Chasing Demons (Angels and Sinners Book 3) Page 3

  “Good, Todd would love to see your pretty face.”

  “Oh, and aren’t you so sweet calling me pretty, see now I have to come.” I giggled, thinking to myself that I planned on coming. For two years, I went to their club to just chill and relax. I haven’t had any action below the belt in so long I don’t think I remember how it works. But no ever said that I didn’t watch and enjoy the show.

  “Well good, plan on seeing you there, love ya baby doll.” Zane crooned out.

  “Love ya too, Zaney poo.” I could hear him chuckle as I hit the end call button. Sighing, I laid the phone down and got to work on my new artwork. Apparently, drunk me decided on what my next muse was going to be, there was no way around it. Getting into the zone of painting, Vixen stayed by my feet the whole day. While I got lost in the muse that was calling to me.

  My alarm went off to let me know that it was time to start getting ready. “Well, Vixen, what do you think?” I leaned back and inspected the work, it became a sort of Yin and Yang of dogs. Okay, to be honest, it was my neighbor’s dog and my dog in a kind of Yin and Yang, it looked pretty good if I do say so myself. The black dog I was able to capture with his missing ear and his scars and Vixen with her all-white beauty. I still didn’t know what to do for the background, but it would come to me, maybe, hopefully soon. That was the thing about a muse. It could go and if I wasn’t fast enough to capture it, it could slip through my fingers like water.

  “Time for mama to get ready,” I announced to the room. Leaving the paint room and making my way to the shower. I think the best part of living alone is the ability to walk around stark naked when I want. I didn’t think of myself as a nudist, but something is freeing to walking around butt naked during the day. Lathering up in the shower and scrubbing my hands to get most of the paint off my fingers and arms, it was a losing battle. Huffing out my frustration, I gave up scrubbing before I lost my skin. Getting out of the shower, I wrapped the thick fluffy towel around my body and judged my closet of clothes. Pulling out a pair of designer jeans and a leather corset top, I laid them on my bed. Going back into the bedroom, I dropped the towel and looked to my reflection. When I wore clothes, nobody even knew that I was covered in tattoos. Tracing the Isis tattoo under my breast I smiled, I got this when my father was diagnosed with cancer. Isis was the protector of women and healed the sick. I didn’t know what I believed in, but I did believe in a higher power. Although the tattoo didn’t bring health to my father, he did live four years longer than the doctors thought he would. It was the first tattoo that I received, and my father designed her for me and signed for me to get it. She was beautiful, gold, blue, red, and yellow were the primary colors of the tattoo.

  Both ribcages had falling stars, those were probably my most painful, the ribs were tender. The semicolon tattoo was perhaps one of my saddest symbols that I ever got. No one knew the struggles that I went thought when I was twenty, there just wasn’t any reason to keep going, or so I figured at the time. But I learned my lesson and kept going. In only a few months, it will be ten years since that day that I attempted something that could have changed everything.

  Going back in my room, I gathered up my clothes and donned them, again in front of the mirror I applied the moisturizer and make-up. Today I felt a little flirty, so I added some gold glitter eye shadow to my usual natural eye color, topping it off with a deep red lip stain. The jeans were tight and hugged my curves just right, the corset showed the girls off just right, gave my cleavage the extra push up. Finishing up the look with a spritz of my favorite perfume.

  “Okay, Vixen, I will be back soon. I know, I know. But I promise I will be back.” I tell her as I leave the house. I already know that she will either be on the couch or on the bed when I get home. Making my way to the car I get in leave for the club that Zane owns and operates Club Fet, there wasn’t really anything to talk about, oh who am I kidding. This club is an underground club right here in Redding. Only those who are looking for a good time are here, and there are a few people that wouldn’t want anyone to know that they are there. Secrecy is power in this town, especially if you are the mayor enjoying being tied up and boinked in the butt with a strap-on like I said nothing much to talk about.

  Pulling up to the curb of the non-descript location, I snicker to myself, thinking I would have never found it. There are no lights or signs telling people where it is located. The building looks old and decrepit, there isn’t any glow coming from the building. I make my way to the alley and knock on the door.

