by Forgy, M. N.
“He’s dead,” Felix spits it out, not beating around the bush. I open my eyes, ready to retaliate if necessary.
“Motherfucker,” Georgeno mutters under his breath. “You were supposed to deliver him to me alive!” He slams his fist on the desk, his beady snake eyes jumping from each of us. I feel Zeek tense, and I know this is on me.
“That was before he killed one of our men and kidnapped my son!” I roar, fury laced in my voice. I want to kill this motherfucker, get my hands bloody. It would be nice to take my frustrations out on someone tonight. Georgeno’s eyes shoot to mine.
“He took your child?” he asks with a calmer tone.
“My son, and held him underground from me for who knows how long,” I state with a cold tone. Just hearing me say it out loud makes me want to bring Cross back from the dead just to kill him again.
“That fucking underground ring of his,” Georgeno shakes his head. “He wanted us to fund it you know, but we do shit our way. Not with children either.” Georgeno points at us with his cigar.
“So what’s this mean?” Zeek shrugs, sitting forward in his leather chair.
Georgeno stares at us, placing the cigar between his yellow teeth.
“You do three jobs for us, and I can make the deal stick. You run the casino and cut us our profit,” Georgeno offers.
“Jobs?” I ask. We wanted away from these assholes, this is going right back to them.
“Yeah, someone owes us money, you shake them down. Makes shit easier for us and I don’t have to find some punk to come down here and trust him to bring me my money or drugs,” he explains.
“Just three?” I clarify.
“Three,” Georgeno holds up three stubby fingers as if I’m slow or something. I really want to whip my machete through the air and cut them off.
Zeek looks at me and I nod reluctantly. As much as I don’t want to be in bed with them it sounds fucking easy enough to get them out of our hair. It’s just three jobs. He looks to Mac and Felix, and they both nod too.
“Deal. Three jobs, and that’s it,” Zeek stands offering his hand.
“Excellent. I know your club won’t disappoint,” Georgeno smiles a wicked smile.
“Speaking of my Club, how can I do three jobs for you when my clubhouse is blown apart?” Zeek pushes, and my eyes flick to Georgeno. He raises a brow, amusement crossing his face.
“Touché, shoot me a bill and the boys and I will take care of the costs. Keep it under two hundred grand.” Georgeno points at him with the cigar between his fingers.
I bite my inner cheek. Holy Shit! We could have built the club way cheaper than that. Zeek is quick on his feet when he wants to be.
“Pleasure doing business,” Zeek chuckles.
“Where do you want the body?” I ask, wanting that motherfucker Cross as far away from me as possible. If you ask me, we should burn it. Kill the curse and the demons that lurk within that motherfucker.
“I’ll have my men take care of it,” he grumbles.
“Burn it, otherwise his spirit can haunt us all.” Zeek taps his knuckles on the table. I smile, he read my mind.
Turning to leave I look to Zeek who glances at me. Mac slaps my back laughing and Felix smiles wolfishly.
“We fucking did it,” I smile. We settled our beef with the mafia, and Cross is fucking done! We can go on about business and run Vegas like Outlaws. “We rocked the boat, and sunk that motherfucker!” I laugh. But it slowly fades when I realize that even though we may have claimed victory… my brother Gatz wasn’t here by my side. He won’t be ever again…
Chapter 15
Twelve Hours Later
Raven
Laying on the cot in the bunker the little boy is sucking on his thumb fast asleep. The metal door creaks opens and the familiar smell of Machete fills the room.
I inhale a large breath, missing him.
“You’re on the bed,” he observes, noting that I’m not lying on the floor like usual. I tuck a curl from the boy’s face. He’s too cute and full of life to lurk amongst the soulless, to creep with the creatures of the night.
“I don’t want him to sleep on the floor,” I admit. He’s young enough to have a life, to have a crib with stupid cartoon characters and be normal.
Machete walks up to the cot, his warmth filling the room.
