“We’re not supposed to split up. My Dad said …”
“I know what Uncle Fist says, but he didn’t really account for one of us losing our wallet and not trying to give a heart attack to my dads, did he? You go grab your wallet, I’ll stay here and tell them you’re grabbing it. If you hurry, they might never even know we’d split up in the first place.”
“Kat… I don’t like this. We’re supposed to stick together,” she argues.
“All this time while you’re standing here arguing with me you could’ve had it by now, that is if someone hasn’t taken it already.”
“Fine!” Ashley huffs, turning to run back to the front doors of the theater. “I’ll be right back, and you’d better keep your fanny there, missy!”
I chuckle to myself as she disappears into the double doors of the theater behind me. Looking around, we’re in the dark, a few cars sit around main street and I glance around, seeing if I can spot my dads. I sigh, wondering where the heck they are.
Slowly, I lift my wrist to my face and take a look at my watch. It’s just past eight-thirty, no wonder they aren’t here yet. Ashley and I are gonna be waiting forever for them. I pull out my cell and dial my dad, he answers after a few moments of the continuous ringing that meets me on the other end.
“Hey, baby. You alright?”
“Yeah, but Ashley and I are done already. Are you guys close?”
“No, we’ll leave right now. You two stay inside the theater, okay?”
“Okay, will do. I love you.”
“I love you baby. See you in a bit.” With that, our phone call ends. I slide my cell into the back pocket of my jean shorts and turn to walk back into the theater. Suddenly, my arm is being tugged in the opposite direction. I turn and see a man who I haven’t ever seen before. He’s tall, with dark hair, and the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Uh… can I help you?” I mutter, overlooking his every feature, trying to place him.
“You can, baby. I’m here to take you home. Your momma stole you away from me, never letting me see you… fuck. C’mon baby, we have to go now.” Out of nowhere I see a group of men rise behind him, they all have cuts just like my family does, except theirs read something different.
I squint my eyes, and try to read, once they come close enough the print is crystal clear.
Demons of Hell.
What’s coming soon from Elizabeth?
Want more from the Reapers and Demons of Hell MC?
Here Kitty, Kitty will be here this October! Find out what happens to Roxy’s daughter, Kathryn.
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Here Kitty, Kitty
(Demons of Hell MC #2 /
Reapers MC #2)
Coming this Fall!
Here Kitty, Kitty
(Demons of Hell MC #2/Reapers MC #2)
Kat
Life always finds a way to fuck you over.
I found that out the hard way when I was barely thirteen. My life was picture perfect, until the day I was taken from my family. It sure wasn’t normal – but it was my version of normal. I have Dad and Mom who loved me more than anything, a huge biker family who fought like cats and dogs, and the love from every member of one of the most notorious clubs in United States history. The Reapers blood flowed through every vein in my body.
It took me years to find out why I was taken because I didn’t know the man who’d ripped me from my reality. But oh, he knew me—and my parents—very well. He took me hostage to get back at my mother and father – for something that happened years ago.
I was the price paid for their actions. Worst of it all was that I’ve been here for years. Nothing about my stay with the Demons of Hell MC is glorious. The things they say, the things they make me do.
I started out as a girl so full of light but spending too much time in the dark can suck almost every bit of light from a pure soul. Darkness was all I knew about until he lit the only remaining ember left inside of me…
***
Damon
When I agreed to prospect undercover in the Demons of Hell MC, I didn’t know all the details of what my father was signing me up for. His personal gain was my sole purpose. Growing up within the Brotherhood MC gave me a good idea of our life but being thrown into Rage’s kind of club was something that no one could prepare me for.
Four years of being in this club and I’ve learned next to nothing. Every day I grow closer to finding out information that could be useful for my father, for our family. My father abandoned our town, the place I was born in, my home – all because of Rage. He vowed to return, to right every wrong that Rage did and I knew he would keep that promise.
I may have come here to do my father’s bidding but that isn’t the reason I’ve stayed. I could have made the choice a long time ago to run back home with nothing. I stare my reason in the face every single day. She’s lost, broken and has had everything ripped from her. Rage calls her his property, and I let him think that. If only he knew about the way she looks at me whenever she lingers from his sight.
Prologue
Everybody has a chapter that they don’t read out loud.
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4 years ago
I’m trapped, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind about that. I have been trapped here for four long years, and how long they have been. I came here as a naïve, but somewhat smart thirteen-year-old girl, and today marks my seventeenth birthday. A day where Rage chooses to celebrate my birth, every year he does, somehow still continuing to believe that I am his daughter.
I know that I’m not.
I know that my biological father is Tex, my dad.
Every single day when I wake up, I look in the mirror and see him staring right back at me. Our similarities are so uncanny. Part of me looks like my mother too, like my long dark hair, but otherwise, I am his mini me.
Today, things changed. Rage and I were on our way to go eat dinner when a drunk driver slammed into the side of the truck. I’m shocked that either of us are still living, I’m in a hospital bed with awful beeping surrounding me. The smell is atrocious, of sanitizers, cleaners and that hint of death that one can never seem to escape in the hospital.
