Mia had sobbed the entire time...for her...for Damon, and for Jake who may be dead on the bar floor. She wasn’t sure how many he had killed when he was shooting, but she knew he wasn’t the only person hurt in that bar. She doubted Damon could get to Jake in time to find out where she was.
Rubbing her shoulders, she glances at the purse where Hank had dumped it. The silver cylinder shines in the dim light, and she glances towards the door of the shack. He could be back any minute so she needed to act now.
Crawling over to her purse, she carefully pulls out the cylinder and tucks it into her shorts’ pocket. The door begins to open and Mia jumps back towards where she had been sitting on the floor. Looking down to keep Hank from noticing her anxiety, she watches his shoes as he walks over to her and stop.
He stands there for several minutes, and Mia carefully glances up at him. His eyes are filled with lust as he appraises her legs. He rubs his grizzled jaw in thought before he says, “After I’m done with Damon, I am going to have some fun with you.”
Her eyes widen in horror as he traces his fingers down her cheek. She fights the urge to bite him. “You may think you can get out of here, but I plan on fucking you, baby, and then I am going to slit your pretty throat.” His fingers follow an imaginary path across her neck.
Tears silently fall from Mia’s eyes, but she doesn’t beg...doesn’t plead. If he kills Damon, it doesn’t matter what happens to her...she’d be dead anyway. Pulling her up by the hair, Mia screams as he wrenches her towards the door. “Come on, we have a date with lover boy.”
He pulls her outside, and she shivers at how cold it is as the night air comes off the ocean. A pier stretches out towards the black sea, but Hank pulls her down to a gravel parking lot. They step into the darkness by a lamp and wait.
It isn’t long before she hears a single motorcycle humming in the distance and drawing closer. She glances at Hank and says a silent prayer to God that both she and Damon survive this.
A single headlight comes into focus as Damon manoeuvres his bike into the parking lot. He pulls up a few feet from them, his eyes searching the darkness for her as he climbs off his bike. Hank moves into the light, his pistol resting against her side as he does. “Damon, long time brother,” Hank says happily.
Damon turns his baleful glance towards Hank, his jaw tightening as he draws his own pistol. He points it towards Hank as his gaze quickly runs over Mia. Tears nearly blind her, and she can’t help but feel happiness over seeing him. Damon will save her, she knows it.
“You’re not my brother, Hank. Never have been.”
“Aww, that’s a shame you feel that way. I mean, wasn’t I here with you and Angelique when you made your first kill. Does your little girl know how many people you killed?” Hank laughs, “I bet she doesn’t. I bet she doesn’t know how you tied a garrotte around his neck and choked him until it snapped. How you smiled when you heard that snap?”
Damon shakes his head and glances towards Mia. She shakes her head. She knows that he is a killer, that he has killed, but hearing the details is like a knife stab to her heart. “I didn’t smile, Hank. You did. I threw up in the ocean while you buried the evidence.”
Hank laughs, “That’s right. I had forgotten. I knew you were a little pussy, and it is only fitting that you die because of pussy. Now put down your gun.”
Damon hesitates and says, “What will happen to Mia if I put it down?”
“Why, I’ll let her go of course,” Hank says and Mia closes her eyes as her hand slides down to her pocket. She opens her eyes and stares at Damon, begging him not to put the gun down. If he does, they are both dead.
“You promise,” Damon asks as he starts to lower the gun to the ground.
Hank’s smile turns predatory as he says, “Scout’s honor.”
His grips loosens just a bit as he starts to aim towards Damon. Mia shifts and brings the bottle up towards his face. She flicks the cap off and squeezes the top. Hank curses as a stream of pepper spray erupts into his face, blinding him. He drops his gun and lets go of Mia as he screams and grabs at his face in an effort to stop the burning. Spit and bile flies through the air onto Mia, and she screams as she staggers back.
Damon raises forward and tackles Hank to the ground. His fists make a meaty sound as they pummel into Hank’s face and stomach. The man fights back as best as he can being blinded, but Damon evades most of Hank’s blows. Mia scrambles back and stares at Damon as he works the man with his fist.
