Disruption

by Victoria Johns

  I sat in the front and looked at him when he went quiet.

  Finally, he said, “Go and get my fucking sister. This might be a joke in your head, but for the next few hours you’re going to treat her like a lady. That means front door service, fucker.”

  “Maybe this was a bad idea,” I muttered.

  I climbed out, hearing his frustrated voice shout, “You think?” as I slammed the door on one of his BMW’s. He had a few, this was an executive model that had hardly any miles on the clock and a massive trunk. He only used it for specific jobs, which was another reminder that if I fucked this up, the trunk would be where I’d end up.

  Before I got to Bella’s front door, she met me coming down the path.

  “Fuck.” Bishop was gonna kill me for sure.

  Bella was dressed in a simple black dress that was appropriate in length, as in past her knees, it covered her front and was what I would call high neck. Unfortunately, it was skintight, and impossible to avoid the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were perky and perfect. She’d got these fucking sandals on that had what looked like a million straps around the ankle and went up her calves, reminding me that rope play and leather whips were fucking fun. At that point I figured I didn’t really know Bella, well, not this Bella anyway. Her hair was teased or some shit on one side, but braided around the ear of the other side, and she looked like that hot chick on Vikings.

  Fuck. Stop thinking about the hot Viking chick. She was all into rough sex and right then, I was hot under the collar and could’ve done with working off some energy like that.

  Bella’s makeup was extreme, this Bella was a girl I’d make a play for in one of my clubs after seeing her on the security feed, wondering how quickly I could smudge the red lipstick… with the end of my cock as I rammed it down her throat.

  “Hey, Zane,” her voice came at me and it messed up my senses. It sounded like my friend’s sister, but that voice didn’t belong to this vixen.

  As I was finding the words to reply she waved enthusiastically at her brother stood leaning against his motor and strode past me.

  I turned to follow her. “Jesus fucking Christ.” The shock of what I saw pulled the words from deep inside me.

  I was dead. So dead when Bishop clocked a look at her from the rear. Her back was completely exposed and open, I had no idea how that fucking dress was staying up. It was a magic trick testing gravity. Her ass cheeks wobbled as her heeled feet padded across the street.

  Hang on, since when did she have ink? Bella had a tattoo of creeping ivy twisting and curling up her spine. It was sexy as fuck.

  Bravely, I looked at her brother and felt the ice he hurled my way.

  “Brother dear,” she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Oops.” She chuckled and wiped the lipstick off his skin.

  “Coat.” His voice was gruff.

  “What?”

  “You need a jacket?”

  “Don’t have one that goes with the dress.” She pulled open the back door and climbed in. Once she was securely in the car, I walked across the street.

  “I will gut you like a fucking fish. Last warning.”

  Bishop climbed in the car, leaving me to do the same and join him, and his wildcard sister.

  Bailey’s house was this ultramodern pad high up in the hills, not my hills, but the hills that overlooked the observatory. Her place was all glass, perfect right angles and minimalist furniture. It was so different from the house she grew up in that I always wondered whether she secretly hated it and her childhood. After seeing the freaky sex that she got off on, I realized she didn’t hate it, she just wanted to be herself.

  “I thought you said this was a dinner?” Bella looked as confused as me at the bright lights bouncing off the glass, the sound of a heavy bass and the rows and rows of expensive motors lining the road up to her house.

  “Can’t see Grandma being here with this going on.” I expected an uncomfortable sit-down affair, catered by some overpriced chef that served me two bites of shit food via a plethora of waiting staff.

  “Never mind, I’m dressed for it.” She bobbed in the seat, getting a good look around. Bishop grunted, for him a dinner was the safest of all the bad options. Disco lights and music meant dancing, bodies grinding, all hot and sweaty.

  As soon as we were out of the car, Bella came to my side and laced her fingers through mine. The action felt alien. The only person I’d held hands in public with was Bella. I heard Bishop mumble a “Fuck,” as we wandered off and I knew he hated every moment of that connection as much as I did right now.