“You don’t have to be in here anymore, Raven,” he informs. “You can lay on the couch or something,” he suggests.
“Shh, you’ll wake him,” I state in a hushed voice, I know I don’t have to be in here but I feel safer in here. This is where it all happened. Me breaking, learning how to feel, and be safe. This is where I want this little boy to be reborn.
Machete sits on the edge of the bed. His eyes looking over me and at the kid.
“You look scared,” I observe. A new look for the animal himself.
“I’m fucking terrified,” he admits, and I silently laugh.
“He’s really a good baby, or at least I think he is.”
Machete sighs, reaching over me to grab his pudgy little hand. As if he needs to feel him to realize he is real.
“It’s just crazy,” he mutters.
“He needs a name,” I tell him. Silence fills the room, as he slides behind me, his arm hooking around me and the kid. We’re much too big for this little bed, and I swear it’s going to break but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.
“Gatz’s, real name was Cole. So his name will be Cole Ryder,” Machete states, and I have to push back the burn in my chest. I didn’t know Gatz well, but he seemed smart and loyal. It’s awesome Machete is passing down his name.
“I love it.” I brush the hair from Cole’s face again.
I feel Machete inhale at the back of my neck as he pulls me close, and I sink into his warmth.
“Your old lady huh?” I ask, remembering Zeek asking him if he was claiming me.
“You’ll always be my toy first, and I your master,” he informs, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks roughly. “You will always be taken care of, if you’re with me, Raven,” he states, almost as if he’s asking me to accept to be his.
I look over my shoulder, my eyes looking at his.
“Are you asking me?”
He gives me a blank look before his face hardens. “No, I’m your master and you know it,” his words strong.
I lay my head back down, getting comfortable.
“I do know it,” I whisper. I look over my shoulder. “Do you want me to scream for you?” I ask with lust in my voice and he chuckles.
“Always, pet,” he growls. “I’ve had a long day and need to take my frustration out on my woman,” he whispers into the back of my neck.
My sex pulses with excitement. If this is what it’s like to be an ol’ lady, sign me up.
He lifts me from the bed, and I claw at the mattress.
“We can’t just leave him,” I whisper.
“He’s sleeping, he’s fine,” he reassures. “I need time with you,” he breathes into my neck.
Reluctantly, I let go and Machete takes me into the main room and bends me over the couch. My fingers dig into the fabric, and I look over my shoulder.
He walks over to the wall of pain and comes back with clamps of some kind, and I frown wondering what he intends to do with them.
Pulling my shorts and panties down with urgency, his hand trails up my spine. My breathing becomes labored as my mind wonders wildly what he plans to do to me.
“When he took you from me, I was ready to set the world on fire,” he breathes into the back of my neck. His hands sliding around my front, he flicks my nipple with his fingers and I silently moan.
Suddenly red hot heat blazes through my nipple and around my breast. My pussy drips with arousal.
Looking down I spot a clamp on my right nipple. It hurts, but my mind is focusing on his hands sliding my ass cheeks apart.
“Drip for me, baby,” he whispers huskily, his finger tests my wetness. “I want your scent on my fi
ngers all night.”
He slaps the tip of his cock against my sex and I toss my head back with a loud moan. I’m so wound up, I feel like I’m going to explode into a million little pieces.
One jerk of his hips and he’s deep inside of me. Stretching and filling me, it feels so good I almost forget about the clamp on my tit.
Driving in and out of me, he fists my hair, arching my neck. His lips skim across the back of my neck, his breaths silently telling me how much he missed me.
“I love you,” I moan, and his hips slow, his hold on my hair easing.
His nose brushes against my ear, and my eyes open nervous I just freaked him out.
I crook my head to the side, finding wild eyes looking right back. “You heard me. If staying in the dark with you forever is love, then I never want to feel the warmth of the sun again,” I whisper. “Maybe I don’t know what love is, maybe you just starved me of basic human contact and you’re the only one I’ve ever connected with, but I don’t care. I knew the day I saw you, we’d make the best love story ever.” I shrug, knowing how fucked up our story really is. How fast and quick it is, but goddamn if it hasn’t been a ride.
