by Andrea Rose
“I don’t feel so good,” I whispered into his chest, letting the big bad wolf of a man help carry my stumbling ass toward a room. “Sorry guys, gotta go!” I shouted back at Acre and Marlo. Like wolves smelling prey they’d moved in after Break left me at the bar, doing their best to impress me while pushing bottle after bottle my way. Maybe they were hoping to get a little action while Jude was away… Maybe I was drunk enough and fucked up enough to let them. We sat around laughing and chatting, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember what exactly we’d been talking about. Now, they dejectedly eyed a few of the filthy unclaimed girls still roaming the floor. Clearly, the good ones were already taken.
“Where’s Jude?”
Break laughed, as if that was a fair answer, dragging me up the stairs and kicking open one of the bigger rooms. I collapsed into a bed without another thought, totally wiped. The room was spinning, so my leg flew off, kicking heels to the floor so I could touch my toes to the shaggy carpet. “Get some sleep sweetheart, long day tomorrow.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. The door closed and so did the light as my eyes closed, dreams taking me away. Drifting images shifted through my mind, pulling me through the darkness.
Nightmares.
Jude stood over me screaming about Shawn Break. I didn’t know how he found out about our talk, but it didn’t matter. He was going to kill me for so much as speaking to another man. His fists came down as furiously as they had on Break when he had to earn his cut. I wasn’t some badass biker though. My face shattered, my bones broke, and my screams went unanswered.
My eyes flashed open, the sound of a crashing door bringing me back to reality. The room filled with the smell of bad whisky, and something dark fell across the bed. I rolled, my fingers brushing against the leather.
Jude’s cut…
“I need you on my cock.”
His words weren’t kind, but that was nothing new. I’d grown accustomed to our less than romantic kind of love. He’d been a little more than insistent the first time we fucked. I learned a long time ago to turn my brain off and let my body go through the motions… Easier to give him what he wanted than to make him take it.
“You smell like a whorehouse,” I whispered as he stepped up to the bed.
“Been celebrating baby, now go ahead, why don’t you just shut up and suck me off.”
His belt was broken open, jeans unzipped and spread, the shaft staring me in the face as I lay back on the bed. I looked up at it, still on my back, gazing across the skin in the dimly lit room. There was a problem. My breath caught in my throat, eyes staring at Jude’s cock.
“There’s lipstick on it!”
I was furious. Anger welled up inside me like a bottled wildcat. Jude had a habit of disappearing from time to time and I always suspected he might not be faithful, but he’d never been so obvious about it. Now, he may as well be advertising his infidelity. I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t do this!
“I didn’t ask you to look at it. I told you to fucking suck it.”
His hands whipped through my long blonde hair, dragging me painfully toward the edge of the bed. My head fell backward off the edge, his cock lining itself up as I tried to purse my lips drunkenly. When I didn’t move away, Jude pressed the tip against my lips, the scent of leather and sweat pouring over me. My body started to react, the way it always does. A familiar warmth burned between my legs, smoldering, an unwanted and misplaced lust I couldn’t control. I enjoyed this, in some perverse way. My body disobeyed my mind and I didn’t care. I wanted the bad boy to tell me what to do. I always had. My stomach twisted in disgust, rebelling against my instincts even as I stared up at Jude, begging him to use me. I watched his hand rise up. He was going to hit me. My body was ready. Already, I was letting go.
His hand came back down again, stopping short of my cheek. I gasped, my mouth opening as his hips thrust forward, burying his cock deep. I wanted it… My little fucked up desires had me moaning around his thick shaft, desperate.
Jude savaged me, my cries muffled and the vibrations only driving him wilder. Hands grappled with my breasts, the heaving mounds betraying me as flames of pleasure started to course through my body. Still thrusting between my lips, his fingers traced down my body and forced their way into my pants, sliding roughly under my panties and into my folds. I moaned wildly, giving in to the sensations.
“That’s right bitch, suck it like you fucking mean it.”
