by Quinn Ryder
“She fucks everything up. She’s a little fuck-up aren’t you, Faithy.” Guerrilla ruffled my hair, and I lunged at him again, barely moving. “What do you plan on doing with her, Marco?”
Marco? My buyer was fucking Marco?
He stepped into the light and crouched down in front of me, holding a knife in his hand. “This little bitch has a big ass mouth on her, and I’m going to teach her a fucking lesson for thinking she’s hot shit when she’s nothing more than a piece of ass that Diego occasionally fucked. I don’t know what he ever saw in you, but I’m going to find out if that pussy’s made of gold or something, because after I tear up your snatch with my dick, I’m gonna have fun taking you apart piece by beautiful piece.” He ran the knife against my cheek, the cold metal slicing away the fine peach fuzz on my cheeks.
I spit in his face. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
Marco wiped the spit out of his eye and backhanded me, snapping my head to the side.
“You stupid fucking bitch. Diego’s not here to save you anymore. So, don’t try pulling that queen shit on me. I can see right through your fake exterior. You’re no queen, you’re nothing more than a frightened whore. I’m going to love tearing you apart from the inside out.” He licked the side of my cheek, and I shuddered. “When I’m done with you, I’ll mail your body parts to your brother and daddy. I’m sure they’ll love getting my little packages after I send them off. They’ll collect each one, hoping I send out the rest of your body. Eventually I’ll send them all your pieces, but I think I’ll hang onto this head the longest. It’ll be fun sticking my cock in that big ass mouth of yours. I kinda like these lips, and I bet they’d look so pretty wrapped around my cock, even if they’re cold and unmoving.”
My stomach turned and I was tempted to spit in his face again, but my face was throbbing, and I didn’t think I could take another hit. I wasn’t going to go down without a fight, and I wanted to remain conscious, nobody was going to touch me without me fighting back first.
“What do you want as payment, brother?” Marco asked, looking over at Guerrilla who was standing in the shadows.
“Safety. I need to go underground for a bit. I’m sure the club already knows that I betrayed them, and I won’t be able to go back. Can you help me disappear?”
Marco looked deep in thought. “Consider it done. Go outside and tell Taco that you’re seeking safe haven. He’ll know what that means. You sure you don’t want money or anything?”
“My businesses keep my pockets filled. Fat men in business suits love them some young pussy, and my pussy is young, tight and fresh.”
God, he was fucking disgusting. Someone needed to stop him!
“I just need protection, Marco. She’s the princess of the Armada, and once they realize I betrayed them, they’re gonna come after me. Make sure you take care of this bitch soon. The Armada has some pretty smart members and it won’t be long before they figure out that she’s gone and come looking. She needs to be dead before they do that. She’s got a fucking big ass mouth on her and I don’t need her spilling all my secrets.” Guerrilla ran a greasy hand across my face. “You don’t know how many nights I went to bed pumping my cock thinking about you, Faithy.” He grabbed my breasts and gave my breast a menacing squeeze. “The second you grew these pretty tits, and started bleeding between your legs, I wanted to dip my dick in ya and stretch you the fuck out. Nothing better than sticking my fat cock in some virgin, young pussy. But alas, you were too protected. Your dad and brother wouldn’t let me near you, and if I had time right now, I’d be the one tearing up your pussy and dismantling all these pretty features.”
“I wouldn’t let you touch me with that diseased infested dick, you fucking bastard. You repulse me.”
Guerrilla stood up, pushing his pelvis in my face. “Maybe I have time to take you for a little spin. Figure out if my fantasies were worth all the babies I destroyed while masturbating to the naked pictures I took of you in the shower.”
A wave of disgust overwhelmed me as I pictured Guerrilla taking pictures of me when I wasn’t looking.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll still have your pictures to keep me company after you’re gone.” Guerrilla pulled back, his slimy smile disappearing. “You better dispose of her damn body after you’re done. No evidence. Get rid of it all. This bitch deserves to disappear and never be found.”
