Escaping From Forever: Tank & Kat's story, Part 1 (Battle Born MC Book 5)

by Scarlett Black

  “You have always been my puta, whore.”

  He slams into me and fucks me with no reprieve. Soon, he empties himself while my legs burn from the exertion of him fucking me with all his power. My arms shake against the wall, and I’m about to collapse when he pulls me back to him, cradling me to his body.

  “I love you, Katherine, I came home just to fuck you. I missed you so much. I would never allow anyone to see your naked body. Keep it covered.”

  Swallowing my pride, I nod and let him have this one. I can’t win them all, I tell myself. “Sí, Matias.”

  “Bueno, mi amor, I’ll be home very late.” He lets me go to pull out and stuff himself back into his pants.

  I’m about to bend over and pull up my pants, but he stops me and pushes me forward again. “No te muevas, don’t move,” he demands. He steps back, and, over my shoulder, I can see him watching me, his gaze moving down to my ass and exposed pussy.

  His cum slowly starts leaking from my cunt, and a satisfied smirk crosses his face. He steps forward and shoves two fingers inside of me.

  “You didn’t come for me, Katherine.” He strokes me and asks, “Why were you in here, Katherine?”

  Fuck, he said my name twice.

  “The security PIN didn’t work this morning, so I came to ask if they changed it,” I pant through each word, knowing he’s not done with me yet.

  “Hmmm.” His fingers trail down to my clit and starts rubbing it painfully hard. “You aren’t lying, are you, Katherine?” Matias doesn’t let up, and I’m about to come when he stops rubbing my clit but continues stroking my pussy, excruciatingly slow.

  My forehead hits the wall. “No, Matias, I came in and the alarm from the kitchen wouldn’t set.”

  His pace quickens and I groan out loud. God, I need the release. He rubs my clit with our mixed juices again and I push back against his hand. My body tightens and, finally, I come on his hand and moan out with every touch. My breaths come out uneven and labored from the adrenaline rush I got from the release.

  Matias gently strokes me, almost reverently, before saying, “My pretty little puta.” He chuckles at me and then removes his hand, pulling my pants up before warning me, “I don’t want to see your tits out again, mi amor.”

  He leaves me half-dressed and gutted in the hallway. If looks could kill, I would have murdered that motherfucker in that moment. All I could think of was throwing the knife from my boot into his retreating back.

  Chapter 7

  Tank

  Las Vegas

  Summertime in Vegas is no joke. You become a vampire and are out only from the evening to the early morning, sleeping all day to beat the heat. Which worked out great for us, most of our jobs being at night anyway.

  I’m pretty sure I passed out on the couch instead of my room. My neck and back hurt like a motherfucker. My right arm is numb from something heavy. I crack an eye open just enough to see a red bandana.

  A throat clearing above me startles me to find a grinning Maddox. “Not how I pictured my son and you would end up, sweetly snoring in each other’s arms.”

  I start to sit up and push Axl’s head away from me. “Get up, Axl.” I look down at my bare chest that has a fresh tattoo across it. “Est 1983.” Fuck, vague memories of Blade giving me this fresh tatt start to surface.

  He jolts awake, “What the fuck…” Jumping up, he runs his hands over his face.

  “You were cuddling me in the clubhouse, dude. No one was supposed to know about us, you promised me,” I mildly shout out my fake astonishment.

  “Shut the fuck up. I passed out and you take up the whole damn couch with your big ass body. Your stupid ass isn’t my type.”

  “I know, you’re holding out for your perfect little princess that loves Guns N’ Roses as much as you. The perfect little sinner in all the land. A biker fairytale, so freakin’ sweet.” I hold my hands up under my chin, because his obsession never gets old.

  A yawn stops me from further conversation. I lean forward and pour out a line of coke, and then one more. Holding one finger over one nostril and then a straw to the other, I huff up a fat line into my nose and cough at the dry white powder that coats the back of my throat.