I wasn’t going to stop. I was his. A toy for his amusement? A tool for his pleasure? It didn’t matter. I wanted him now as I’d always wanted him. It was easier this way. There was no fight left in me, he fucked my mouth with an intensity that was impossible to deny. Closer… His hands knew me. His fingers understood what I liked, and how to take me over the cliff even if I didn’t want to go there. Fingertips were relentless on my clitoris, controlling my reaction as if I were a musical instrument even as thick ropes of his salty seed poured down my throat. I swallowed against him, exploding into an orgasm of my own with my mouth quivering around his pulsing cock.
Jude collapsed, his cock pulling free as he fell to the bed. None of this was new to me. Jude had always been rough with me. He didn’t take no for an answer on the rare occasion I tried to refuse him. I’d come to make the best of it, reveling in the darkest corners of my own mind. It couldn’t be wrong if it felt right. Could it? Just like every time this happened my mind worked it’s games to justify it. Still, something was different…
He hadn’t hit me.
I stared at Jude’s face as he slumped over onto his back with his eyes closed, the dim light from a small bathroom shining on his skin. Damage from the fight was evident. Stitches ran below his lower lip, and six or seven more just under the line of his scalp. Even so, he seemed worse than he had in the moments after the fight. I slipped my hands under his shirt delicately, my nails running across his chest and down to his side. The injuries there were worse. At least two broken ribs, and God only knows how many times he’d been hit.
He’d been broken, and I knew exactly who’d done it.
Worse yet, it made me happy…
My eyes closed, replaying the past few moments in my mind as I straddled Jude’s hips, lowering my pussy to his still throbbing manhood. My fingertips found their way to my delicate petals, spreading myself to accommodate him and dancing across my most sensitive little nub as I impaled myself. There was a difference this time around. I wanted to do this. Maybe the MC was good for Jude. If Break could keep him in line, I could have my cake and eat it too… My mouth gasped as I took his cock deep, playing across the shaft with the inside of my velvet tunnel, squeezing my muscles around him, drawing it in. I’d make love to this cock, slave over it and bring it to the wildest heights. My imagination took flight, pulling away from my body. My eyes cast upward, pleading, thankful…
But when I looked down, it wasn’t Jude’s face I wanted to see. I closed my eyes, trying to shake the wicked thoughts creeping into my mind. Break had done something to bring Jude in line. He must have told him not to lay hands on me… I had nothing in the world to give him in thanks. Except…
My body.
Jude moaned beneath me as I rode him softly deep into he night, but it wasn’t his cock I was imagining slipping in and out of my quivering flesh. Some say adultery in your mind is still adultery. If that’s the case, I’m guilty. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care.
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I felt like I’d been hit by a truck.
Drinking is always more fun when you’re doing it, and less fun when you’re waking up from it. Sunlight streamed in through a window and I stared at Jude, laying twisted on the bed. Purple and red covered his face arms swollen and battered.
He looked like he’d been hit by a truck.
Serves him right…
I smiled, stretching in the bed, trying to make my way out of it when the door crashed open. Acre stood looming in the open space, and he didn’t look happy.
“Get his ass up, we’ve got a fucking meeting.”
I looked over at Jude, lifting his arm and letting it fall again, turning back to give Acre a shrug.
“I’m not asking. Break wants Jude downstairs, do what you gotta do,” Acre said, storming off and slamming the door behind him. Jude didn’t even flinch. With the beating he’d taken and the fucking I’d given, Jude’s body needed time to sleep it off. I jumped out of bed, stumbling into the bathroom and turning on the sink faucet. Cupping my thin hands beneath the stream I let them fill with cold water before walking back into the room and dropping it straight on Jude’s face.
That worked, but I immediately regretted it. His eyes snapped open, boring holes into my head.
Murder eyes.
I tried to step backward, but he grabbed me up and rolled me onto the bed.
“Didn’t get enough last night?”
He pressed down on my chest, pushing the air out of me as he shifted his weight.
“Break… Meeting…” I coughed, trying to pull myself away.
