by Sara Crest
I heard one of the men walk forward towards the door. “What are you covering the eyehole or something? I can’t see who you are, no face no sale.”
“I’m not blocking anything buddy, look closer.”
“I still don’t see shit” he yelled out.
When I pulled that trigger, shooting through the door’s peephole, I felt absolutely no remorse. For the first time in the decade and a half I had been a Freedom Rider I felt like I had actually done some good.
Barron kicked down the door, revealing the body of the man I just shot through the peephole. Barron took the two men on the right, one shot from each barrel. Saul finished off the guy sitting near John, leaving nothing but the man himself sitting dumbstruck on the bed.
He reached into the back of his pants and pulled out a pistol, I acted fast and put a bullet in his arm.
I've heard screams from men all my life, most of the time I was the cause of those screams, but this was the first time the man on the other end truly deserved it.
John fell off of the bed and onto the ground. He slowly got to his feet and held his arm in pain.
Emma walked in, looking at the short work we made of her stepfather’s men. She held onto my hand as I kept my gun aimed right at John, making sure he wouldn't make any sudden moves.
“Emma you don't have to see this, if you wait outside we'll be done in just a minute.”
I looked over at her to see tears of anger welling up in her eyes. She squeezed my hand hard and I squeezed back trying to comfort her. What do you even do in a situation like this? I've never done anything like it, I always just followed my instincts but here they were failing me.
“I'm not leaving” she said. “This man has given me a life of fear and pain. I won't be free until he's gone, and as much as I hate to say it I won’t believe he’s gone unless I see it myself...”
She looked around at the men we had killed. Staring at the dead bodies we had left behind. I didn't want her to see that, I wanted to hold onto the feeling that I what I was doing was good, that it was all for her. Having her look at it all was just taking that feeling away from me. I needed to end this and get her out of here.
“I've never wanted to hurt anyone” she said. “I've never wanted anyone to die, but you John, you have hurt me more than anyone I've ever known. I wish you could understand what you've done to your family, but I know you don't care.”
“Fuck you, fucking slut” he spat out. “I wish I could make you see how worthless you are, how badly you’ve fucked up my daughter, you deserve every bit of fucking pain I’ve ever caused you and so much more.”
I pulled the trigger twice, hitting him in the gut and chest. The sound of the two shell casings bouncing on the floor rang throughout the room, the smell of gunpowder blew from my gun into my nose. I wish I never had to smell that smell again, all the memories it brought up...
John slumped down but was still breathing, looking at Emma with hate in his eyes.
Part of me said I should relish in this moment, knowing that this was the first time I would ever kill a man truly deserving of death, knowing that this would be the first time I’d kill someone and feel virtually no real guilt… but I knew that if I held onto this moment that it would be a feeling I would become addicted to, a feeling that would make me question my morality.
“You might get rid of me Emma, but I’ll always be a part of you in one way or another” John said.
I ended it. One more, square in the chest and John breathed his last breath. Hey lay there with three red holes in his plain white t-shirt, all the product of the gun and bullets he once bought himself. Bastard like him deserves nothing more.
Emma squeezed my hand and I felt her shake.
“He's never going to hurt me again” she whispered under her breath. I looked down and saw the tears streaming down her face.
She fell to her knees and began sobbing. “He’s finally gone, all those years of torment and abuse and he’s finally gone.”
I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to handle this situation, but I knew that I hated to see her cry even if they were tears of relief. Fact of the matter is no woman should have to experience what Emma experienced throughout her life, and nobody should ever experience the ending that I gave to this chapter of her story.
I was about to console her, to lean down and wrap my arms around her weeping body, but Barron came up and whispered into my ear before I could.
“Sven I think I recognize that man… he might be the brother of the president of the Empire State Rollers MC. I'm not sure but we might have a problem here.”
I looked at Barron in his eyes, looking around at the dead bodies around us I fixated on one body that was lying face down. He was wearing an Empire State Rollers jacket, I could only assume everyone else in this room was a Roller as well.
“How do we know they’re all not just grunts? We can get away with killing grunts the Empire State will just chalk it up to them fucking up and getting offed by some addicts after their supply” I whispered back.
“If they’re grunts then by the time their MC notices they’re dead we’ll be long gone” Barron replied. “Hell they might just assume they abandoned the club. If that’s the president’s brother though then this just got personal. He’ll send god knows how many guys up here, he might even come himself. By the time we find out if that is his brother it’ll be too late to stop anything.”
I knew that if Barron was right then I should have felt like I made a big mistake, but as I heard Emma laying down and crying in sweet relief I knew deep down that nothing I could have done would have truly been wrong. Even if John was the brother of the president of the Empire State Rollers he deserved to die.
I leaned down and picked Emma up, swooping her off her feet with one arm underneath her back and one arm underneath her knees. I started carrying her out of the room and back down to my bike.
I looked down at her and she looked up at me in a way that no woman ever had before.
One way or another she was now a part of my world.
