Mafia Queen

Prologue

*** Ava ***

Fuck my life.

Seriously.

Fuck my life.

These were the only three words running through my mind as I watched Maddox's or should I say Bear's, as he's known around the clubhouse, bare ass thrusting back and forth as he continuously grunts and slams into some dirty rotter.

Before I could turn and leave, the bitch on her back caught my eye and smirked.

'Want to join?' She asked with what looked like a victorious but sly smile.

Even though I couldn't see her face completely I knew who the whore was just by hearing that high pitched, annoyingly squeaky voice. Rena, with her horribly bleached blonde hair and set of big fake tits was constantly prancing around the club house in her underwear trying to ride Bear's dick, hoping that sucking the VP's cock would finally move her up in status around here. All the rotters dreamed of being an Old Lady someday.

That's why all the bitches in this place hated me, not that I cared. In fact I thought it was down right hysterical because I was no rotter or club hang about, in fact I didn't know a damn thing about the Demon's Folly MC when I first rode into town, yet the mysterious, dangerous and downright sexy VP of the club caught a glimpse of me at the bar in town one night and decided I was his.

The man who never slept with the same woman twice, who was the sole fantasy of many woman who hoped they would be the one to tame him had made it his sole mission to make me his and the fact that I didn't have to slut my way through the rest of the brothers or suck any cock on command really pissed the club whores off.

Thinking over how unrelenting and hard headed Bear had been in trying to make me his, the sight before me came as a complete surprise. Well almost a complete surprise, I mean after all he was a biker and those guys aren't known for their monogamy and of course it was just like me to fall for not just any old biker. No, I had to fall and fall hard for the VP of one of the most feared motorcycle clubs in the state, possibly even the whole lower half of the country so I guess I couldn't really be all that surprised now could I.

'Nah I'm good, don't want to catch anything' I finally replied, pleasantly surprised that I was able to keep my voice so calm.

At the sound of my voice Bear instantly halted his movements and turned to face me, his dark brown eyes meeting my fierce gaze. I could tell by his movements that he was wasted, actually that is probably an understatement. By the looks of it Bear was completely hammered, I was impressed that he was actually able to get his dick hard in his current state.

I watched on as Bear's attention moved from my face to the naked whore still laying in front of him who might I add was making no effort to cover herself, before his gaze returned back to me.

It was almost comical really seeing the sudden realisation flicker behind his eyes. Was it a bad thing that I enjoyed seeing the look of absolute horror cross his stupid, ruggedly handsome face as he realised what he had done and what the consequences would now be.

'Ava...' Bear slurred as he reached out his hand for me to take, an action that I completely ignored as I stood as stiff as a board in the doorway.

Yep I was right, he was completely trashed. I continued to watch on in silence while Bear leaned down to grab his jeans, instead of gracefully pulling his pants back up to his hips, the big hulking man before me stumbled forward and fell face first onto the floor.

In any other situation I would have been by his side in an instant, over these past eighteen months I had nursed the man before me, the man I loved through countless bruises and broken bones, knife wounds and one really nasty bullet wound. Now though, as I gazed down at the drunken mess on the floor trying madly to put his now limp dick back into his pants I couldn't help but laugh.