The Curious One {18+}

Chapter Two

Fury

"Oh fuck" I grunt out pounding menacingly into Rose a rotter know well around the club, "Fuck daddy that's it." She calls out gripping the sheets whilst arching her back and I watch her ass slap against my thighs. I try to block out her screeched moans, I used to find her grunts and whimpers a turn on now...since a certain someone comes to mind I shiver almost out of guilt. Her long golden hair, soft fair skin, beautiful big blue eyes. Because I fuck Rose often she thinks that one day I'll make her my old lady, not a chance. "I'm gonna cum daddy, oh yes!" She cries out and I feel her tightening around my cock which triggers my release as I cum. I grunt and grip her hips leaving bruises, after a few minutes or so I push her away disposing of my condom. I grab a cigarette from my nightstand and light it on fire taking a long deep inhale, I feel the nicotine run through my veins like a snake slithering it's way towards it's prey.

"Mmmm, that was amazing baby." She giggles and proceeds to drag her hand up and down my chiselled chest cover with tattoos and scars. "Take your shit and fuck off." I growl out hopping she would get the hint. She frowned but a smile slipping on her face t trying to seduce me. "Come on Fury, I need you!What about another round huh?" She said trying to persuade me, does this bitch not get the message.

"No." I reply.

"Fine, but you'll be running back to me." She said picking up her dress and placing it on her whilst walking out the door with a hard slam. All the rotters here were a release for our stress and pleasure...we make that perfectly clear for them. Few off my guys here have old ladies who come to the club. They're all nice and understand the importance of our club and how I run shit. I'm too fucked up to bring someone into my life and to revel my demons to them, I won't make someone suffer what I put up with. I take a shower as I like to keep clean and presentable, but when it came to blood...I'm the one to spill and pour. I'm Satan's son in the flesh. That's the one thing that keeps me sane, however fucked it is. I lean my head against the shower letting the hot water scold my back realising the tension which eats me alive.

I quickly dry myself off, finding a outfit to wear and tidying up my room from last night. I actually have a house I just never found a real purpose to move him or with someone, so I stay here the rooms are huge and the guys seem to love it here. I make my way downstairs, the guys are spread about, some still hungover, I swear I'll loose more guys from alcohol poisoning than club business.

"Church!" I yell clapping my hands. I watched some guys wince and clutch their heads. I snigger and shake my head making my way to our room with a long table in the middle with varies chairs, booze and ashtrays. I sit at the end and wait for the guys to pile in. They all make it and I wait till they simmer down.

"Hell's Angel's are snooping around again so please watch out for anything suspicious, such as new comers, people looking alright." I said firmly hoping someone was listening.

"What about that sexy little thing at the bar that's just started at the bar last night." Buzz one of my men who I have to tolerate and majority of the guys, he moved drugs, money, guns from A to B. A few guys laughed and snickered along, something stirred in me about the way her was talking about Amelie.

"You don't ever mention her name out of your fucking mouth you hear me." I snarl out slamming my fist against the table. His smirk immediately swiped off his face, one thing I loved about being president, no one fucks with you unless they're asking for a early death sentence. I installed fear in people and I craved watching them cower in terror.

"Alright calm your tits." He grunts leaning back in his chair lighting a cigarette. "That goes for all of you, she's innocent and too pure, she didn't even know we were a fucking MC club and I don't even want you looking in her direction."I said.