Psycho - Headless Horseman MC *NOT EDITED*

Chapter Five - Wicked

- Harley -

It's been about a month since I've been working at the club, Shelby (Red) and I have basically become sisters, I look at her as my little sister, I've taken her under my wing slowly building her confidence up, teaching her some simple self-defence in case I'm not there if someone starts shit. I pray that I am every time, I don't think I'd ever forgive myself if something happened to her, I never want another woman to go through what I have so If I can do anything to stop it I sure as hell will no one was there to save me, I refuse to sit by and watch. 

Maybe I'm attracted to her presence cause she's like a ray of sunshine to my dark gloomy life. Somewhere to keep soul, selfish I know, but people like me tend to feed on people like her, to try and bring some type of light into our lives.

Killer comes in almost every day if I didn't know any better id say he only comes to watch me considering he gets a private dance every time hes in. Unfortunately always getting interrupted before we even start, but its also making this little game allot easier for me... I come back from my break to find a few Harleys out front, I make my way to the bar and hear some familiar voices coming from the office, I walk in to see Killer and Gunner looking at the security tapes from a month ago watch.

"God damn she fucked him up" Gunner says, I smile to myself before making myself known "Mmm, god damn I look good" I say while walking between Gunner and Killer leaning my hands on the table watching the tv screen, "You might have to bring her on a few jobs with us Killer" Gunner says smiling at me, "Don't tempt me with a good time" I say before walking back out to the bar.

After a few dances and some bar work I go out the front for a joint, placing it in between my lips and lighting it I take a deep inhale and slowly exhail it instantly relaxing my mind and body. I go to take another drag before It's suddenly taken out of my fingers, I open my eyes to see Killer holding it, I go to take it back as he takes a drag, I throw a small tantrum like the damn child I am, I've waited hours for this, he laughs at me throwing a fit like a kid before pulling me into his waist and chest, I think he was expecting me to push him off of me but honestly I didn't want to, I kinda enjoyed it. 

He puts it back in my mouth before I take a drag again this continues until most of It's gone, we haven't spoken a word but it's not uncomfortable either, it's kinda calming in a way, he gently grabs my chin and raises my face to his, now staring into each other's eyes, it takes all of me not to turn into putty in his hands, I don't know why he has such a way with me, no one has ever affected me this way and I don't know if I like it or not, I have to be in control at all times.

 "What's your name?" he whispers to me "Cherry," I say like the smartass I am, "You're real name Darlin" I know almost nothing about him I'm not about to go and tell him my life story. "What's yours?" I ask hoping to change the conversation, he smirks "Jaxon Jones, but everyone calls me Killer, your turn" My first name won't hurt right? "Harley" I smile.

 "Last name?" I roll my eyes before answering "Davidson" I say with a cheeky grin on my face, I laugh "Your real last name" I sigh and look down to my hands before answering, I've never spoken about why I don't use my last name. "I don't have one anymore, I'm not that person, I'm Harley.. just Harley" it's the truth at least, hoping he doesn't ask any more questions.

 "I want you to be mine, and when I want something I get it" I choke on air when I hear the words come out of his mouth, I'm a little shocked at how straight forward he is. But I'm still not one for relationships, I won't be hurt anymore, I have no trust any more, I'm damaged. I will never allow someone else to hurt me, I don't care how much I hurt myself but I know I won't survive if someone else I care about hurts me. My body breaks out in goosebumps, every time he talks to me, but I'm not going to turn to putty in his hands, If he's serious about this he can prove it to me, make me believe it it's true, he can show me just how much he wants me.