Renegade (Ruthless Tendencies Book 2)

by D. M. Burns

  “Ren that feels so damn good.”

  Her little body is squirming undermine and damn, just damn. The way she’s grinding her pussy into my cock has the potential to produce a very quick ending if I’m not careful. Shit. Standing up on my knees, I reach down and remove her thong from her smooth sexy legs.

  “Spread for me, baby.” I rasp out.

  When she does my caveman beats on the inside of my chest with pure delight. It’s the sight of a perfectly manicured pussy staring back at me. It’s beautiful. It looks just like a ripe peach. Not sure if you truly understand but nine times out of ten, pussy is ugly to look at. I’m stating simple facts here. Ask any guy. But not Asia, she’s beautiful, all of her.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous Asia. Every last inch of you. And after tonight, you know your mine, right?” My voice brooks no room for argument. “Fuck all that. You were mine before we enter that door over there, but after this, it’s solidified.”

  “I want you, Renegade. All of you.” She nods her head.

  “Then say it.” I rasp out.

  I’m not like my brothers or Rage. Where the random hookups are good for Ramp’s swagger or Reb’s half blitzed ass fucking multiple broads at the same time and Rage simply hate fucks faceless bitches hoping to forget Reese. I want something with substance, worth. I want Asia for myself, forever.

  She knows what I want to hear. All that shit she’s spewed about no relationship ties for months must be addressed, now. Because when it comes to her, I want it all. None of that part-time bullshit or half-ass effort. All or nothing. Confirmation is needed. Calm my soul baby. Those brown sugar eyes tell no lies. She wants me. All I want her to do is admit it.

  “I’m yours, Ryice. Only you.” She says. Fucking right baby.

  Grabbing the condom, I roll it on and dig myself a spot between her legs. She wraps her arms around my neck tugging me down to her. Our mouths seek each other out as I slick my dick through her seam then slide into her snug pussy. Her moan fills my lungs as I invade every inch of her. I swallow her welcomed cries.

  “Fuck baby.” I grit through clenched teeth and steady myself when I’m rooted to the hilt. She feels like pure heaven, my new place of worship. Those legs lock behind my back squeezing me into her. “This is mine. You are mine.”

  “Jesus. Renegade that feels so damn good.” She kisses a path along the inside of my neck. “Oh, God.”

  My hips move on their own, instinct. Slowly in and out, savoring the intense simmering feel of her. Her low groans are encouraging the growl out of me as I pump deep inside of her with a rhythm that we’re both into. Her hips are matching me in technique. She’s fucking my dick as much as I’m fucking her. Give and take. My speed picks up. I know this is about to hit a climax as the tingles at the base of my back start to explode.

  “Your pussy is skin-tight around my dick. Jesus baby.” Going up on my forearms, I grab her hands and interlace our fingers together raising her arms above her head. My fuck game goes into overdrive. All you can hear are my grunts bouncing off the walls along with her sighs of satisfaction. Damn right…

  “I’m so close Ren… Oh, God.” When her pussy clenches around my dick like a vice, I slam forward balls deep hitting her inner wall and cum right along with her. Shit, I couldn’t hold back. I’ve been out of the fuck game since she came along, and my hand has been my bedroom friend for months now.

  “Holy fuck.” I slowly pump in and out with long strokes. I let her hands go bringing my body flush to hers. I wrap her in my arms while burying my face into the side of her neck. Dear Jesus. This girl’s my everything.

  “I love you, brown sugar eyes,” I growl into her hair and she giggles lightly.

  “Really?” She whispers. Is this girl kidding me right now?

  “Fuck yeah. Don’t act like you don’t know it.” I kiss the inside of her neck.

  “I love you too, Ryice.” Damn, that sounded fucking sexy.

  “You love me enough to marry me one day?” Not sure where that question came from. I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t thought about it, us. Why the fuck not? It’s exactly how I feel. One day, down the road, this girl will be my wife. Post orgasmic bliss should produce an interesting response out of her.

  “Yeah. One day.” It’s a breathless reply. One that I felt in the center of my fucking heart.

