blood drips free.

“How about this, imagine someone strapped to this chair, unable to move. With me here sat on them, the knife against their throat, only I don’t stop, I fucking pull and ruin their pretty neck. You don’t have many weaknesses Mr Lewis, but Jessie sure is one and if that payment isn’t in the account by tomorrow, guarantee she is dead.”

I watch as his eyes widen and his body goes stiff. He cares about her. I worked that out from the information we have on him. “Now, is this more like how my Daddy did it?”

“No, you’re fucking crazy! He would never threaten Jessie.”

“Good, because now you understand I am not a weak woman, I am not a woman scared to get her hands dirty or to kill someone who ignores my warnings! She won’t be the first I kill or the last Mr Lewis so that money needs to be in the bank by tomorrow.” I look at him, waiting, watching as he nods. “And no more princess. If less you accept, this princess is a badass and crazy and will kill every person you care for and love.”

“Consider me staying in line, princess.” His words are quiet as I keep the point of the blade pressed firmly against his neck. My eyes on it, watching the tiny drop of blood run down his neck, my eyes slowly looking across her body as my breathing hitches. He is wild and smells it as well.

“Like what your eyes are eating princess?” His voice is a growl.

My head snaps up, shit! I move back and step away from him feeling the wetness between my legs. “You can go, payment by tomorrow night Mr Lewis. I also want you to check in every few days.” He seems like someone who will pack up little Jessie and hide her to get out of paying.

“Do all the men get such a luxury option?” He grins at me as he stands.

“Don’t think you’re special. I don’t trust you and that is why I want to keep a closer eye on you.” Maybe it is wrong and I shouldn’t? I just sat on him, which was fine, until I started looking across his body and craving him. Craving him so much I got wet thinking about him.

4: Diesel – Taunting Touches

Diesel POV:

I stand looking at her waiting. She says it is to watch me, yet her eyes were clearly checking me out. Lingering all too long on my body as she straddled me with that damn blade pushed against my neck. As she forgot her plan, her body pushed closer to mine, the blade digging deeper.

“I felt privileged Miss Pierce, for a moment there I thought you wanted to be around me more.” I smile at her as I step forward. “Wanted more than just me to pay off what I owe.” I step forward again, god she teased me.

“You have it wrong. Money by tomorrow, and check in every few days. It was nice to see you, Mr Lewis, hopefully, next time it will be on better terms and not me having to get someone to drag you here.” She stands looking at me like she is waiting for me to leave.

I step forward until I am in front of her. “Something tells me you would enjoy dragging me back here. That you enjoy me pushing you until you feel like you have to go to the extreme to prove you’re not weak.”

“What are you doing?” She looks at me shocked.

I know her, I heard the stories before. Stories of how she would beat a man down just for looking at her, yet here I am. Stood here, almost touching her and she hasn’t stopped me.

“Nothing, I am just standing here. What are you doing?” I watch her as she bites against her lip. “You should let me bite that for you.” I lick my lips, watching as she looks up shocked. Smiling at her I wink. “Tell me to get me out, to leave.” I look are her, daring her to.

My body falls back onto the chair as her hands push against me, a slight chuckle escaping my lips as she straddles me. Her hand grasps into my hair and she pulls my head back. Groaning I feel my cock stiffen beneath her as she grinds against mine, a quiet moan escaping her mouth.

“Take this as your warning. Keep your distance if you value your cock.” I feel the knife pushing against my erection. “Watch how you act around me.”

I laugh slightly, she is hot when she is mad. The fact she thinks I don’t know she is turned on is amazing. She moves off me while still holding the knife.

“See you in a few days, Mr Lewis. Dwayne, here please.” She stands behind her desk looking flustered, I watch as he walks in. “Show Mr Lewis out, please and tell those two I am going home for the night.”

I feel Dwayne pushing me towards the door, stopping I turn back to her. “It was a pleasure to meet you, princess. I look forward to next time.” Dwayne pushes me out of the door.

“Word of advice, stay away from her.” He opens the door waiting for me to walk out.

Smiling I nod before walking out. He clearly doesn’t realise she wants me to check in, which I plan to do. A lot. Walking home my mind can’t stay off her. Her body straddling mine, the way she ground against my cock. I need to go back to the garage, finish that car then go home.

At least the garage is closer than my place. The walk there doesn’t help though, my cock is still swollen and all I can see in my head is her. Her brown hair shaping her face as she straddled me, and those big emerald eyes staring into mine.

Over and over, and each time I see her kneeling above me, I lose a little more of my sanity. She is different, so damn different. I stop suddenly looking at the door to my garage confused.

“What are you doing here?” I look at Jessie confused.

Her smile widens as she steps forward stumbling slightly. She is drunk. “I came to see you, my dad told me you know.” She wiggles her finger at me.

“Good, you got the memo. Go home, Jessie.” I walk around her towards the door, her hand reaching out and grabbing me. “Jessie!” I step back open the door and walk through.

“We have always been close haven’t we Diesel? Remember my eighteenth birthday?” She steps towards me, how can I forget? I tried but I can’t.

“Yes, and it was stupid and crazy of you Jessie. We’re close, but we can’t be together. You’re like my sister.” Weird, she is, a hot sister who I see and if I let myself I would want her. Still, I treat her like my sister.

“A sister who you get hard for? My birthday, me naked on that car when we walked in.” She steps forward and my hand goes up.

“Which was a mistake and nothing happened. I told you to get dressed and to leave. Jessie, you said your dad had told you!” What the fuck has Rooster said? I know that is my mistake, I couldn’t love her, couldn’t see me with her for life. I would destroy her when I fuck her and walk away.

“Yeah you see, he told me. I feel like you just push me away though, like you push every woman away. Through fear, doubt and all that. You secretly want me, Diesel, so just fuck me.” She stands ahead of me, her hand stroking along my chest.

“Enough! Jessie I can’t keep saying no nice anymore. I don’t want you, in any way. It has nothing to do with me being scared, worried, or any of that shit. I don’t like you, not in that way. Stop trying so fucking hard because that is what scares men away or makes them fuck you and run!” I stare at her, watching tears fill her eyes.

Shit, I didn’t mean to shout but saying no nice no longer fucking works.

“Fuck you!”

I step towards her. “Jessie.”

“Don’t, leave me alone.” She walks towards the door.

Moving I rush to it and block her way. “You can’t go home in this mess. Let me call your dad. He can come to get you.” I can’t let her go home alone.

“Who is she?”

I look up at her confused.

“Don’t play dumb! I saw your face, the way you were before you saw me. I saw just how fucking hard you were, I thought it was me in your head. Then you saw me and it all went.” She looks at me.

“Forget about me and who I like or want. I’m calling your dad.” Taking out my phone I send Rooster a message. Screw calling she is likely to scream and throw shit at me.

“So there is a woman? Is that why you always say no?”

I groan slightly, she is drunk and will no doubt regret this tomorrow. “Jessie. Sit down I will make you a coffee.” I lock the door and walk to the kettle, at least she can’t escape now and run. I watch as she sits in one of the cars, I won’t argue with her. Not tonight, normally I scream and tell her to stop sitting in people’s cars I am fixing, but tonight I won’t add another fight onto this war.