“Ahh fuck,” Jude said, rolling off. He reached down, grabbing clothes and pulling his t-shirt over flexing and tattooed flesh. Something stirred inside me, I almost wanted him to stay. I could close my eyes and imagine someone else… Someone better. Someone worse for me than Jude ever was…
Almost…
“Take a shower, when I’m done down there I’m coming back for you.”
I shivered, balling myself up on the bed. Maybe he saw the fear in my insecurity, but he didn’t seem to pay it any heed.
“That’s right baby. I fucking love you, you know that.”
I nodded. It was never a question. His love was flawed, twisted, but it was never in doubt. Jude would never let me go, not as long as the sun rose in the morning.
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The shower had worked wonders for sobering me up, and by the time I heard a light knocking on the door, I was feeling more or less ready for Jude’s return.
Only Jude doesn’t knock. He crashes in and takes what he needs. Spinning curiously to watch the door, I held my breath.
The spitfire of a redhead caught me half dressed as she burst into the room, her green eyes almost as wild as her hair. I gasped, tossing arms across my chest as she threw hands on her hips and stared me down. “Don’t tell me I’m cleaning this place up by myself. You’re Jude’s old lady, right?”
“Yes…”
“Shame… The whole badass killer look was really working for me.”
Badass killer? She doesn’t know the half of it…
“Who the hell are you,” I asked, laughing as she stormed through the room shaking the blankets out and fixing the bed. This girl couldn’t stand still if she wanted to. She squirreled her nose up and gave me a little huff. “I’m Penny, hey, you know how to cook?”
“Cook?”
“Breakfast! Cover your tits, I need some help down here.”
Penny trotted out like the whole world should follow her. I let out a little laugh at her insanity, but without a second thought, I tossed my shirt back on and did exactly that. Walking out the door and down the stairs toward the main floor I was surprised to see the clubhouse empty and quiet. Rows of bikes still sat along the far wall, making it clear we weren’t alone, but you could have heard a pin drop inside the large echoing garage. I shivered, the cool air wrapping around me as I followed Penny through a sea of empty bottles and the remnants of last nights drunken revelry.
No wonder she wants some help.
Finally, voices began filtering through the air. Still walking behind the fiery redhead I turned my eyes to stare at the huge oaken doors closing off a big room near the far corner of the warehouse. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it was clearly the meeting Acre was yelling about. This wasn’t my first rodeo, I knew exactly why the club wanted Jude in that meeting. Fresh blood, a prospect that wants to earn his spot in the club. We’d talked all about it since the first time Jude ran with the Broken. In more ways than one, our lives were leading up to this for years…
“Do you know how to handle the meat?”
I about choked on my own tongue, laughing at the sparky redhead.
“Oh forget it! Get on eggs, I’ll handle the meat baby doll.”
We’d arrived at a makeshift kitchen. Both countertops were dominated by long griddles and I was instantly having flashbacks to my first job in a fast food restaurant when I was fifteen. Penny wasn’t waiting on me to respond, tossing sausage and bacon across the already heated griddle. My stomach grumbled as the smell of sizzling meats filled our space, the huge cooktop filled end to end. Turning to the second cooktop I fell into a rhythm, cracking eggs and filling the griddle, stopping to flip cooking eggs as I went. Penny raced around me like a woman possessed, tossing together toast and making a gravy to throw over biscuits. I focused on my task, juggling eggs to keep them from burning, stopping only when I felt thin hands wrap around my waist.
“Thank you for helping,” Penny whispered into my ear, sliding away from me just as quickly as she had drawn close. I felt her fingers tingle my sides as they pulled back. It was strangely intimate. I didn’t reply, but it didn’t feel like I had to. Spinning, I gave her a nod and a smile as we started filling plates, tossing them onto a rolling cart in the center of the kitchen.
“Time to wake these fuckers up,” Penny said, pulling large pots of coffee down from the counter and placing them on the edge of the cart. I followed her without question because I knew exactly where she was going… I needed to know what was happening in that meeting. What did they want from Jude?
