The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Wattpad Version)

No place to go

Damien

I stood there, looking at Ramona as she looked back at me. I knew that look all too well. I carried it around most of my life, trying to find some happiness or at least someone who gave a shit about me.

"Damien, I can't expect you to take me in," she said as I looked at her.

"It's not a request. You're staying with me," I told Ramona as I took her bag from her. I refused to let her stay on the streets. Ramona may be able to handle herself, but she didn't deserve to have any place to go.

"Are you just saying that, so I will be your sex toy?" She asked with a cheesy grin.

I rolled my eyes at her. "You have more moods than the weather, and you have a dirty mind," I told her as she giggled. "Come on; you can hang out until after I get off work, then we'll go back to my place," I nodded as I walked back into the shop as she followed me. The thing about Ramona is she needed me as much as I needed her.

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Blake

I came home to find out my useless old lady and kid got into it. I was furious.

"She has no respect for me," she slurred.

"You're drunk. You don't even have respect for yourself, and you wonder why I hang other chicks, you piece of shit," I told Mona's mom as she glared at me while she swayed back and forth.

"You're an asshole. You make me drink," she spat as I stood there getting annoyed. The more she talked the more annoyed I was getting until I hauled off and smacked her quite a few times. I hated drunk women. They ran their mouths and didn't know their place.

She cringed as she always did as I looked at her with disdain.

"When I find Mona, you better get your shit together," I ordered her before leaving. I got on my bike and drove to the club. Mona was headstrong like me. She was very self-assured and knew what she wanted. I only put up with that drunk because Mona defended her. I would do anything for that kid.

I arrived at the club and went inside, being met by Blaze. Both of us went to the back, and I took a seat behind my desk. He sat down in front of it.

"You find my kid?" I asked with irritation.

"Yeah, we found her. She's with Moretti, Brandon, and Keaton," he informed me.

I gave him a displeased look. That sonofabitch Lars along with two other members, pulled some shit and blamed it on us. That caused a war between Brandon's club and us, not that I liked Brandon in the first place, but we knew our territories.

"I want you to drag her ass back home, where she fucking belongs," I ordered him.

"Blake, she's eighteen," Blaze informed me.

"I don't give a fuck if she's forty. I want her ass home; then I want you to take down Moretti," I barked. The son would pay for the sins of the father.

Blaze got up out of his chair and left my office. A few minutes later, one of the hoes that liked to hang around the club strutted into my office. I motioned with my finger for her to get on her knees, which she was more than happy to oblige. I sat there as she undid my pants and started giving me a blowjob.

Later on, I would show that drunk bitch what it's like to defy me. Since I owned her ass, she was going whatever the fuck I wanted.

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Ramona

I hung out at the shop while Damien worked, playing on my phone. I managed to keep myself somewhat entertained while waiting for him to finished. I'm good with sleeping out under the stars. I mean, who wouldn't want to commune with Mother Nature and all her bullshit mood swings?