by Erin Trejo
“He ain’t comin’ back, but I’m here.”
Her eyes fill with tears. She knew it was coming. But here’s the thing - I don’t do tears. I don’t do emotions. Too messy…too much.
I turn to head back out when she says, “Wait. Please. It’s just been a really long time.” I lower my hand from the knob and turn to face her. “You’re in the club with my brother, right?” she asks. I nod once. “You wouldn’t say anything to him, would you?” A small smile pulls across my face.
“That’s not how I work, sweetheart. I don’t play and tell.” She gives me a soft smile before pulling her shirt over her head. I watch her take her clothes off, tossing them to the floor. Once she’s naked I stalk toward her. I lean down and kiss her roughly, my dick struggling to keep control.
I break the kiss and push her back onto the bed knowing I don’t have much time with her before Bic comes back.
I drop down and grab her thong off the floor, twirling it around my finger. “Hands above your head,” I tell her. Her breathing becomes labored. She raises her hands above her head when I climb up on top of her.
I look down at her before pressing my lips to hers. Her eyes close, which is what I wanted. I bring the thong up and instead of tying her wrists I wrap it around her throat. I pull away from her lips when her eyes snap open. I look down into her eyes, her lips part. I pull the thong tighter cutting off her air supply. My dick jerks against her as her hands come down. She claws at me when I hear the bang. Dan’s dead.
I look over my shoulder when I hear the sound, but now that her fighting has slowed, I bring my eyes back to hers. There it goes.
The life.
The light.
It begins to leave her and soak into my pores. Just before she’s gone, I stop. I have no reason to kill her. She isn’t like the rest of them. She was an easy fuck and that’s it. She gasps, pulling air into her lungs as I hold a finger to my lips. She understands me. I climb off the bed and head out the door. It was just in time to see Bic walking back toward me.
“You done?” I ask, checking my phone.
“Yeah, let me tell her bye,” he says.
Panic inserts itself into my chest. I’ve never felt that before but I do now. He can’t go in there and find her the way I left her. I will have to handle him ahead of time.
“No,” I growl. “We need to go. You can call her later. Demon sent a text saying he needs us, but I need to stop and grab some shit from the house. Leave your bike,” I say in a hurry as I move toward the truck.
With a huff, Bic follows.
Fucking idiot.
Chapter 8
My heart slams in my chest. This is the first time that I’ve ever had a man in my basement. I don’t know how I feel about it either. Typically, my dick gets hard thinking about the woman that I will bleed dry and fuck, but that’s not the case this time.
“Just through here,” I tell Bic as I usher him through the basement door. He walks in ahead of me when I grab the brick that lies on the floor at my feet. I know I could take him, but that would take all the fun out of the torture.
I slam the brick into the back of his head and watch him fall the floor. I know a man his size won’t stay down long. I move quickly. I strip him of all his clothes, finding myself intrigued by his body. I attach the chains to his wrists and hoist him into the air. The metal beams that line the basement ceiling are proving to be useful now that I have a man down here. I drop to my knees and attach his ankles to the chains that are hooked to the floor.
Once I’m satisfied that he isn’t going anywhere, I take a step back and admire him. He’s toned, that I already knew. I mean, fuck, we did work out together.
His stomach is ripped, showcasing his six-pack abs. His tattoos run the length of his stomach with one going further down his thigh. I lick my lips wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I’ve never been into men, but I find myself drawn to his body like a fucking magnet.
I walk toward the dresser and pull my knives free as I let the thought of him hung there bleeding roam aimlessly around my head. A chill races down my spine. Maybe it’s from finally having this asshole here. I situate them on the small table near the bed when I hear him groan.
“What the fuck are you doin’?” he growls, sounding a little like he’s in pain.
“You know, that’s always the question I get.” I answer as I pull my shirt over my head. I don’t usually make people bleed unless I’m naked. Don’t ask me why, it’s just one of the fucked-up things I do.