I hand her the cup and walk to the car. I will work, and Rooster should show soon.

“You’re going to pretend I’m not here?” She gets out of the car and walks around to me. I carry on working, ignoring her standing there. “She didn’t let you fuck her, did she?”

I ignore her words, yet they push me back, back to her, back to her body on mine. I wish I hadn’t walked out of that office.

“You’re quiet, is that because I am right? You were ready to fuck her and she didn’t want you.”

I carry on with the car, knowing she is wrong. She wanted me, hell she ground against my cock and moaned! I hear her chuckle, my mind now trying to ignore Jessie and stop replaying tonight, the blade against my neck, the pleasure from those few moments.

“Speak to me, Diesel.”

She’s in my head. That fucking princess and her blade against my neck, as she threatened me, is one hell of a tease. I just want to go back there, throw her against the wall, and get rid of this savage need that she caused.

“You could use me, fuck me. Get rid of the need by using me.” I hear her words but try to ignore them as I concentrate on the car, which is fucking useless! I’m going down, and not quietly either, in a ball of flames. I am falling and crashing hard.

I’m there. Right back there seeing her above me. Feeling her grind against me. She is a fucking tease. One I need to fuck, even just once.

“Right here Diesel, you could have me right here and now.” I hear Jessie’s words and feel her body pushing towards mine. “Look at me Diesel, I dare you to.” Her words are tempting. “You could always fuck me and imagine I am her.” I keep my eyes closed, still seeing her there. Seeing the look in her eyes, and hearing that small moan that escaped her mouth.

“DIESEL!” I open my eyes to see Jessie standing naked, shit. “Are you still going to refuse? You have me here naked right now, to fuck.”

Maybe it is a foolish move? But she is in my head and won’t leave, and Jessie, well she just keeps throwing herself at me naked. Moving, I slam her against the wall, my lips attacking hers as I moan. My hands feel across her body and this is so fucked up. Fucked up because in my head I see her, I see her above me, the blade, I don’t see Jessie.

I hear her small moan, my hips grinding against her, I slide my hands down her body, palming her ass I lift her so that her legs wrap around me.

“Diesel!” Her quiet plea makes me move, my hands unfastening my trousers.

“This will be quick and dirty, and mean nothing more than sex.” My words sound savage but I don’t fucking care. Maybe getting hurt by me will stop her?

“Do it, fuck me Diesel.” I feel her hands roam down my skin, grasping my cock. The knocking has my body freeze.

“Diesel?” I hear Rooster and look up seeing Jessie. Shit, what the hell am I doing? Stepping back I stumble. Her smile widens.

“Get your fucking clothes on. I fasten my trousers and watch as she pulls the dress on. Unlocking the door I watch as Rooster walks in.

“You locked it?” He looks at me confused.

“She is drunk, I didn’t feel like chasing her around the streets.” I sit down, my eyes fixed on the floor.

“Sorry, I will tell her again tomorrow while she is sober,” Rooster says.

“No, I will now.” I stand up and walk to Jessie. She is that fucked she was going to let me fucking use her?

“You stay the hell away from me Jessie. You come here only if your dad is or you’re in trouble! This.” I point up and down her body. “Is childish, and I don’t want a fucking child who throws herself at every guy for attention. You act too much like a kid, no man wants a kid.” I step back, Rooster looking at me. Harsh but it needs to be fucking said.

“So now it is me drinking and dressing up? You’re telling me you never fucked a woman like me?” She moves and pushes me.

“I have, more than one, but you know what happened after? I walked away and ignored them. I don’t want a fucking child who gets drunk and stumbles into places begging guys for sex. As that is all I will give them, sex then I won’t speak to them again.” I have tried saying no nice and it never fucking works.

“Fine.” I watch as she storms out. Turning I look at Rooster.

“Sorry, I love her Rooster, you know that. I can’t keep doing it though.” I have tried the nice approach.

“It is fine, I warned her if she keeps pushing it will push you further away and make you shout at her. I will get her home and let her sleep the booze off.” I watch as he walks out.

I walk to the car and try to fix it, yet every part of me is fixated on her. In that office, her body above mine.

The strange thing is, her grinding against me, that moan hardly comes into it. No, it was the way her eyes skimmed across my body and I saw the need burning in her eyes that does. That blade pushed against my neck making me fucking hard.

I can’t concentrate on the car anymore. How can I when all I see is her? I try to forget and find myself still there two hours later but now, the car is fixed. It is done and I can finally get rid of it and next time, I know to refuse.

I will be too busy to accept this shit again. It should be scrapped. I throw down my tools and wipe my hands before leaving. I lock up and walk home, two minutes later I walk in and go straight to the kitchen and grab a drink.

Maybe I should go back tomorrow? She said every few days, but maybe I should just go tomorrow and check-in. Maybe not, I know her, Serena doesn’t fuck anyone quick. From the stories she rarely seems interested in men. So maybe I need to refuse her? Seem uninterested, dangle women I am fucking in front of her?

I know from today she wants me, but she won’t accept it. No, instead she will refuse and pretend she doesn’t. So, I won’t, I may tease but I won’t make it known I want her. I slam the fridge closed and walk to the bathroom, climbing into the shower I rest my head against the wall as the images seem to be burned into them.

My hand grasps my cock and I begin palming it. Remembering her in my mind, seeing her straddle me. Only in my mind, she was naked, naked and grinding, not just once, no over and over. I picture it, imagining it is happening as my hand moves faster. Pumping harder as I chase the release I need.

I groan and my body shakes as my head falls back, the release flooding through me, but still not enough, still the need is there. Maybe dim, but it is still there. One day Princess, one day soon I will fuck you. Even if it is just quick and once to know how it feels.

I can guarantee I will win, I will fuck her and she will beg me to. I laugh slightly, I am saying it in my head like it is a conquest, which it is. Serena has never fucked a guy, not to anyone’s knowledge, she hated the ones who stared at her and admired her.

So just when does she have sex if she scares away any man who seems interested? I smile, she can only ignore her feelings for so long. Soon she will want to act on them. Soon she will want to give in and fuck someone. That someone is me.

5: Serena – Shuddering Heat

Serena POV:

I watch as he walks out of my office. What the hell was that? I stay standing, staring at the chair where he had sat. The chair where for some reason he got a reaction from me. He made me want him. By what?

I look at the chair considering it. He did nothing different from the other guys. Many acted like him, so why did I feel like that? All I can come to is think it is him. He is the reason. I don’t need to check on him as long as I get that payment tomorrow. So why did I tell him to ensure he checks in every few days?

Part of me knows it is because I want to see him again, I want to touch him, fuck me. Which is crazy. No man can come into this life. All the men will see this as fun, a way to gain power and take power from me.

I won’t stand down or become my mother. I don’t want that. This is my city and I know most men will walk into here and want a relationship and take over. They will expect me to sit quietly and do as I am told and nothing more.

