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  Tick almost laughed when the pillow was thrown at his face. Did she really think that was going to stop him, he thought. “Aww...sweetheart that’s not going to keep me from…” Suddenly he was lit up. He felt like his whole body had been lit on fire from his groin.

  “What the fuc-…”He got out just before darkness overtook him and he collapsed onto the floor.

  Shit, Charity thought. That had looked really fucking painful. She got off the bed walking toward where he had fell cautiously. Annie had told her that the taser could take down a man Tank’s size, but she was still unsure if it had worked. She checked for a pulse and was grateful he had one. She shoved him over onto his back and looked at the prongs of the taser. Fuck, she really had hit him in the groin. She hoped she hadn’t fried his dick. A man who looked like him shouldn’t have a useless dick. It would be a disservice to women everywhere if that happened.

  She pulled the prongs out with another grimace. She hit the retract button on the gun, which pulled the prongs back in. She looked down at him feeling a bit guilty about having shot him in the groin. She really wished that she hadn’t had to shoot him, but she knew the Red Devils. You could not reason with a Devil when they were on club business. You were wasting your time if you bothered to try. She racked her brain for a way to keep him from coming after her.

  Charity knew tying him up would be useless. All the man had to do was find a way out of the ropes then he was on his way again. She needed something that would take a bit of time to solve. Then she looked at the way his shirt was pulled up, hummm. Yeah, that would work, she thought. Smiling, she reached for his zipper. She quickly removed his pants. She was a bit shocked to find that he went commando when she pulled them down. His dick was rather impressive considering that she had just shrunk his balls with a shit ton of electricity.

  She finished removing his clothes. Pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, she dropped it beside him. She didn’t want the man to starve. She checked the other pocket finding the keys to his bike. She walked outside finding his bike. Using his keys to open his hard case saddle bags. She searched through the bags taking the two pair of boxers, a pair of jeans, and another shirt out then locked the bags back carrying the clothes inside the hotel room.

  She shoved the clothes into her own bag and looked at him lying on the floor naked. Too bad she couldn’t take pictures, she thought with a snort of laughter. She would get a kick out of showing her brother his lackey. She looked again at the awkward sprawl of his arms and legs feeling a bit guilty again. She gathered the rest of her things putting them into her bag. Picking it up, she took one last look around the room before dropping his keys on his abdomen. Shit, the man was sexy, she thought. Locking the door behind her, she walked away headed towards her car.

  She was still feeling guilty for just leaving the poor man there, naked, with only a bit of cash hours later when she stopped for coffee. She was actually well rested and she needed to make up some time. She’d slept for about six hours so she’d be good for at least another ten hours. She got her coffee and headed towards her new life. She was ready to finally be able to live her life without her brother’s constant interference. She knew he meant well, but after years of him acting that way she was sick to death of it. She just wanted to find a life outside of the Red Devils MC because as long as she was constantly shadowed by them she’d never be able to live her life.

  Chapter 3

  Charity heard a clicking sound, like metal rubbing against metal that urged her awake. She opened her eyes reluctantly while moving her hand to brush her hair from her face. Only her hand was stopped. What the hell? She tossed her head moving her hair from her eyes, and the sight that greeted her made her groan. Shit, Tick was smiling at her from where he stood over the bed.

  “Ah, awake are you, baby girl?” He snidely asked.

  “What the hell is going on?” She demanded. Jerking on her arm, which she discovered were cuffed to the bed. She turned her head glaring at the fuzzy cuffs she was now wearing.

  “Oh, guess you didn’t realize that Fayetteville has a really nice sex shop, with all kinds of kinky shit.” The man gleefully stated. “I win, you little witch!” Tick wanted to laugh at the expression on her face. Damned woman was lucky he hadn’t killed her. She had fucking unmanned him, and then to make matters worse she had left him naked in a hotel room. He had awakened hours later with his cock aching, and not in a good way, and his bare ass hanging out. He had managed to grab the sheet off the bed and found a maid who went to get him some clothes.

