Ace-Savage Saints MC

Dark Past

Jasmine

I finally made it back to my tiny apartment and fell back onto my bed.

Jesus. What a night. And it didn't help at all that my lady bits were screaming for a certain biker with piercing blue eyes. I had a feeling if I stayed there one more minute he would unravel me and make me spill my guts about my past.

There's no way he didn't see through me. He knew I was tied to an MC more than I led on. And that was dangerous for both me and his club. I decided right then that I would save up my money quick and high tail it out of here. I never stayed longer than 6 months in one area, and it looks like I will be cutting it short here.

When I left Washington behind it wasn't because I wanted to spread my wings and fly. I felt like Knives had already clipped them. As my father's VP, he held power over me. He made sure I knew that, as did my father. Little did I know that I was promised to Knives long before we ever hooked up. I was young, dumb. High on booze and immaturity. Knives was very good-looking for an older man. 20 years my senior, he knew exactly how to mold me into his quiet little old lady. I didn't think of it as anything other than a hook-up. Until he became obsessed. One night I woke up to him standing over my bed, jer*ing off. He took me that night against my will. I knew he wouldn't let go, and I was tired of fighting. No one would help me.

Including my father.

He started following me around. Sending me pictures of myself around town. Out with friends, shopping. One night he sent me a picture of myself and my friend, Jacob.

Who was g*y by the way.

I brushed it off until that night. I knew Knives had a key to my apartment. It didn't matter how many times I changed my locks. I think my father helped with that. He had already given me over to him unbeknownst to me.

He might as well have destroyed me that night. The beatings, the ra*e. He tortured me for hours. Then woke me up the next morning with kisses and breakfast in bed. I could barely move. He tried to feed me, but I threw it right up. This also pissed him off, but he didn't punish me further. He knew he would have ki*led me.

A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant. During that week he stayed with me, I didn't get a chance to take my birth control. It wasn't a priority at the time, surviving was. And here I was, carrying that monster's child.

I couldn't keep it. I felt terrible but I wouldn't survive it. So that day I went to the clinic and did what I had to. I went back to my apartment, packed a bag and left town. Driving as far as I could, surviving on my dancing skills and tips. Never staying in one place for long.

And I knew. Knives wouldn't stop looking for me and my father would happily fund his search.

So here I was, in a town I had actually started to enjoy considering the possibility that maybe he'd find me. Maybe that was his doing at the club. But no. That wasn't it. Had to be some kind of feud with the Souls. Right?

Right.

I should talk to Ace. I don't want any issues coming to him or his club. But God knows that man is a human lie detector. He would unravel me quickly. And I couldn't have that.

I needed a second job. Then I would get out of here.

Ace

I woke up with the most uncomfortable bo*er of my life.

Jasmine

She flooded my brain all night. Dirty thoughts. Thoughts that should be left in my dungeon.

Tying her up, flogging her, hot wax dripping down that gorgeous tattooed-up body. Her choking on my co*k, tears streaming down her face.

Fuck.

I hadn't taken anyone into my dungeon. Didn't really meet anyone I felt belonged there. I had built it in my attic 6 months ago, and sadly it was building up dust.

And what a dungeon it was.

Whiz helped me with it. Of course, he did. He was more excited than I was. He had his own at his place and had used it plenty of times.

But not me. I didn't want to bring a woman home with me for whatever reason. Just didn't feel right. I spent most nights at the clubhouse because it felt lonely there. Maybe I was overthinking it, but deep down I think I do want someone to share my life with. And whatever feeling that was had lied dormant until now. Until her.

Jasmine.

I didn't even really know the woman, and she had already dug her claws into me. Clever, sexy, smart and something else. Something darker. She was running from something and I would find out what. Even if that involved a little bit of punishment.