  “Zombie dust?” I pass Axl the mirror with coke on it. He does the same as me and takes a hit off our wake-up call. He finally notices my new chest piece and his eyes raise in question. I chug from the vodka bottle sitting in front of me and check my watch that says it is three in the afternoon. Fuck, what time did we pass out? Six in the morning, I think.

  “I know, I’m still putting together last night too. I think Blade did it—”

  My thoughts trail off as I catch Harley walking across the room and into the kitchen. Axl jumps up from the couch to follow her and ignores my comment, I’m sure to ask her to make his prissy ass breakfast. A heavy boot slams into my shin and pain follows.

  “Quit eye fucking my woman, Tank. She’s been out of your league for years,” Maddox warns but there’s some laughter in his voice.

  I rub my shin, “I will try, but, Mad, you know she is hot.”

  “I’m not fucking stupid, kid. She wears my patch and ring for a reason. She. Is. Mine.”

  “Jesus, now I know where Axl gets his crazy ‘all mine’ from.”

  “It ain’t crazy, you take care of what’s yours and make no damn apology for it. That’s why we work hard to keep everyone safe.”

  “Don’t worry, I will take care of her should anything happen,” I exaggerate with a few winks.

  “If there was ever something to happen to me, you know that Axl will kill you himself if you thought about touching his mom.”

  “Fuck, ain’t that the truth. I promise you, Mad Dog, I will look out for her.”

  “Careful, asshole, you almost sound like a man. Only if you assholes would stop snorting that shit. Tank, I’m telling you, you ain’t gonna find nothing but bullshit at the end of that high. Find a woman that fucks you so hard, it gives you the same rush. You don’t need that easy pussy and blow.”

  Maddox walks away shouting out, “Besides, Harley and I can’t even hang out around the clubhouse because you little shits constantly have your little pricks out.” He leaves me with a head full of advice. Fuck, I’ve got plenty of time to get my shit together.

  After some food, coffee and a shower, I get my ass into the garage and look over the work orders, planning out who’s doing what for the day.

  I’m fucking sweating up a storm so I tear off my wife beater and finish torqueing down a bolt. A small finger runs over my back and lips touch the shell of my ear.

  “Hey, baby,” Ava purrs.

  Huh, she clearly didn’t get my brush off from last night. She wants more. I’ll show her what it’s like to be club pussy.

  “What’s up, Ava, are you looking to fuck?”

  “Yes,” she hisses and scrapes a nail down my back.

  “Come back at eleven, I’ve got shit to do until then.”

  She plays off a coy smile and sways her hips for show on her way out. Bitch thinks she is gonna have it easy with me? The door shuts behind her and Axl frowns at me from the other side of the garage. “Do you think having her hang around here is a good idea?”

  “Most definitely fucking not a good idea, but, don’t worry, I have a plan.”

  “This should be a good one then,” he chuckles from across the room.

  “Oh, just wait.” And I spend the rest of the day fantasizing about how epic I will make it stick in her head that she’s not mine and never will be.

  After some long hours, we finally finish up the work order for the day and I head to prepare for the night. Coke, weed, beer and shots line up the bar. All of it is ready except for the small bag of ecstasy in my pocket. These bitches are in for a treat tonight.

  The brothers start pouring in along with the club pussy. Before long, the music is loud, and coke starts being snorted, or licked, off pussy and asses.

  I start making my rounds, offering any willing girls
wanting an extra hit of pleasure some X for the evening. More than half of them are down for just about anything, and that is some exciting shit to watch.

  Trix walks in topless and I call her over, grabbing a handful of her ass. “I need you to stay by my side for a bit, sexy.”

  She answers by grabbing my dick in turn, humming and sucking on my neck. I hold up the ecstasy in front of her face and she holds her mouth open. Trix chugs down the pill with the beer from my hand and latches onto me.

  Blade walks in and his eyes flare a bit as he’s taking in the scene, with Spider right behind him. He heads straight over to me. “Why is there a giant orgy breaking out? Fuck, bro, it’s too early for this shit.”

  “I handed out X to make a point, you’ll see why here in a few.”