“You’re not going to get away with this, Guerrilla. My brother and Specter will come after you. They won’t sleep until you’re dead body is lying cold and lifeless at their feet.”
Guerrilla smirked. “They can try, Faithy, but once I disappear nobody’s going to find me, and I’m going to take My Little Dragon Chaser with me. She’s fun to play with. Might even dump my seed in her so I can start a little Switchblade army.”
“You’re sick.”
Guerrilla laughed. “Honey, I’m not sick, I’m a fucking God. There’s nobody that can take this Guerrilla down.” He turned and faced Marco, moving away from me. “Take care of yourself, Little Brother. Do me a favor and give this bitch a good pounding, I want at least one of us to get a spin before you kill her.
“Oh, don’t worry, Guerrilla, I got plans for this little cock tease. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be begging for me to stop, but I’m not stopping until her pussy’s bleeding and drenched in my cum. Now get the fuck out of here and go before they seek you out. Take your fucking drug addict with you. I don’t need any fucking snitches hanging around.”
Guerrilla grabbed Daisy by the arm. “Come on, Daisy. Daddy’s got plans for you.”
“Daisy!” I screamed, wishing there wasn’t so much fear in her eyes as Guerrilla manhandled her out the door. “Don’t hurt her!”
Marco laughed, putting his knife to my throat. “You should be more worried about yourself, Queenie. Your friend will be alive a lot longer than you will be.” He pulled away and looked at the corner of the room. “I think it’s time we play with our toy, baby. Do you want to do the honors, or shall I go first?”
The other person that had walked into the room but hadn’t said a word since Marco walked through the door, emerged out of the darkness.
Angelique.
She grinned evilly at me. “Let me go first, Marco. This bitch owes me for almost getting me raped by the club that one night.” She walked casually over to me and straddled me. “How’s it feel now, Queenie? How does it feel to be helpless and not to have Diego to back up your little pathetic plays of power? You’re mine now, Puta, and I’m going to strip you down piece by piece, robbing you of your power just like you did to me.” She stood up a little and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her full tits.
“Suck it in, bitch.”
I glared at her. “I’m not putting anything of yours anywhere near my mouth.”
She slapped me. Her diamond ring cutting into the skin of my cheek. “I said fucking suck my tits.”
“No.”
Her slap was harder this time, sending my head flying to the left. I could feel my cheek bleeding. That bitch purposely turned her ring around so it would cut me.
Marco moved in behind her. His movement was swift, and I didn’t know what was happening until his blade plunged into my leg. I screamed out as he twisted the blade even deeper into my flesh, creating a hellacious pain that moved through my whole body.
“When my Old Lady says suck her tits, you fucking suck her tits.” As Marco said the words, Diego’s voice repeated them in my brain. Was this punishment for my sins? For what I did to all the women who dared to defy me?
Angelique moved closer, her nipple brushing against my lips. When I didn’t immediately obey, Marco moved the knife again, and I cried out, until Angelique’s breast was shoved into my mouth.
“That’s right bitch, suck my tits, and when you’re done, you can give momma a kiss.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Specter
“Anything?” I asked, pacing back and forth behind Cipher as he typed away on his keyboard.
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��Will you fucking cool it?” Cipher asked. “I can’t work under this kind of pressure.”
“Back off, Prospect,” Switchblade seethed. Scythe had called in one of the clubs many friends, a female doctor, pretty as all hell, to come in and clean up the club. She had already tended to Obi and Scythe, now she had Switchblade on a table, his leg pinned down by some straps.
“This is going to hurt,” she told him, her long red hair hanging down in front of her face. She handed Scythe a belt so he could put it between Switchblade’s teeth. “Bite on that.”
The doctor had some long tweezer things in her hand, and she stuck them into Switchblade’s leg. He growled loudly. It took Riptide, Jagger, and Scythe to hold him down.
“There, the bullet is out now.” She looked over at Scythe and smiled. “I’ll stitch this up and he’ll be back to his normal asshole self in no time.”
Switchblade glared at her, removing the belt from his mouth.