Finally, as Hank’s screams fade to groans, Damon relents and he holds Hank up by the scruff of his shirt. “See, that’s the problem Hank...you were never a boy scout.”
He punches him in the face again, the sound of his jaw shattering fills the night and then Hank slumps to the ground unconscious. Kicking him a final time, Damon kneels down and fumbles through his jacket. He pulls out Hank’s phone and dials a number.
Mia watches as the tears continue to stream down her face. “This is Damon,” he says into the phone when someone answers. He turns and looks at her, his face full of love and concern as he walks towards her.
Wrapping her into his arms, he says, “Hank is going to be picked up by the police really soon. I think there are a few outstanding warrants on his ass, so don’t expect your killer to be available to you for a while.”
Kissing Mia’s head, she can hear someone cursing at him from the other end of the call. “I told you that I have enough information to sink all of you. I am going to release enough information for Hank to get life...if not the death penalty...and if you send anyone else near me...I will release all of the dirt. Do you understand me? I am not fucking around any longer.”
With that, he hangs up the phone and tosses it towards Hank. Cupping her chin, he says, “I’m so glad you’re safe Mia. I was so terrified.”
She kisses the side of his mouth. “I’m safe because you are here. I’m so sorry that this has happened.”
He wipes the tears from her face and she feels so much love for Damon, despite everything. “Don’t be sorry. This is all because of me and my fucked up life.” He glances towards the shack. “Let’s clean up any sign that you were here and go home.”
Chapter Ten
The warmth of the shower washes away the dirt and grime from the day. Mia turns and allows the spray to work out the sore muscles from being shoved in the trunk, but outside of the memories, Hank has left no injuries on her body.
The door to the shower opens and Mia sees Damon standing in it completely naked. He isn’t as lucky as she was. Bruises from Hank’s frantic blows cover his ribcage, and he is splattered in blood from various cuts that Hank had managed to open up.
She moves out of the spray and reaches out for Damon. He comes into the shower and wraps himself around her as the water flows over them. Touching her skin, he rests his head on her shoulder and just stands there holding her.
After a few moments, Mia realizes that Damon is crying. She pulls away slightly to look up into his eyes as he murmurs, “I thought I lost you. I thought he was going to kill you before I could even get there.”
“But you didn’t. I’m safe,” she whispers as she kisses him. “I’m here with you and we’re safe together.”
She deepens the kiss and her body reacts to the need he always raises in her. She needs him like she needs air, like she needs the water flowing over them. She breaks the kiss and reaches for a cloth. Carefully, she lathers his skin and cleans the cuts. Damon watches her, his eyes filled with passion as she moves down his skin.
Dropping to her knees, she rinses the washcloth and lathers it with fresh soap. She wraps it around his erection and washes the sensitive flesh, stroking it as she does. Rinsing it clean, Mia looks up and places a kiss to his cock. Damon jerks in response, and he grits his teeth to control his need.
Mia smiles and she wraps her hand around the base of his shaft. She strokes it three times as pre-cum glistens on the tip. Sticking her tongue out, she tastes the glistening drop before she slides hi
s shaft deeply into her throat.
Damon’s hands shoot into her wet hair, and he holds her head as she sucks on his cock. He groans, and she picks up speed, her hand sliding up and down his shaft as her mouth slides up and down it.
She nibbles up the side of his cock and smiles when he shudders under her ministrations. Sucking him back in, she hears him hiss so she moves faster and faster along his length as her hand massages his balls. He groans even louder and then she is swallowing his seed as he cums deep in her throat.
Mia continues to suck, drawing all of his seed into her mouth as his yells echo through the shower. When he’s finished, Mia wipes her mouth and looks up at him with a satisfied smile on her face.
Damon groans, “You are going to be the death of me.”