  Blade scrutinizes me for a moment, and, of course, Spider does too, then they relax enough to watch the live porn that has broken out. It doesn’t take Trix long to start grinding all over me and have my bare ass in a chair in the middle of the room.

  She grabs a condom and caresses my cock while she covers my dick in latex. I groan and toss my head back when she straddles the chair and sits herself onto my dick. She grinds down and moans out.

  My head comes up and I find another club girl staring at us from across the room as Trix and I are fucking. I wave her over and she joins us hurriedly, ready to make us a threesome of everyone’s fantasy.

  “Turn around, Trix.”

  She does as I ordered and sits back down on my cock with her pussy on full display for the crowd.

  “Eat her pussy, bitch,” I grind out, sounding much harsher than I intended, but my balls are about to explode.

  The club slut gets onto her knees and strokes over Trixie’s pussy. She shudders and I pull her back to rest on my chest as I scoot forward on the chair. Trixie brings up her feet to rest them on my knees.

  The bitch on the floor latches onto my balls with her mouth first and licks up what is exposed of my dick all the way to Trixie’s clit. I pull and twist her nipples as we both get the bitch’s mouth.

  That’s the moment when the prospect walks Ava in as I ordered him to do earlier after she left. She stands there in front of me, stunned, with wide eyes.

  “Get behind the bitch on the floor and get your fingers in her cunt or get the fuck out and never come back here.”

  Ava blinks and her nose twitches before a single tear falls and she rips out of the clubhouse like her ass is on fire. Safe to say, I will never see her lying, cheating ass ever again.

  The night caries on and I have never seen so many orgasms in one night. Also, I have never been given that many high fives from the brothers in one night. Except, the next morning when my head is pounding from the massive hangover in my head.

  Some may think that I got my road my name because I’m a big motherfucker, and, while that holds true, I also am known for the biggest fucking parties, and am responsible for the ‘tank’ that parked itself inside your head the morning after. The ‘tank of a hangover’.

  “Tank,” Stryker bellows at me at our early morning church. His baritone voice makes me wince. “That fucking bullshit that happened last night will never happen again. Fucking acting like teenagers.”

  He points a meaty finger and glares at me until I confirm with a response.

  “Aye, Prez, it shouldn’t be a problem,” I finish with a serious face. I almost lose it when Spider grins at me. Fucker wants me to lose it and laugh because then Stryker will put a fist through my face for laughing at him.

  Clearing my throat, I erase my thoughts and focus back onto the meeting.

  Traitors deserve only one thing, retribution and paybacks.

  Chapter 8

  Matias

  Fucking Katherine was up to no good in there. But I’ll let her have her secrets for now. I slide back into the car and Esteban gives me a once over. I glare back at him and Angel. Esteban knows why I insisted on coming home. I could give a fuck. I do or fuck what and who I want, when I want.

  I pull out my phone and look over the missed calls, then instruct the driver to take us to my father’s office.

  The three of us enter the tall building that’s housing my father’s offices in downtown Mexico City. We walk past the receptionist and she smiles sweetly at us, wishing one of us would throw her a pity fuck. No way am I fucking my father’s leftovers.

  I rap my knuckles on the door before stepping into the office, not waiting for him to give us permission to do so. My father’s annoyed face looks up at us as Angel and I take a seat, while Esteban shuts the door behind him.

  “Did you set Cobra straight? We can’t run these bitches through California any longer. The Feds are onto us already,” he barks his demands at us.

  “Sí, Padre, we talked to him. He knows he needs to make it happen, or Katherine dies. He’s going to make it happen or take control of the area. We will work it out.”

  My father is a pendejo to believe that Cobra gives a fuck about his daughter other than to use her as leverage. If he needed her to die, he would be the first to put a bullet in her head. He sure as fuck doesn’t worry about losing her.

  I sigh. This is going to take a while, and I’d rather not deal with him before the drop in a few hours. Either my father or Cobra will die before she does. I’m working on several plans to make sure that won’t happen. Only Angel, my brother, knows of them.

