She's crazy is what she is. There's no way I'll ever leave this woman unless it’s what she wants.
“I didn't want her, Nova, ask your brother, he won't lie to you. Secondly: you followed me here, why?”
“I didn't follow you here. Shepard asked me to collect the books. Asked me to go over them and make sure everything is as it should be. He's trying to involve me in his business, I guess. I didn't know you'd be here. But when I saw her touching you...” I smirk. She was jealous and then some.
Why does that make my dick hard?
I want her so fuckin' bad. Seeing her attacking Mix just for sitting on my lap, damn. I'm so fuckin' hard for her right now. I want her, I'm taking her. She's mine, and that's just the bottom fuckin' line.
“What are you doing?” She tries to push me off but her voice gives her away, she wants this as much as I do.
Grabbing her hand, I push it against the bulge in my jeans. She cups me, her eyes hungry as she licks her lips. “You got turned on watching me beat her, didn't you?”
“Nova, you have no idea.” I crush my mouth against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She grabs at me, her hands in my hair, her legs around my waist, and I press her back against the wall, grinding my erection against her hot pussy. I'm taking her right fuckin' here in the damn alleyway. Shit, I wouldn't even make it to my bike in order to take us somewhere more private!
I drop her to her feet and spin her around to face the wall. “We ain't making it home. I'm fuckin' you right here, right now.”
“Do it. Fuck me, Tank. Fuck me so hard I can't help cumming all over your fat cock.” Damn girl!
I pull back and unbuckle my belt as she pushes her jeans and panties to her knees. I can smell her arousal and it makes me dizzy.
Eyes. I see eyes watching us in the darkness. Most would warn their woman and take her out of there. Me? I just smirk at the mystery person watching us and shove my cock so hard and deep inside my girl, she screams. The eyes are probably from one of the strippers on a smoke break. Ain't gonna lie it turns me on being watched.
What is it about being watched that makes a sexual experience that much hotter? Jett and I used to get off on watching others fuck when we were younger. We got off on being watched. You become a biker and seeing others fuck becomes the norm. Any man with even half a brain cell gets a stiff cock seeing a beautiful woman getting her pussy filled.
I like being watched but all my attention is on the woman riding my dick like a damn rodeo. Stupid really. The person watching us could be an enemy, but I'm so drunk and high on sex and the feeling of her tight cunt crushing and sucking my dick, I don't give it a seconds thought. I never knew a woman who'd given birth to be this fuckin' tight afterward. Jesus! I feel like I've got my dick stuck in a powerful vacuum!
With the stranger's eyes still on us, I grab the back of Nova's neck and ram my cock into her so fast and hard she's screaming my name through her orgasm, and I'm not far behind her. My balls draw up, my stomach tightens.
“I wanna cum inside you.” I hiss out through my teeth. I don't wanna cum inside her if that's not what she wants. I didn't even think about using a condom. She feels so fuckin' good around me, I can't get enough of her! She's on the injection, we've gone without a rubber before, but it has to be her choice.
“Cum inside me, Tank! I want it. I need it!” My fingers dig into her delicate hips as I slam into her so hard her ass slams against my pubic bone with force. “Tank!” She grabs at my right wrist, she moves it to her thigh. I smirk and grab her thigh, lifting her leg a little higher. Holding both hands against the wall she pushes back against me hard and fast.
My head is buzzing, sweat is falling into my eyes, my long hair is sticking to my forehead, and I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard I'm scared I won't stop.
“I'm cumming! I'm cumming!” She screams so loud I won't be surprised if we don't have a huge audience.
I push inside her as deep as I can go and let go, I cum groaning her name. And I'm cumming so much and so hard my stomach muscles are cramping!