  “Wha- oh, hey Chloe, you know I gotta ask.” The man behind the door asks. Tim, the bouncer. He is a cute man, but he is gay. He is well built, hits the gym at least twice a day from the looks of him. Blonde hair and striking brown eyes. And the man is tall. So tall that I have to crane my neck to see his face.

  Rolling my eyes with a smile, I recite the password. “I know, BDSM me, please.” I don’t know why Zane couldn’t have thought of a better password. Like something more original or something different. But hey not my circus and all of that. Tim opens the door for me and gives me a once over. “Looking good, Miss Chloe.”

  I smile at him and pat him on his arm. “Thanks, Tim. Don’t get too bored down here.” I wink at him and move down the stairs. The stairway is lit with low lights that give the vibe of doom. The first time I came down here, I was a little spooked out. When I first met Zane, I was still struggling with some shit. I was better, a hell of a lot better. But the shit that my mother was shoving down my throat was suffocating me. I left LA about two years ago. Zane was the first person to befriend me here in Redding, other than the group that I work with. His first words to me made me smile. “Damn, look at you. You could be Barbie’s cousin.” This was in the middle of the grocery store. We fell into a comfortable friendship, and soon I met his significant other. Coming to the bottom of the stairs, the lights are still dim, similar to a dive bar, but the music is pumping, and the people are mingling and acting out different scenes on the main floor.

  “There is my baby doll.” Zane rushes over to me and pulls me into a big hug. “You look downright gorgeous. What did you do to come out tonight and mingle with the freaks?” Zane asks as he pulls away from me. I swat his arm and laugh. Zane is one of the most handsome men I have ever seen. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a build that would melt any panties or briefs, but he is strictly dickly. There is not a straight bone in his body. But I love him all the same. I love that my friend can be both a male protector and best girlfriend around.

  “Zane, you could have stopped with hi,” I feel the heat rush into my cheeks.

  “And ruin all of the fun. Nu-uh. Todd, come look at our baby doll.” Zane yells over his shoulder to his mate. Todd gives off a low whistle as he moves from behind the bar. Todd has the same effects on women and men; He is tall, blonde and blue-eyed, with muscles for days.

  “Are you here to partake this time?” Todd asks as he assesses my outfit, doing the whole walk around me in a circle.

  “Not this time. I just need to let my hair down and have some fun.” I smile at them both as they lead me back to the bar.

  “Was it the witch this time?” Zane asks as Todd makes me a drink.

  “It was horrible; I threw my phone in the pool.” Zane dramatically gasps and then laughs. A full throaty laugh.

  “You didn’t? Oh my, make it a double Todd.” Rolling my eyes, I get to my embarrassment.

  “That’s wasn’t the worst, my neighbor might have heard the whole conversation. I kind of told my mother drunkenly what I was looking for in a partner.”

  “Oh, you mean the wet dream?” Todd asks with evident fascination. Leaning over the bar Todd, rests his head on my hands, waiting to hear the whole story. I take a sip of the cranberry and rum.

  “Yep, I was mortified. And Vixen just lay down at his feet.”

  “The little skank,” Zane adds. “Well, at least he knows what to expect now. I mean, that is the most important part of a relationship, boundaries.” Todd and Zane bot
h nod as I roll my eyes. I feel like I am going to be rolling my eyes a lot tonight.

  “True, speaking of boundaries-” Todd cuts me off with his hand and his jaw hanging open. “Dear lord, he is back. Zane, baby, I love you, but if I would have met him before you.” He fans his face as I laugh at Zane’s face; he is scowling at someone behind us. “Just saying.” Todd shrugs his shoulders and leans close to me. “Girl, that man is a right fine piece of man meat. I am almost positive that he can rock anyone’s world.” Curiosity has gotten the best of me. I turn to see who they are talking about. I about choked on my drink that I swallowed five minutes ago. It is none other than my neighbor. Oh fuck, I look down at my outfit and turn quick before he can see me. If I was mortified last night, someone should just kill me right now.

  “Evening, what can I get you tonight?” Todd smiles, Zane gives off a low growl of frustration. I focus on my drink, shit could this night get any worse. I mean who would have thought that he would show up here tonight too.

