Raising Hell MC: His Darkest Desire

Chapter 4: The Caretaker

***WARNING!!!*** THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER DEPICTS GRAPHIC CONTENT AND MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, RAPE, DRUGS, AND ALCOHOL. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED AT THIS TIME!!!

The music pounds through the sidewalk as we make our way into the bar Nikki told me about. She was beyond ready to show me to this place and I had to say, I was a bit nervous.

The bar was well outside the city center and when we pulled into the parking lot, all I saw were motorcycles.

I furrowed my brows and glanced at her. “A biker bar? Really!?”

She smirks and rolls her eyes. “What can I say? I think they are super hot…”

I sigh and roll my eyes at her as we step out of the Uber and head inside.

When we push open the doors, the music intensifies and I feel the base from the speakers shake my body as the song Paralyzer by Finger Eleven blares through the room.

“This will be fun,” I yell to her over the music sarcastically as half naked girls walk around the bar. They all appear to be wearing leather vests with black tank tops and denim shorts. Some of them are wearing tennis shoes while others are wearing boots. This bar wasn’t meant for women to come and hang out, this bar was meant for women to come find a good lay and get s**t faced.

Thanks, Nikki…

I smile at some of the girls as we make our way to the bar to order our first drink.

Nikki climbs onto one of the bar stools and pulls me up next to her as one of the bar tenders comes over to us. It’s a young lady, probably no older than me, who is wearing the same uniform as the other girls walking around. I inhale deeply as I look down and realize that Nikki and I stick out like sore thumbs in this place due to the fact we are both still wearing scrubs. Me in bright red and Nikki in navy blue. Great…

“Hey ladies,” she yells over the music. “What can I get you to drink?”

Before I can say anything, Nikki screams over the music to answer for us. “Two double shots of Patrone and two double Blue Motherfuckers!”

I gasp at her as my green eyes go wide. “Nicole Grace! We can’t be doing that, the two of us will die!”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “No, you might die, but I will be fine! Come on, we are getting plastered tonight after the shitshow we had at work. Besides, we are both off for the next three days and we need to have some fun tonight!”

I smirk and roll my eyes. She wasn’t wrong, it was a s**t show. After we sent my bay one to the operating room, three more ambulances came rolling in. One was a heart attack, one was a stab victim, and one was a domestic violence victim… A three year old little girl whose mother allowed her boyfriend to hurt the poor thing… She didn’t make it…

I shake my head hard and frown.

“You’re right,” I called out over the music. “Let’s get s**t faced!”

Nikki smirks and so does the bartender. We each open up a tab and start drinking. Two shots each and a blue motherfucker later, we were both starting to relax. I got another top shelf blue motherfucker and Nikki got a dry martini and we hit the dance floor. We were both laughing and drinking and dancing with each other and before we knew it, three hours had passed and we both had a five hundred dollar tab.

We were both f****d up from the ground up, but neither of us cared. I giggled and danced on the dance floor as the alcohol finally hit me and it hit me hard. I smirk at Nikki as I lean into her while we dance with each other. “Giirrll… I’m so f*****g drunk!”

She laughed and screamed over the music. “Same! Do you think we are going to remember tonight?!”

I look at her, she looks at me and we both start to laugh. The answer was simple: No, we weren’t going to remember a f*****g thing… We were laughing it up when I felt a hand slide around my waist. I gasped and jumped a bit as I heard a voice speak into my ear.

“Hello, gorgeous. How are you, tonight?”

I smirk as I see the hungry look on Nikki’s face and I turn around. When I turn around, I look up into the blue eyes of a blonde haired demigod looking man. I giggle and roll my eyes.

“I’m doing good, but you aren’t my type,” I say as I look over at Nikki. “She is going to be more your style anyway.”

Nikki blushes and giggles as she steps closer. The guy runs his eyes over Nikki appreciatively and nods. “Alright… How are you tonight, beautiful?”

She giggles and I watch her walk away with the man. He was cute, but he was for sure not my type. I keep sipping my drink as I move back to the bar. I see her turn around and give me a final look and I smirk. Text me I signal to her as she nods her head and walks out of the bar with the dude.

I know her. She is all about the hookups and the one night stands. Me? Not so much… I think I have had maybe one or two serious boyfriends in my whole life and a random hookup maybe only once? If you can even count it as a hookup. We made out and did oral, but I wasn’t about to let him actually f**k me. He wasn’t worth the time or the hassle he claimed to be worth.

I sigh as I slide back onto the barstool. Nikki didn’t close out her tab, so I did it for her. I got her debit card and sent her a quick text to let her know I had it before she was too far gone. She sent me a thumbs up emoji and I pocketed her debit card before turning back to my drink.

I was sitting at the bar, just playing on my phone when I felt another hand on my waist.

This hand felt different and far more nefarious in nature as I turned my head quickly to the side.

“Evening, sexy,” the man whispers.

I frown as I see his smiling face, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. No… This guy was bad news and I could feel it deep in my bones.

“Evening,” I say as I slide away from him. I move to the other side of the bar and he follows me.

I frown as he cages me in between his hands. “Where are you going, beautiful? I just wanna talk to you…”

I frown harder at him as I narrow my eyes. “Yeah, but I don’t want to talk to you… I have a boyfriend.”

I have always been a horrible liar, but I also know if I don’t try just how bad things can go. I’ve seen it first hand and you have to do what you have to do to keep yourself safe. A part of me wishes I had grabbed my purse before we left the hospital, but I was just worried about my phone, my wallet, and my keys so I could get back into my apartment at the end of the night.

The guy above me smirks. “Really? Because I don’t see him.”

I glare at him and take a sip of my drink. I’m going to need my liquid courage if I want to get away from him. As soon as I swallow, I see his expression shift from hope to pure evil glee. s**t…

“What did you do to my drink!?”

As soon as I say this, the room starts to spin and my eyes become unfocused. The f*****g prick. He chuckles darkly and holds me to his chest.

“I may have given you something to help you along, baby… I hope you don’t mind.”

Oh, I f*****g mind, I tried to say, but all I could do was close my eyes tightly as the room started to spin.

Fuck…