Bic watches me as I strip. “What the fuck is this shit, Drake!” he shouts louder. He pulls at his wrist restraints but he isn’t going anywhere.
“You know what I like, Bic. You said you saw me. How much did you see?” I ask when I’m completely naked. I pick up the smaller knife. It may only be a few inches long but it will cut through a piece of bone with no problem.
I walk toward him as he eyes me.
“What the fuck, brother? You kill. I know that. You do it all the time for the club.” I nod once.
“But I also do it for pleasure. You don’t understand the mind of a killer, Bic. You don’t know what kind of things run wild in here.” I point to my head with the tip of the knife.
“We can help you, Drake. Whatever the fuck it is!” I can’t believe he is trying to rationalize with me but there’s no point. I grin. No one can help me. No one.
“No. You can’t, and if they guys ever knew what I do, they would be sick. They would look at me like the sick fuck that I am!”
I walk behind him and place my hand on his shoulder. The heat of his skin surprises me.
“Don’t do this shit, Drake,” he begs softly. He’s trying to play on my emotions. The problem is I don’t have any. None. There is nothing there. Nothing left.
“You feel just as soft as they did,” I say running my hands over his back. I feel all the defined muscles and my dick begins to stir.
“What the hell, Drake!” Bic roars. I smile because he doesn’t understand. Not yet.
“I could gag you. Would you like that?” I ask, pressing the tip of the knife to his shoulder blade. I pull it slowly and gently, barely making a scratch but just enough that the blood rushes to the surface.
“Drake! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” he roars. I chuckle before I walk back to the dresser.
“Death is easy. It’s calmin’ yet erotic when taken the right way. We all have to accept that we will die at some point. It doesn’t matter how we get there, just that we will,” I tell him grabbing the gag. I walk back toward him as a new look takes hold of him. Is that the fear? Is that the panic I felt when I thought he’d ruin my plans for him and find what I did to his sister?
“I have family, Drake. My sister needs me.” He tries to plead with me again. Not a chance in hell.
“She’s dead. I killed her,” I say with a sigh like it’s no big deal. Frankly, to me, it’s not, but I didn’t kill her. I left her laying there, though I do like seeing the look of pain in his eyes, which is exactly what I was going for.
I shove the gag into his mouth before he has the chance to scream. He tries, God does he try. I walk back behind him and run my tongue over the cut that I made. It’s already starting to clot which is fine with me. That was the first of many.
“You know I’ve never looked at man like you before. I always wondered what women thought was so fuckin’ hot about us. Now I see it.” I step around him, standing in his face. He looks sick but I bet if I touched him, he’d respond.
“Did you ever wonder what it’d feel like to die?” I ask him. Bic shakes his head rapidly.
I shove the knife into his shoulder as he screams around the gag. My dick stands at attention, his eyes falling to it.
“You like it?” I ask. He jerks his eyes back to mine. There’s a fire in them. He’s angry!
I look at the blood as it slides down his chest. I lean in closely as he tries to fight. He isn’t going anywhere. I slide my tongue through it, dragging it across his che
st. He screams around the gag and bucks, trying to get free. I like it.
“You see? This. The blood. The fear in your eyes. I fuckin’ love it, Bic. I didn’t think I’d like it with a man, but fuck! You are changin’ my game, brother.” His eyes widen before I plunge the knife into his chest over and over.
Blood sprays as he screams. It’s like music to my sick fucking ears. I watch the blood as it rushes down his body. That’s when a new idea hits me. I reach down and grab his dick in my hand. It’s big. Not bigger than mine, but I’m pretty fucking hung.
“You ever wonder what it would feel like to come as you die?” I ask Bic. His eyes dance with fear. I love it. My dick twitches.
I pump his dick with his own blood coating my hand. I watch it get hard in my grasp. I increase the pressure and massage it like I’d do my own. Bic tries to jerk away but with all the blood he’s losing, he doesn’t have the energy.