  “Beer, whatever is on tap and another for my neighbor here.” I chance a look at Todd, his eyes went wide, and a knowing smile crosses his face. Zane barks out a laugh. I scowl at both of them before looking at my wet dream, my neighbor. “Didn’t think I would find you here. Jag.” My mind forgot how to work. I bet I was just looked downright dumb, staring at his chest.

  “Sorry, what?” I heard him talking but didn’t really understand any words coming out of his mouth. He let off a sexy laugh. I finally got my eyes up to his face, god Todd is right; my neighbor is hot man meat. And that beard, my god, my pussy was begging to feel it down there. I squeezed my thighs together, but I knew deep down it wouldn’t help. The only thing that would help would be riding his face while I was grinding my aching pussy all over his face and beard and marked what was mine. Jesus Chloe, get a grip. I shook my head and focused on his lips as his mouth moved. “You’re something else, Miss…”

  “Chloe.” Todd offered for me. Squinting my eyes at him, he threw his hands in the air and walked off.

  “Well, Ms. Chloe, like I was saying, didn’t think I would ever see you here. Jag.” He slid his hand into mine and gave it a firm shake. The tingles from the handshake were still lingering after he pulled his hand away. If he felt them too, he didn’t let it on.

  “Well, Jag, I try not to make it a habit to come here often, just a few times a month.” Taking a sip of my drink, I glared at Todd. There was more rum than juice. I got the game that he was playing. Get Chloe liquored up to get her laid. Yep, not going to happen tonight. Not for a while if I can help it. I am pretty sure that I just sealed the fate of my pussy with Jag. There was no way that he was even going to give me a second glance. I mean, first, he hears me yelling at my mother, and then he finds me at a private BDSM club. Yeah, I have freak written all over my forehead.

  “Is that so, hmmm. Well, I will see you around.” He knocked on the bar top and swaggered off into the club. I followed that well-toned ass with my eyes as he walked off.

  “That is your neighbor?” Todd hissed at me. Turning back to Todd, I could see the wheels turning in his mind. Oh shit, I needed to stop his antics before anything got stirred up.

  “Yeah, so.” I shrugged and took another drink as I looked at Zane. The scowl was gone, and in its place was a smile that I have seen only a few times. He was scheming.

  “Nope, don’t even go there. Nu-uh. He is my neighbor. I have to live with my actions. It’s not like I can bone him and walk away and never see that fine ass again. He lives right across the street from me.” There was no way in hell that I was going to do something like this. I mean, it would be awesome to feel him take control of my body and work me up to a high that only a man like him could do.

  “Come on, Chloe, baby doll, you give him a taste of what he craves tonight, and he will be sniffing around your door for the real treat. Just a taste, a small little taste that you would enjoy too.” Zane tells me, it sounds like a good plan, only problem is that I wouldn’t be able to just have a taste, I wanted it all, the whole pie and then some. Even if his taste were on the rougher side. So far, I just like to watch the different scenes play out. I haven’t gotten the guts to actually try this scene out. Not yet. I want to, but with someone that I trust and have a relationship with.

  “Nope, not this time Zane. I’m sorry, but nope.” Zane and Todd both laugh.

  “Yeah, ‘cause you wouldn’t be able to just stop, would you, Chloe?” Todd adds I swear he is a mind reader or something. “I haven’t seen you look at another person like that, ever. You, my dear, are cock-mersized, and you haven’t even gotten to that center yet.” Todd looked dreamy for a second before Zane snapped his fingers in his face.

  “Hey, really, Todd? Do I need to remind you who owns your ass?” Zane said, but with a sadistic smile. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. These two were something else.

  “Well, boys, I am out. Have a good night, and keep the sadist stuff to minimum while people are here.” I winked at them and made my way to the parking lot.

  Things were going right on the way home; I had my radio turned up singing to some Halestorm. I was watching my rearview mirror as I noticed a vehicle coming at me fast. I was doing the speed limit when the headlights split, I thought I imagined things. But I heard the rumble of the motors as I was buzzed. When they came back into formation, I noticed that the back of their jackets had a Grimm reaper on it. I had only seen that jacket a few times, but not since I moved into my new home. I tried to count them. There were ten of them riding through Redding.