  He’d been headed out of town when he’d seen the sex shop. He’d suddenly been struck by the idea of cuffing the little hellion to the bed. He was done playing with her. She was coming with him and that was not negotiable.

  “Asshole! Take these cuffs off me!” She bellowed, angrily.

  “Ha, that’s not happening, baby girl. I need to go out for a bit and get rid of that hunk of junk you bought, so be a good girl while I’m gone.” He chuckled as he moved towards the door. “Oops, almost forgot.” He turned back moving to her side. She looked up at him as he leaned close, his face hovering above hers. She felt her breath catch a bit, then his hand slipped under the pillow pulling out the taser.

  He stood and walked to the door, “Later.” He called.

  Then he left her cuffed to the bed staring after him in anger. How dare he leave her cuffed to the bed. That freaking asshole. She hated him. He was a dick, at least she’d felt bad for the last two days after what she’d done to him. He had thought leaving her here was funny. Dick! How the hell had the man found her anyway, she wondered. She had been even more careful after the incident in Fayetteville. She was pissed as hell.

  She was literally a day’s drive from her destination. She knew that unless she found a way out of these cuffs she wasn’t going to get to live that life she’d planned. Looking at the table next to the bed, she saw the bobby pins she’d left there last night. If she could just get one to her mouth, she could get these cuffs off, and then she would be home free. She kicked the covers off then used her foot to try and reach the table.

  After three unsuccessful tries, she angled her body almost falling off the bed. This was uncomfortable, she thought. Her right wrist pulled hard, and the pain made her want to moan. She didn’t, she just moved her foot knocking over half the pins to the floor. Damn, she needed to get one. She got one between her toes, finally, and began moving her foot towards her mouth. The door slammed back into the wall. Tick walked back in.

  “Someone’s been naughty I see.” He grumbled, walking to the bed he plucked her treasure from between her toes. Then slid the rest of them into his pocket making her glare at him. “Don’t make me spank you.”

  He lifted her back onto the bed. Avoiding the foot she tried to kick him with.

  “Asshole!” She screeched, wanting to hit him over the head with a baseball bat.

  “Be good.” He glared at her shaking his finger at her. “I’m going to take a shower. Then I will grab something to eat. Be nice and I might get you something too.” He walked towards the bathroom, whistling.

  “Errrr…you’re such a dick!” She screamed after his retreating form.

  He turned glaring at her, “And whose fault is that? You’re the one who almost broke my dick with that damned taser. Damned thing is still sore as fuck.” He growled, angrily.

  “You deserved it, dickhead.”

  “Don’t make me gag you, baby girl.” He told her as he moved into the bathroom shutting the door with a snap.

  She wanted to cry, but she refused to give the man the satisfaction of seeing it. She hated him so much. Why couldn’t he have just run back to Trick with his tail tucked between his legs? Why did he have to keep coming after her, damn it! This sucks.

  He walked back into the room after his shower. He was wearing the jeans she had taken from his saddle bags. They were his favorite pair, and the little hellion had taken them. He needed to go and get them something to eat, but he didn’t
trust her not to start screaming for help. Fuck, he really was going to have to gag her. He found a shirt in her bag that he began ripping into strips with his knife.

  “What the hell are you doing?” She asked, glaring at him.

  “I need to get us something to eat, and you need to be quiet.” Tick took the cloth strips he’d made over to the bed. “Sorry ‘bout this, baby girl.”

  “Sorry for wh-…” Charity was gaged with her own shirt. She hated him! She tried to kick him when he moved away from her.

  He sneered, “Stop”.

  His anger with her showing in the dark glower he turned on her. She continued to try and kick out at him. Then he caught her foot squeezing hard.

  “You kick me and I will knock you out. I’ve reached the end of my patience with you, understand.” He met her eyes with his and she reluctantly nodded. She watched, seething with anger as he left. He turned in the doorway with a jaunty wave. The bastard.