No, I want this city as my own. That is why I knock back the guys. Too many will want to take over. Too many will assume I will take on my mother’s role. A woman who stands and does nothing.

I sit, tapping my fingers along the wood. Opening his file I read through it. Nothing stays though, all the words I read fly out of my mind. All I can see is him sitting there, on that damn chair. Lifting my skirt my fingers stroke along my pussy. Slowly playing with my clit.

My moans are quiet, as my fingers move faster. Slowly pushing inside of me. I thrust them in and out, slowly building up speed as I imagine him sitting and watching me. I imagine his eyes on me as I fuck myself.

My quiet moans build as my fingers move faster. My hand moves, grasping my breast, my fingers tugging on my nipple as I rub my thumb harder against my clit. A small shattered cry escapes my mouth as pleasure rolls through me. My hips push up as I imagine him kneeling before me, his fingers inside me. My body slumps back into the chair, my head staying back.

Shit, I haven’t needed to do that in ages, normally it is just a need to have an orgasm, but today was different, it was a need for him.

I hear movement, and my eyes shoot open. I see Sam standing by the door, his eyes on my body. moving I cover myself quickly.

“What the hell are you doing?” No one ever just fucking walks in. I stand and look at him.

“I was, just.” His words stop and his eyes glance along my body.

“You have ten seconds to sort yourself and act like you would if it was my father or you can forget this job.” His eyes now come to mine, confusion swarming his face.

“Act dumb! I know you would knock for him! You respected him enough to fucking knock. I know more than once you walked in on him fucking a random naked woman across the desk. You had the respect to turn your eyes and not admire what you saw. Do the same for me.” I won’t be seen as a piece of meat.

He laughs and my eyes widen. “Oh settle down Princess. It was a good show, and we all know soon you will find a man to marry to take over.” Walking to him, I push him out the door, everyone looking at me.

“Dwayne, remove him. For good. Let this be a warning, anyone who thinks I am simply a woman who will roll over and hide and find a man to take my place, they are wrong. Anyone who thinks I am weak and nothing more than a stand-in will get the same treatment as Sam.” I turn and walk back through to my office slamming the door.

The knock has me turning before I even reach my desk.

“Yes!” I can’t be arsed with their shit today.

“Miss Pierce, what exactly do you want me to do with Sam? You didn’t specify and I don’t want to give out a punishment then people say I did it wrong.”

I nod understanding him. “Tie him down, I will be down soon and deal with him myself.” Dwayne looks at me shocked. “It’s time people realised just because I own a pussy and not a cock, it does not mean I am weak or merely here for fun and look at.” He nods and walks out. Moving I sort myself out.

Walking down Sam is strapped to a chair, he looks worried as Dwayne stands before him holding the knife.

“Not me, Miss Pierce.” I hear Dwayne say, and I watch as Sam relaxes and laughs.

“You think I won’t?” I step around Dwayne and pick up my own dagger. “Why? Because I am a woman?” I stand in front of him.

“Come on Princess, you may hit a guy and threaten to hurt him, but really hurt him? Kill someone we all know you won’t. Go back to playing the boss and find a man to take charge.” He laughs and Dwayne shakes his head.

“I guess you’re right Sam. I have never killed someone, I may have hurt them using knives and other things to get the point across. I may have ordered their deaths. I guess though everyone thinks I won’t kill. So, you will be the first and a warning to others I mean business.” I move, and push the dagger into his shoulder.

He screams and fights against the restraints.

“Fucking stupid Princess, you will go down!” His words screamed at me as I pick up another dagger, pushing it into the opposite shoulder.

“You see, I said I would kill you and I will. Not before I make you hurt. I am sure once word spreads how I tortured you and then killed you people will learn to see me as I am. The one who runs and owns this city. Not a weak pathetic princess!” I grab the dagger and swing it down on his leg.

He screams fighting against the restraints. I keep going, ages passing by and when I finish he looks like a pin cushion, or maybe a dagger cushion.

“He’s still alive.” Dwayne steps forward, my head shaking at him. He can’t do the final blow, that needs to be me.

“Not for long.” Pulling a dagger out of Sam’s leg I hold it against his throat, pulling it across in one smooth move watching as the blood flows. “Let this be a warning. Just because I am a woman does not mean I won’t kill someone. Because believe me, I fucking will.” I wipe the blade across my top to clean the blood from it before turning and placing it down.

“Now I’m going home, someone clean up Sam. I need my sleep.” I walk off, not giving them a chance to argue. I walk through the building and put the card in. The lift goes to the top and I step out into the apartment. My apartment. Walking through to the bathroom I take off my blooded clothes and drop them in the trash before stepping into the shower.

In here I can be me. I feel myself relax yet all I can see is the blood. I try to wipe it out of my mind. Ignore it and pretend it is fake. I need to, I will break if I don’t.

I find no joy in killing, no joy in hurting people. I have to though because if I don’t, someone will step up to me and kill me. So I have to, I smile slightly. I enjoyed doing it with Mr Lewis, something about him made it fun.

Maybe it was because he clearly enjoyed it. Enjoyed that I had power and took it from him? Either way, I enjoyed that which is fucked up. Soon everyone will know I killed Sam, and it will be a story that I hope has people respecting me. As right now no one does. They look like me as a stand-in, until someone pulls me in and takes over.

No man is taking over, I won’t back down and I won’t stop. They think I am weak and sure I may be physically, but mentally, I can do this. Mentally I can kill thousands of people, step over their cold bodies and still pick up where I was before I killed them.

Soon people will I am not a weak princess, I am not my mother. I am the fucking queen and the boss, and I run this city and no one, no one can slide past me and act like I am nothing more than a woman.

6: Diesel – Working Through It

Diesel POV:

I wave to the guy as he drives the shitty car out of my garage. Grateful it is gone. After yesterday’s events, today I just want a quiet day. I sit back in my seat and relax. Work is quiet, or kind of.

“Hey, you got it?” I look towards Dean and nod.

“Yes, shut the door.” He closes it and walks farther in. “This is the location to collect it from. Here are the keys. Had a fresh paint, licence plates changed, here’s the docs.” I hand him the keys and papers.

“Ten k right?” He looks at me.

“That is what we agreed for the car.” He places the envelope down and walks out. It’s a side business, kind of. I have a guy working for me outside the city. He takes a car, I clean it up, refresh it and sell it. They know it is stolen but ten thousand for a decent car that would cost ten times that is a good deal.

I get to work on fixing the car that was brought in this morning. Hours pass as I do. My mind goes to Serena. I hear his bike first, then his boots stomping across the floor.

“You heard?” I look up to see Rooster.

“I hear a lot Rooster but I haven’t left this place all day. So doubtful.” I have barely seen anyone.

“Word is, Miss Pierce, you know Serena, the child has taken over her Daddy. You ready for the visit?” He questions me.

All I do is laugh.

“Oh, I already visited. She sent her two minions to collect me.” I grin at him.

“What happened, you seem too happy considering you have to pay her.”