  “Good, cause it’ll happen baby. What I feel for you runs deep for me Asia.”

  When my phone starts to ring across the room my brows furrow. Must be my brothers or Rage. Fuck that phone. This is our beginning. Her and I. The needy asshole that I am when it comes to her gives no shits for that phone or the person on the other end right now. I just want five more minutes with her before we have to walk out of this damn room.

  chapter 8 - asia

  “Mr. Frazier I clearly don’t understand. I put the deposit down already, I signed the contract last month for this space, and everything was a go. I’ve been painting every day and working on repairs for over a month. The contract was for a year and you cashed my check weeks ago.”

  “Miss. Grace, we had a buyer come in and purchase the entire building. It was outlined in the contract that this could be a possibility. There’s nothing I can do. I’ve already refunded your money back to your account electronically. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll make some calls and see if any of my business contacts have a comparable property available for rent.”

  Following at a fast pace behind the balding, middle-aged potbellied man in a frantic attempt to get answers. My mind is turning the wheel like a hamster on a meth high. Mr. Frazier reminds me of Alfred Hitchcock on a race to cut out of here from the evil that’s about to appear from one of his reruns. I’m seconds away from showing him a new episode of the twisted Twilight Zone that lives within me.

  “Sir can you please just tell me who bought the place. Please…” My voice is pleading.

  I stop in front of the shopping center that was going to be the future home of Grace Jujitsu. I’ve been here since five this morning working. I’m exhausted, sweaty and covered in random paint spots. Mix that with complete heartbreak over this space being ripped out from under me and I’m ready to go to war. I refuse to let the tears fall. No damn way. The man stops abruptly, and I see his shoulders deflate like he’s relenting. He looks back at me with sympathetic eyes. He knows this was a shitty low blow landed, effective fuckery.

  “Mam, the buyers not interested in renting the space for whatever reason. I asked about your contract and he was adamant I terminate all contracts. He has plans for the entire space.”

  “Maybe I can speak to them. Please, Mr. Frazier. It’s worth a shot.” I throw my hands up in defeat.

  “It was Renegade Carter.” Then he turns and continues to his car.

  “That son-of-a-bitch.” I spit those words out through gritted teeth.

  No fucking way. Blowjob Bob keeps throwing the punches. Guess the star penis performance wasn’t enough to quench his thirst for asshole fuckery. Wielding my ass around, I stomp back into the building. Grabbing up my keys and purse in haste. I contemplate the many different scenarios of how I’m going to kill Ryice Coleman Carter.

  The front door of Club Chaos was locked which makes sense because it’s nine in the damn morning on a Wednesday. This place usually doesn’t pop off with activity until the weekend or when heavy hitters have a scheduled bout throughout the week. These fights require a lot of press and publication before the power punches are underway unless it’s Rage in the Cage. Everyone shows up without solicitation for his fatal fun show.

  Walking my ass in from the side door is no problem until brooding Bob steps up. I have a seen on-sight hypothetical hunch that this asshole loves the steroid end of a syringe. He approaches holding his hands up at me. He’s willing me to stop. I’ll play along for maybe two minutes before I unleash the bitch in me that I’ve worked so hard to tame. Now’s not the time to fuck with me.

  “You can’t be here. Club Chaos is closed.” His bee
fy ass rasps out.

  “Listen, Big John, Renegade’s expecting me. So, if you don’t mind.” I go to walk around the Chaos border patrol when he locks his burly paw around my arm. I let my eyes flick down to where his grips connected. My inside sinister smile breaks out with equal amounts of satisfaction and deliverance.

  “By the way, my name’s Hoss… And the bosses tell us when visitors are coming. I know nothing about you little one.” He chuckles while licking his lips. This asshole thinks the little lady has left the confines of the kitchen and somehow got lost up in here. Poor bastard.

  “Hoss, you might wanna remove your hand. That’s your warning.” I’m already pissed off. He’s making life choices that are sure to get him hurt on a long-term scale. This guy needs to unlatch his hand off me before I turn his smile into one of pain. He drops his head back and laughs out loud providing me the distraction I need. My fucks have left the building in hast.

