Red Devils MC: Saving Mia Part 2

"Done, we leave in an hour to meet Rock and Tiny." Tick told him before he headed to his house to get ready.

"f.u.c.k." Ratchet said as he walked to his own cabin to do the same. At least with Tiny there he wouldn't have to do anything other than unload the trucks.

Which meant he could ignore the f.u.c.ks who made him want to split them from ear to ear every time they opened their mouths. He f.u.c.king hated dealing with those f.u.c.kers. If it didn't bring so many credits into the club Bone likely would have told them to stick it up their a.s.ses long ago. Only it did bring in a h.e.l.l of a lot of credits for the club because the stupid f.u.c.ks who lived behind that wall were too f.u.c.king lazy to venture out to get their own d.a.m.ned food.

Two hours later Ratchet pulled his bike up next to the truck watching as Tiny got off his bike and headed towards the office. The man paused looking surprised standing in the doorway of the office for several moments before he walked inside. Ratchet wondered what that look had been about as he joined Tick at the back of the truck. He knew that something had startled the man and that didn't happen often.

Deciding to ask Tiny about it later he began unloading the truck with Tick, Rock and two prospects. They were almost done when the p.r.i.c.k who was always a pain in the a.s.s came into the warehouse. Ratchet was carrying in another crate and he wanted to drop it and hit the stupid a.s.shat in the head. The man had a thin face and a thick heavy body which made him look like a dumpy weasel.

Ratchet had dealt with him on several occasions and none of them had ended well. He could still remember the time Tick had to hold him back from beating the f.u.c.k out of the man for being rude to Marta. She was Tinkers old lady, and a sweet woman. She didn't deserve this f.u.c.k being a d.i.c.k to her for no reason. Until that day about a year ago she'd driven the truck to the city but since then they had a prospect do it. None of their women needed to get hara.s.sed by these d.i.c.kheads who looked down on them.

The idiot didn't realize how close he was to dying apparently. He sauntered into the warehouse with a sly look on his face. He began to open the crates shoving his meaty hands into the fresh food they'd brought. Ratchet turned walking out of the warehouse after setting down his crate. They were almost done and that d.i.c.khead was going to annoy him he just knew it.

He pause outside the door next to Tiny and Tick who were standing near the truck talking. Most of the crated fruits and vegetables that the Dixon family grew were unloaded.

"What's up?" He asked them holding a crate.

"Nothing, just a little surprised that the new foreperson was a woman that's all." Tiny said, looking at him.

"Really? Is she a b.i.t.c.h?"

"Not the impression I got surprisingly. She seemed to want to talk about something, but the man who works with her didn't want to leave the room. I was filling Tick in because you two have the run next week. I'm hoping that we might not have as much trouble as we normally do with this new foreperson. She seems different. I didn't want to kill her on the spot at least which definite improvement." Tiny told him quietly.

Ratchet snickered. Yeah he'd bet. A woman was easier on the eyes if nothing else. Although, Tiny only had eyes for Racheal, his old lady. But for the rest of the crew who weren't leg shackled to their women it would be a nice change.

"Want me to take that in?" Rock asked, making Ratchet realize that the crate he held was the last one.

He shook his head. "Nah...I got it." He said headed into the warehouse to find that little p.r.i.c.k holding some apples from a crate they'd brought in.

"These are damaged. I am not paying for these crates if they have damaged merchandise." The man's face was twisted into a sly smile. Ratchet knew that the man had damaged the apples on purpose to try and negotiate a better price. He also knew that the little f.u.c.k wouldn't be getting it. Red devils didn't negotiate.

He didn't know why they continued to try this bull s.h.i.+t every time they brought food, but they did. It got old really quick. The first time they let them know that it wasn't happening and thought that would be the end of that only the f.u.c.kers hadn't taken the hint. Not in the ten years the club had been providing food. It had been his father's generation who'd dealt with it, and now it was him and Tick and the other Red devils. f.u.c.k, he hated these f.u.c.king food runs.

