by Elena Monroe
I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. I may be the Clave’s fuck up but here I am taking down an entire house of enemies with a half assed idea and some motivation.
Vic the Dick is going to be pissed that I accomplished something this big without any organizational skills.
Dove’s security stormed the front doors, and I had a front row seat when he came running to their side hoping for answers. “Sir, there hasn’t been a breach. We aren’t sure what’s happening. We need to lock it down now. No one in or out.”
Smirking the entire time, I watched Dove sweat thinking Death was coming for him when really it was just good ole War.
“Do something!” His scream echoed against the high ceilings when Grace suggested another drink. He scoffed at her inability to drop right to her knees and service him the way I was sure he forced her to.
Every time I looked at her for too long while naked, I saw the discomfort he had created now.
The reasons he should die were just piling up now as the security started coughing in this deep way that almost made my chest sore from hearing it. Guess his guys dipped into the festivities too.
Looking down at my watch again, there wasn’t much time left as Dove escaped down another hallway. It was showtime, my last performance, my swan song before I left all the extra behind to be just myself. Grace’s hand touched mine as we bumped into each other, following him to a big office that overlooked his infinity pool when the sharp sounds of a tantrum filled the air.
He was clearing his desk with his hands and knocking over anything not nailed down when he shouted, “Do you know what this means?! Everything I worked for - gone! All these people - on my head! Fuck!” Grace slowly approached him with the bottle of scotch, filling his cup while he unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt and sat down with a thud behind his desk.
Finally noticing me his violent eyes seemed to get wider than possible when he shouted, “Death Wish, you did this?!”
Clutching my invisible pearls like a lady scorned I feigned being hurt, “You didn’t think I was capable? Underestimated me? That’s been happening my whole life actually…” Stepping over debris from his Wreck it Ralph impersonation I pressed my palms to the now empty desk leaning in to show him I wasn’t scared the way he clearly was.
He chuckled like any of this was funny, I guess in a morbid way it was. “You did all this for that sloppy second cunt over there? I’m going to give you some fatherly advice… Money? Worth it. Power? Worth it. Pussy? Replaceable.”
I knew he was talking to Grace as he held her gaze while calling her replaceable.
As he pushed the short glass of poisoned scotch to his dry lips, I leaned over his desk tipping the end up, forcing him to drink the entire contents in one big gulp. I was speeding up death, sue me.
Reaching for Grace I closed my arm around her shoulders, holding her close to my side, “That’s the problem with greedy bottom feeders like you, you never know what you have until it’s gone. My problems are petty though compared to my leading lady’s…” Pushing my face to the right I watched her lips turn up when he started to cough.
She was enjoying even the poison’s pregame and forgetting that she had the floor right now. I was giving her everything to make those wings permanent - she just had to want it.
Standing up taller, she reached behind her neck to unhook the necklace of a single wing and held the chain in her closed fist. Leaning over the desk my eyes danced down the red satin clinging to her body when her raspy voice came out like a growl, “I never needed you to fly… you needed me. You would be no one if I wasn’t stealing, bringing in money, making you look good so you can play at being a gangster.”
Dropping the necklace into his glass he looked at her in a way that wasn’t just confused but more painful. As she let go of the chain, we all watched her gold-plated wing drown in the alcohol content when she pushed herself onto the desk, twisting her head over her shoulder to look at Dove who was in too much shock to move, when her eyes turned to find me again.
“I didn’t come back for him… I came back because I wanted revenge. Rodriguez is listening… or was before I dropped that in the scotch. There’s ways this can end off the books without LAPD knowing,” her lips turned up and I could see my name branded on her thigh where the slit fell open.
Fuck me.
I underestimated her the same way the world always did to me.
She wasn’t with Dove out of desperation or salvation, but for retribution. She got her heart broken by the asshole part of me unwilling to see her truth, then thought I was killed, and this was her nailing him to the wall in my name.
She was such a badass and every part of me wanted to brand her even more, only differently this time… like with my dick.
Dove clawed at his neck and was reaching for anything that would make the way his throat was closing slow down enough for him to get in any new air when I stepped between Grace’s legs as they opened for me. My hands smoothed up the sides of her thighs while her hands worked to unbutton my matching red dress pants.
Birdy’s hand grazed over how hard I was for her when she slipped the vial from my pocket and drank it down without hesitation.
She was ready for us to close this book and start a new life.
We were both starved for each other and I didn’t care if Dove was dying or already dead when my grip behind her knees pulled her down to the edge of the desk as she slid her hands over my chest and under my suit jacket to take it off.
Her fingers pulled on the bandana, drawing me closer when my palms found the solid surface beside her as her raspy voice whispered against my ear, “If you’re War then I’m your triumph…”
My hips pushed up against her as her tongue began tracing my lips slow enough to make my hard cock jump in my pants.
Avenging each other and not knowing it only made us more perfect for each other. All that stood between us now was currently dying behind this desk.
Looking over her shoulder she watched his face twist in even more anger as my fingers found red lacy panties hiding under her silk dress.