  “Listen,” I pulled her to one side, “Don’t get too drunk, he’ll slaughter me.” She laughed; she was enjoying this. “And I apologize in advance for my behavior.”

  I saw Bella look over my shoulder, and something playful slot into place. She stepped close to my body, ran a hand up my chest and palmed my jaw, gently rubbing her thumb over the scruff of my beard. “We’re already in play, Zane, go with it.” I didn’t move a muscle as she popped up on those insane shoes and placed a kiss just to the side of my lips where her thumb had touched me tenderly moments ago. When she stopped and walked around me, pulling me with her, I was still a little bit stunned. I mean, c’mon, I might have a hard on for Bailey Roach, but I wasn’t dead inside. Bishop’s little sister was a real catch, whoever ended up with her was going to have their work cut out for them, and not just with her. If that person survived the courtship, and her big brother, then he deserved his prize at the end.

  Inside the house was just as mental as I expected it to be, people everywhere. The music was so loud conversation was pointless, so everyone was busy with the only thing possible, drinking and dancing. I spotted Jameson in one corner with his wife, and she looked unhappy about being there, I knew exactly how she felt. When he saw me walk over with Bishop’s sister, he didn’t seem amused, they’d never got on.

  “Thought this was a dinner party,” I shouted in his direction.

  “My fucking sister is being a bitch. Hasn’t been right for ages. But if she doesn’t quit partying and calm the fuck down, I might be forced to take action. Listen, keep your shit together okay?”

  His wife tutted before sighing; it was clear we’d interrupted them arguing about the exact same thing. She’d never wanted him to be so hands on with the business and must have known that he was. Up until they’d got married Kerry was happy with the blissful ignorance that he was just a regular guy, but clearly, she still thought that he rode a desk all day long. I worried for my friend’s marriage, in our line of work, your partner needed to be informed and complicit, not deluded and compliant.

  Spousal privilege was real. He couldn’t afford not to be married to her at this point, if he pissed her off, she’d be ripe for a prosecutor, if we were ever caught that was. Problem was, I wasn’t married to her, so if he didn’t keep her sweet, I could be the next best revenge, she wasn’t married to me, I was still very much fair game.

  I looked at the melee. “Take it Grandma isn’t here.”

  Jameson’s face told me he didn’t appreciate my comment. “No, Grandma has been through this little charade.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Z man,” he looked nervous, “keep the temper under control tonight, yeah?”

  I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about but then it hit me why he relied on me, he knew that I would always deal with the shit his sister dished out. That meant he would still be in her good graces and their twin connection and relationship remained forever intact. He just hadn’t realized that that part had changed between us. I was no longer putting up with her shit or playing her games.

  I was out.

  Tapped out and done.

  Bella’s feet shuffled next to me, that shuffle quickly became a hip wiggle, which in that dress was drawing attention.

  “Wanna dance?” I didn’t wait for her to turn me down, but instead grabbed her hand and pulled her away from my moody best friend. The beat was hot an
d heavy, and again, leaving her no choice, I got up close and pulled her to me. “Just go with it.”

  She snorted, “You act like I don’t go out dancing all the time. I’m a nurse, not a nun.”

  I could see from the way she was grinding her hips and moving her ass that she definitely did dance. There was a lot more to Nurse Bella Bishop than met the eye. There was more allure than I’d ever really noticed, and I could imagine her in her nurses’ outfit, it was the stuff of wet fucking dreams for a lot of us. She began to lightly hum to the music, it was a heavy jazzed up version of Ed Sheeran’s Bloodstream and with the dark lights and music, it felt every inch sultry enough to fuck to. The beat made it easy to forget everything else around me. Forget for a moment that Bailey caused turbulence and uncertainty deep inside me. I leaned my cheek against the side of Bella’s head and felt her pull me in closer, while I was lost in the moment, she worked one of her feet between mine and I felt the heat from her thigh touch my own.

  She carried on humming the tune, as I listened to the song’s words, talking about a person who was broken hearted, scarred. After a while the version in my head blended into my own life, it was written about me, for me, someone who needed forgiveness, who searched for his woman, who was driven to the bottle for his sins.