I nod. I paid this morning, a little less than required, just to see how she reacts. “She was all kind and smiles, threatened to take away my immunity, straddled me while holding a dagger against me, but the icing on the cake. Her grinding slightly against my cock and moaning.” I laugh at his expression.

“So she is the one. Jessie mentioned a woman, you’re crazy to consider going near her.”

“She is a pussycat really. Plus, she refuses everyone, I got a reaction, and I won’t be accepting it too soon.” I won’t, she will be wanting me for a while before I give in.

“She killed her guard you know.”

“What?” I laugh, no way would she.

“Yeah, from what another guard has said, he walked in last night on her, well, enjoying herself if you get me. The fool stood and watched, so she apparently tortured him and then slit his throat. Apparently to show people she isn’t afraid of killing or a little princess.”

Shit. I laugh. “Just makes me want to play more Rooster, you know me.”

“Okay, play but carefully. We are all convinced she is nothing, but if she killed her guard, who knows?” He is worried.

“I will be safe, how is Jessie today?” I should talk to her after last night.

“Different. I can’t put my finger on it, but she is really fucking different.”

All I do is nod. I can’t do much else because I feel like her difference is her planning to come back here and start off where we stopped. Which was a mistake, I should never have touched her.

“She told me Diesel.” He looks at me waiting. “I thought I would see if you mentioned it.”

“Look, I was going to then I wasn’t. I had just got back from seeing the fucking princess. I told Jessie no, over and over. I told her all I would do is fuck her and walk. She kept pushing. I shouldn’t have though.” I know I shouldn’t.

“Diesel, it’s fine. I know Jessie. Plus she told me she tormented you the shit out of you to make you give in. What you said last night had an effect on her though, as I said, she is different today.”

“More than likely just hung over and realised how far she went to try to get attention. She needs a collar and chain.” I laugh as he nods.

“She does, are you going to give her one?”

“No, too much work for me Rooster, fun, that is all from now on.” I don’t do commitments anymore.

“Okay, well watch your back, don’t piss off the princess.”

“You know calling her princess pisses her off right?” He shrugs his shoulders at my words.

“See you tonight right? At the club?”

“Yeah, I will.” I haven’t been to the club in a while. Too busy with work and shit. I watch as he leaves, my day spent in the garage, after finishing I get cleaned up and grab the bike. I go straight to the club and walk in to see people I know.

“Diesel, word around here is you had a visitor last night who took you out in a car?”

I look at Ryder and nod. “She is a pussycat, don’t worry about her.” I laugh and grab a drink before sitting down.

“A pussycat who killed a guy.” He stares at me shocked.

“She is, believe me. You can tell by her eyes.” I sit and talk, Rooster telling me Jessie has barely been home all day. I don’t know what he expects me to do. If I contact her it will make her want to try again.

“Rooster, no offence, but Jessie is wild and honestly, you’re better off asking a random guy to find her and check she is fine. You send poor Diesel she will get her heels into him.” Ryder laughs.

“I’m not saying check on her, just, if she contacts you let me know.” Rooster states. I am trying to concentrate but I keep seeing Mel smiling at me.

“You two either need to commit or swap numbers to make it easier.”

I laugh at Rooster’s words.

“It’s fun Rooster, if we’re here and feel like it, don’t need to exchange numbers for that.”

“He’s right. Casual sex and shit fine, but take her for food or something.” I turn and look at Ryder.

“That changes it from casual to serious.”

“No, it keeps it casual but shows you’re not just using her for sex.” Rooster laughs. “Heartless cunt.”

“I’m that heartless yet you keep trying to get me to date your daughter?” I laugh.

“You’re less heartless than the ones she chooses. Consider it, tonight rather than leaving here going home and fucking her, ask her if she would like food or a drink.” Rooster states and I wonder if he is right.

“Alright, move.” I push Rooster out of the way and walk through. Stopping in front of Mel she smiles at me.

“I’ll lead the way to your bike.” She walks out and I follow, stopping at the bike I look at her.

“Okay, so how about food first? Maybe talk?” That sounds so fucking wrong.

“Sure, you take us there.”

I climb onto the bike and feel her get on with me, her arms wrapping around my body. I kick the bike to life and make my way to a place. I don’t do this shit, I feel like this is wrong. We stop outside and walk in.

We order and sit and talk, and I am amazed by the fact I have no idea about her, I didn’t know her job, where she lives, nothing. Six months, six months of casual sex, and I didn’t even know her last name.

Maybe they are right? She leans forward, clearly teasing me by ensuring her breasts push up more out of the top of the corset. My finger moves and strokes along them.

“So why food and talk?” She peers across at me.

“Just realised we never do. Nothing wrong with just sex, but I had no idea about you as a person.” I didn’t.

“I fancy moving.” I look at her confused as she moves, pulling her chair next to mine so we’re sat beside each other.

“What are you doing?” I look at her.

“There’s too much space at that side. Here I am next to you.” I don’t answer, instead, I take a drink and try to figure out why she would want to sit directly next to me? Most people sit facing each other.

My body jumps as I feel her hand grasp my cock over my jeans. Turning I stare at her. I feel her unzip my jeans, her hand pushing inside and wrapping around my cock.

“About time we did things differently.” Her words are quiet as she palms my cock.

“Mel, this is deadly.” She shouldn’t be fucking teasing me outside. Not here, in public. Sure the table is covered so no one can see, but still.

“I like deadly Diesel, you should know that by now.” Her hand moves faster. “Be glad i chose this, I considered climbing under the table and using my mouth.”

Shit. I can’t even say it, just scream it in my mind as her hand moves faster, my eyes closing as the pleasure floods through me.

“Then again, these tables are private right?” I look at her confused. She is right, they are. We got a table away from others, no one will see shit unless the server comes over here to ask us if we are done.

I watch as she licks her lips.

“Mel, don’t.” I watch as she moves, disappearing under the table. I feel her mouth wrap around my cock, and I give in, because who wouldn’t? Normally we go back to mine and I fuck her, this is epic and different. It’s been years since I did shit like this. I lean back slightly, my eyes closing as my hands grasp into her hair.

“Mr Lewis.” I jerk my eyes open and see Serena staring at me, shit. I go to move but Mel’s hands grasp my thighs. Her head pushes down deeper.

“Fuck!” I groan and Serena looks at me confused. “Yep?” I try and smile while fighting back the groans of pleasure.

“You were short on your payment.” She looks at me, and I watch as she grabs a chair and sits opposite.

Oh fuck me, can this get any better or worse?

“Hmm, I didn’t notice.” My words are quiet, my hips pushing up slightly. Mel’s mouth teases faster.

“Mr Lewis, you’re not fucking paying attention!” Serena looks at me annoyed.

“Bit hard right now. Come back later?” I am fucking so close, so, so close. I groan, my hips pushing up.

“Or I can make them drag you back until you listen.” She looks at me annoyed.

“Okay, okay, I will send it, now fuck off.” A groan ripples through me as I grasp Mel’s hair tighter.

“When?” Serena stares at me waiting. I shake my head, I can’t.