The words sink into her brain and Mia starts to shake as fresh sobs wrack her body. Damon sinks to the floor of the shower and wraps his arms around her as she sobs. “I thought he was going to kill you.” Mia gasps between her tears.
“I would never let that happen,” he says, and his hands rub her back as they sit in the bottom of the shower stall. He kisses her wet hair and places his head to the top of her hair. “I’m so sorry about what happened, Mia. I never wanted you to have to live this life. I thought that my insurance was enough...”
Mia glances up at him, her eyes are full of despair as she says, “Will we ever get free of your past? Will it ever stop?”
Damon’s eyes darken with sadness and he says, “I don’t know, Mia. I pray that it gets better for us, but I just don’t know.”
Pressing his lips against hers, he says, “But what I do know is that I love you and I will never stop fighting for us. I will fight for our future, and I will fight to be free of my past.”
Her sobs stop and she stares up into his eyes, drinking in the love that he has for her. “You promise you will keep fighting,” she sighs.
“Yes, God yes. I will keep fighting for you.”
She searches his eyes and reaches up to rub the stubble on his cheek. He feels amazing under her, and she knows she will fight to the end of the earth for him. “I will keep fighting for you,” she whispers against his lips before she kisses him passionately.
Damon accepts her passion and gives her the control she desperately needs tonight. Her hands run up and down his chest as she feels the hard plains of his body. He moans under her, and she scrapes her nails across his back when she feels his erection growing again.
Grasping her hips, Damon forces her to stand. She looks down into his hungry eyes, and she screams out when his tongue plunges between her legs and up inside of her. Her stomach clenches at how wonderful his tongue feels...like a cold kiss against her heated skin.
He sucks her clit between his teeth and tugs at it gently with his lip. She shudders and manages not to slip by grasping onto Damon’s shoulders. He laps up the juices flowing freely from her as his mouth works on her sensitive nub.
His tongue thrusts deep inside of her, and then Mia throws her head back as she cries up to the ceiling. Her orgasm rips through her, and she feels refreshed and loved and ready for the adventure that Damon will take her on.
He stands up, washing her juices from his face in the warm spray. Turning her around, he runs his hands up her arms and lifts them. Anchoring her hands against the tiled wall, he pushes her forward until she is bent at the waist and lifts up her leg.
Carefully resting it on the small bench built into the shower, Damon slides his fingers over her slick mound. He nips at her shoulders and murmurs, “I love you, Mia,” as his fingers stretch and fill her.
Mia gasps and rocks back, taking his fingers even deeper. She cries, “And I love you, Damon.”
His free hand slides along her stomach, making her shiver, and then caresses her breasts as they sway from his thrusts. He pinches one of her nipples and tugs at it as his fingers thrust in and out of her pussy. Her desire twists and turns inside of her like a living creature clawing its way out of her. She can see stars dancing in front of her eyes, but she doesn’t want to come yet. She wants him deep inside of her when she comes.
“Fuck me, Damon,” she cries out, and Damon bites her shoulder harder. She is positive that he left a mark this time, but she doesn’t care, it only makes her ecstasy even more uncontrollable.
His fingers slide out of her pussy, and she cries out at the absence as she grinds against his hard shaft. He is panting against her as he lines his cock up with her opening, and then he is sliding into her in excruciating slowness.
His cock fills her, and Mia’s pussy sucks on it, tugging it deeper into her sex. She grinds backwards, but his fingers bite into her hips as he controls the depth. Mia gasps as he moves slowly, matching his speed to the slow kisses he is placing against her back.
She cries out, “Please, Damon, faster!”
Damon groans. “No, baby, I want to feel you for longer. I want to know that you’re mine. That every part of your body is branded by my touch.”
Tears of frustration spring to her eyes, and she swipes at them. Her ecstasy is like a buzzing in her ears, and she just wants to jump off that cliff and experience her climax. “I am, Damon. Every part of me—mind, body, and soul, is yours. Your touch has branded my body completely.”
Damon bites her shoulder again in response as his cock surges deeper into her pussy. She cries out, “Fuck me, Damon. Please fuck me harder.”