I drop my head against her shoulder and chuckle to myself. This woman is gonna be the death of me. “Tank?” Her voice is so low I hardly heard her. “Don't move too quickly.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Shh.” I narrow my eyes. She's acting weird. “Pull out. Slowly. And don't make it obvious that's what you're doing.” I don't know what's gotten into her, but I'll humor her. I slide my dick out of her slowly, still leaning over her, I put my dick away and fasten my belt. She pulls up her jeans and panties and tells me, “When I count to three, move five steps to the right.”
“What the hell for?”
“Trust me, Tank. Just do as I tell you! Now!” She shouts.
I move as she told me.
She spins around, a shot is fired, and my instant reaction is to pull my gun. I go for it, I don't have it.
Shit!
I knew it. I sensed it while Tank was inside of me. Someone creeping closer to us. Someone unsavory. I should have been quicker, I shouldn't have gotten so caught up in the way Tank was fucking me. But it's like the man has some crazy power over me and my body. Once he's inside of me, I can't let him pull out until he's fucked me to orgasm.
I told him what to do without making it obvious that I'd already taken his gun. He didn't even feel it. The second he moved away from me, I turned and fired two shots into the darkness, hitting something that grunted and fell down.
Don't ask me how I knew this person wanted to hurt either Tank or me, I just knew. I've had enough training to know when someone means to cause me harm, and there's no way on earth I'll ever let anyone hurt the man I love.
I think I've got whoever it is when shots start blasting off in our direction. “Tank, get down!” I call while throwing myself behind the huge industrial dumpster on the opposite side of the alleyway. Bullets fly past me, my man dives behind the cans and to my side.
“What the fuck?” He says more to himself.
“Tank, look at me.” He does, his eyes widening at the sight of his gun in my hand. He reaches for it, I snatch it away. “Don't,” I hiss. “I'm trained for this, you're not.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Nova? Trained for what?”
“Come out, come out wherever you are!”
I know that voice, he's here for me.
If he's here the other fucker won't be far away.
Shit!
“Give me my fuckin' gun so I can kill this bastard.”
“Do you trust me, Tank?” He narrows his eyes but nods his head. “Do you love me?”
“More than life itself.” I smile, lean into him and kiss him hard. “Baby, I need you to give me my gun, then get behind me. I'll cover you while you run inside and get the others.”
I can't let that happen, and he's not going to let me face the piece of shit. He's not going to leave me here. There's only one thing I can do.
“I love you, Tank.” I lean my forehead against his, kiss his lips and breathe him in. And I do what I have to do to keep him safe. I bring my hand back and smash the butt of his gun against the side his head in a place I know with cause the least damage, knocking him out. His head falls against me, he's not completely out, but enough that he won't be getting up for a few minutes. Enough time for me to end this.
“Did you think I wouldn't find you, Anna? Did you think I wouldn't find out about our kid?”
Motherfucker!
I lay Tank back against the wall, kiss him one more time and get to my feet.
I walk around the trash cans to face the motherfucker who ruined my life. The idiot who believes Ember is his child. How he can think he knows that is beyond me. There was too many of them, none of them used a condom, she could be anybody's, even his brother’s.
Keep your ears peeled and your eyes wide open, Nova. This prick did not come here alone, he's never alone. The other monster isn't too far away, you know it deep down.
Koda tries to push forward, my
giant wolf protector, who resides in my mind. He wants to protect me now. He wants to release the monster within. But I push Koda away for now and concentrate on what I need to do right now. But he's right, this pig won't be alone, his brother won’t be too far away, but I can handle it. I don't need Koda's help right now.
Thank you for always being there when I need you, but I can handle this, Koda. You can sleep right now.
Cunt features comes closer, the light from the street shining on his vile, scarred face. He's limping, I smirk, I got a shot in, right in his leg. Idiot should really get that looked at. “Looking good, Anna. I see you're still a biker’s whore.”
I roll my shoulders. Shank stands there with a vile smirk on his face. He's bigger than I remember, stocky, tall. He's still bald, still covered in tattoos, even on his pig ugly face. “I'm nobody's whore. That was my man,”
“Where is he now? Left you to fend for yourself?” He laughs. “I should have known you'd find your way here eventually.”
