The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow

there was something he could do. Whatever happened there was no way he’d ever be able to let her go. She’d seen too much. Witnessing him murdering her father had cemented her future in his club. He couldn’t let her leave. The club wouldn’t allow him to.
    “You killed him.”
    Demon nodded. “Yeah, and you don’t speak another word of it.”
    “He’s dead. My dad’s dead.”
    Gripping the back of her head, he placed his palm over her mouth.
    “Your asshole of a father is dead but you’re alive. You talk about it and you’re going to die along with him. Is that what you want?”
    If he didn’t get her to be silent now then his club would demand her death. He wouldn’t go to jail for the slime ball.
    “I don’t want to die.”
    “Good. Now, you’re going to get on the back of my fucking bike and we’re going back to the clubhouse. Don’t fuck with me, Deanna.”
    She jerked her head in a nod. Satisfied, Demon straddled his machine, waiting for her to climb on behind him. He didn’t bother with a helmet. The quicker they got to the clubhouse the better it was for the both of them.
    “Hold on tight.”
    Deanna wrapped her arms around his waist but she didn’t put any effort in.
    “Tighter,” he growled.
    She tightened her hold on him.
    He headed in the direction of the clubhouse. Demon didn’t make a stop on the way. The sooner he got home the better it was for him. He needed to keep her safe. The image of her father’s hand wrapped around Deanna’s neck entered his mind. He wanted to kill the fucker again. No one put a hand on his woman. He gritted his teeth, hoping by the time he got home, the anger would have simmered down; otherwise he was going on a rampage.

    Climbing off the back of Demon’s bike a couple of hours later, Deanna couldn’t stop shaking. The man before her had killed her father, and yet she was indebted to him. Children should hate the men responsible for killing their parents. She was grateful to him. If he’d not arrived when he did she would be dead.
    He took her hand, leading her into the clubhouse. Several men were waiting for them but he didn’t stop to greet any of them. Demon didn’t stop moving until they were inside his bedroom. She watched him slam and lock the door. No one was coming between them this time and there was no chance of escape.
    Demon didn’t talk as he led her through to his bathroom. He turned on the shower. She didn’t know what to do or say. He began working the shirt from her body and her jeans.
    His touch was a little rough as he got her naked. Deanna stayed still, letting him take the lead. He could have killed her but he hadn’t. Demon saved her.
    Taking a breath, she stepped under the warm water, shocked as he climbed into the shower behind her. He’d stripped his clothes off in seconds. She didn’t dare look down at his cock. Deanna refused to think about what was going on.
    You owe him your life.
    Tilting her head back, she let the water spray her face, relishing the feel of it on her skin. She closed her eyes, gasping as she saw her father’s angry face staring right back at her. He’d been so angry with her. Biting her lip, she couldn’t help but tense up.
    “He’s not coming back, Deanna.”
    Demon stroked her arms, offering her comfort. She took it. Ever since her mother had passed she’d not gotten any comfort from anyone. She was all alone in the world.
    “I know.”
    He washed her body, paying careful attention to cleaning her long length of hair. The patience he showed with her surprised her. Deanna really thought he’d find some way to punish or hurt her. His gentle touch didn’t help her nerves.
    When the shower was over, she crossed her hands over her breasts to hide herself from his gaze. She was too open, too exposed to his gaze. He looked past her naked body.
    Licking her dry lips, she chanced a glance at his dark eyes. They gave nothing away. Demon was closed off. He didn’t tell her anything.
    Nodding her