The little p.r.i.c.k was wearing that b.u.t.ton up long sleeved s.h.i.+rt and vest all the workers here wore and it seemed uncomfortable. In this heat it had to be hot a f.u.c.k too. Ratchet wondered absently what the little s.h.i.+t would do if he grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall.

"You'll pay. Or we pack our s.h.i.+t up and leave." Ratchet said darkly. Glaring at the fat little weasel.

"You can't do that. You have to give us a better pric..." The little d.i.c.khead tried to whine but Ratchet interrupted him.

"The f.u.c.k I can't."

Then his d.i.c.k jumped to attention when a husky voice that sounded like aged whiskey rolled over his body like a caress.

"Is there a problem here?" Ratchet almost came in his pants when he turned around to see the woman standing a few feet away.

She was only about five foot, with curly red hair that seemed to escape the twist she'd pulled it into. Ratchet couldn't pinpoint what made him feel like an animal ready to rut, but the sight of her standing there took his breath away and ramped him up past eleven in two seconds flat. The outfit she was wearing didn't give him even a hint of what she looked like beneath that baggy white b.u.t.ton up or the skirt that hung to her ankles. But something about her made him want to strip her naked and have his way with her. He'd been less turned on looking at a sweetb.u.t.t's bare t.i.ts.

Her full ripe lips parted, and he wanted to pull his d.i.c.k out and slip it into those pretty petals. f.u.c.k. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with him? The fantasy he was having of her on her knees with his c.o.c.k in her mouth was interrupted abruptly by the weasel.

"He's refused to lower their prices and they brought damaged goods. You should deal with this, I think. Being as you're the new supervisor." The man's face was twisted into a condescending smile again. Making Ratchet want to cut it off his face. The man shouldn't talk to her in such a disrespectful tone.

"Hilconn, go and help Thomas with the paperwork. I can handle this." Ratchet's d.i.c.k jerked again at the sound of that whiskey coated voice. He could imagine her begging him with that voice as he pounded her into the wall of the warehouse. Perhaps if she offered the right incentive he'd be willing to lower the price for her. He had plenty of credits to pay the club back with and if he got his d.i.c.k inside her it would be worth it.

"Sorry about him." She said as the little d.i.c.khead exited the warehouse.

"What's your name?" Ratchet asked gruffly. Watching her move a few steps closer.

"I don't think that's relevant." She told him as she tilted her head and watched him carefully. He grinned. Yeah, she was a smart one, but it wouldn't save her. She suddenly seemed to realize that they were completely alone inside the warehouse because she took a step away from him. Now watching him as a bunny watched a wolf. He let his lips curve into a wicked grin, as he stalked her. He wouldn't take her here he decided. They would likely get interrupted and he wanted to take his time with her. He had a feeling that once with her wouldn't be enough.

"Your name beautiful?" Ratchet demanded still following as she continued to back away from him. His grin got wider as he realized that in three more steps her back would be against the warehouse wall.

"Mia." She finally stuttered out. Her heart pounding.

She'd been in her office when the dark haired one came in to get the payment set up. She'd wanted to talk to him about possibly having a few extra crates a month sent in so that she could give them to the rebels without them knowing that she was using her own funds for the goods. Only Hilconn, the little d.i.c.k hadn't left the room. Even when he was told to go help unload the crates. It had p.i.s.sed her off. When she'd entered the warehouse to find the two men facing off she'd thought getting rid of Hilconn would be her chance to discuss the business she needed to discuss with the bikers.

Only now she was thinking as her eyes darted back and forth that maybe being alone in an empty warehouse with a man she knew nothing about wasn't such a bright idea. Not that he wasn't beautiful. The man looked like a scruffy angel with light brown hair and the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. His face seemed like it had been sculpted by a master. She took another step backwards worrying her lower lip with her teeth. His eyes seemed to be drawn to that like a predator sensing weakness.

"I'm Ratchet. Nice to meet you, Mia." Ratchet told her his body following hers as she hit the wall. She gasped a little when his arms landed on the wall beside her on either sides blocking her in. She came across like a frightened child which pleased him somehow. Her reaction meant that she hadn't been around many men and that satisfied him in some way.