The doors flew open as Penny burst through them. A huge wooden table occupied the space, leather clad men sitting round it clearly caught deep in a serious discussion. Everyone went silent as we stepped into the room.
“How’s my favorite man?” Penny asked, stepping up to Marlo at the far edge of the table and forcefully pulling his chair free. Hoots and hollers filled the space, cutting the tension as she straddled one of his legs, dipping in to give him a long hard kiss. A second man reached out and smacked penny on the ass, laughing as she smashed her forehead into Marlo’s nose in surprise.
“I thought I was your favorite Penny?”
The redhead looked up at the other biker grinning, slipping back off Marlo’s lap. She kicked the other chair out, lifting a foot and bringing it down on the other man’s crotch. He squirmed in his seat, trying to draw away as she leaned in.
“You are so last week honey…”
The room erupted into laughs as she gave him a quick jab to the head, pulling away. I stayed silent behind the cart as Penny held the attention of the club. My eyes glanced upward to catch Jude’s gaze, but I suddenly realized he wasn’t the only one ignoring Penny’s antics.
Shawn Break was staring at me.
“You gonna serve us sweetheart?” Shawn asked, waving an arm toward the cart. Jude’s eyes narrowed as I smiled, pulling plates off the cart and tossing them onto the wooden table. Penny joined me, following the cart round the space and flirting with the men as she introduced me. There was Marlo of course, and an old grizzled man named Ash. The men blended together until we hit Acre. He sat at Shawn’s side, and I knew at once he must be the VP of the club. Break gave a soft thank you as we passed the plates. As we rounded the table toward Jude the conversation was already picking back up behind us, getting back to business. Acre spoke up first.
“Break, you know we can’t just sit here and let the Kings run their bullshit up in LA. We’ve got two hundred forty kilos coming through, we can’t risk that.”
I walked past Jude, wincing as he gave me a smack on the ass, tossing his plate down in front of him and continuing round the table. My breath had caught in my chest.
Two hundred forty kilos of what? I wondered to myself. My ears were open as wide as they could go.
“The Kings won’t fuck with it,” Break replied sternly.
I tried not to look like I was liste
ning, keeping my head down as Penny lay down more coffee and we finished our pass.
“What’s stopping them? Somebody’s talking. Kings ran down a Broken just last week. We’re lucky they didn’t kill him. Think they won’t knock us down for five million in sugar?”
I glanced up to watch Shawn turn and smash his fist down on the table.
“They won’t fuck with it.”
The voice was unmistakably angry, Shawn Break was looking stern across the table but Acre wasn’t backing down. A pissing match had begun, and if I knew anything about boys, it wasn’t going to stop until someone threw a punch.
“And who’s gonna stop it?”
“I’ll take care of it,” Jude said, speaking up from his side of the table. My eyes shot over to him. He was grinning. I could see it in him, the desire, the anger. It played across his face like an electric billboard.
“Looks like the new prospect has some balls. What the fuck happened to the rest of you? Carcetti and the Italians aren’t fucking around on this one. If the Kings are a problem, we deal with the kings,” Acre said, smirking.
“We’re trying to take this club legit Acre. We need out of the drug trade. I’ll set up a meet with the Kings. Cash talks. For now, we’ll give them a piece of the action and tell them to stay the fuck off the docks.”
Acre bristled, “Break, you’re just going to ignore all the shit the Kings have been pulling?”
Break turned, his face red with anger. “We need the Kings on this. They’ve got numbers and if we go to war, we’re going to lose men. Better for us to get them on our side. Bring the Kings in and make them do the dirty work. Once this Carcetti shipment goes through we’re taking the cash and picking up a pair of strip clubs on the south side.”
Ash spoke up, his voice gritty and sounding as old as he looked. “Your father would never give up the drug trade to the Kings.”
“My father is dead, and so are our brothers,” Break said firmly, waving at the table. My eyes followed his gesture, looking at the shattered skull engraved deep into the wood. Each piece had a name carved into it… So many pieces… So many people…