by K. T Fisher
Devlin shakes his head and lays down beside me. He lets his big hands caress my face and I look into his big, dark eyes.
“You will never disgust me Tash. I love you. I know what has happened to you, I know you’ve been through some shit but never hide it from me.” Kissing me, I become overwhelmed. “You hearing me Tasha? Never hide from me again.”
“Ok.” I cry into his arms I didn’t expect this.
When I’ve finally calmed down, Devlin gets back up and repositions himself in between my legs. He looks up at me again and then opens my thighs, looking down at the many scars Strike gifted me with. Without saying a thing, Devlin leans down and plants a single kiss on the top of my mound. That one single gesture means so much to me.
I try my best to not fall asleep, I have my eyes closed and my breathing is slow to make Devlin believe that I am sleeping. I know when he has fallen asleep so I quietly and carefully get out of bed then sneak out the bedroom. I still have on the shirt that I fell asleep in and I’ve pulled on my jeans that Devlin removed earlier but it’s not until I close the bedroom door behind me that I realise I haven’t got any shoes on.
I carry on and quietly make my way through the clubhouse. It’s quieter now, a few club whores are walking about and there’s a couple of club brothers still awake minding their own business. Good for me because I’m able to walk past with no question as to what I’m doing.
Devlin hasn’t told me but I know that Savage is being kept in the warehouse. It’s where they always keep their prisoners. I just have to sneak by the guard that will be stood in front of the door. I get to the garden and tip toe outside. I creep into the shadows, ignoring the twinges from my ribs, which oddly only spurs me on.
As I sneak towards the bottom of the grounds, I see the warehouse and Scrappy guarding the door. From my visit here last time when Demon was inside, I found an exit around the back when I had to make a quick escape. Seems I’m going to have to use it to get inside this time. I don’t want Scrappy stopping me or letting Devlin know what I’m up to.
I manage to get around the back unseen but I still have to be extra cautious and get inside. I spot the window sitting high on the wall, I look around for something to help me reach up. I don’t spot anything at all. With my ribs, I won’t be able to jump and reach but there is another door around the other side. It’s a little too close to Scrappy though, but if I carry on the way I’m going and hope that some fucker hasn’t locked it, I can get in. Otherwise, this has been for nothing and I’m going to have to try again tomorrow and bring something with me to help lift me to the window.
Taking a deep breath, I ignore the pain rippling through my ribs and make my way around the warehouse as quiet as possible. I round the corner and spot the door. Taking the handle in my grip, I turn it slowly and pray that the door is open and that it doesn’t make a noise. Scrappy is just around the next corner. I keep my eyes on the very bend that Scrappy will come running round if he hears me. Luckily for me, the door is open and it doesn’t make a single sound. It’s as if someone looking down on me wants me to go inside.
Thank you Marie, I think to myself as I shut the door behind me.
My eyes adjust to the darkness, the many tools and bike parts scattered all over the place. Large metal units separate sections, like little rooms and as I make my way around I’m careful not to touch anything. I think that they are probably keeping Savage where they kept Demon. So I head in that direction and smile when I spot him. He hasn’t seen me yet, so I take the opportunity to watch him. He sure doesn’t look like the large man who was standing over me now, no he looks weak and pathetic.
I lean on the metal pole, and enjoy the view.
“My, my, my.” I laugh as I watch him. “How things have changed.”
His head slowly lifts up and he glares at me. “Does your boyfriend know you’re here?”
“He gave me a free pass.” I lie, he doesn’t need to know I snuck in here.
Savage leans his head back on the chair, and it then that I realise what’s happened to him during his stay here. I knew they were torturing him but I had no idea what exactly. Now I see. Savage no longer has feet, in fact they have been cut from the knee and one of his hands have been removed. This strikes me of the work of Devlin and Grim, they’re the ones who are the most pissed with him, but I’ve heard rumours about Franky. Apparently he likes to removes fingers and then the whole hand, maybe the missing hand is Franky’s work?