He smirks, his hand brushing down the nape of my neck.
“I love you too,” he replies, and the blinding heat around my nipple turns into pleasure. I have to bite my lips together to keep from screaming out.
It feels so good. The throbbing around my nipple surfing through my body in a wave of pain and pleasure.
Machete’s hand snakes around the front, his thumb swirling my clit. I melt into his hold, my body coming undone as a pressure so hard threatens to ignite in my abdomen.
“Scream for me,” he whispers into my hair, and a clipping noise sounds between my legs before beautiful fucking pain pinches my clit.
I scream and fall to my knees as I’m thrown into the fire of pleasure. I come so hard Machete has to hold me up as he pumps in and out of me. Stars fire behind my eyes, and I forget to breathe as Machete growls and fucks me into the couch. My head wedged between the cushions as he chases his release.
Panting, and feeling sensitive everywhere, I don’t move.
He takes the clamp off my clit and nipple at the same time and I jerk in reaction. Machete chuckles, tossing the clamps on the floor. His finger grazes the X on my lower back and I tense.
“If you ever want to cover that up, I have a tattoo guy that is awesome,” he suggests. I shrug, never thinking about covering it up before but I want to. I hate it, it’s a constant reminder of my past.
“What would I get?” I shrug.
“Anything you want,” he laughs. He grabs me by the face, bringing me close. His wild eyes searching mine.
“I really do love you. I wouldn’t have risked my position in this club if I didn’t,” he confesses. “That being said, my love will be rough and obsessive. If you leave me, I will make it hard for you to be without me. You’re mine, understand?”
Licking my lips, I nod. I was his the day he took me captive. He presses his lips to mine, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting me.
Cole begins to cry in the other room, and Machete and I both tense and run to his aid. Machete turns the light on and I pick Cole up. He smiles, grabbing at my face with his little hands. Cole really is a good name for him. He looks like a Cole.
“Looks like he already has us wrapped around his fucking finger,” Machete laughs, his red hair a tousled mess.
“Do you want to hold him?” I ask. I hold my hands out, offering him.
Machete swallows hard, before stepping up to us. He holds his out arms, an unsure look passing his face.
Carefully I hand him to him, aiding him in holding him.
“Watch his head, it still kind of bobbles,” I laugh, and Machete moves his hand behind Cole’s head to balance it.
Stepping back, I look at them both. Machete is shirtless, and pantless for that matter, but the fatherly look on his face is what holds me. I can tell in that split second of looking at his son that he will never let anything bad happen to him again. Some may call him crazy, obsessive, and an asshole, but I know he will always treat me like his princess of darkness.
It’s crazy how not one, but two males broke the shell of my past and made me into a woman in a matter of days. I discovered a whole other person within myself, and I have Machete to thank for that.
I may not be the most likeable bitch in the club, and I’m sure to say fuck a lot around the kid, but I’ll be one hell of an ol’ lady.
Two Days Later: Raven
Bent over a leather chair I clench my eyes shut.
“When you said you knew a guy that could tattoo me, I wasn’t expecting you to be that person,” I whisper, my fingers clawing into the seat. Machete laughs, the buzzing sound from the tool making me anxious.
“Don’t move,” he warns, and I take a deep breath. “I do a lot of the guy’s tattoos at the club. Seeing our club is blown to shit, this will have to work,” he informs.
I remember the spider and the webbing on Gatz’s arm, I loved it. “Did you do Gatz’s?”
“Yeah, all of them,” he replies. That relaxes me some, that was beautiful work, so Machete has to know what he’s doing.
The little needle starts hitting my skin slowly. It’s not so bad. Then the buzzing speeds up, and so does the needle. I tense, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Breathe,” Machete warns, so I exhale a ragged breath.
“What are you drawing?” I ask. I couldn’t think of anything but knew I wanted that small X covered up, Machete said to trust him so here I am. At his mercy.