“You’re dyin’, Bic.” I stroke him faster. The silkiness of his dick coupled with the blood is turning me the fuck on. I reach down and grab my own dick with my free hand and stroke them at the same tempo.
“Jesus Christ,” I grumble as I watch the blood pour from his body.
He body goes limp, dangling by only his wrists as I jerk us both off.
“You feel it?” I ask watching his eyes. His life is slowly fading. Slowly slipping away but I won’t let him go, not until he’s done.
I jerk us both harder when I feel my balls tighten. I fucking come harder than I ever have with any female. I look down when I feel the warmth and grin when I realize Bic came too. I release his dick and run my hands over his chest once more, his vacant eyes staring into space.
“I’m wonderin’ now if I don’t want a few more guys before I get my Evie.” I walk behind Bic’s body and slap his ass like I would a woman.
Maybe I’ve been playing with the wrong sex all this time. No, this was a distraction. One that I desperately needed. I needed my mind off Evie. I needed something else to haunt my goddamn dreams and remove the picture of Tara’s face from my mind when I need to focus on Evie.
Chapter 9
The days have drug by. I want Evie. It’s an obsession. What happened to Tara will never leave my mind but I can fix that. In my head, I can and Evie is the way to do it. She reminds me of her. Maybe I can rewrite history with Evie. Maybe she can become for me what Tara once was. There will be a day when I’m with Tara again, I just need it to play out the way it does in my mind. But it’s becoming too much. I try to keep busy with the club, but there is nothing here for me anymore. The guys never figured out what happened to Bic, and since no one knew where his sister lived, they haven’t been able to check there. It almost makes me sad that I wasted such a good dick on an acid bath in the basement. His life filtered out a little too quickly, but the feeling that it gave me was exhilarating.
“You okay?” Demon asks. I glance over and nod.
“I need a favor.” He shifts in his seat and looks at me.
“Anything you need, brother. What’s goin’ on?” He watches me intently wondering what the fuck is running through my head. If only he knew.
“I need a few days off. I need to handle some personal shit.” I won’t go into detail. I sure as hell won’t tell him that I’m about to go kidnap the wife of a rival club president.
“You got it, brother. With all the other shit under control, we got this.” He slaps a hand on my shoulder before he asks again, “You okay, though?”
“Yeah. I just have some personal shit I wanna get handled before the next shipment comes in.” Liar. Fucking liar.
I grab my beer off the bar before checking the time. If I’m going to plan this out right I need to get my ass moving.
“You got it, brother. Let me know if you need me.” I watch him get up and leave.
As he walks down the hallway, I take one last look around the clubhouse. I don’t know where my road is going to take me once I have Evie. I won’t drag shit back to the club, that’s just not my style. I may not have emotions like normal people do, but I will be damned if I let a good man like Demon get taken down for my actions. I swallow the last of my beer before shoving off the stool. As I head out to my truck, I make a stop at my bike and run my fingers over the handlebars.
“Always had a good fuckin’ ride,” I grumble. It’s true. My run with this club has been amazing. The all-consuming need for the things I want, for the things I crave, is overwhelming me and it’s taking away the thrill of being in the club; it’s just not enough for me anymore.
I climb in the truck and head into town. Instead of parking in my usual spot, I park right in front of the fucking salon. Grabbing the ski mask, I pull it over my face before climbing out. I know she’s in there. It’s Tuesday. I walk in with my gun drawn.
“Make a sound and you all die!” My eyes quickly scan the room falling on hers. She looks afraid and confused by what’s happening.
“You. Get up,” I growl, nodding my head at her. She does as she’s told, standing from her chair.
“Walk over here.” Evie walks toward me, her hair swaying as she moves. Fuck!
“Any of you scream when I walk out this door, I will come back and shoot you all.” No one makes a sound as I grab Evie’s arm. She looks over her shoulder as I drag her out of the salon.
“Take that fuckin’ cut off.” She quickly removes it, holding it out to me. I grab it, tossing it to the ground. I push Evie into the truck, and keep one hand holding the gun aimed at her as I get us the fuck out of here as quickly as possible.