Chapter Seventeen
(Sven)
I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, something that had gotten far too common for me the past few years. The faces of the men I killed all in the name of the brotherhood would flash across my eyelids as I drifted off into sleep only to haunt me in my dreams.
I looked over to see Emma fast asleep. I had brought her back to my apartment for the night to make sure that she was alright and properly coping with the death of the man who had wronged her.
I thought about what Barron said to me, about how John could potentially be the brother of the Empire State Roller’s president. It was Barron’s job to know shit like this to make sure that we didn’t put the Freedom Riders in a bad situation. If he was right then I fucked us, I fucked all of us. The Empire State Rollers was a far bigger MC down in the greater New York City area, we might have just started a war, but why the hell were they here in New England? This is our turf.
In the moonlight that shone through my window I could see that Emma was in nothing but a t-shirt and her panties. It reminded me of the night before when she was patching me up in the bathroom.
I could clearly see her breasts through her shirt, heaving on her chest rhythmically from her deep breaths as she slept silently. I couldn’t believe that she was suddenly deep in my world, and if Barron was right about John then she was about to be a lot deeper.
I tried to push those thoughts out of my head, I needed some fun.
I ran my hands along her stomach to her hip, pulling her in closer. I kissed her as she slept, I felt her stir and slowly wake up beneath me, kissing me back while half asleep.
I ran my hands up her t-shirt, taking her tits into my hands as I kissed her deeply. I felt my cock become hard in my sweatpants, aching the feel her wrapped around me again. No other woman made me feel as good as her.
I inched her panties down her legs, grabbing a handful of her ass on
the way down. She ran her hands up my shirt, feeling my abs and pecs, tracing the scars I had with her fingers. Each one told a different story.
I pulled myself off of her and lifted my t-shirt up over my head before tossing it to the side onto the floor. I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it off of her, she was really starting to wake up now.
She looked deep in my eyes with lust, her breathing became heavier as we both looked at our naked bodies illuminated by the moonlight. I was going to make sure she’d never forget this.
I climbed back on top of her, feeling her naked body against mine as she ran her hands up and down my arms, grabbing and feeling my muscles as she pulled me closer to her.
I ran my hand down her stomach to her pussy, rubbing her already wet lips with my fingers before grabbing my cock and positioning the head right outside of her. I felt the warmth of her pussy against the head of my cock, rubbing it up and down and getting my tip nice and wet to slide into her.
I felt her body shiver underneath me, she squirmed as I kissed her again and again, trying to pull me into her with her legs. She wanted me and I was teasing her for it.
Finally I began to slowly slide myself into her, letting out a gasp and a moan as I felt her tight wet pussy begin wrapping itself around my cock.
She closed her eyes hard and moaned into my mouth. Every inch that I slid deeper and deeper inside of her caused her hips to shake in pleasure.
She dug her nails into my back as I pumped my cock into her tight wet pussy. She moved her hips in rhythm with me as I thrust into her.
We looked deep into each other’s eyes, savoring the pleasure we were giving each other.No girl I’ve ever been with got as wet as she did, her pussy wrapped around my cock and felt better than any woman I had ever had before, it felt so good that I never wanted to pull out.
She pulled me in with every thrust and moaned softly into my ear, if I was a weaker man I would have came deep inside of her in just a few thrusts.
But… even though she was the best I ever had I knew it could be better. As I looked deep into her eyes I couldn’t shake the feeling that John really was who we thought he was. I should have been enjoying the fact that I was deep inside the most drop dead gorgeous girl I had ever seen knowing that I just saved her from pain and possible death from her stepfather, but for every thrust that sent waves of pleasure throughout my body there was a thrust that reminded me of our reality. She didn’t know, but soon she would, and as I thrust deep into that tight pussy I knew that even that pleasure wouldn’t be able to drown out this sense of panic that I had deep down inside of me.
I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy myself, thrusting long and deep into her, feeling her squeeze her pussy around me, opening my eyes to see her gazing up at me with lust as she ran her hands all over my body.
I just wanted to enjoy her.
(Emma)
He rolled over and pulled me on top of him, sliding his massive cock right back into me as he grabbed my hips and began bouncing me up and down on his shaft.
I let out a loud moan, I had no idea where his parterns’ rooms were so I had no idea how loud I could be. I was enjoying this way too much to stay silent.
I put my hands on his muscular chest and dug my fingers in, he was more man that I could handle. I couldn’t believe that he risked his own life just to make sure that mine would be safe, that he put himself in danger and ended the man who had caused me and my family so much undeserved pain. Sven was the man I thought he was, even though he was a killer there was meaning behind every time he pulled the trigger in one way or another. He was the man who didn’t shy away from danger, who rode his chopper with purpose, who freed me from a deep fear I have had for years.
I was fucking a man who killed for a living, a man who would die for his motorcycle club, a man who I knew could protect me with any means necessary.
But as I looked down and gazed into his crystal blue eyes that shone in the moonlight I could tell that something was bothering him. With how hard his cock was deep inside of me and with every moan that he gave I knew he was enjoying everything that I was giving him, no what was bothering him was something far deeper.
