by Kay Marie
“We’re closed. You’ll have to go somewhere else.” He has an accent. I’m guessing he’s a cartel member. I quickly and quietly walk up behind him, pulling out my knife. I grab him by the little hair he has on his head and slide my knife across his neck from one ear to the other and let him fall.
“Fuck, D.” Hollywood’s eyes are on me, full of lust. I smirk and turn to go inside, drawing my gun so I’m prepared. There are two bodies on the floor when I first walk in and two men are walking out of the back, guns in their hands. We all lift our guns at the same time. I aim and pull the trigger quickly. Gunshots go off behind me, too. I watch as both men fall to the floor. Ratchet and Kicks hurry to the fallen bodies, kicking their guns away from them.
“Tink,” Hollywood shouts.
“Where you at, Pixie?” I walk toward the back office. “It’s safe to come out now.”
“Tink, baby, come on. Let us know you’re okay.” There’s a pain in his voice. He’s scared.
“Maybe she got away before these guys showed up,” I say. We’re standing in the front of the store. Hollywood’s shoulders sag in defeat.
“Wh-what happened?” Tink’s voice comes from the hallway we just came from. Her voice is small.
“Tink,” I shout.
“Oh, thank fuck,” Hollywood cries out. He scoops her up in his arms.
“You had us scared out of our fuckin’ minds, Pixie,” I tell her.
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you,” Hollywood asks her.
“I’m okay. I got away before they had a chance to do anything,” she tells us. She glances around at the bodies on the floor. “I hate that they killed Kathy. She was such a nice woman. They killed her because she wouldn’t give me up.”
“We’ll have Tech dig up any information on her that he can, see if she has family. We can send them something anonymously,” I suggest.
“That would be great,” she agrees.
“Let’s get you home, Pixie.” Hollywood ushers her out of the gas station.
“Can we stay at the clubhouse tonight? I would feel safer there,” Tink says.
“You got it, babe.” Hollywood brings her to my car. “Ride with D and I’ll be right behind y’all.”
Tink stands on her tippy toes and plants a kiss on his lips. “Be safe.”
“Always. I’ll see you soon.”
She climbs in the car and he closes the door for her. Hollywood’s eyes come to mine. Something about the look he gives me, I get he’s telling me to be safe. I give him a nod and slide into the car.
“Thank you for getting here so quickly,” Tink says.
“We would have been here even quicker, but we didn’t want to risk gettin’ pulled over.” I chuckle. I lay my hand on her thigh and she places her hand over mine. Within a matter of minutes, she’s passed out. Post adrenaline rush crash. It’s been a wild day.
We go the speed limit the whole way home, so it takes us twice as long to get back to the clubhouse. I walk around to the passenger side door and as I’m about to pick Tink up to carry her inside, she wakes up.
“Are we home?” Her sleepy voice is adorable.
“Yeah, we’re here.”
She climbs out of the car. Wrapping her arm around my waist, I wrap mine around her shoulders and we walk inside. Hollywood, Kicks, and Ratchet walk in right before us.
“Hollywood! You’re back.” Carmine, the newest cut bunny, flashes a big, toothy smile at him. Tink’s body goes rigid and her eyes widen. She slips out from under my arm and walks over to Hollywood. He instantly envelopes her in his arms. I can’t help but laugh as Carmine’s face falls. Her eyes go from them to me and back to them. Her confusion makes Kicks and Ratchet laugh, too.
“Let’s get you to bed,” Hollywood says to Tink. They walk down the hallway and I follow.
Carmine stops me. “Since he’s with her, why don’t you and I have some fun tonight?”
“Fuck off, Carmine.” I grab a change of clothes from my room before going into Tink’s room.
“I need a shower before I go to bed,” she says after I close the door.
“Need any help?” I tease.
Her eyes flutter between me and Hollywood. “I wouldn’t mind some company.”
She winks at us and heads for the bathroom, slipping her shirt over her head as she goes. I look to Hollywood, who’s grinning from ear to ear.