Red, my color, barely there lace panties.
“I want to live inside your triumph,” my tongue licked her lips begging them to open while my fingers twisted her head back towards me. Dove dying was secondary now, this was the start of our happily ever after and I was going to make sure the last thing he saw was her coming for me.
Pulling the panties down her legs, her mouth chased mine with such intensity it felt euphoric as her legs opened wide enough for me to fit right between like a puzzle piece. Looking down at my gaping pants, her hand slipped inside my boxer briefs gripping my length harder than she had ever before.
Leaning into my palms and trying to keep a moan to myself like we were about to be caught, my teeth grazed the sensitive area behind her ear, digging them into her tawny complexion. A soft fuck escaped from my mouth when I felt her tongue drawing hearts on my neck.
She was fierce and loved me with the same fierceness.
My throaty voice poured onto her skin when I told her, “Two days without you was long enough, Grace. Put me out of my misery.”
I had been waiting twenty-five years before I met my Juliet, my bird on a board. After a broken hand, her gunshot wound, a car wreck, a kidnapping, faking my own death accidently, and whatever fresh hell she's gone through in these past two days; we were now defying the odds together and not letting one last bad batch of poison keep us apart any longer.
I didn’t have to see her smile to know she was when she pulled down the band on my briefs letting my pulsing dick fall out between us. Still pressing my weight against the desk, I felt my tip smooth up her wet slit as my hand crept under her ass and pushed her even more off the desk than she already was.
She was teetering on the edge of the desk as I pushed my hips forward, feeling her hug every inch like I was meant to be inside her. Cupping her ass, I held her against me until I was buried so deep inside that I wanted Anarchy to ache w
henever we were apart.
Her moan came out in a long sigh when I finally stilled my hips as far as they would go as I lifted her up while climbing the desk. If she wanted to be my leading lady, she was going to need a stage and Anarchy was prepared to be just that.
I mean, this is my last performance and all, so we know how this works here…
Sitting on the desk I laid back, holding her so close, making sure to keep our hips kissing as she settled onto my lap with her lips never leaving mine through the movements.
We had two days of space and it made her needy as fuck… it looked as good on her as being myself did on me.
Moans and gasps started pouring out of her in pleading tones even though I left her in charge on top. Pushing up the satin so I could grasp onto her hips, skin to skin, she started rolling them on top of mine painfully slow.
Too slow.
“Faster, baby,” I tried to keep my eyes open, but I was biting down every urge to take over when she started to sway her hips quicker on my length like she was dancing to her favorite song.
Reaching up, I pushed the thin straps of her satin dress down exposing her chest. Teasing the tight buds, I let her control me the same way she controls my heart.
Sitting up, I wasn’t able to take the edging with Grace anymore. Holding her flush against my chest, her arms wrapped around my neck as she started riding me harder and even faster, pushing me closer to the edge with her louder moans.
Smirking through a moan, she looked over my shoulder reaching for the water bottle Dove was struggling for, as it sat on the edge of the desk like his own personal lifeline. “No, no, there’s no escape from this. Everything you’ve put me through… tenfold. You’re not dying until you get to see me come…”
Stuff of motherfucking champions.
It took everything in me to not come right then.
“Oh, you are such a bad girl… so fucking hot.” Grabbing her ass, I spanked her lightly before lifting her up and turning her over, watching her writhe for more against the hard desk as I pulled away enough to drop her down carefully. “No more teasing tonight,” the words sounded like demands, that’s how strong she makes me feel.
Holding her ankles, I bit down on her sensitive skin and watched her cross them seductively, smiling up at me like she knew exactly what I wanted- her legs over my shoulder, the most perfect position ever created, and even better with Grace an unbearably tight vice made for me.
My fingers dug into her hips trying to leave marks of pleasure to outweigh the battle scars she was sporting when she gasped at the depth I took in one thrust. She was so tight I felt like I was permanently marking her with my dick as mine.
Hard and painfully short thrusts were keeping us as close as possible, not ever really evacuating before I sunk into her repeatedly. Only digging myself deeper inside of her each time her moans filled the room.
I watched her eyes flutter closed and her grip on me only get more desperate as my pace picked up. She was coming undone at the same time the light in his eyes was disappearing, exactly how she wanted.
“Khaos… I can’t hold back anymore,” her voice was shaky and as soaked as she was around me.
“Don’t ever hold back. Come baby,” my arms wrapped around her legs and I felt the vice only get tighter when her back arched and she grabbed onto the desk, screaming my name as she came.
Holding back was for everyone but Romeo and Juliet.
Jerking against her orgasm, I felt everything I had spill out inside of her when my sloppy grip on her legs let them fall to the side. Dropping my lips to the outside of her thigh I laid kisses all the way up her body until I met her lips, praising her the way she deserved but still wasn’t completely comfortable with.
Finally pulling away from our kiss only to tuck myself back inside my pants that I just had to pull up from my ankles, I felt completely exhilarated and drained all at once.