I rode him as hard as I could, doing everything to try and make him forget what was on his mind. Trying to make him focus on just the pleasure we were giving each other. I felt his cock throb deep inside of me as I ground my hips against him.
He reached up and grabbed my tits, squeezing them in his hand and grunting as I felt him inch closer and closer to finishing inside of me.
God he was so fucking good, I wanted to make him feel as good as possible. The way he moved his hips underneath me, the way he squeezed my breasts before grabbing my hips and thrusting me down on his cock, how absolutely massive he was. What did I even do to deserve being in bed with a man like this, what did he see in me that he didn’t see in other girls.
I knew I wasn’t just some down low fuck for him, no man would do what he did if he didn’t truly want me.
He pulled me down and kissed me, my hair draped over his face as our lips locked together. He wrapped his arms around me to hold me in place as he began to thrust and buck his hips upward into me.
I could feel a heat growing deep inside my core and my chest just waiting to come out. I wanted to cum for him, I wanted to show him how good he was making me feel, I wanted to ride him as often as I could. I wanted to feel his thick muscular arms grabbing me as I let him have his way with me.
I could only hold off for so long, as we pressed our foreheads together and looked deep into each other’s eyes I could feel myself letting go. With one final thrust we pushed each other over the edge.
His grunts and my moans filled the room, I could feel his cock throbbing deep inside of me as he filled me up with his cum. I shook uncontrollably on his cock and dug my nails deep into his chest. He pulled my head into his shoulder and pushed me against his neck to muffle my loud moans. I rode his cock as hard as I could as I released myself all over him, feeling his load shoot inside of me as his grunts turned into soft moans in my ear. This was nothing more than pure carnal pleasure and I couldn’t get enough.
I fell onto him exhausted, our sweaty bodies lay heaving on his bed in the summer heat. I ran my fingers along his abs, kissing him from his chest to his neck as I felt him slowly pull his cock out of me. I had never been more exhausted in my life.
He moved out from underneath me, sitting on the side of the bed for a few seconds before standing up and walking to the bathroom without a word.
I rested my head on my crossed arms, laying down on my stomach and looking at the bathroom door. Something was bothering him, but was it my place to ask what it was? Was he filled with regret over what he did earlier for me? Did the lust fade away and make him not want me anymore?
The light in the bathroom turned off and he came back out, his nude body glistening in the moonlight as he began walking back towards the bed.
“I’m sorry I made you do what you did” I said. What else was I supposed to tell him? I knew John deserved to be dead and in the ground but to put that kind of weight on another man’s conscious isn’t something I should have asked from him. Even if he’s done it before.
He looked at me lying naked on his bed, in complete silence his eyes traced the curves of my body before our gaze met again.
“I’ve killed god knows how many men in my life, been doing it for more than 10 years. I can’t tell myself it’s for the greater good anymore, my club has resorted to peddling crystal on the streets of Boston just to increase our influence, for the past two years all I’ve done is kill to make sure we held onto our power. The power we’ve worked so hard to build up. It has never gotten any easier. Tonight… tonight was the first night I have ever killed a man and felt absolutely no remorse over. I can’t imagine the things he did to you, the torture you must have gone through waiting every day wondering when he was going to come for you. If I was a harsher man I would have let him bleed, but I never grew a stomach
for that kind of stuff. You don’t have to apologize for asking me to do what I did, if I had done nothing and he did what he was planning to do to you I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.”
“There’s just a lot on my mind” he said as he sat back down on the bed. “I wanted to ease you into my life, I never planned on you seeing what I did, knowing about it and seeing it are two beasts altogether.”
“That man was a terrible human being, I know it’s a terrible thing to say but seeing him go was the best way I could be introduced into your life. The things he did to me, the things he said he was going to do to me… you did what the police never had the guts to do and that was put him in his place.”
He turned and looked me in the eye with that gaze he always gave me, the one that sent chills down my spine and made it feel like it was impossible for me to look away.
“You sure about all of this? Are you sure you want to be involved with a man with blood on his hands? Who could be hauled away by the police at any moment?”
“Sven I can see that you’re far deeper than what you show on the outside, you said so yourself you hated killing all those men. Don’t let your actions define you…’
“That’s easy for you to say, you’ve never pulled the trigger on a man before. You’ve never felt what it’s like to take a life. Your stepfather won’t haunt me, but all of this does remind of the all the other men. It brings up things I’d rather not feel and raises new worries that I hoped I never would have to deal with in my time as a Freedom Rider.”
“I felt it tonight, to take a life I mean” I replied.
He was silent, seemingly unsure of what to say.
“I didn’t have to call you when he showed up, I didn’t have to tell you how severe the situation with John was, and I could have done something to stop you I’m sure of it. In my head I made you out to be this biker who could get things done, and I guess in the end that was true, but there was nothing that said I absolutely had to set you on John. The moment I did that I killed him, you might have pulled the trigger, but I have to take responsibility too.”