  Using his beef hook as leverage on my arm I crawl the side hallway wall in two steps and swing myself upon his shoulders wrapping my legs around his neck. I squeeze with unforgiving strength. I lean back as his arms start to flail around aimlessly trying to pry my spider-monkey abilities off him. Two minutes and Hoss will be sleeping peacefully. I can wait.

  “You were warned, Hoss. Time to go to sleep asshole.” I squeeze tighter and good old Hoss’s ass hits the floor as he starts to wind down. Patting the side of his face gets no response, and I know he’s sawing the Z’s. Chokehold abilities are good. √

  I unlatch my legs from around the tower of muscle and trek my way through the semi-dark hallway. Smirking to myself that old Hoss just got schooled in the real-life Chaos that is me. At the very end of the corridor, I see the silhouette outline of a man leaned against the wall in a leisurely fashion. I know it’s him. I can feel him. I can smell him.

  Stopping dead in my tracks, I cross my arms over my heaving chest. That expensive fragrance of sweet mixed with spice cologne drifts over my senses giving my southside girl a high five. Shit.

  “You’ve still got it, baby.” His voice is low and raspy. Ren makes no move to come closer. Distance is the key to survival right now.

  “When did you turn into an evil son-of-a-bitch, Ren?” My breathing has intensified, and the tears burn at the back of my eyes. “Why? That’s all I want to know. Why?” My voice cracks. I guess my will for angry aggression was bled out into putting Hoss down, literally.

  I’m desperate to get on with life. I’ve stayed away. I’ve left him alone since last month’s abrupt peepshow into the life of Renegade wax jobs, I vanished. I’ve even distanced myself from Reese to allow him the space he needs for their Chaos family dynamic. What else does he want from me?

  “Funny Asia. It would seem that we’re both after the same damn thing, huh? Answers. Except I’ve been searching for mine a little over five years. Why? It’s such a simple question. Simple little truths. Simple little wants. Simply fucking hard to nail down too.” He slowly moves my way. Dressed in his high-dollar attire with a mollified air about himself. I want to slap his smug ass face again. My fingers tingle for it. “And that evil son-of-a-bitch you speak of was your doings. Don’t you just love the aftermath of my fuckery without the touching involved?”

  “I owe you nothing Ryice. No explanations. No reasoning. No answers. Fuck off.” I hiss.

  Turning around, I go to leave and start to climb over the huge obstacle course that is Hoss’s boulder of a body. Fuck all these games that Renegade wants to play. I’m done here. I can find another place to rent.

  When I feel two sturdy and capable hands wrap around my stomach wrenching me back. I go into fight mode. Until I don’t. He’s much stronger than I remember but then again, he’s all man now, refined. Renegade has me pinned to the wall with no escape options. Not unless I want to physically harm him in a bad way. Something I’d never do, and he knows it.

  “You owe me the god damn truth.” His voice is full of fatal fumes and his face shakes with aggression. His body is plastered against mine and every glorious inch of his dick is pressing firmly into the fabric of my yoga attire covered girl. She’s happy to feel her very thick long-lost bedroom boyfriend again. Jesus, help me.

  Renegade captures my chin in his hand clasping it tightly. He grips my face firmly, demanding visual aim. Those mercury covered eyes squint and his jaw is locked tight. He tilts his head to the side. Probing over the property of my baby browns for any unspoken answers he can find. There won’t be any. Welcome to my open vault of secrets where you’ll seek but still walk away empty-handed Mr. Carter.

  Locking my body up, I ready myself for it. I know him. Those silver twinkles give away the silent shout out that’s trapped there. I see their impending intentions; they’re heard and seen. Sign language from behind the silver glass is proudly on display. Their message is clear, live broadcast. I know it’s coming. I’ve prepared for it. Releasing it will help him. I can take it. Now, it’s mind over matter grandpops, gotcha.

  “Renegade let me go.” I sneer and buck my body at the same time. He shakes his head slowly from side to side while grinding into me producing an ache I haven’t felt in years, five to be exact. Does he even know he’s doing that? Or is that out of pure instinct? My insubordinate body wants to mirror his movements. Damn this man.