I’m sitting here, staring at two men who I know only want to bring me harm. In all of my years here, it’s what they’ve wanted to do. Rage promised me to one of them, said I’d marry them, that only his daughter would have the best. Today was the day that Rage finally found out he wasn’t my father. I needed a transfusion for my injuries, and he tried to donate, but couldn’t.
In a way, today is the day that my nightmare truly turns into one.
The crazed man now knows I’m not his own flesh and blood, which means only one thing. Agony and pain are soon to come in my wake. He’ll use me as he’s used others, using them as toys, using them for his pleasure, abusing me in ways that I could only imagine, but yet have seen from the others he’d kept around.
The door to my private hospital room opens, and in comes the devil himself, Rage – the Prez of the Demons of Hell MC. Over the years his dark hair has faded grey, giving him a salt and pepper look that most women would die for. Truth is, maybe if he wasn’t the man I know him to be, I might be attracted to it.
“I had someone else I trust tell me the same that these doctors here did. You can’t be my daughter if our blood type doesn’t match… who would have known?” Rage grumbles, looking up from the floor into my eyes. The darkness that I’ve come to know so well over the years is evident.
Things are changing, and from the looks of it, they will continue to do so. I’m not talking about changing for the better, either.
“Kathryn, you know what this means, don’t you?” He shuts the door behind him and I watch as he presses the lock. Saber and Fang both stand up straighter. My guess is that they can tell something is about to go down, and for the first time in a long time, they’re quite excited.
I know his question is a trick, he wants me to answer, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of doing just that.
He approaches my bed, taking ahold of the blanket that lays over me, staring down at my legs and coming up slowly, eyes raking over my body. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling the string that keeps my gown together, all the while putting pressure on my shoulder that is hurt from the accident. I know he’s doing it intentionally – wanting me to cause me pain. My gown falls over my legs, leaving my breasts bare to the men in the room. They can see more of me than they ever have.
“I made a promise, to both Saber and Fang regarding you. Do you remember that promise, sweetheart?” I look up to Rage as he speaks, then over to the two men who stand in my hospital room, leaning against the wall, eyes glued to my body.
“Yes. You told me that I would marry one of them when I turned eighteen…” I mutter, now looking back to Rage.
“Do you still want her, now that she isn’t my daughter?” Rage asks them, Saber steps forward, nodding to his Prez. “Why wait, you want her. Don’t you? Take her now.”
Saber looks from me to Rage. I know what he means – he’s telling him to rape me, to take me for any way that Saber wants me right now.
“What about you, do you still want her?” Rage asks Fang.
He stares him straight in the eyes as he speaks. “She’s just a girl, a whore to be used now. Why would I want her?”
Rage nods at Fang, while Saber is coming closer to me. He reaches his hand out and palms my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. I rock back, not wanting his touch. I want to be left alone, not what is about to unfold in front of me.
Saber grabs ahold of my neck and tosses me down, my ass up facing him while my head is against the bed. I grab onto the sheets below me, closing my eyes in fear of what is about to happen. There is no use in screaming or crying – it’s no use. Either way, he’ll do whatever he wants to me. I don’t have anyone who will save me.
I feel pressure suddenly, breaking through me in a force that I’ve never felt before. I cry out, digging my nails into the sheets below me as Saber pounds himself inside of my center. It hurts, more than I thought it would whenever I’d experience sex. It hurts more than anything I’ve ever been through, the burning sensation going through my body.
I hear the grunting, the pleasure filled sounds of the man who is raping me. His hands grip my hips harshly, shaking my entire body with every movement. My muscles ache, pain coursing through me from the trauma of the car accident. So much pain.
Suddenly he isn’t within me anymore, I feel empty, hollow even. With a thud, I know something has happened. I don’t dare to turn, too afraid for what I may find. A hand returns to my throat and I’m tossed on my back. Rage looks down at me, and then over to Fang. “Don’t make the same mistake that your brother did. She is mine, and only mine. Anyone who touches her will die.”
I peer over and see Rage has something in his hand, a bottle of alcohol. I wonder what he’s going to do when he twists it open and shoves it inside of my pussy. Fuck! It burns. It burns so bad, so much worse then what Saber was doing to me. “He leaked inside of you, so now I must cleanse you. You need to be pure for me, my sweet little Kitten.”
Rage rocks the nose of the bottle in and out of me, it is spilling everywhere. He brings his hand and rubs my clit at the same time he rocks the bottle. I jolt back, not sure how to react to the heightened way my body feels when he does that.
He pulls the bottle out of me, throwing it to the floor I feel the plastic thud against the linoleum. “You belong to me, Kitten. You will only pleasure me, no one else. This right here, Kitten, belongs to me.” He traces his fingers over my pussy, my ass and goes up to my breasts and mouth.
Rage undoes his pants, bringing his cock out and pulls me by the hair so my mouth is against him. Forcing his way in, he fucks my mouth like Saber just did to my pussy until I feel him throbbing in my throat, his liquid shooting inside me.