I can’t hold back anymore. I groan, and pull Mel’s head closer as the pleasure flows through me, my hips jerking and I hear her gagging as I cum. I keep my eyes fixed on Serena’s as I come. Her eyes widen as she hears Mel gag.

“Deeper, fuck yes, good girl.” My words are broken as I feel her taking me deeper.

My body falls back slightly and relaxes.

“I said to fuck off, and come back later.” Shit, that felt amazing. I watch as Mel emerges from under the table. Serena’s eyes are on her. I watch as Serena stands and walks away.

“Well, that was fun.” Mel smiles at me.

“Yes and no, shit. Can we leave?” I want to leave, we need to leave.

“Sure, back to yours.” I watch as she licks her lips and stands. Throwing money onto the table, we leave. My eyes see the car Serena is in, and I am glad. I am glad she found me at that moment because I saw the pure lust in her eyes as she realises I had come, as she realised there was a woman under the table with her mouth around my cock.

7: Serena – Less Than Owed

Serena POV:

I sit and look at the screen. He paid, but he paid less than he was meant to. Why? I feel annoyed, maybe because it means now I have to find him. Sure I can send some guards to get him and bring him back but that clearly didn’t work last time.

So, this time I will go. I find myself working most of the day, most people have heard about Sam so they are all too eager to agree and pay. It means I barely have to threaten anyone, which is great because I know Mr Lewis will put up a fight.

Why not pay? That is what I don’t understand. If he didn’t have enough why not say that when he was here? The only reason I can find or think of is he is trying to push me, does he want a reaction?

I watch as Dwayne walks in.

“She brought a baby.” He looks at me and is clearly pissed off.

“And? I don’t see the issue, why is that an issue?”

“She should know to come alone. She brought the baby as a way to try to protect herself.” He stands clearly annoyed.

“Oh, Dwayne. She brought the baby because she is a widow and her husband has died and no one else can have the baby. Stop jumping to conclusions. Send her in with the baby.” I watch as he nods and walks out.

Pulling up the file I look. Mr Olson. He owes thirty thousand, but he is dead, so now I have to decide on a way forward. Mrs Olson’s signature is on it as well which means she is liable.

“Miss Pierce.” I watch as she walks in, clearly shaking and looking like she has had no sleep.

“Sit please.”

I watch as she does.

“I’m sorry. I know I signed the form and stuff but I didn’t realise how bad he got gotten. I didn’t read that by signing it I am liable for all future debts if the original wasn’t paid off.” I look at her as she talks.

“I’m sorry to hear about Mr Olson, that can’t have been easy.” It can’t have, she was in the hospital giving birth, and he was speeding to get there. His wheel clipped the curb and he died, he should have worn his seatbelt, then maybe he wouldn’t have died.

She looks at me confused, I’m not fucking heartless.

“What is happening with your husband’s business?” I can’t leave her with no way to make money.

“I don’t know, it has been three days I haven’t even had time to think, to plan the funeral. Nothing. I checked, and there is only one hundred in the account. I can’t afford the rent, the funeral nothing.” Sitting I consider the way forward. I can’t threaten her. I also can’t ignore the debt.

“Okay, Mrs Olson this is how it will work.” I glance around and consider things.

“I will send you money, money for rent, money for the funeral, food and baby things.” I watch as she shakes her head.

“I already can’t pay this month’s debt, I can’t take more!”

“You misunderstand. The debt is frozen for now. This money will be added on. The debt will stay frozen where it is Mrs Olson. No interest will be added. You have six months, six months in which to sort everything out. Find out a way to work the business around being a parent.”

“No interest?” She is looking at me like it is a trick.

“Look, your husband was a man who gambled, he left you in this position. I will not penalise you, but do not take this as me being weak Mrs Olson. Six months, if in six months you claim you can’t pay, I will act. I know your husband’s business did well, the only reason the accounts are at zero is his gambling issue.

I will send you money to cover things for now. This won’t put the instalments up, instead, it will just make you have to pay back longer. Do you accept?” I watch as she cuddles the baby against her.

“Your dad.”

I put my hand up. “I know how my dad would have handled this and I am not him. You have a chance to prove yourself, Mrs Olson. If you fail then I will take my father’s approach.”

“Thank you.” She stands up.

“Mrs Olson, two more things. Don’t consider doing what your husband did, gambling will not reduce your debt. This time I accepted you brought your daughter, next time, do not.” I watch as she nods and walks out. I get it, my dad would have taken her business, everything from her home to recover the debt but that is wrong.

“Diesel is at Eatupon.” I look towards Dwayne.

“Okay, let’s go.” I stand and walk out, getting in the car it moves.

“You guys stand by the main door.”

They turn and look at me shocked. “The risk.”

“The risk is nothing. If I take any of you with me he will see me as weak. You stay by the door.” I watch as they nod. Getting out I walk through, the woman smiling at me.

“Mrs Pierce. Are you wanting a table?”

“No, which table is Mr Lewis at?” I watch as she checks.

“Round the back, purple.” I nod knowing what she means, our family has eaten here many times. I walk around and see him sitting alone, standing in front of him, I watch as he keeps his eyes closed, his breathing slightly heavy.

“Mr Lewis.”

I watch as his eyes fly open and meet mine.

“Fuck.” He groans, but it sounds different. “Yep?” He smiles slightly, biting against his lip. Yep? What the fuck?

“You were short on your payment.” He looks at me, moving I pull the chair out and sit. I watch his expression change slightly.

“Hmmm, I didn’t notice.” I watch as he shifts, and his attitude is pissing me off. It is like he is blatantly ignoring me.

“Realy?” He doesn’t answer and it is as if he didn’t even hear me.

“Mr Lewis, you’re not fucking paying attention!” I am annoyed that I had to come and find him.

“Bit hard right now. Come back later?” I stare at him shocked.

I guess I need to prove I am not a mug.

“Or I can make them drag you back until you listen.” His body jerks and his eyes come to mine.

“Okay, okay, I will send it, now fuck off.” He groans slightly, his body shaking and something is off. I ignore the fuck off and continue.

“When?”

I watch as his eyes stare into mine, a groan erupting from within him. My eyes watch as his body jerks, is he thrusting? I hear someone gagging, and my eyes widen. Shit.

“Deeper, fuck yes, baby girl.” His words growled as he thrust harder and I hear her gagging more. His body falls back into the chair, his eyes still fixed on mine. Why the hell did that turn me on?

“I said fuck off, and come back later.” I feel frozen, I watch as a woman comes up from under the table, her hair is a mess, and it is clear he had hold of it. I want to fight and argue, but right now I need to leave.

Standing I walk away. I get to the door and Dwayne looks at me confused.

“I’m going home.” I walk out and they follow.

“The debt?”

“Will be sorted tomorrow. I remembered something, I need to get home for.” I climb into the car and shut the door. The car arrives back at home, and I walk straight to the lift, going to my place. My body is hot but shaking and I can still his face as he came, and I saw it, I saw his face in those final moments.

I need to see him, but the thought of me going to find him tomorrow and seeing something like that again is daunting. Why the hell didn’t he pay? He said he would, which means he had the money, so why refuse?