“Don’t be a bitch, Shayne. Get over it. Shit happened like ten years ago and you act like it happened yesterday.”
Shayne, why does that name sound so familiar? I studied her face and the way she kept scowling at Switchblade. Then it fucking hit me. Shayne! Switchblade’s high school girlfriend. Damn, she definitely had filled out over the years.
“You left me at the altar to fuck a club whore, Curtis. What the hell do you expect me to act like? I ain’t kissing your damn feet and pretending you’re not a fucking cheating asshole. You’re still the same selfish prick you were back then.”
I swear I saw a hint of guilt and hurt in Switchblade’s eyes, but it vanished the second he caught me staring at him. That man shows no weakness.
“You knew what you were getting into the second you said yes, Shayne. So, drop this holier than thou act. You’re not as angelic as you pretend to be. I know what you did. I caught you red-handed.”
She looked up at him, eyes dancing with as much venom as her mouth. “And she was ten times the lover than you ever were.”
The whole room stopped what they were doing. Cipher whipped around to look at Switchblade. Scythe’s mouth dropped open, while Riptide and Jagger started giggling like assholes.
I kinda felt bad for Switchblade in that moment. No man wants to hear that a woman could do a better job than he did in pleasing his fiancée.
“Fuck you, Shayne.” He tried to get up, but she wasn’t done patching him up.
“Just hold still. I’m going to sew you up, then you can go off and pout like a three-year-old.”
She stuck the needle in his leg, but he was too pissed off to make a sound. Whatever she said hit a nerve, and now he was pretending to be more of a man than he actually was. Every time the needle pierced his flesh, his eyes scrunched together in pain.
When she was all done, she shoved his leg away from her. “There, Asshole, all better. Just try not to get shot again, okay?”
“Not like you care.”
She crossed her arms, “I may have been burned by you in the past, Curtis, but that doesn’t stop me from caring about you. You still hold a big piece of my heart, even if you broke it into a million tiny pieces.”
Shayne walked out of the room, leaving everyone stunned and in shock.
“She’s a bitch,” Switchblade growled. “I’m way better of a lover than that chick ever was.”
I almost wanted to laugh, but I kept my tongue. There were more pressing things to deal with other than Switchblade’s fucked up love life.
“I’m gonna go check on Obi. Let me know if you find anything,” Scythe announced, quickly exiting the room. Riptide and Jagger followed him out, but Switchblade stayed, glaring at me the whole time.
“I bet you got some sick enjoyment out of that, didn’t you, Prospect?”
“I take no pleasure out of seeing another man in pain, even if that man is someone that can be a complete asshole at times.”
“I wasn’t in pain, motherfucker.”
“Pain doesn’t have to be external,” I told him. “Sometimes wounds are buried deep inside of us. We don’t need to see the pain in order to know it’s haunting you.”
Switchblade looked at me sideways, then shook his head, “Fucking dipshit thinks he’s So Crates now.”
“It’s Socrates, pronounced Sock Ra Tees, not So Crates.” I corrected him. “And I don’t have to be a philosopher to have an opinion on what’s easily explained.”
“There’s nothing about me that’s easy to explain. I’m fucking Pandora’s box ready to erupt.”
I was about to correct him, when Cipher jumped up. “I fucking found him!”
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Guerrilla’s at a warehouse near the Saint’s clubhouse. I bet my ass that Faith’s there, too. But there’s no telling how long they’ll stay there. We need to move now.”
“Get the guns. We leave now,” Switchblade ordered. “I’ll find Scythe and get the rest of the guys. Obi’s out, he took a hard hit, but there should be enough of us to infiltrate that warehouse and extract Faith.”
I stared at Switchblade, wondering if I should move.
He started walking out the door. “Come on, Prospect, she’s going to need you when we get there. I don’t know why, but I know she will.”
He left the room, leaving me and Cipher in stunned silence.
“Did that just happen?” I asked Cipher. Trying to decipher if my mind was playing tricks on me.