  “You could easily make me Asia.” He tilts forward and murmurs that hot accusation across my lips. His peppermint flavor of the day makes my taste buds water. Those talented lips are so close, just a fraction away. His free hand slams on the wall beside my head and he leans in until those lips are brushing against the shell of my ear. “That slap was mere foreplay for you, huh? Try it again and I’ll show you what I consider punishment Renegade style.” Oh, God.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” I whimper.

  “Five years too late Miss. Grace.” He looks me straight in the face and grits his teeth together while growling each word with weighted venom, “You destroyed me along with something very close to my heart. I fucking hate you, lady.” Gun-shot style. I felt it.

  “I… Uhmmm, Jesus… I… I expected that Ren. Accept it.” I whisper. LIAR. I’m a damn liar. There’s no proper planning or training for this. I just thought I was equipped to hear it, no. That delivered death. Releasing it might have helped him, but it killed what was left in the core of my chest.

  Closing my eyes, I feel the burn working its way up from the back of my eyes. I gulp down the bile in the back of my throat. Ren’s grip on my jaw and body disappears, and he steps back. The warmth is immediately gone. My body feels like a liquid substance smeared across the walls of Club Chaos. I let my head loll to the side while I rub the center of my chest. I cast my eyes down to the floor. My mental stability is being tested right now. I’m close to breaking.

  Defeat.

  Effect hit.

  Ninja down.

  “I’ve left you alone Ren. I’ve become a ghost in your life again. Even in Reese’s in order to avoid you. I’m doing what you wanted. Opening that gym is my focus, my dream. It’s all I have left damnit.”

  He knows this is my dream and he deliberately took it from me. Ren is trying to even the score. I hurt him. But he’s killing me. On shaky legs, I stand tall and try to gather my senses. Embrace the inner and outer war-bitch that you are, Asia. You’re strong enough. Power through it. Fucking Lies…

  “Your decisions left you all alone, that’s on you.” He points his finger at me. “That strip mall is going to be the new training facility and workout center for Club Chaos fighters. I guess you’ll have to find another location. Try searching for one in LA. You’ll probably have better luck.” His cold dead voice fills the air around us.

  “I’m sorry you think I wronged you. Stop baiting me in Ren. Eventually, what you reel in is going to surprise you. I’m trying to move on with a peaceful life and I wish the same for you too.” I whisper.

  My chest deflates and I’m grasping. Club Chaos has a gym here twice the size of that strip mall. He did t
his to injure me. His actions are successful. My heart feels like it’s on the receiving end of a repeat boot kick, Renegade size eleven to be exact.

  “No worries Asia. I’m feeling better about things with each day that passes US by.” He chuckles right before turning and marching his way down the long corridor becoming smaller with each step.

  “Sometimes the answers you seek are better off left alone Ryice,” I mumble. His body stops and it looks like he’s about to make a U-turn, but he thinks better of it and disappears around the corner.

  When I hear groans, I swivel around to see the sleeping giant waking up. I had totally forgotten about poor old Hoss. I move for the side exit and step over the hefty asshole right before he sits up.

  “Sorry about that misunderstanding Hoss. But you should really learn to keep your hands to yourself. By the way, my name’s Asia. Try to lock that info away for future reference so we can avoid this shitshow next time.” I pat his bald head and take my bleeding heart right out the side door.

  CHAPTER 9 – RENEGADE

  Forging the god damn crown and coke, I tilt the Fireball bottle back and down the blazing brew. That blistering sensation coats my throat and insides like it’s been laced with a crushed-up Carolina Reaper Chili Pepper. That shit matches the angry hate racing through my soul, liquid demise.

  The smell of chlorine is in the air all around me as I study the calm wet waters floating peacefully in Reese’s kidney-shaped pool. I long for my insides to mirror that pool. Rage had a crew come in and build this indoor water paradise for her knowing she loves to swim.

  This place is fucking huge. It has over twenty tables, countless sunbathing loungers, and a damn sliding sunroof. Fucking insane. The man spent a crazy amount of money building this for her. He loves his wife that’s for sure. I find myself here when I want to hide out and escape.