I make it to the house in record time. The idea of having Evie is killing me. She’s here. She’s within reach and I want her so fucking badly I can taste it.
“Get out,” I tell her after pulling into the garage. Evie is smart. She does what she’s told.
I walk around the truck and grab her shoulder, leading her into the basement. My heart is slamming into my ribs. I lock the door before I slide the gun into the back of my jeans. I pull the mask off my face and watch as Evie takes me in.
“Who are you?” she asks keeping her voice level. It stirs something in me to see her being so calm.
“I’m Drake. You don’t know me,” I tell her. “Take all your clothes off.” I walk over and pull my sweatshirt off, tossing it onto the dresser. I hear her fumbling with the lock but she won’t get it open.
“You can try all night or you can follow my fuckin’ rules. That door won’t open for you.” I glance over my shoulder and see her gazing at me.
“What do you want from me?” she asks.
I turn to face her. What do I want from her? What don’t I want from her?
I want it all. Her blood. Her sweat. Her tears. Her pussy. I. Want. It. All.
“Take your fuckin’ clothes off. If I do it, I tend to get a little rough.” I cross my arms over my chest as I watch her. She slowly reaches up and pulls her shirt over her head. Her skin is just as perfect as I knew it would be, so soft and silky looking.
I groan watching her jeans slide down her legs. Those long fucking legs. I want them wrapped around me. I want to be between them. Evie stands there in nothing but her bra and a thong. The thong bringing thoughts of Bic’s sister to mind. I don’t want to choke Evie though. Strangulation is only necessary when you’re in a hurry.
“You are perfect. I always knew you would be.” I walk toward her slowly, her eyes following me. She’s nervous.
“You watched me?” I nod as I make my way closer to her.
“You’ve always intrigued me, Evie. The first time I saw you with your man. I wanted you.” Her eyes, they are so much like Tara’s, but I don’t need to tell her that. I always thought that this might be what Tara would have looked like had she lived long enough to grow up.
Her eyes fall at the mention of him. I don’t care. He’s nothing to me and he will never be anything to her after today.
“You will enjoy your time with me, Evie. I promise. When it’s all over, the only thing you will feel is ecst
asy.” Her head jerks up, her eyes locking with mine.
“What are you going to do to me?”
I’m so tired of that question. It’s the same one they all ask. Who cares what the fuck is going to happen.
“I’m gonna take you to places you’ve never been before.”
Chapter 10
I watch her as she lies on the bed in the basement. Her long hair fanned out around her. She looks gorgeous.
“Why don’t you just kill me?” she asks, turning her head to face me. I kick my feet up on the other chair, a joint hanging from my lips.
“I don’t know. I’ve been askin’ myself the same thing for weeks.” It’s the truth. I have no idea why she isn’t dead yet. She should be. I should have killed her and watched her die. The plan was always to kill her and myself. Now that I look at her like this, I don’t know that’s what I want anymore. There’s something about her. Too much about her that I want to keep. I’ve had her here for weeks. I’ve fucked her, fed her, let her bathe. My head is a complete fucked-up hell hole.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I was gonna kill you and me both. I was gonna end this obsession that I have with you, but now I don’t know that I want to,” I admit to her. She looks from me to the joint before licking her lips. Does she want some? She wants to smoke with me? I raise it in the air in her direction and she nods. Climbing from my chair I stroll over and lean down, placing the joint between her lips. I watch Evie inhale before blowing smoke through her nose. She coughs and looks up at me strangely.
“Shit’s laced, sweetheart.”
“With?”
“Does it matter?” I watch her eyes, the way they dart between mine. There’s something so fucking sexy about her like this. Something more, deeper.
“Can I have more?”
Nodding my head, I place it between her lips once more. She inhales and exhales slowly this time. I sit on the edge of the bed next to her, the joint now back between my lips. Reaching back, I slowly drag my fingers up her naked thigh. She shudders, which causes me to bring my gaze back to hers.