"You know, Mia. If you want we can discuss the price. If you play your cards right I may be able to adjust it for you, beauty." He told her as his hand tugged at a loose curl near her ear that had escaped from her twist.

"I-what...no I." She stuttered unsure how to handle the man who was surrounding her with his male heat and the scent of leather and man. Feeling stalked by this man whose eyes watched her like a wolf she remembered from a movie she'd seen once. It had been looking at an elk that it wanted to eat, so she was a bit concerned by the predatory look. She knew that the man wanted her. She was sheltered but she had had s.e.x before. It was apparent that the man was filled with an untamed s.e.xuality that made her body feel liquid, and her breaths come in little pants. She wasn't sure how to handle a man with such raw untamed s.e.xual prowess.

"Such pretty lips, Mia." He murmured startling her.

"We should go outside with the others." Mia managed to get out in a breathless whisper. She wanted to push him away, but she was afraid that touching him would make him pounce.

"Ummm....not quite yet, beauty." Ratchet told her. He was going to at least get a kiss from those s.e.xy lips before he left this warehouse. He leaned forward intending to do just that, but his lips were a mere breath away when they heard shouting outside. Ratchet snapped to attention. His body moving to the door before he thought about what he was doing. It was instinct to move into danger, but what surprised him was the protective feeling that rose in his chest.

"Stay behind me." He growled at Mia as he headed for the door to see what was going on.

Mia was breathlessly antic.i.p.ating the man's kiss when suddenly the lazy predatory was replaced by a warrior. He demanded that she stay behind him as he moved towards the door and Mia was shocked at her own reaction to the man. She'd been about to let a perfect stranger kiss her. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with her? It was indecent for her to allow him such privileges. She knew that had he not been distracted by the commotion outside, she would have allowed it though. That worried her. She couldn't afford to mess this job up when she had just started the position.

Only for some reason, the scruffy biker, with his days worth of stubble and his tanned male chest covered in muscles and a leather vest, made her feel breathless and needy. Finally managing to get her hormones under control she followed Ratchet to the door after a moment. She paused to straighten her hair and her blouse. Then exited into the midday sunlight behind him.

Chapter 4.

Ratchet stood a few feet from the door watching the scene that was unfolding near one of the walls. A man was on the ground and Hilconn and Thomas were beating him with stunner sticks. Letting out a gasp Mia moved to stop them. Only Ratchet's hand shot out and caught her before she could move past him.

"Let me go!" She hissed at him angrily, tugging at her arm.

"Not happening, Mia." Ratchet replied harshly.

"I need to stop them. Now let me go! You can't stop me from doing my job." She told him still trying to pull away from him.

"I can, actually." Ratchet told her. His hand moving up her arm as he moved her away from the scene playing out on the other side of the yard.

"You have no right to touch me. And you certainly don't have the right to stop me from doing my job. Let me go or I will call them over to beat you instead!" She coldly told the man. Although she knew that she'd never do what she threatened. She couldn't stomach the idea of him being beaten with stunner sticks. She didn't like violence very much.

"Go ahead, beauty. Only know that if you do you'll be killing those men. I will handle the situation with extreme violence. n.o.body f.u.c.ks with a Devil." Ratchet told her matter of factly.

"Please, I have to stop this." Mia resorted to begging realizing that her threats weren't working.

"Shh...beauty. Tiny will handle it."

That was when she saw the man who'd come into her office was pointing a gun at Hilconn's head as he demanded that he stop beating the man. Hilconn being the coward he was stopped. Mia sighed in relief. Two of the devil's moved to help the man up. Mia tried to move closer then but Ratchet's firm grip on her arm wouldn't allow it.

"Mia." Ratchet said in a tone that made her lift her eyes to his. When those chocolate brown eyes met his. He felt like she'd caressed his c.o.c.k. f.u.c.k, what the h.e.l.l was wrong with him? He wondered.

"Don't try to stop them if they do that again." He demanded gruffly trying to figure out what about her made him almost drown in desire. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and she certainly wasn't wearing anything that should make him this h.o.r.n.y.