It’s still so hard for me to see the men I count as family doing these horrid things to human beings. It doesn’t upset or sicken me, the men that they torture deserve everything that’s coming to them and this is why I’m here.
“I heard you’re leaving us soon.” I point out.
“Indeed,” He nods. “I doubt I will be breathing for long when Breaker gets his hands on me.”
“You expecting me to have sympathy for you?” I hold back the loudness in my voice as I ask, I don’t want Scrappy to end it so soon.
“Why else would you be here?” He laughs.
“You really want to know?” I step forward and I’m disgusted when he actually looks to me with what looks to be lust.
“Oh I’m dying to know.” He licks him lips.
I lean closer and ignore the bile rising in my throat when he looks to my breasts. I place a hand behind my back and reach into my jean pocket.
“Are you able to show me your cock?” I ask, looking to where his left hand is missing.
“No.” He replies, and I know that he’s lying.
“I think you’re lying.” I tease, gripping the small object in my hand.
“I think you should get it out if you want to see it, maybe even put your head down there and suck it.” He groans.
I almost laugh, he sounds so desperate! Why would he think I’m here to do that? Have his injuries made him loose his mind?
“Get your cock out.” I order and Savage quickly does as I say.
I watch as he uses his good hand to undo his zip and reach it to take out his cock. I feel sick when I see he’s fucking hard.
“And your balls.” Again, Savage reaches in and pulls out his balls.
Behind him, I spot some rope and an idea comes to mind. “I think I’ll tie you up.”
Savage bites down on his bottom lip. “I’ll be at your mercy.”
As I walk behind him to get the rope, my mouth curls in disgust but I hide it when I return to him. He holds out his good arm for me and I tie it to the back of the chair, he is already secured to the chair, so I order him to hold down his handless arm against his stomach and I wrap the long rope around him and the chair so he can’t move an inch.
“How’s that?” I ask him when I’m done.
He wriggles, testing the rope. “Can’t move.”
There’s excitement on his face, but it soon drops when he sees the lighter from behind my back.
“What’s the matter? Don’t like lighters?” I ask as I hold the cigarette lighter in my hand and shake it in front of his face.
“Not when my cock and balls are hanging out.” He wriggles in his restraints again and I laugh.
I flick the lighter and look at the bright flame dancing. “You don’t like a little bit of fire?”
Savage tries the rope again but there’s no point, he’s completely fucked. I slowly make my way towards him, loving the way he’s panicking as I do. I kneel before him, so I have a good view of his balls as I place the lighter right under them. Savage squeals as the flame kisses his flesh but then I panic that Scrappy heard him.
Fuck!
I look around in a panic and spot some dirty rags on the floor. I use one to cover his mouth so Scrappy can no longer hear him, but I fear that the damage is already done. I grab my lighter again and place it back against his balls. This time his screams are muffled by the dirty fabric and laugh as his legs wiggle around as he struggles to cope.
“I think you may be a man that prefers his dick being played with rather than your ball
s, am I right?” I ask, taking the flame away from his balls.
Savage looks pale as his eyes widen. He muffles something, so I lift the rag just a little so I can hear what he has to say. “You’re a crazy bitch.”
Smirking, I place it back on his mouth. “I’m crazy because I want revenge?”
He muffles something else but I don’t care to listen. His cock is now small and shrivelled up. Not attractive at all! I relight the lighter placing the flame to his foreskin and revel in his screams.
“Tasha!” I hear from behind me.
I don’t turn to face Scrappy as I answer. “Leave me alone.”
“You need to get out of here.” Scrappy warns.
Savage screams again as I go down his shaft, burning a fresh piece of flesh.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I answer.
“Shit.” Scrappy curses and runs out. I’m no fool, I know exactly where he’s going.
“We don’t have much time left.” I let Savage know.