“That’s better. Who do you belong to, Kitten?”
“You. I belong to you.”
***
I’ve been a prisoner for as long as I can remember. At this point, I can’t remember the exact age I was taken from my normal day to day life. It was my birthday, so Ashley and I had gone out to the movies.
It was normal.
Everything about that day was normal, up until the point that it wasn’t.
Rage was a stranger, until he made sure that I became very familiar with him.
He was kind. A twisted kind of nice, at best. It was terrifying, but the moment he found out that I wasn’t his daughter, he changed. He’d taken me because he believed I was his daughter. Anyone that looked at me would see my father, Tex. I have his eyes, I have his jawline. My mom used to joke I was the prettier version of him. The only part of me that even reflects from my mom is my dark locks.
I think that Rage had believed my mother took something from him. When, in reality, the only one who had done the taking was my father; he stole my mother from Rage. Or at least, that’s what I’ve been told.
Now it’s been years, and I am a prisoner for my parent’s actions.
I’m done thinking that they’ll swoop in and save me from my fate. There is no happy ending left for me.
The only thing left is the darkness, and I’m oh so close to it.
Chapter 1
You don’t know me, you only know what I allow you to know. -Curiano.com
Kat
Smoke fills the clubhouse. The mixture of cigarette, cigars and vape smoke floats through every room. Hardly any door is ever shut anymore. Privacy is a thing of the past. The men here prefer to be able to see everything, especially if they’re looking to track their bitches down. In most cases, that’s just it.
“Kitty! Where have you scurried of to?” I hear his voice before I see him. Like the shadow of death, he is constantly surrounding me. In a sense, maybe that’s what he is. The scars on my body prove just that, don’t they?
Rage hasn’t given me every scar on my body. I am guilty for causing most of them. Slicing my skin is a way for me to cope with what I am, how I’m treated, and what I’ve become. Once, a long time ago, I wasn’t even a fraction of the fragile girl I am today. I may have aged, and years may have passed – but oh, how I was once strong and resilient. Now, I am nothing but silent and obeying.
If I cared enough, I’d laugh. Who knows, maybe I’d even hate the girl I am. Now, though. I can’t even give a damn.
I give zero fucks.
I turn around slowly and face him, keeping my face as stoic as possible. After doing this for so long, I’ve learned quite a bit. If you think I’m maintaining my silence as a way to survive, you’re dead fucking wrong. I’m being quiet for one reason, because I don’t give a damn. My life is worthless. I am nothing more than an object to him, a means to a grueling end. I just wonder when that will happen. Will he even let me die in peace, or will he fight to bring me back just to make me suffer even more? I ask the question, and yet I already know the answer.
There is nothing merciful about Rage. The only way I will be able to meet my maker is to plan accordingly. I will find a time where I’ll be alone, it doesn’t happen too often, but immediately I think of tomorrow night. He’s already told me how my presence isn’t welcome in his meeting. In most cases, he wants me kneeling next to him with my collar around my neck. He holds the leash and shows everyone his perfect Kitty.
I don’t know how I’ll do it just yet, but the fact that everyone will be there with him gives me enough confidence to do it. No one will be watching, and not a damn person will try to save me. That I can guarantee. Everyone in this club is the same.
Calling them monsters would be a compliment. Savage wouldn’t even cut it. I suppose there is no true word on which I can call the members of the Demons of Hell MC.
“Come here, Kitty, Kitty.” I listen to Rage’s demand, walking over to him like the obedient pet that I am.
He’s aged so m
uch in the years I’ve been here. His hair turning from grey to an ice snow white, wrinkles appearing all over his face, almost as if every day there is a new line that I haven’t noticed before.
Emotionless. Unbothered. I act like a void, because at the end of the day, I am only a shell of the person that I used to be.
He taps on my cheek, and I open up, all the while knowing he’s bound to put some drug in my mouth. If anything can help me feel nothing, I will gladly accept the peace that it gives me. He sets the small circular pill on my tongue. I close my mouth, swallow, and wait for it to take effect.
The most ironic part about this is that Rage knows I will do anything he asks. There will absolutely be no arguments that pass through my lips, no fighting, not even an eyeroll or a huff.
No matter how long I’ve been here, I have never been able to get into his head. To figure out just how his mind works.
“Kitten.” I glance over and see Trigger, who greets me softly, eyes lingering for a moment too long. Rage watches his gaze, and just like that Trigger begins speaking to Rage about club politics, all while not wavering his eyes from my body. What no one should dare forget is this, I belong to Rage. I am forever his, for as long as he chooses to keep me. No one touches me, fucks me, or dares to even look at me. If they do; they’ll live to regret it for the rest of their days. It looks like Trigger didn’t catch the memo, or maybe he just doesn’t care. Regardless, it will get him killed.
I tune out almost everything, whatever Rage gave me quickly takes effect. Suddenly, I’m so much more relaxed than I’ve been in such a long time. He’s given me a lot of drugs, but this has to be one of my favorites. “We’ve had a lot of interest in the community for new prospects. Are we opening the flood gates and letting a few boys in?”