Mia peered at his green eyes that seemed to pierce her soul and said what he wanted to hear. Even knowing that she would do whatever she had to do if this happened again. She wasn't going to allow them to beat someone to death.

"Okay." She said rather than argue with him. He'd never know. She likely wouldn't see him again for a while anyway.

"I mean it, Mia," Ratchet snarled moving in closer to her aggressively. "You could get hurt."

"I said okay, didn't I?" Mia told him with a little growl of disapproval at his tone.

"Yeah. Only I know enough women to know that you're just telling me what I want to hear. So I say again. Don't try to stop it if it happens again, Mia." Ratchet commanded.

Mia glared at him. Who was this man, and what made him think he had the right to demand anything from her? She wanted to ask him that question but because she didn't want to argue with him she simply looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Ratchet's hand lifted to caress her cheek gently. Then he said in a soft voice that made her melt a bit. "I will not be happy if something happens to you, beauty."

Ratchet couldn't understand what made him feel almost feral at the thought of something bad happening to her, but it was true. He wanted to bundle her onto his bike and take her back to the farm where she'd be safe. Not that he wanted to keep her. h.e.l.l no. He didn't need an old lady, but he wasn't keen on leaving her here where she might get hurt either. He pulled his hands back trying to let her go.

s.e.xual frustration was making him crazy, he decided. He so didn't need this bulls.h.i.+t. He should go back home f.u.c.k a sweetb.u.t.t and forget about this woman. With her b.u.t.ton up s.h.i.+rts that covered every inch of her except for a tiny patch of skin revealed at her neck where the top b.u.t.ton was undone. That bit of skin made him want to undo more of those b.u.t.tons. To kiss every inch of her as it was revealed.

f.u.c.k. Yep, he needed to get laid if he was having fantasies about a tiny millimeter of skin. Stepping back a few inches trying to force himself to walk away he heard the crunch of gravel under boots. Turning he saw Tiny and Rock walking to them with the little dips.h.i.+t behind them. f.u.c.k, he really hoped that a.s.shat didn't f.u.c.k with him in the mood he was in.

"Is there a problem here, Hilmia?" The little weasel demanded.

Hilmia? He wondered why if that was her name she'd told him it was Mia. Maybe she didn't feel he was worthy of her name, he thought. Clenching his teeth. f.u.c.k, he was off his game today. He glared at her as she shook her head looking rattled.

"No, we were just discussing lowering the price for the damaged goods." Ratchet said feeling the need to protect her even as he wanted to demand the reason she hadn't given him her real name.

"Were ya now?" Tiny asked looking at him in surprise. Tiny knew as well as he did that if there was damaged goods in those crates then the Red Devils were not the ones responsible. They always checked the s.h.i.+pments before they left, every single crate. Because they knew that it would be like this every time they brought food to the plant the idiots had tried this bulls.h.i.+t with rotten food.

Rock glanced at him with a raised brow. Silently asking him what he was up to. He only shook his head and stared at Mia again. He liked that name better than Hilmia anyway and he definitely liked that the little p.r.i.c.k didn't call her by the shortened version of her name, he thought savagely.

He glanced at Tiny seeing that the man was watching him in that weird way he had that always unnerved him. He glanced away from the other man back at Mia before saying.

"Seems there are some bad apples in the crates somehow. So we were discussing the discount. I told her the most we'd give off was a thousand credits. She wants two. Told her it wasn't happening." Ratchet told them. Seeing that Mia looked shocked. He almost smiled at the startled look on her face when she met his eyes with her own. He knew that his irrational need to protect this woman was going to cost him a s.h.i.+t ton of credits, but he wasn't able to stop his mouth from moving.

"You don't say. Bad apples, huh." Tiny said looking from him to Mia in a move that made him look like a f.u.c.king chicken.

Ratchet wanted to hit the b.a.s.t.a.r.d upside his head, but refrained.

"Yep." He gritted out.

"Well then. Suppose that will have to be brought up at church." Tiny said, making Ratchet nod. Yeah, he was going to have to pay the f.u.c.king credits back. He'd already known that before the man had mentioned it.