My skin is ablaze, my teeth gritted as I nearly snap off my nails into the chair as he tattoos my lower back. I inhale and exhale. Trying not to focus on the scratching of the needle in my skin.
“All done,” he states, giving the fresh ink a swipe with a paper towel.
“Really? Already?” I ask, looking over my shoulder. That was quick.
Standing, I make my way to the bathroom, holding my shirt up. I turn, looking in the mirror.
The word ‘Freedom’ sits on my lower back, the top of the M looks like a small bat flying away.
“Oh it’s perfect. You did so good,” I smile, looking it over. The skin around it is red, the ink black and perfect.
“Freedom,” I whisper, feeling just that. Free, like the bat.
Machete leans against the doorframe with a smirk on his face.
“I didn’t know you could draw,” I state, lowering my shirt.
He shrugs. “You didn’t ask.”
He’s right, I didn’t. It makes me excited to learn more about him.
Cole cries in the other room, gathering our attention. Walking through the suite that Machete put us up in the Sin Casino, my feet press into the soft carpet. It’s three bedrooms, big bathroom that overlooks the Strip and the open floor plan is just amazing. Eventually we are getting a house, but we want it to be perfect.
Opening the door, Cole is sitting in his crib playing with a toy motorcycle.
“Hey buddy,” I smile, and he coos trying to pull himself up. The club came together and got Cole a crib, clothes, and toys too. It’s crazy how they all come together like that, I’m not used to it.
“He okay?” Machete asks, pulling a shirt over his bare chest.
“Yeah, I think he’s just hungry.”
“I need to deliver this letter to Gatz’s partner, so I will be gone for a day or two,” he informs.
My face falls, and he walks over to me, grabbing the nape of my neck.
“Now?” I ask with disbelief. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at the time.
“Actually, we were supposed to leave an hour ago. I’m sure Zeek is happy with me,” he shakes his head.
“When will you be back? I’ll go with you,” I ramble. He steps up to me, his crazy beautiful eyes grabbing me.
“It’s club business, you can’t come. There is going to many times I have to get up and go and you won’t know much other
than I’ll be back. You have to be okay with that,” he tells me. I sigh, not liking the sound of that. I didn’t sign up for being left alone in some hotel room not knowing where my man is.
“If you need anything, call or use the club’s SUV, okay?” I nod, knowing this has to be done. Gatz was a good man, and I want the club to find this guy that Gatz loved. I just wish I could go with them.
“Okay,” I whisper. He gives me a chaste kiss, before rubbing Cole’s head.
“Bye, little man.”
With Cole on my hip, I walk to the floor to ceiling window and wait for Kane and the boys to ride out. It doesn’t take long before they all drive out of the parking lot, one by one.
“There’s Daddy.” I point at him and Cole grabs my finger trying to say Daddy.
My eyes fall to the construction workers rebuilding the clubhouse, they have their work cut out for them.
I sigh, turning where I stand. I guess I better get used to Machete leaving on club business.
Sitting on the floor I cross my legs and watch Cole try and wander about. He’s so cute.
Someone knocks on the door catching my attention. Furrowing my brows, I stand. Who could be here? I reach into the blue flower vase by the door and fist the pistol before looking through the peephole. It’s Jillian?
I put the gun back in its place and unlock the door.
“Hey! Want to take the babies to the park or go get some shakes or something?” she asks, walking in with two babies. Her hair is down, and she’s wearing black stretch pants and a pink cute top. You can’t even tell she had two kids. She must workout a lot.
She tilts her head to the side when I don’t reply back, her blond hair framing her face. “I just figured with the men being gone, it would help keep our mind off them. I wish I could go with them,” she mutters and that catches my attention. Maybe we are more alike than I thought.
“Yeah, I don’t like being left like this,” I confess.
“Sucks doesn’t it? I bet you and I are way better shots than them too,” she laughs, and I nod in agreement.