  Something didn’t feel right; my bearings were off as I made my way home. And there was the reason behind it, that same car from yesterday was sitting in front of my house. You just to think that this night couldn’t get any worse. Well, here is the answer, it is.

  Chapter 5

  Jag

  I tried to find someone I did. But all I could see was Chloe. Damn, why did she have to be here tonight? I readjusted again as I searched around the room. There was not a replacement for what I needed. Damn it, all I could see was her brown eyes and long brown hair, that body. Fuck me, that body that held curves in all the right places. That corset did wonders for her tits, those creamy tits just screaming at me to lick them and clip clamps on them. I question what size her nipples are, would she even like that? Surely, she would if she was here at Club Fet. Zane, the owner, made sure that the only clientele that was allowed in held fetishes or secret fantasies that the average world wouldn’t find acceptable. I watched her walk out and the sway of her ass, made my mouth water, all the things I could do to her body, make her feel stuff above her wildest imagination.

  “She is something else, isn’t she?” I looked over to Zane, the owner of this place. I didn’t come here often, just when I needed a fix and couldn’t get one of my regulars to indulge me.

  “Who?”

  “Chloe. Who else? That is why you haven’t found someone, is it not?” He quirked an eyebrow at me.

  “Maybe.”

  “Ain’t a maybe about it. Trust me, man, Chloe is worth it. But has never done this before.” Zane patted my shoulder and sauntered off. He reminded me of Gus at Angel’s strip joint. Gus was a character always hitting on Tank. That was where he saw Angie let her hair down at Angel’s. They go back there to see Gus every now and then. But his words hit me in the gut. She had never done this before. This being what I needed. Damn the luck. The one woman who gets my dick hard and I can’t have. I refuse to release my demons on someone just curious about the lifestyle. No, I need experience, a woman who knows what she is getting into when she comes into my bed.

  Well, alright then, I made my way out of the club and got on my bike, damn all my plans went to shit tonight. But being able to see my sexy as hell neighbor did me in. That woman was sexy as sin, those brown doe eyes looking at my lips like she wanted to devour me, I might just let her. Shaking my head, I needed to get thoughts of her out of my mind. There was no way I was going to change for a woman. I d
idn’t allow touch that was my one rule, no touching, not even kissing. Just some spanking, throw in a little edging, and fucking was all I needed tonight, and Chloe got under my skin, maybe tomorrow night.

  I made my way towards the clubhouse, a drink with my brothers, and a hard ride would help clear my head. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I ignored it and kept riding until it vibrated again and again. Sighing, I pulled over to the side of the road. Pulling my phone out, I noticed I had a security breach and several calls from Diesel. Calling him back, Diesel didn’t give any formalities. “Man, something crashed one of your living room windows. Can I pull up your video?” Fuck, who the hell knew where I lived? I went over in my head as I thought about it. No one knew where my house was, except for the sexy neighbor. I doubted she would have crashed the place, though.

  “Yeah, go ahead.”

  “Ah, man. Has Diablo ever busted through a window before?”

  “Naw, he is pretty chill, why?” My breathing sped up as I thought about the reasons why he would. Was there a shooting? Something was going on down my street.

  “Shit, Jag, your neighbor might be in trouble.” I ended the call and turned the bike around and sped off. I made it down the street in record time. What I saw made my blood boil.

  Chloe was yelling at some man that was on the ground as Diablo stood over him teeth bared and barking. Cutting the engine, she didn’t even look back at me as she kept yelling. “I have told you for the last time. Thomas no. I mean it; I don’t want anything to do with you.” He tried to move, and Diablo growled low.

  “Call the mutt off, Chloe.” Thomas, I was guessing, asked in a squeak.

  “No, I think you need to deal with your actions for a while.” She had her hands on her hips, and it gave me a look at her waist and her ass. I pulled my eyes from her to the man my dog had pinned to the ground. When I met his eyes, his eyes got so vast, I barked out a laugh.