“You ready for this?” I say to him.
His eyes lock on mine. “I’ve never been more ready.”
26
Tink
I slip my shirt off over my head as I walk into the bathroom. I turn the water on to let it warm up while I take my leggings, bra, and panties off. I step in the shower as Hollywood and Diesel walk into the bathroom.
“How’s the water,” Diesel asks.
“Come in and find out,” I tease.Hollywood gets in the shower first.
“Hi.” He towers over me. They both do. They’ve got to be close to a foot taller than me.
“Hi,” I whisper. I admire Hollywood’s naked skin. The only tattoo he has is the Savage Menaces MC patch on his back. His muscles are so defined, I can’t help but to reach out and touch him. His abs flex beneath my fingers.
Diesel steps in behind me. I glance at him over my shoulder and watch as his eyes take in Hollywood’s body. Diesel is covered in tattoos and is every bit as muscular as Hollywood is.
Diesel’s arms come around my waist, pulling me back so my back is flush with his front, and his dick presses against my ass. Hollywood cups my face in his hand and brings his lips to mine. I part my lips, granting him access. At the same time, Diesel’s lips come to my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking. He slides his hand to my pussy, using his fingers to separate my folds and rub against my clit.
Having not one, but two gorgeous men worshiping my body at the same time is simply blissful. It’s just the three of us, nothing else exists in this moment, and I’m floating on cloud nine. I reach down, taking Hollywood’s cock in my hand, pumping up and down. He breaks our kiss, dropping his head back and moaning.
Diesel turns me around and kisses me. It’s sweet compared to Hollywood’s rough kiss. They balance each other out, giving me the best of both worlds. Hollywood smacks my ass while I’m still kissing Diesel.
“Tell us what you want.” Hollywood’s lips brush against the shell of my ear, sending chills down my back.
I break my kiss with Diesel. “I want you both to fuck me.”
Hollywood growls in my ear before spinning me around to face him. He lifts me by the back of my thighs, making me squeal. Diesel’s fingers come to my pussy, sliding in.
“Fuck, someone’s a little eager,” he says. “You’re soaked.”
I instantly miss his fingers when he pulls them out. They’re quickly replaced by Hollywood’s dick that Diesel helps guide to my cunt. I find myself wishing I could see him with Hollywood’s cock in his hand. The thought of his big, strong hand wrapped around it turns me on. I moan, digging my fingernails into Hollywood’s shoulders as he rubs the tip of his dick against my pussy. Then leaning forward, he presses his cock into my opening and slowly slides in to the hilt. Diesel’s front is pressed tight at my back as Hollywood uses him as a makeshift wall to fuck me against.
Diesel’s hand goes to the back of Hollywood’s head and he pulls him closer, crashing their lips together. Watching the two of them kiss while Hollywood’s cock is inside of me is one of the hottest things to ever happen to me. When they break their kiss, Diesel’s hand comes down to the front of my throat, making me lean back. His other hand is on my tit, pinching my nipple. Hollywood pounds into me, causing me to cry out.
“Come for me, Tinsley,” Hollywood orders.
As if my body takes commands, I’m coming. “Oh, fuck! Dex!”
He thrusts a few more times, each one harder than the last. He squeezes my hips hard as he comes, growling out my name.
Diesel lifts me up, staying close as Hollywood sets me on my feet. If Diesel wasn’t behind me,
I would more than likely collapse on the shower floor. My legs are that weak.
“Ready for round two,” Diesel asks.
I turn in his arms, smirking. “Bring it on.”
He lifts me up the same way Hollywood did, sliding me onto his cock. Just like that, I’m ready to go again, as if I didn’t just get fucked. This time, with Hollywood at my back, he sucks on the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. I throw my head back so it’s resting on his shoulder. Diesel plays with one of my nipples and sucks on the other. With both of their mouths on me, my release builds a lot quicker.
“Don’t come yet, Pixie,” Diesel says. “Not until I say so.”