I reach for a piece of wood at my feet and set fire to it. I did want to go a little slower with Savage, but circumstances have made me speed things up. I pick the flaming wood up and place it on Savage’s lap, it engulfs him and sets the whole area on fire. I stand back and enjoy the show.
“Tash!” I hear Devlin roar from behind me. “What the fuck?”
“I told you Dev.” Scrappy explains.
“Your old lady has gone fucking insane.” Razor laughs.
“It’s kinda hot.” Baby adds.
Taking my eyes from a burning Savage, I turn to face them. “I just wanted to hurt him, the way he did me.”
With that, I walk away knowing that Devlin will be following me.
“What the fuck do we do?” Razor asks.
“Put some fucking water over him!” Devlin shouts from beside me.
I carry on walking through the front door this time but Devlin stops me when we reach the garden.
“Tasha, what the fuck?” Devlin looks me over.
“He deserved it.” Is all I say.
“I’m not saying that. You’re injured, you could have hurt yourself!” He doesn’t sound very happy.
“You’re pissed because of my ribs and not because I set Savage on fire?” I giggle.
“No, I am angry at that but you’re my main concern.” He points out. “We agreed to keep him alive for Breaker, he was barely holding on before. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve killed him.”
“Is that really so bad?” I ask.
“I don’t want you to have that on your hands.” He grabs my hands in his, looking down at them before looking back to me. “You had every right to do that, but I don’t want you hurting.”
“You really think I killed him?” I ask as he gently holds me.
“I don’t know.” Devlin shakes his head. “We’ll have to see if a man can live with a burnt cock and balls after he’s lost both legs and a hand.”
Devlin picks me up looking down at me as I lie in his arms.
“Don’t do that again.” He demands.
“I wanted revenge, you should understand that.” I point out.
“But I’m not the one who needs bedrest.” He frowns down at me.
“Take me to bed then.” I smile.
Shaking his head, he walks me inside the clubhouse and as we do Franky and Grim appear.
“Warehouse.” Is all he says as Devlin makes his way toward our room.
He takes me straight to the bathroom and cleans my feet. Then strips me off, hands over some strong pain meds and helps me down lie down on the bed. Shit that hurts.
“Done sneaking away now?” He asks me.
“All done.” I smile, my eyes closing as the events from the day taking it’s toll.
“Go to sleep.” Devlin whispers, kissing me and stroking my hair.
It’s just what I need to send me into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Devlin and I wake to a banging on the door. Cursing, Devlin jumps up and chucks on his jeans. Checking that I’m covered by the bed sheets, Devlin opens the door and I see Franky standing there. He’s frowning and for the first time since I’ve been here I’m a little scared of The Kings president.
“I need to have a talk with your old lady son.” Franky begins.
“She’s in bed.” Devlin protests. “So you’ll have to wait.”
“Be quick.” Franky orders before walking off.
When Devlin closes the door and turns back to face me, he shakes his head. “You better get up babe. He ain’t messing.”
With a heavy heart and Devlins’ help I do just that. As much as I want to have a shower this morning from my time with Savage last night, I can’t. Franky wants to speak to me now, making him wait even longer won’t do well for me.
Devlin holds onto my hand as we make our way towards the clubhouse bar where Franky waits with Grim.
Grim actually gives me a tiny smile as I approach, it only lasts for a second and I doubt whether I really saw him or not but I’m pretty sure he did. My eyes travel to Franky and I see the annoyance in his eyes. At least he doesn’t look too angry I suppose.
“Tasha.” He begins, and I surrender to him.
“I’m sorry Franky!” I cover my face. “I just felt like I had to do it. The things he was telling me when he had me. He told me what he thought of you all, what he wanted to do with me and Lauren and thinking about him in that warehouse, I couldn’t not do it.”
“Fuck.” Devlin groans and I see the smirk on Grim’s face again.
“Relax Tash.” Grim laughs quietly.
“Look, I am annoyed that you did that but I understand why you had to.” Franky tells me. “To be honest I should have been prepared because you fucking did the same to Demon.”