And he listens to her. He shifts his hands to cup her breasts, his fingers kneading the sensitive buds as he thrusts harder and faster into her. She takes him all, her pussy clenching around his shaft, drawing him deeper.
Screaming out, she allows her climax to rip free and feels her juices gushing from between her legs. At the feeling, Damon cries out himself, and his seed shoots deep inside of her.
He collapses against her back as his arms wrap around her waist. “God, Mia, you are the most amazing woman in the world. I love you so much.”
She smiles against the tiles. “I love you too, Damon.”
Chapter Eleven
The cool night air drifts through the bedroom window, and Mia snuggles deeper into Damon’s chest. Breathing him in, she smiles at how wonderful it feels to be surrounded by him. After the lovemaking in the shower, Damon had washed her off and then carried her to bed.
They had made love again after that. And then a third time in the shower when they had cleaned up. It was like Damon couldn’t get enough of her, but she didn’t mind. After today, she couldn’t get enough of him.
Now they were resting in bed, watching the hint of sunrise on the horizon. It was going to be a beautiful day, but Mia couldn’t help but worry about what it would hold for them. There was bound to be questions about the shooting and she would have to go down to the police station. They were probably wondering where she was.
Thinking of the bar, Mia sits up and say, “Oh my God! Jake!” She had been so caught up in her own danger and then in being with Damon, she had forgotten her friend.
“He’s fine,” Damon says as he pulls her back down to his chest. “He was rushed to the hospital and had surgery to remove the bullets. I know it isn’t perfect, but he will live.”
Tears sting Mia’s eyes and she looks up at him. “How do you know?” she asks.
“Because I have a friend down there looking after all his medical bills and needs. It’s the least I can do after putting him in danger.”
Mia’s brow creases as she tries to figure it out. “He said he knew you. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Damon’s chuckle fills the room and sends Mia’s blood racing again, “I figured you would be pissed if you found out. When you got the job, I pulled a few strings and managed to convince Tony to hire Jake. He came down to take care of my girl. It’s nice that you two became friends because he is one of my closest.”
“But how do you know him? He doesn’t seem like a...” Her voice fades away as she tries to think of a tact way of saying killer or gangster.
“A gang member,” Dam
on finishes for her. “That’s because he isn’t. Jake and I go way back...before the gang. We were in college together, and then we both started running with the gang.”
Mia glances up and sees Damon’s eyes darken as he remembers the past. “Jake knew it wasn’t for him. He wanted more, and when he was arrested for something petty, he took the six months in jail. When he got out, he enlisted and took as many combat tours as he could. I think he was trying to atone for some of the things he did with the gang.”
“But how did he get out so easily?” she asks.
Damon shrugs, “He was never really in like I was. He was just a bit player, no one to lose sleep over when he straightened out.”
He shifted slightly so he could face Mia better, “We kept in touch, despite what I was becoming. We are like brothers, and he knew I would come around. Of course, when I asked him down here, he called me a dumbass for getting a girl involved in my shit.”
“And then he met me, right?”
“Yeah, and then he met you and called me a bigger dumbass for getting you involved in my shit.”
Mia swipes at a stray tear that has escaped her eyes as she says, “I’m so sorry that I got him involved in this. I should have told you about Hank and what he did. Maybe if I had, Jake wouldn’t be injured and my life wouldn’t have been threatened.”
Damon squeezes her in a hug and says, “You don’t have to apologize. I knew about Hank. Jake had told me. It was him that followed you to make sure you made it home okay. When he realized he had been spotted, he let you think you had lost him.”
“Really, so I was being followed!” Mia exclaims, and she can’t help but feel proud that she was able to spot that.
“Yes, you were right. But it wasn’t a bad guy following you. Jake wanted to make sure you made it home without any problems.” He taps her nose before he kisses it. “Now, enough talking. Get some sleep so we can go and visit Jake in the morning. I know he will want to see you for himself to make sure you are okay. He has really taken a shining to you.”
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