“I believe it did. Better go before he changes his mind. Whatever you just said somehow softened the Minotaur. I’d take it and run with it before the angry bull returns.
Cipher printed off the coordinates for the warehouse and followed me out the door. Shayne was busy tending to Obi’s wounds again, but everyone else was outfitted and ready for battle. Rex had that same terrified look on his face, and I suddenly felt bad for the guy. I bet the kid had never seen a battle like what we had before.
“Someone should stay with Obi,” I suggested. “Rex, why don’t you stay here with Obi and Shayne, the rest of us will head to the warehouse.”
Scythe looked at me strangely but went along with it. “Yeah, someone should stay behind. Stay here, Prospect, the rest of us will do the dirty work.”
Rex looked grateful, but he played it off and just said, “Okay, Prez.”
We all piled into a black van. A cage would be less suspicious than riding up on our bikes. Ice drove, the rest of us were crouched in the back ready to hop out on command.
It took fifteen minutes to drive over to the warehouse. When we arrived, Ice parked a little up the block.
“I see two stationed outside; no telling how many more might be inside. I bet we can take the guards, though. They don’t look all that tough,” Ice said. He was holding some binoculars up to his face. “Yeah, I bet I could take them all by myself.”
“You don’t get all the fun,” Switchblade growled.
Ice looked back at him and smirked. “Not like you’re in any condition to take on anyone right now, Gimpy.”
“Fuck you, Ice.”
“Aww, I’m just having a little fun, Switchy, don’t get bitchy.”
Switchblade flipped Ice off, creating a round of snickers in the van.
“How we going to do this?” I asked.
“I say we leave the van two at a time. You and I can take out the guards since we aren’t wounded like Scythe and Switchy the Bitchy over there, then Riptide and Switchblade can follow, finally Prez and Cipher can bring up the rear. I want to make sure that there’s always someone with the wounded.” It was kind of nice to have someone with military training leading the raid. From what I gathered; Ice used to be a Staff Sergeant in the Marine Corps. This man knew his shit.
“On your go then, Ice,” Scythe ordered.
Ice slipped out the driver’s side door and crouched down, quickly disappearing and moving along the side of the van until he opened the back.
“Follow my lead, Prospect.” I followed Ice out of the vehicle, as we made our way closer to
the building. The two men standing guard were looking at their telephones and didn’t even notice us moving in. Ice gave me two hand signals, one showing that he was going to take the guy out on the left and I’d take the one on the right. He didn’t want to use guns yet, so he slid up behind the first guard and put him in a choke hold. The second guard drew his gun, but I approached him from behind, hitting him in the back of the head with the butt of my gun. Both men went to the ground easily.
Ice gave the signal for the other men to follow him. He carefully opened the door, looking to see if any more Saints were posted inside. When he saw the coast was clear, he pushed his way in, motioning for me to follow.
“If they have her anywhere, it’s going to be up there,” he whispered, pointing to the only door that had any light. “We’ll need to sweep the bottom floor first.”
I started to follow him down the hall, but then I heard a scream, and my whole body froze.
Faith.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Faith
“This bitch is going to be fun to play with,” Marco sneered. Moving across the room.
My leg was on fire and the slightest movement made the excruciating pain even worse. Blood seeped out of the wound, dripping down my leg and pooling onto the floor.
Angelique danced around me. She had her top off, breasts bouncing with every leap she did around the room.
These two were insane.
Angelique walked up to Marco and grabbed his face. “Fuck me first, baby. Please. I want her to taste me on you when you stick your cock in her mouth.”
“What? You afraid I’ll bite your pussy too fucking hard if you stick it in my face?” I snapped.
Angelique grinned, dancing over to me. “I wouldn’t let your lips anywhere near my pussy, bitch. I know you got rabies.”
“The only bitch with rabies in here is you. Not to mention scabies, herpes, AIDS, and whatever other uglies you have festering in that diseased cooter of yours.” Angelique’s hand came across my face again, but this time I didn’t make a sound. I wasn’t going to let her win.