“Jared, please,” I beg.
“Not. Yet.” He thrusts harder.
Hollywood reaches over and pinches Diesel’s nipple, making him moan. Diesel pulls my face to his.
“Now.” He smashes his lips on mine just as an orgasm washes over me and my release hits hard. I delve my hands into his hair and feel Hollywood against my back, with his arm wrapped around me so he can touch Diesel.
“Come now, Jared,” Hollywood demands.
Diesel thrusts once more and moans into my mouth, still kissing me. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. We’re both panting, out of breath. He sets me on my feet, holding onto me to make sure I don’t fall. Diesel turns around to turn the water off while Hollywood grabs a towel. He carefully dries me off before wrapping the towel around me and helping me out of the shower. I grab them each a towel from under the sink and hand them each one.
I walk out of the bathroom, straight to my dresser, and grab a pair of boy shorts to sleep in. Diesel’s shirt and sweats are sitting on top of my dresser, so I grab his shirt and slide it on.
“Stealing my clothes now, huh?” He laughs, walking out of the bathroom with Hollywood right behind him.
“Borrowing, not stealing,” I correct him.
“You can borrow or steal anything you want from me.” He kisses my forehead then grabs his sweats, sliding them on. Hollywood slips into a pair of black basketball shorts. I crawl into bed, laying in the middle while they lay on either side of me.
This is where I’m meant to be. I was made for the two of them.
27
Hollywood
The next morning, I wake up with Tink’s leg draped around mine. Diesel has his arm around her waist and is spooning her. Yesterday was by far the scariest day of my life. The thought of something bad happening to Tink or losing her was worse than when my so-called friends jumped me in Chicago all those years ago. I’m thankful she was safe when we got to her.
Everything that happened, from the moment we found out she was taken to the moment we got her back made me realize life is too short to care what people think about who I love. I know those who truly care about me won’t give a fuck who I’m with as long as I’m happy. Life is too short to hide your true self from anyone.
I slide out from under Tink’s leg, careful not to wake her. I’m about to walk out of the room when Tink’s groggy voice stops me.
“Where are you going?”
“To change and get some breakfast. Go back to sleep,” I tell her. She had an extremely emotional day yesterday. Then to top it off, the three of us had sex together for the first time. She needs to rest. As long as Diesel is with her, I know I have nothing to worry about.
In my room, I grab a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, boxer briefs, and socks. I lay them on my bed, then move to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Changing out of my sweats, I slip my clean clothes on. I step into my shoes, put my cut on, and grab my hat as I walk out of my room. I’m not fucking with my hair today.
The cut bunnies must be in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Bacon fills the air down the hall and into the main room. A handful of brothers are already out here eating. I walk toward the bar and Carmine pops up out of nowhere.
“Hey, baby. Can I make you a plate? Or maybe get you a cup of coffee?”
“Oh, honey. I know you’re new here, so let me give you some advice,” Rivet says to her. “Leave H alone. He doesn’t fuck with cut bunnies.”
Carmine cuts Rivet a dirty look before turning her attention back to me.
“You look stressed. Why don’t we go to your room and I can help you with that?”
“Ahem.” I turn to find Tink and Diesel standing behind me. Tink looks annoyed where Diesel looks amused.
“I’ll give you one warning,” Tink says to Carmine, pinning her with a death glare. “Back the fuck off my men. I know you’re the bitch who answered my call yesterday. You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass right now.”
Carmine scoffs and retreats outside. Diesel chuckles beside Tink, who still looks irked.
“Damn, T. Feelin’ a bit scrappy today?” I tease her, trying to lighten the mood.
She shrugs a shoulder. “I may be a little territorial when it comes to what’s mine.”
“Just a tad, huh?” Diesel chuckles again.
“Tiny, but feisty,” I mutter with a grin.
“I was going to offer to make y’all a plate, but maybe I won’t now,” she taunts and saunters into the kitchen.
“You think she meant that,” I ask Diesel.