  “You okay?” Bella asked as she squeezed my hand.

  I came back to the moment and I pivoted us around until the song reached its end and the DJ changed the tune. Sam Smith’s ‘Dancing with a stranger’ came on, and I was sure this was for my benefit. Bailey had probably seen me and was laughing, having fun at my expense, and when the song’s words ‘look what you made me do,’ bounced out of the speakers, I smiled. Bailey’s sense of humor was still the fucking same. But when we turned again, I could see Bailey and Thorn arm in arm on the dance floor and I knew then that the song wasn’t aimed at me and Bella, just me specifically. It was her message to me, her telling me that I was somehow responsible for her decision to be with that fucking cunt.

  We stopped turning in circles, Bella in my arms, my eyes rigidly fixed on Bailey, her eyes rooted on mine, boring into my soul sensing the pain and misery within me. Her focus did nothing for my mood, it was like a hurricane gathering pace. Watching him have her, touch her, fucking dry humping the woman who should be mine, would have been mine, if only she’d have gotten over herself. I relished the hurt I could see on her face, the anguish pulling a smile at the corners of my lips.

  Her pain gave me life.

  Her sorrow fed my monster.

  For once, her unhappiness calmed the constant disruption that I lived with inside me.

  Jameson tapped me on the shoulder. “I do not like or trust that motherfucker,” he whisper-shouted in my ear, before nodding in the direction of his twin and her date.

  “Unfortunate.” I tried to pick up the dance moves with Bella, dropping the hint that I wasn’t interested in this line of conversation.

  “You need to talk to her before I kill him.” Jameson’s face hid the sentiment I picked up on in his words, and as I was about to shrug him off and focus on getting myself through the night unscathed Thorn left Bailey to talk to someone who approached him.

  “Looks like you’re getting your wish. I think we’re gonna head off.”

  “You can’t,” my best friend said with a scowl. “Apparently there’s a thing happening.”

  Fuck. Would this torture never end?

  Bailey moved off the dance floor, my eyes following her every move and I couldn’t resist her pull. “J, stay with Bella please.” He did not look amused by my request, and neither did his wife Kerry, or Bella.

  Dropping Bella like a hot brick I moved in the direction of Bailey. Jameson and his wife would stick to Bishop’s sister like glue, because if anyone so much as laid a finger on her and Bishop found out, they’d be the one’s mopping the poor fucker up. It really didn’t matter whose house it happened in, everyone else would just be collateral damage.

  Watching, I saw Bailey head up the stairs, her shapely legs disappearing up at the top and heading around the corner as I got to the bottom. Taking them two at a time my rage bubbled, I knew she wouldn’t want to get cornered in another bathroom with me, so I headed straight for her bedroom. I shoved a shoulder into the wood and the flimsy lock on the other side gave way. Bailey was looking at lines of coke already cut up on the mirrored top of her dressing table, her expression distracted, almost confused.

  “What the fuck?” She yelped, causing her to jump and put her hand to her chest.

  “You need to stop that.”

  “Not your fucking business.” Her jaw set with determination. “It’s just a line. It is my party, after all.” As she bent down and picked up a silver tube, I leaned forward, pushed her to the floor and swiped a hand through the white dust, scattering it everywhere like talcum powder.

  “Zane!”

  When I looked down at her on the floor, I didn’t like what I saw. Her effect on me had changed. When once she gave me peace and calm, now she did the exact opposite and I hated that she’d turned me into this perpetual miserable and moody motherfucker, someone who was always chasing away the darkness, the rain clouds, and the fucking storm.

  “Now it’s my turn to end things, only this time when I take you, you’re going to know it’s a goodbye fuck.”