My mind keeps replaying him, his groan, his eyes focused on mine, and the way his body moved. The growl that escaped his mouth as he spoke to her. A shudder runs through my body at the sight.

Walking to the bathroom I strip, throwing my clothes in the basket, I fill the bath. Standing by the mirror I wipe away the makeup, and it is crazy, it is crazy how much he is in my mind, reminding me of it. Over and over, like my mind wants me to remember how he looked in that moment.

Lying back in the bath, all I can see is him. I move and grab the wand. Grateful right now that it is waterproof. Turning it on, I close my eyes, and the image of him gets brighter. My hand holding the wand against my clit.

Small moans begin to escape my mouth as the vibrations travel through me. It happens too quickly, I hear his groan, his words and the pleasure pulses through me too fast. My hand grips the side of the bath as my body shakes.

Turning it off I place it down, my eyes staying closed. It’s crazy. I hardly ever play with myself, it is rare I feel the need to, but him? He somehow makes me need it. I’ve never had a man make me feel this way, I have but not to this extreme. I relax against the bath, and consider the way forward and how to deal with Mr Lewis tomorrow.

8: Diesel – Paying The Debt

Diesel POV:

Waking, I roll over to find my bed empty. Just like always, Mel has this thing where she disappears before I wake. It kind of confirms that this is nothing more than sex. I climb out of bed and walk to the kitchen, the empty bottles laid on the kitchen side.

That is strange, normally she grabs them as she leaves. Shaking it off I walk to the bathroom, I don’t remember last night. I do, actually. I remember the restaurant, Serena’s eyes on me as I came.

I remember so much of that, then we got back here, drank, and spoke. Then nothing. I laugh slightly. Maybe drinking that much was the wrong thing. It’s Sunday, so today I will just sit and relax.

I hear the knocking and groan, or maybe not relax. Walking to the door I open it and watch as Rooster walks in. I watch as he throws himself down on the chair. His foot is tapping, I have a bad feeling about this.

I go to close the door and it gets stopped, I look up and see Jessie. Okay, was I that drunk I did something, messaged her? I watch as she walks through and sits down, my eyes on her, something is different.

I shut the door and sit.

“What’s wrong?” I look at Rooster.

“Need some advice, look over this for us.” He hands me some papers, my eyes reading it, and slowly my head shakes.

“What the fuck is this?” I stare at the contract.

“Jessie decided to grow up.” Rooster laughs.

“Grow up? This isn’t just growing up, this is a contract for a position miles away.” He can’t let her fucking go. I look at him shocked.

“Is it legit Diesel, that is all that I require.” Rooster states. I read through it, hoping I find something, anything to make it non-legit. I read it slowly and carefully, every word, ensuring I don’t miss a single one.

“You’re both okay with this part?” I turn the contract to face them and point to it. “It says that you agree that they can deduct your money at any time they feel compelled to.”

I hear Jessie laugh. “Bullshit.”

“Language!” Rooster looks at her.

“Not bullshit, look.” I slide it towards her, the job seems great. “The fact you have no past experience means they are trying to use it against you. If you look, you also get 25% less than everyone else.” She reads it and then Rooster.

“Find a job local, believe me. Everyone knows you, Jessie, no one will dare fuck around. You want to grow up and get a job, get one local.”

“Fine, whatever.” I watch as she storms out, and Rooster relaxes.

“You did that on purpose.” I stare at him as he laughs.

“One, no I am crap with contracts I wanted your view. Two, I knew you could find an issue so she can’t leave and three, she is doing it to prove to you she isn’t a child. So she will now rush to find work which means, it will be local.” Rooster laughs and takes out his phone.

“Well, next time just tell her she stays here.” If I didn’t find an issue would she have left?

“So, you and Mel.” Rooster laughs.

“What?”

“She was in the club, last night at about midnight.”

I turn and look at him. “No, she was here.”

“Yeah, then she left.”

“I don’t remember, we drank way too much.” I shrug my shoulders.

“No, you drank too much, she was sober, and highly offended and a little hurt.”

“Okay, just say what happened. I don’t remember shit.” I look at him worried.

“She sat and talked to Jessie. Apparently, the night went great, and sex was great as always, until the moment you finished and said another woman’s name. Serena.” He laughs looking amused.

I stare at him. “No.” I didn’t, did I? Shit.

“Oh, you did. So maybe find her today or contact her and apologise. You fell asleep, and she left.”

“I can’t even fucking remember sitting and drinking let alone fucking her. I remember everything before with Serena, but after, there is nothing.” Did I really say Serena’s name during sex?

“Before, okay so what happened before with Serena?” Rooster looks at me confused.

“We went out for food, like you suggested only Mel, wanted to have fun so she was under the table and Serena showed up. It was fucked up, my eyes were locked on hers as I fucked Mel’s mouth and came. Serena ran.”

He laughs, way too fucking much but he laughs. “Shit, you should just invite them both around together.”

I feel my eyes roll. “No, but I do need to pay Serena and apologise to Mel, I can’t even remember last night and normally I do.” I messed up, I should never have gone to eat with her, never have done that with Serena watching.

“Look, it is Mel, she won’t care. Not really. It was fun, sure it is fucked up, but it isn’t like you’re dating or shit. So you’re going to go pay Serena?”

“Yeah, get it sorted and out of the way.” I sit quiet, my mind on Mel and Serena, and how much I must have fucked up last night for her to disappear straight away.

“Look, I am going to go. Sort shit out with Mel, she’s a big girl.” He laughs and leaves. I know I should, but the thought is scary. I can’t even remember the fuck up I will be apologising for. I will though.

Walking into the club I look around and see Mel sitting at the bar. Okay, time to suck up my pride. Walking through I go to her and sit down.

“So, I don’t even know what to say or how to start this, but sorry. Apparently, I said another woman’s name?” I look at her, I want to believe Rooster but who knows?

“Oh, Serena, yes.” She turns and looks at me.

“Sorry. Honestly, that is all I can say as I don’t remember shit.” I want to laugh but I won’t.

“Oh, I know. I drank half a bottle you drank god knows how many. We did the usual routine, and had sex, only right at the moment as you blew your load you moaned her name. Then you just passed out.”

“Shit, was it that bad?” It has to have been otherwise she wouldn’t have just left.

“Yes, thanks.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what else I can say or do to make you realise. I will make it up to you, how about dinner on me?” We don’t do that shit, but I feel like I should.

“I don’t know, will Serena be there?” She laughs looking at me.

“No, I will pay before I meet you.” I will, she laughs and nods.

“It’s a deal, honestly Diesel, don’t worry about it.” She hands me a glass. Sitting I drink and talk to her. Still constantly apologising for the fuck up.

“Mr Lewis.”

Oh shit, I hear Mel laugh as we hear Serena.

“Little princess.” I turn and look at her, her eyes are wide. “Sorry, Mrs Pierce. How can I help?” She points to a table, nodding I walk over and sit down with her sitting opposite me.

“The money that you still owe.”