  It was thirty minutes later that he came back. He brought the food in and locked the door. He turned to her on the bed. Walking over he took the gag off. She glared at him.

  “Asshole, why are you doing this? I can take care of myself. I’m not a freaking child. I took your ass down didn’t I?” Charity yelled at him, scowling up at him.

  “That’s not something I would be reminding me of, baby girl.” He bellowed, his eyes narrowed. He un-cuffed her hand pulling it towards the other one. She fought him trying to get away, but his grip was painfully hard, as he jerked it towards the other one. Snapping the cuff on her other wrist before removing the one attached to the headboard. She rolled off the bed with her hands cuffed, headed for the door.

  He tackled her to the bed flipping her over, he roared. “You try that stunt again and I will spank your tight little ass. Be good and eat. You are not going to get away, and you might as well deal with that fact. Take this bullshit up with your brother, baby girl.”

  “Stop calling me that. I am not a freaking baby! I really hate you!” Charity was panting, her eyes stung with tears. Why the hell wouldn’t he just let her go?

  “Well that’s nice. Can’t say as that I like you much either, baby girl.” Tick responded, before he got up moving to sit in the chair near the door. Charity sat up with some difficulty on the bed, her hands being cuffed in front of her didn’t make it easy.

  “I just want a life, asshole. I can’t have one when my brother is always breathing down my neck. Hell, anytime I get near a man he freaks. Every man I have ever dated, has met one of you buffoons, and then they ran so fast in the other direction that I almost ended up with whiplash.” She screamed at him.

  “Don’t really care, baby girl. I was just sent to collect you. I do know that if a man isn’t prepared to take on the world for you, then he isn’t worth you getting all bent over. He can’t be much of a man if he can’t stand up for you, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t have cared at all who my Vivi’s family was. I would have taken them all on if it meant I got to call her mine. That’s what a man does. A boy runs away. Remember that, baby girl.” He told her. Then he motioned to the food that he’d taken out while talking. “Come eat, I want to get on the road. I need to get home.”

  Charity felt her heart clench for the man. He had loved Vivi so much, she knew that he had been broken when Vivi had died. She wanted to hug him. Even as she wanted to plant her fist into his face. How the hell was she supposed to eat with these damned cuffs on? She also wondered if she would ever find a man who loved her that much. With her being returned to Devils Falls, and half the club afraid of her brother and the other half thinking of her as a little sister, she knew it was unlikely. Even dating outside of the club didn’t work.

  As she had told Tick they took one look at the bikers she called family and she never heard from them again. It was damned frustrating. She knew that the Devils meant well, but she just wanted to have a man who lasted more than a date or two.

  “I can’t eat in these cuffs, Tick.” Charity told him.

  “Ah, so you know who I am. Well can I trust that you’re not going to try something stupid?” He asked glaring at her.

  “I know that you will not let me go even if I managed to get away because you’re a bastard. So, yeah, fine. I will eat and act civil if you don’t act like an ass and cuff me again.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Buck up, baby girl. You will be rid of me in a few days. Then you can act out as much as you’d like.” Tick told her motioning for her to stand in front of him so that he could take off the fuzzy purple cuffs.

  She wanted to smack him across his smug face, but she just sat down and ate her dinner. He let her take a quick shower before they left. She was pissed that she had to stay with him, and she let him know it by taking every chance she got to delay them getting home. She whined to go to the bathroom. She bitched when he didn’t stop to let her sleep, and she made his trip as uncomfortable as possible. It still only took them three days on Tick’s hog to get back to the farm. It likely would have taken longer if she had had her way, but Tick had gotten wise to her ways on the last day. Or he just really wanted to get home to his son.

  Chapter 4

  Charity climbed off the bike her thighs trembling so hard she almost fell. Tick reached out a hand steading her, but she jerked away. He was such a jackass. When he figured out what she was doing he had ignored her. She had tried to tell him five hours ago that she needed a break and the dickhead had ignored her.