  I pulled her to her feet, praying she didn’t protest. I needed this, I needed this one last thing from her and then I could close the door on her, on us. Like my house, hers was covered in glass that gave you all the fucking views. Bailey had gone one further though, with her house facing the sun she’d had a glass with a heavy tint installed. It wasn’t security glass, but it was close. Both of us could see the party goers had spilled out on her terrace. The pool glowing as the sun began to set, torches blowing in the wind. People milling about with drinks, some dancing, some chatting. When I saw Thorn appear with a group of preppy looking cunts, I wanted to murder them all.

  “What the fuck do you see in him?” I snarled.

  She tutted and smiled, but it wasn’t a sweet smile, it was Bailey smiling because she knew she was getting under my skin. I hated that she wouldn’t answer me, wouldn’t settle the uneasiness I lived with, that he somehow deserved her, and I didn’t. Spinning her around I pushed her flat against the glass. I might hate her, hate how she made me feel, but right then I wanted her, wanted to hurt her. Use her like she’d used me. Take her heart and scrunch it up like used paper and discard it.

  My dick was heavy in my pants, and when I pulled it free and squeezed it in my palm, I knew I was going to enjoy this. Kicking her feet apart wide, I pulled her hips back. “I’ll give you one concession; you can at least have it how you like it.” My mind flitted back to our time in Hawaii, remembering how she loved it rough, how as much as I wanted this to be a punishment, it might not be, and she’d probably enjoy it.

  “Look at him.”

  “No,” she bit back and tried to turn her head away.

  With one hand I held her chin and kept her facing forward, using my free hand to reach up her dress and tear her panties from her body. As my fingers made contact with her skin she gasped and again, tried to turn her head.

  “Don’t. I know you’re not that bothered. I wonder if he can sense what I’m about to do to you. Think they’ll hear you scream over the music?”

  I roughly pushed a finger between her pussy lips and straight up inside her and using my hand like a hook I pulled her hips back until she was forced to place her palms on the glass.

  “Look at that poor pathetic fucker, thinking he’s the man, when the real man is up here about to drill his woman.” Her pussy contracted and wet flooded my fingers, she might have tried to kid herself that she didn’t want this or me, but the only one lying to themselves right then was Bailey. I pushed my dick into her opening and had to close my eyes and breathe deep for a couple of seconds, the reminder of how good she felt almost too much to contend with.

  Almost.

  “Are you
going to fuck me like you hate me, Zane?”

  “I do hate you.” I don’t know where that came from, but I was sure it wasn’t the truth. “I hate that I can’t have you. I hate that I want you. I hate that you’re okay with keeping you from me.”

  That felt more like the truth.

  But even more so, I really hated how she seemed to pull truthful words from somewhere deep inside me, so I punched forward and was rewarded with a grunt from Bailey.

  “Keep your eyes on him. Every time you look at him, I want you to think about the last time we fucked, and that it was while he was down there. Bet he wouldn’t think you were so special then.”

  I was doing my best to punish her both physically and mentally, but Bailey wasn’t giving me an inch, she was letting me use her body like I wanted, and she enjoyed.

  “I would have given you the world.” I leaned forward into her, this time making her tits flatten almost impossibly against the glass. No matter how deep I got, I wanted that connection to be deeper, there was no version of this that gave me the satisfaction I craved.

  “You going to come for me? Does he do this for you? I can feel how fucking wet you are.”

  Bailey still didn’t answer me and the raging storm gathering pace wasn’t bothered in the slightest about her enjoyment. It was all about me, when I left here, I wanted her to be as destroyed as she’d left me. I needed something to rid me of the rage, she’d caused it, so she could fucking take it.

  “Fucking hold still, or I’ll keep you still myself and be creative when I do.”

  She continued to wriggle, so I fucked her with all I had and as I felt the tingle in my spine, I pulled my hand from her chin and wrapped it around her throat squeezing until she wheezed. “I need this, Bailey, and you’re going to let me take it. It’s that fucking simple.”

  Her silence was killing me, and I couldn’t hold back. “What the fuck does he have that I don’t? I have everything. I could give you everything. Tell me what you see in him.” I roared into the side of her face as I felt the first rush of cum shoot from me, yet, still she gave me nothing.