“I know, I will be paying it straight away, don’t worry.” She nods but looks rather disappointed.

“Okay, and you will ensure the next payment is on time?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Yesterday was pretty fun, don’t you think?” I smile at her, watching her eyes widen.

“I don’t get what you mean.” She sits staring at me.

“Your eyes didn’t leave mine, Serena. Even when she was gagging, I saw the fire, how it turned you on.” She doesn’t reply, just stares at me shocked. “I’m guessing right now, you see it in your mind. You see me sat at that table, groaning and telling her deeper, as I fucked her mouth. How wet did it make you.”

Her breathing has quickened and I smile, her eyes looking around.

“Amazing right, watching someone’s pleasure flood through them is epic and makes you crave to watch it again. Maybe even to join in, be the woman under the table.” I lick my lips watching as she bites hers, her eyes scanning the club over and over.

“You have me wrong.” Her words are quiet, I take out my phone and send the rest of the money.

“I don’t believe I do. Your body is trembling, admit you want it.” I lean forward, watching as her breathing quickens. “Just say, and maybe, I will agree.” I won’t, not yet.

“No, stop! Just pay what is owed so I can leave. These games, won’t work Mr Lewis.” She stares at me.

“Oh, I don’t know, wasn’t the show good enough to cover the debt?” I smile at her. “It’s sent, check.” I watch as she takes out her phone and checks. “So, how about a drink, to discuss business?” I look at her.

“Business?”

“Yes, I would love to speak about expanding the business, and as I need your approval, a business dinner.” I have a plan.

“Sure, tomorrow, six?” She looks at me waiting.

“It’s a deal, I will see you tomorrow Miss Pierce.” I shake her hand and watch as she rushes out.

“That was epic.” I look up to see Mel leaning over the back of the seat. “I heard it all, by the way, I even heard her breathing quicken, so what, are you trying to get freebies?” She laughs and walks around to sit with me.

“No, just want to scratch an itch.” The itch Serena put there that day she held the dagger against my throat. It won’t go, not until I get to touch her.

“Okay, well, I will help, let’s talk.” She sits and laughs, apparently telling me of more ways to taunt Serena that may work, she seems invested in this a little too much and while I want to laugh I won’t, because what she is saying is right.

I can taunt Serena, but Mel knows just what to say to make Serena sweat. I plan to do just that.

9: Serena – Business Meeting

Serena POV:

I don’t know why I agreed, but I did. His words were real, what happened in the restaurant had an effect on me and nothing I say will change that. It was messed up, I shouldn’t have found it alluring or a turn-on.

I stand looking in the mirror, unsure of why I keep getting changed. It is a business meeting, not a date. Even if he sees it as a date, it is nothing more than a business meeting. I glance at the dresses on the other side, pulling the hangers across and moving the clothes I pick one up.

Elegant and red, the dress is tight and the plunging v-line comes low. Just as the slit up the side comes up high. Deciding to wear it I put it on and get ready.

Stepping out Dwayne is waiting.

“Miss Pierce.” His eyes stay on my face and I nod to him. “The car is waiting, how many guards would you like?” He stands and walks behind me.

“Just two, outside. They are not required inside the restaurant.” It is business, and I don’t like talking business with my guards listening. Things need to be in private, decisions made away from their ears.

I climb into the car and watch as it takes me to the restaurant, I have a feeling this business meeting isn’t a real one, but to refuse would have people asking why and I can’t afford that.

I find myself sitting at the same damn table he and that woman was. Which just adds to crazed thoughts going through my mind.

“Miss Piere. What a pleasure, and a perfect table.” I look up to see Mr Lewis smile as he stands. His hand reaches out and I take it, shaking it while smiling.

“Mr Lewis, let’s discuss your business proposal.” We sit and order food and drinks. I sit amazed as he discusses business, pure business. Other than the remark about the table at the start it has been totally professional.

Maybe I was wrong when I assumed he was going to turn this into a date. Maybe he genuinely did want to discuss a business deal.

“So, that is where I bring in someone else.” His words have me looking at him.

“Who?” I listened to his business proposal. He wants to expand, the new place is bigger, but he wants to convert the old place into offices.

“Jessie, I would like the space if this goes ahead to be under her management.” He says it like a fact, and something feels off.

“You want to turn the offices into a place where you contact garages that are failing and offer them a lifeline, that is fine, but Jessie isn’t involved in your garage nor does she have experience.” I know Jessie, and I know she has barely worked a year. Sure, she has done a few jobs, but those were seen as adult jobs to try to get his attention.

Pole dancing, stripping, dancer, lap dancing, all things that scream I want attention. None were jobs that gave her real experience.

“She may not have experience but if you agree I will train her.”

“Why the sudden change Mr Lewis?” Something isn’t right.

“She wants a job, to prove she is grown. Her last one wasn’t in the city and was a trap. Rooster, her father wants to keep her close to home where she is safe.”

“You two have an interesting relationship, Mr Lewis.” I lean forward feeling my breasts push out the top of the dress more.

“I see her as my sister. I was young when I met Rooster, I got into bikes and everything else with him. I always saw her as my sister.” I watch as his eyes glance down at my breasts.

“Seen as it turned personal Miss Pierce, I have a question myself. You have never had a serious relationship that anyone has heard of, why so?” He licks his lips, leaning forward.

“Relationships take time, effort and energy. I don’t want to put that much into relationships.” I don’t, not when they fail and fall, not when they turn bad.

“Yet you put little into fucking either, you barely let any guy come close, are you a virgin Miss Pierce?”

My mouth drops open.

“No, Mr Lewis, and even if I was I am sure you’re aware that has nothing to do with you. Business Mr Lewis.”

I watch as he leans closer. “Not all business needs to be formal Miss Pierce, some business can be made into pleasure.” I feel his hand stroke along my knee under the table.

“If you continue being inappropriate, you can forget this business deal.” I move my leg so his hand isn’t on it.

“Your voice is shaky, and your eyes keep glancing towards my chest.” His words are quiet as he switches seats so he is closer, his head leaning towards my ear.

“I can just imagine it, I was imagining it, Serena. I had my eyes locked on yours and I imagined it was your mouth wrapped around my cock, fuck it felt amazing.”

I feel the heat burn through me, my legs shifting as I squeeze my thighs together. “I then imagined returning the favour. Mmm. You tasted so fucking sweet in my mind. You should see it Miss Pierce, fuck it is like luxury, having those thighs wrapped around my head.” I feel his tongue lick along my neck.

A whimper escapes through my lips which are parting more and more at his words.

“I bet your cunt is just begging for attention right now, craving my tongue to plunge into it, to give you the pleasure you have wanted since that day in your office.”

My body shakes and a moan escapes my mouth. I need to escape, I need to escape, I need to escape. I keep repeating the words to myself, trying to find the strength to refuse. I feel his mouth against my ear again, a low growl escaping his lips.

“Your cunt would be dripping and begging to be eaten like my favourite desert.” I feel his hand go to my knee, my body relaxing. “It is now, isn’t it, princess?” The word princess snaps me out of it, standing I knock the items over on the table.