“We should call her Flame.” Laughs Grim. “She fucking loves the fire method.”
I watch as the three men laugh. “So, I’m not in trouble?”
“Not really.” Franky shakes his head. “But you will have to tell Breaker exactly why you did this, because I’ve just told him Savage was put in danger and he’s on his way.”
“Right.” I remind myself that it takes some time to come from America. So I have about twelve hours until I have to face Breaker.
He should be fine though right? I didn’t really meet him back in the US, so I have no idea who I’m dealing with.
***
The next morning, when I go to get breakfast I hear a lot of noise as I make my way from the bedroom. I know why there’s a lot of voices coming from the bar area but I try to drop it from my mind. I have no idea why because this will happen no matter what. I will have to explain to Breaker why I burnt Savage.
Yesterday, Franky went on to tell me that Savage was still alive but he was hanging on by a thread. This is why Breaker has come out now rather than in another couple of weeks, Savage might not be alive then.
When I enter the bar room I’m shocked at what I see. I expected to see the men crowding around Breaker and talking business but instead all I see is women. More importantly, club whores and bunnies and who could blame them? Breaker is hot! He’s very tall with broad shoulders and deep olive skin tone. Breaker is wearing black jeans, with his boots as many of the members always wear. He’s wearing a white shirt with his leather vest draped over with the words The Kings of Rebellion written across the back. His neck and arms are covered in tattoos. I watch him talking to the women, he has them all hanging onto his every word and a slight smirk spreads across my face. He’s a total charmer. You can tell by the way he gives the women his attention, stroking one of their arms every now and then, sending the occasional wink. Of course, he has nothing on my man.
Speaking of which, I spot him walk from the other room and straight towards me.
“Sorry I left you this morning.” He says as he kisses me. “Dad wanted us all here when Breaker arrived to greet him and you were sleeping.”
“It’s ok.” I grab onto his face to stop him from rambling. “You know I love sleep.�
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“I feel guilty for not helping you get up.” He frowns and glances down to where my ribs are.
“Devlin, I’m fine.” I assure him, placing a kiss to his mouth.
He takes that kiss and holds me against him. Continuing the kiss and making it a lot steamier than I intended. I lean up on my tiptoes and groan into his mouth.
“So this is your old lady Devlin.” I hear a voice from behind us.
Devlin breaks away from me and turns to face Breaker. He steps forward and introduces himself. “I’m Breaker.”
“Hi.” I smile and shake his outstretched hand.
“I believe we have to have a little chat.” He smirks.
His American accent is strong and flirtatious. Devlin immediately holds me closer and away from Breakers outstretched hand. Breaker looks between us and holds his hands up.
“Relax brother, I know she’s taken.” He laughs.
“I’m just protecting what’s mine.” Devlin answers.
Breaker’s face quickly turns serious. “I know you two have had a rough time, I’m sorry about that.”
The frown on his face looks scary and I’m worried that it’s because of what I did.
Franky approaches and greets Breaker. Apparently they have already had Church this morning while I’ve been sleeping. I quickly double check the time but I’m right in thinking it’s early. It’s freaking 9:00am and they’ve already had Church!
“Let’s go to my office and discuss everything shall we?” Franky indicates to the hall opposite. Devlin holds onto my hand leading the way. When we get to Franky’s office, Devlin leads us to the sofa whilst Franky, Grim, Breaker and another man walk in behind us. Franky closes the door and sits behind his large wooden desk. Breaker and the man I don’t know sit on the sofa opposite Devlin and I.
“Let’s get this started shall we?” Breaker sighs.
“Just hang on a second.” Franky holds up his hand, signalling Breaker to wait a second. “Tasha has a right to know just who you two are first.”
“Right.” Smiles Breaker. “I’m Breaker, the new President of The Kings US charter, and this here,” he indicates towards the fierce looking man sat next to him. “Is Rage, my new VP.”