Grace was still lying flat against the desk with the strap of her dress hanging halfway down her arm leaving her perky tight nipples showing.
Dipping down to pick up my suit jacket from where it was discarded, we both shot up hearing a siren in the distance. I didn’t expect the LAPD to make an appearance, but they only let informants go dark for so long before barreling in. Taking her hand, I watched her attempt to pull down her dress where the slit was ripped all the way up to her hip now, leaving my name even more obvious.
If I didn’t need to recover from just emptying myself inside her I would be ready to go again.
We needed to leave. Could we have left the same way I came in? Yes. But was it as much fun? No. All my names didn’t spell Khaos for no reason.
Standing on the balcony over the pool I looked down over the edge calculating my chaos the way I never would have before, but this time I was pulling precious cargo down with me. “You can do this… you trust me, right?”
“Khaos, I can’t. I did it once, that doesn’t mean I can again.”
Squeezing her hand, I stood up on the chair waiting for her to step up the same way on the chair next to me. “You can fly, I promise.”
She took a big step up, standing on the rail for only a moment before jumping with me, enough to bridge the gap and not overshoot the pool.
Breathing in the feeling, I felt weightless as I rode the air until we submerged into the warm pool, opening my eyes while I was still under the water to find Grace beside me.
She trusted me, blindly, and facing her fears proved it even though I already knew.
Swimming towards her I could read the panic on her face as she gasped for air to fill her lungs, “What are you doing, Khaos? We have to go.”
I couldn’t even keep a straight face, “You’re Clave now baby. Untouchable. At least now we know you trust me...”
Splashing water at me, I looked at my Birdy soaking wet, always told she was a flightless bird but look at us flying.
Started at the bottom and now we here.
Wrapping my arms tightly around her body in the wet satin dress now four shades darker, her hands held onto my shoulders like she couldn’t swim. Right before I kissed her, I whispered against her lips, “Look at us saving each other this time.”
Looking at her features up close, everything looked wet, but her tears rolled down her already slick face with so much ease it was hard to miss how beautiful she is when she cries.
GRACE
The satin looked stained another color, darker and deeper like what just happened physically stained me, when Khaos offered a hand standing by the pool.
Pushing my palms to the tiles, I started lifting myself up when I felt him basically yank me up with no strain. We heard a cough slice through the thick air full of all the ways we turned the world upside down just to be together.
Even with the world at our backs.
Even with the universe telling us to settle.
Even with our brainwashed minds keeping us loyal to the wrong people.
“What are you doing here?” All of Rodriguez’s attention was on Khaos and I didn’t even know that they knew each other but his resentful tone seemed to say it all.
Khaos shrugged off his suit jacket, putting every muscle and random tattoo on display when he wrapped the wet material around my shoulders like it protected me from getting cold even though I felt more hot blooded than ever.
I felt alive.
I felt free.
No amount of cold water was going to take that away from me... us. Not in comparison to whatever we had already been through and came out the other end.
Khaos smirked before he put his hand on his shoulder, “He’s dead, you can take credit for it. When you get the promotion just send me a bottle of dom.”
His arm cascaded around my shoulders, keeping me close, pinned to his side. We’d already spent enough time apart and now we’d be joined at the hip in the kind of way that people will judge.
People judging can really go fuck themselves.
Rodriguez’s attention suddenly pinned me
to Khaos more, his eyes went wide, and the anger erupted all over his face, “That wasn’t our deal, Grace. I needed him alive. Where’s the necklace?”
Khaos put his hand out, making a barrier between us for Rodriguez to abide by when we were the criminals, the rogue ones, the two sending the world around us to hell in a handbasket just to get more time together. “Chill out. We can spin this, just give me a minute to think…” I bit my lip down and thought the same way Dove taught me to keep me out of trouble. “Self-defense. You already have me and the recording, so we just need proof of that now.”
His hands were firmly on his hips after he finally holstered his gun but didn’t secure it in. “It could work. Show me the body.”
Following Rodriguez into the house through the patio door, he said over his shoulder, “We don’t have much time. Backup will be here soon.”
Stopping me dead in my tracks, I felt Khaos’s hands on my hips pulling me back into his chest and his lips press against my temple before guiding me forward inside. The only time we came unglued was climbing the stairs and we still found a way to be touching when our hands grazed each other, fingers lacing, and our smiles too permanent now to ever wash away.
We walked back into that office and were met with a very dead Dove Toledano behind the desk with a white residue in the corner of his mouth. His lips were dry and pale like it was the first part of him to die, his mouth.
Without warning, Rodriguez emptied his round into Dove and the constant firing made my stomach turn thinking of Hamilton dying for no reason. Khaos was alive and that meant Hamilton had honored my heart over Dove’s threats.
Turning to face us, he had that crazy glimmer in his eye that I had noticed when I met Rodriguez. The kind of crazy that recognized something in us. The same kind of crazy that broke the rules and gave the world the middle finger instead of getting crushed by all the bullshit.