  “I was just trying to steady you.” Tick grumbled, stretching.

  “I didn’t need help, asshat.” Charity shot back, glowering at the man.

  “Damn am I glad I can get rid of your bitchy ass tomorrow.” He growled.

  The door to the farmhouse they’d pulled up to opened and Ratchet stepped out onto the porch. “Thank Christ your finally home. Trick’s on his way here, called him when you called me to let me know you were ten hours out. I’m out of here.” He said, moving down the stairs headed to his own farmhouse.

  Charity watched as the night swallowed the man up. He was acting as if he couldn’t get away from the house fast enough, which was odd. She was too tired to really care though. She was walking up the stairs onto the porch when they heard the roar of a bike coming their way. Sighing, she turned knowing it was her brother. He pulled the bike into view turning into the drive so hard he sprayed gravel up with the quickness of his stop.

  He got off the bike already yelling. “Damn it, Charity. What the hell were you thinking running off like that? You could have been hurt.”

  Charity wanted to cry, she was too tired for this. She wondered too why Katie wasn’t here with her brother. If she knew her friend and she did, then she was going to be pissed when she discovered that he had took off without her.

  “Where’s Katie?”

  “At home sleeping, Charity. I didn’t wake her because you were acting like a naughty child.” He told her with a grim expression.

  “Uh-huh…what time did you leave?” She asked, knowing that Katie would likely be right behind him. Her brother’s bike was loud it would have woke her up.

  “Eight, but what the hell does that have to do with anything?” Trick demanded, looking at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Explain to me why the hell you took off to Bandit territory when you know damned good and well I said no to you taking that job? I told you it wasn’t safe, and I wasn’t allowing you to do it.”

  Charity looked at her watch, seeing that it was nine thirty she hoped Katie got here soon she needed a voice of reason to try and calm her brother down.

  “I was doing just fine taking care of myself until this buffoon showed up.” She told him jerking her finger in Tick’s direction.

  Tick had been silently watching the show. It was damned funny watching the little brat get yelled at. He would have enjoyed it more if he wasn’t so fucking tired. He had pushed for the last two days trying to get home. He was tired of the annoying little witch, and her whining. He knew damned good and well that she was doing it to
piss him off, and he had tried not to respond. It was hard though, the little brat was almost as annoying as Max. It made him kinda crazy. He was damned glad he was finally getting rid of her.

  She made a snide comment and jerked her finger in his direction, making him glare at her before saying. “Watch it, baby girl.” He added because he knew she hated when he called her that. Then a car was careening into his yard. Katie got out moving towards them, when she stopped in front of Trick, she demanded.

  “Why the hell didn’t you wake me?” She glared at the man her hands resting on her hips. Before he could answer she growled, “Damn it, Trick. I told you to wake me before you left.”

  “Sorry, sugar. You just looked so peaceful lying there. I didn’t want to wake you.” Trick tried to wheedle his way out of trouble. Tick wanted to laugh at the ridiculously whipped look on the other man’s face. He was a bit mad that he was so tired and couldn’t enjoy this drama.

  Katie didn’t fall for his story at all. She glared. “You aren’t really trying to tell me that’s why you didn’t wake me, are you?”

  Charity almost burst out laughing at the expression on her brother’s face. If she wasn’t so tired this would be funny. Her brother was always taken down a peg or two by Katie, who refused to allow him to browbeat her.

  “Look we’re all tired. Why don’t you and Katie take the spare room, and Charity can have the couch. We’ll settle this in the morning.” Tick interrupted.

  Why the hell wasn’t he offering her, a guest, his room to sleep in? This was why the man was a damned asshole. She looked daggers at him as she demanded, “Why can’t I have you bed? I’m a damned guest.”

  “Baby girl, after what you did to me four days ago you’re lucky I’m letting you sleep in my house at all.” He bellowed, glaring at her.