Diego: Leatherbacks MC by Heather West Page B

It’s going to be a real pleasure fucking Dio’s girl.  He thinks he has his thumb down on everyone around here, but he doesn’t.  Pretty soon there will be a new boss in this place and I’ll be his second in command.  Dio don’t know shit about what goes on behind his back.  He can’t even keep his pussy safe from me.”
     
    Something inside me broke as I realized that Micah was one of the guys that Roland has been talking about the night I talked to him.  It was if some sort of inhuman strength came over me and I began kicking at him wildly.  He stumbled backwards, giving me just enough time to heave my body upwards and bring the belt he had looped around the post up and over it. 
     
    Everything happened too fast after that.  He was coming for me, attempting to throw his body on top of mine to pin me down when the belt suddenly loosened around my hands a bit and I was able to grab the metal lamp that sat on the bedside table.  It didn’t even feel like me who was doing it as I swung it heavily, clipping him alongside the head and sending him reeling backwards onto the floor.
     
    I jumped from the bed and removed the belt.  He was lying on the floor, unconscious and bleeding heavily from where I had hit him.  I hurriedly got my pants pulled back up and slipped into my shoes, wrapping my shirt around me tightly as I fled toward the door and toward the stairs, spotting my purse still laying on the floor near the elevator and grabbing it as I ran.  I was outside on the sidewalk before I even knew how I got there.
     
    Cowering in a corner of the transit bus, I rode to the stop near my house and walked the few blocks home, letting myself in and dead bolting the door.  My heart was still racing and I felt sick from the gas fumes on the gag he had used as much as from what had almost happened to me.  Why had I done this to myself?  Was it not bad enough that my father was dead?  I had to get involved with the likes of the Leathernecks and get assaulted too?  Stripping off my clothes, I looked in the mirror.  I didn’t recognize the girl looking back at me.
     
    After a hot shower, I climbed into bed and slept, feeling like the failure that I was.  I had to walk away from this.  No way could I go back there now.  For all I knew, Micah might even be dead.  I might not have to answer to the authorities for that due to the Leathernecks’ code of not involving them in club matters, but I would certainly have to answer to Dio.  Given the options, I would have rather dealt with the cops.
     

Chapter Eleven
 
     
     
    The day after the assault, I awoke in a panic.  It was almost after noon already.  I couldn’t believe I had slept so long.  I felt a complete sense of panic as I climbed out of bed, very aware of the aches and pains that I felt from the tussle with Micah.  Looking into the mirror, I was shocked at how I looked.  My lip was swollen.  I had a black eye and a larger bruise on my cheek.  My breasts were bruised.  My wrists were raw where the belt had rubbed.  Even my shoulder was marked from his grip on it.
     
     
     
    Tears fell down my face as I thought about how close I had become to getting into something that I might not have ever recovered from.  For that matter, I had hit him pretty hard.  I might have to pay for even defending myself.  It wasn’t like it would be up to the cops.  I was going to be tried and sentenced by the club, not impartial jurors.
     
     
     
    More importantly, I didn’t know what to do next.  A part of me now was more resolute than ever to bring the Leathernecks to their knees and make them pay for my father’s death.  Another part was terrified of what might happen to me in the process.
     
     
     
    It was true that I had developed feelings for Dio, that I didn’t believe he was involved, but it was still his club and he had done plenty for which he should pay.  It wasn’t as if any feelings were mutual anyway.  He had none for me.  He