“Good night Mr Lewis, I have your proposal and I will consider it very closely.” I turn and practically run to the door, rushing out and into the car.

“FUCK!” I scream and stamp my feet, Dwayne looking at me, fighting back the smile. I turn and look at him confused.

“Sorry Miss Pierce, but Diesel is known as a player. He never does relationships, never does anything serious, and fucks for fun. I have a feeling you’re his next conquest.” Dwayne smiles slightly.

“Well, I am a conquest he is guaranteed to lose to.” I won’t let him win. Ever.

10: Diesel – The Chase

Diesel POV:

I watch her leave and all I can do is smile, I am getting closer even if she doesn’t realise it. Even if she refuses to accept the move, I am getting closer. I spent the morning digging up information.

There was barely any there. She has dated a few people but nothing serious and it has me wondering why? There has to be a reason, so I will keep trying to find out what. She has secrets, but I am guessing those secrets were shared closely. So close they will die with her like they had her father.

“Well?” I look up to see Mel sit down.

“She loves me, what can I say?” I laugh as she joins in.

“Yeah, right. However, I found out something.” She moves and gets closer, bringing up Facebook I look at her confused. “Just wait.” I do, and I watch as she scrolls through and pulls up a profile, scrolling through it is pretty much blank.

No profile picture, no town, no city nothing. All the posts are generic. Until she stops and I tilt my head.

“That’s Serena.” I stare amazed, she looks fucking delicious.

“Three years ago. The guy I have searched but can’t find, that is nothing, look at her hand.” I glance down at it, and there it is. A ring.

“She was engaged.” My eyes go to the man and his eyes appear dark, almost like looking at the devil and something tells me she hides from men because of him. That, somehow makes me want her more.

I want to break her out of the shell and prove not all men are like him. Just what did he do though?

“The guy?”

“I have a few checking him out.”

I simply nod and study the picture. His hand is grasping hers and he is smiling, but the eyes tell another story. His, are cold, and heartless. Hers, broken. I am used to seeing her look broken, but this photo is something else.

She looks like a caged woman, crying out inside to get free.

“Diesel?” I turn and look at Mel, I hadn’t heard her speak.

“Maybe don’t play with this one?” She looks at me and for a change, she looks seriously worried for Serena.

“Who said I was playing? She is amazing, I don’t plan to win her around, fuck her and walk away Mel. That was never the plan.” Not with Serena.

“Why not?” She looks at me confused.

“No idea. From that first meeting, her kneeling on me while she held a dagger to my throat, it had me crave her. Not like I have craved any other woman. Even while she was wild and holding the knife against me, I saw pure pain in the depths of those iris’ a pain that I want to explore.

“Sick fuck.” She laughs and I nod.

“Not sick, I just know that pain. So if I can help free her from it, I am happy to be used by her.” I don’t realise my words until they escape and now it is too late.

“What pain?” I stand and shake my head.

“Nothing. I need to catch up with Rooster.” I walk out and go straight to my bike, kicking it to start I leave. Not long after I walk into the club and grab a drink.

“Diesel.” Rooster waves me over and the table clears. “You slipped.”

He doesn’t need to explain, I know what he means. The pain can be seen on my face. Not many know and it is something I would rather not have floating around in others mouths.

“Yeah, just seen a picture of Serena.”

I watch as he nods. “I know, I saw it. You can’t save her Diesel, it’s a suicide mission. Women like her don’t want to be saved. She will hide behind her power, money and everything else before unleashing the truth.”

His words are true, yet I want to.

“Okay, tell me this Diesel. If you succeed and she is open, will you be? She has that pain Diesel and eventually you will slip and she will see it in your eyes. Then what? Are you going to be open and speak about the pain you feel and why you know?”

I never thought of that, but now, I can’t rid of the image in my head. She looked broken, not just broken but trapped, hurt and lost.

“No one has tried.” My words come out in a flurry and he looks at me confused. “Her family haven’t tried. Whatever she went through was hidden, swept under the carpet which means she was left to deal with it. You never deal with Rooster, you just learn to hide it until someone forces you to.”

“Which you did so well.” He looks at me. I don’t want to go back to my past but somehow, Serena and that one image confirming she was hurt has brought it all back. Everything.

“Diesel, I’m not saying don’t, just consider the consequences. Consider how you will survive this. She is wild, go back to when you hide everything Diesel, the pain you put on people, she will do it all to you.”

I nod hearing his words, but his words don’t change anything.

“I laid everything on those close to me until I screamed and broke. It’s time I was that wall for someone else to beat the shit out of until they feel ready.”

“You’re a fool.” His words are low and I don’t argue, because deep down I know I am a fool. If she keeps pushing me away, it will hurt. It will hurt every time I see a flicker of pain in her eyes, it will take me back but surely it will be worth it? If it frees her?

“Okay, what’s your plan.” He sits forward and slides a glass to me.

“The plan is to seduce her, that’s as far as I have gotten.” I laugh and he joins in.

“You and Mel and your shitty plans Diesel. Don’t seduce her, not directly. Subtly yes, but don’t make it known. Also, save her, be a friend, even if all she does is talk shit and business. How did today end?”

I laugh my eyes rolling. “I got a reaction, and she stormed out.”

He looks at me, and I see something but he wipes it away quickly.

“Apologise, tell her you’re sorry for being so forward. She may want you Diesel, but depending on that past, you acting so forward could be the thing that pushes the pain back in. So apologise for being a dick, and send her flowers.”

I laugh at his words. “You’re serious?”

“You like her, I can see that. You won’t win this around with sex and orgasms and bikes Diesel, send her flowers and an apology. She likes you, you know that, but pushing will make her run, so don’t.”

I consider his words, and I guess he is right. I don’t do that though, hell going out for a meal with Mel, drinks all that is not me. Yet, if it made Serena smile, as I have yet to see her genuinely smile, I would do it all day.

“Okay, flowers and apologise.”

“Also, Diesel, pay on time. Getting her to chase you around for payment isn’t the way.”

“She likes the chase.” I laugh and he rolls his eyes.

“She may, but what does that tell her Diesel? That you’re someone who doesn’t take her seriously. You said it yourself, she hates being called princess. She wants to be seen as the queen, the woman who runs this city. Show her you respect that and her.”

His words sink in and I know he is right. Not paying it all, laughing, everything I have done screams that I don’t take her seriously. It screams how much I see her as weak, and nothing. That isn’t what I want.

“How the hell am I here taking advice from you about relationships?” I laugh and he grins.

“I have a daughter Diesel, believe me, I have seen the failed attempts from guys, and the ones that have succeeded, I know. Jessie is the same Diesel, she wants to be recognised but understood and taken seriously. She just fucks up her chances by the way she acts.”

Okay, new plan. I will make a new plan and try to be a gentleman as if I ever were. My head lowers, I was a gentleman before. I just don’t want the pain that comes with that or the pain that comes with that commitment. What the fuck am I doing? I won’t survive another fall again, I will stay down and ask to be shot.