  “Bueno, and moving the drogas, drugs, up north?” he questions with a raised brow.

  “We are setting up a hit on the Battle Born MC and hijacking a truck that pays for their runs through their territory to make it look like Cobra’s crew is involved. Battle Born cannot have a reputation when it comes to hijacking on their turf.”

  Taking a breath, I look out the window. “Stryker, their president, must go after Cobra. Cobra can’t get the MC over there to cooperate so we will slowly infiltrate the U.S. turf from the north and get our services moving.”

  This is all so simple, and, while my good old father is busy with these details, I have other matters to see to.

  Angel sits forward and forcefully keeps his voice level. “What about the daughter of Cuervo? You promised me a marriage for alliances.” Whatever his addiction to this woman is, it has made him weak.

  “No,” our father simply states. “She is of no use to us and hasn’t been for a long time. Cuervo could have become something bigger within the club, but he’s not worth much to their crew to bargain a marriage for.”

  My father doesn’t notice but I do see the tic in Angel’s jaw and the twitch in his hands. My eyes don’t leave him until he notices me looking, and he sees that now is not the time, but soon. This American pussy is how I will control Angel to get what I want. I give him a faint nod, and, slowly, he slides back into his seat.

  “Get back to work,” my father, the Cartel boss, The King, demands. “Meet up with Cobra at the warehouse and make sure the women are shipped out to the next drop. Cobra is taking the drugs and diamonds back up with him.”

  I signal over for Angel to get up. “No worries, father, Angel and I have this under control.” He stands with me and I clap him on the back, giving him false hopes.

  Together, the three of us leave his office to start the ball rolling. I need to go speak with a few contacts in Las Vegas. I pull the phone from my pocket and dial.

  “Diego,” I greet the man when he answers, “we have a task for you. Clean up a truck moving north on highway ninety-five.”

  “I’ll switch patrol areas. What time is this truck coming through, and what do I do with the merchandise?”

  “Hold it for now. Angel will be up eventually to check on the area, and he’ll pick it up then with a crew.” I pause for a moment. “Get familiar with the Battle Born MC, in particular their one member, John Smith, alias is Crank.”

  I hang up the call and tap the phone against my chin on our drive to the warehouse to meet with Cobra. I plan the angles to make this work, double checking that I’m not missing anything.


  The streets pass in a blur and I lose track of where we are. We stop abruptly, jarring me from my thoughts. Esteban gets out of the car first and checks the location along with the men from two other armed black cars that escorted us here. Dirty fucking bikers are only useful for transporting the shit the rest of us don’t have time for, but we still need to be careful and not let our guard down.

  The sun is starting to set, the windows glaring with the reflection of the bright rays. Dust particles become visible, cloaking the warehouse. I pull my shades from my suit pocket and shield my eyes putting them on. I step in front of Esteban, he and Angel following behind, watching my back. Together, the three of us walk over to Cobra and the rest of his MC, patiently waiting for the report on his shipment.

  “The brothers pulled in a variety, from young to matured, and a few younger niños as your handlers requested in inventory. They are waiting in the truck.” Cobra, the smug bastard, smirks.

  It’s fucking disgusting knowing that these assholes fucked every last one of them on the way down here. Even I have some fucking standards of who I fuck.

  “Open,” I bark at him.

  One of his men pop the latch and lifts the heavy panel. The stench reaches me from twenty feet away. I don’t move or flinch from the disgusting smell of urine and shit. Not my concern, and I don’t care as long as the shipment makes it to its destination unharmed. I lift a hand to Angel, and he passes the bag with cash over to Cobra.

  “When are we moving the drugs through the States? I want an estimated time of arrival for the drop.”

  Cobra’s eyes squint ever so slightly before I add, “Sensitive shit in this one. Not your fucking concern other than to do your job, like I pay you to do.”

  “We leave tomorrow afternoon, can’t before then. My guy working the border will be there at the time set. It will take us a few days to get up north. I’ll keep you updated.”