"Yeah, Hilmia and I discussed it and now we are giving them that thousand credit discount. We finally came to an agreement. Didn't we?"

Mia watched Ratchet. She was so surprised that the man had agreed to give her credits off the food they'd brought that she stood dumbfounded for a moment. Then she realized that she needed to say something. She also realized when she gawked at the hard muscular biker that he wasn't just asking about the credits. He was asking about the agreement that she stay out of any future issues with the other two men nearly beating a man to death.

Nodding her head as she answered them, feeling a bit stalked still from the look in the Ratchet's eyes. "Yes." She managed to squeak out.

"Well then. Guess you need some of this back then." The man who'd gotten the payment earlier shook the bag that she'd given him when they'd arrived with the goods. "Let's conduct this business in the office then."

She followed him in the direction of the office. She nervously considered Hilconn who was walking beside her with a sour expression on his face that didn't bode well for her she suspected. She glanced over her shoulder one last time before they entered the office to see Ratchet watching her with a hungry expression that frightened her quite a bit.

Ratchet watched Mia following Tiny back to the office with the little weasel beside her anger eating him up inside. He wanted to jerk her back and demand the reason she hadn't given him her full name. To kiss her until she was soft and pliant against him.

"What's up with the discount?" Rock asked. "You're gonna have to pay that s.h.i.+t you know." He turned glowering at Rock.

"Mind your own f.u.c.king business. There were rotten apples in a few crates. Might be that d.i.c.khead who's f.u.c.king with the equipment. And I f.u.c.king know I will have to f.u.c.king pay it. It helped her out. She looks good with this negotiation a better price from us when no one ever has. She's a h.e.l.l of a lot less s.h.i.+tty than the other people who've ran this freak show." Ratchet grumbled.

"True. Just don't get your game. You know that s.h.i.+t was fine. We checked it before we left." Rock stood looking at him.

"I don't have a f.u.c.king game a.s.shole. I was trying to keep her from getting hurt with those stupid f.u.c.ks who were beating that man." Ratchet told him grimly.

"Yeah, that was f.u.c.ked up. The guy didn't even do anything. He was standing near the fence watching. Then those two told him to leave, and before he could they started beating him with those pansy a.s.sed stunner sticks. Stupid f.u.c.ks. I think he just wanted to see what was going on. Bet ya a hundred credits that guy was from the Slums like our Molly." Rock told him his eyes burning in his rage that the man had been beaten for nothing.

They weren't into bulls.h.i.+t like that. Not that any one of them wouldn't have f.u.c.ked up someone who threatened their club. But not a single one of them would ever do that s.h.i.+t for no f.u.c.king reason. Ratchet nodded at him as Tick walked up asking. "What's going on?"

"Nothing we're waiting on Tiny." Ratchet told him glaring at Rock. He didn't need him telling Tick about his idiotic need to protect a woman he didn't even know. Besides the man would find out soon enough. There was no way they weren't going to bring this up in church next week. f.u.c.k, he was a f.u.c.king idiot, Ratchet thought angrily.

He needed to quit being an idiot. Tiny came out of the office and motioned for them to get a move on. He only shrugged at Tick who was looking at him with a questioning expression. Then moving to his bike he tried not to look at the office door to see if Mia would reappear. He didn't want to see her again he told himself sternly.

But even as this thought swirled inside his head he turned looking in that direction. Seeing Mia standing near the doorway looking at them leaving, his d.i.c.k twitched letting him know that thought was total bulls.h.i.+t. He turned back to his bike climbing on. Two minutes latter they were roaring away.

Mia watched the bikers leaving from the doorway of her office. She felt strangely saddened when the biker gang flew out of the gates behind the truck that had delivered the goods. She watched Ratchet fading into the distance until Hilconn spoke.

"So what did you do to get the little b.a.s.t.a.r.ds to give you a better price?" Hilconn asked with a suggestive smile on his face.

"Nothing. I just showed him the crates." She snapped not liking his implication.

"Huh, funny how that never worked before." Hilconn was still smirking snidely.