“I’m sure we’ll find out.” He walks around the bar and opens the cooler, grabbing two bottles of water. A few minutes later, Tink walks out of the kitchen with two plates of food.
“Are those both for you?” I smirk.
“You think you’re funny today, don’t you?”
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t in a good mood.” I wink at her.
She sets a plate in front of me then kisses me on the cheek. “It’s nice to see you in such a good mood.”
“Thank you for breakfast,” I tell her.
“Of course.” She smiles at me before setting Diesel’s plate down then heads back to the kitchen to make her plate. The two of us wait to eat until she gets her food. She walks out with a plate in one hand and coffee in the other. The girl loves her coffee. She sits between us and we eat our breakfast in silence.
As I’m finishing up my breakfast, I get a call from Kicks. I excuse myself before answering it.
“What’s up, Kicks?”
“I came to check on our friend here at the hospital,” he says. “I’ve got some bad news.”
“Go on,” I tell him.
“Andy died. His nurse told me it happened overnight. On top of that, Kara is missing. She wasn’t here when I got here and she’s not answering her phone.”
“Fuck. This isn’t good,” I say.
“Don’t worry about Kara. Let’s find who is behind all this and fuckin’ destroy them.”
“You got it, bro. I’m gonna go talk to Tink and Prez.” With that, we hang up. “Tinsley, babe. Come sit with me.”
I sit on the couch, leaning forward, and resting my elbows on my knees.
“What’s up? You hardly ever call me by my real name.”
“That was Kicks on the phone just now,” I tell her. I hesitate because I’m not sure how she’s going to handle this news. She sits by me and I grab her hand. “He went to see Andy.”
“And?”
“He passed away during the night.”
Her face goes white. “I need to call my mom.”
“Pixie, let’s go back to your room. You can call her later,” Diesel suggests.
She nods her head and stands.
“Tinsley, we’re gonna find out who’s behind this,” I promise her.
“I know you will.”
Diesel wraps his arm around her and they walk away. I mull over my next move before deciding to go talk to Prez. I knock on his door, even though it’s already open.
“Come on in,” he calls out.
I walk in, closing the door behind myself.
“Andy died in the hospital,” I tell him.
“Shit,” he says under his breath.
“Honestly, Prez. I don’t think this is over. I think we just disposed of one of Torres’pawns. There’s mo
re where he came from and it’s only a matter of time before another pawn is sent out.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“We track Torres down and kill him. Once and for all.”
28
Tink
I took the rest of Sunday to mourn my brother’s death. As bad as it is, I knew this day would come. I always hoped it wouldn’t come to this, that he would get the help he needed. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he was in too deep. Diesel and Hollywood were with me all day. They made sure I was never alone but didn’t push me to talk if I didn’t want to. I tried calling my mom a few times, but she never answered.
Today is my birthday. Hollywood and Diesel have been waiting on me hand and foot since I woke up. Now, we’re getting ready to go out for lunch. I slip into a pair of high waist distressed jeans with a black tank top. I pair the outfit with my black Converse then head out to the main room.
“Happy birthday, Tink,” Minx shouts as I walk into the room.
“Thank you.” I smile. “Have you seen Hollywood or Diesel?”
“They’re out front with some of the guys,” she tells me.
“Awesome, I’ll see you later!” I walk outside and find them sitting at the closest picnic table with Kicks and Buzz.
“Hey, beautiful,” Hollywood says.
“There’s the birthday girl! Ready to go?” A smile stretches across Diesel’s face.
“Ready when you are.”
“Wanna ride on the bike,” Hollywood asks.
“Of course!”
“Be safe. I’ll meet y’all at the restaurant,” Diesel tells us.
The ride to Wing Stop is short but amazing. Riding on the back of Hollywood’s bike is freeing and invigorating. Having my arms wrapped around him and being so close to him is pure bliss. Pulling up to the restaurant is bittersweet.
“I could spend all day with you on your bike,” I tell Hollywood.
“Yeah?”