“To my father, you mean? Of course, I did.”
“Shame he won't get to see you again. I'm gonna kill you, Anna.” Anna. He knows now that my name is Nova, but he's always insisted on calling me Anna. “I'm gonna take my fill and then kill you. Then I'm gonna take that kid...”
I laugh. Loudly. So loudly he stands looking at me with such a confused expression on his face. I'm not scared of this prick, no matter what he did to me in the past. I'm no weak woman, I'm a trained killer for fuck’s sake. Is he really this stupid as to believe I'll go down without a fight? That I wouldn't protect my daughter in every way possible?
Even if he did manage to kill me here there's no possible way for him to get to Ember without taking on the entire Snakes Henchmen charter.
“What's funny, bitch? You're in no position...”
“Give it up, Shank. Do you really think this is gonna go the way you think it is?” I see the figures behind him, somehow, I know they're nothing to do with him and everything to do with Tank. I'd know my brother anywhere.
Shank takes a step toward me, his gun held and poised to kill. I fire a shot at his hand, it connects, he screams and drops his gun just as Jett and Red enter the alleyway.
Both men have their guns raised. This isn't their fight, it's mine. Jett knows who I really am but Red doesn't. I don't have time to pretend anymore. I need to finish this piece of crap before he does something bad and I end up losing my daughter. She'll never know this cunt, I'll make sure of that.
I'm right in front of Shank now, I can see his pig ugly face, he's holding his hand and looking up at me from his kneeling position. “Did you really think you could follow me, kill me and take my daughter? Do you have any clue who I really am?”
“You're a slut, that's what you are!”
“Wrong.” I point my gun at his head. I can't stop laughing. What the hell is wrong with me?! “You never should have come here. Where's your brother? I know he's not too far behind you. So where is he, huh?”
“Fuck you, bitch! My brother will end you for this.”
“Very doubtful. He'll never even see what's coming for him, but he'll sure know who killed him, just as you will.” Two for the price of one. Dodger won't be too far away from his brother. They travel together everywhere since their dad was killed.
Goodie. Saves me trying to search for the cunt.
This ends tonight. Only then will I be free.
“Do you honestly think you can kill me? Kill Dodger? What happens when the cops find out, who'll take care of your kid then?”
“Nova, this isn't the way.” I hold my hand up to my brother. He shouldn't even be here, but in a strange way, I'm glad he is.
“No one will find out, Shank. The mess that was you will never be found. And do you know why?” He glares at me before looking past me. Looking for his gun no doubt. No man will go down without fighting. A man inches from death will find the strength from somewhere to keep fighting. I won't give him that chance.
I kick him in the face breaking his nose on contact, sending him flying back. I straddle his chest with my gun pointed right between his eyes. “Take this to hell with you, Shank. Remember for all eternity who killed you.”
“Fuck you, bitch! You're no one! No one!”
“Wrong. I am The Exorcist.” His eyes widen, his mouth opens, I won't give him the chance to say anything. That's the worst mistake anybody could make, letting the fuckers talk and pull you in. That's why I load off three shots right between his motherfucking eyes. I have to be sure he's gone now, don't I?
I'm breathing hard and fast, adrenaline pumping through me so fast my stomach rolls. And I hear Red say, “She's The fuckin' Exorcist?!” I don't hear my brother answer, I've already got my phone to my ear.
Marlon answers on the first ring. I rattle off where I am and what I need doing, and now. He tells me ten minutes and that I should get out of there. I'll do just that. I'm going to find Dodger before he finds me.
I climb off Shank's body and flip the torch on my phone. I shine it to the ground and gather the bullet shells from around the alley. No one will ever find Shank's body. There won't be a body to find. But I won't leave any trace that we've been here. I won't let anyone pin anything on my man.
“You two, Tank's over there. I had to knock him out. He wouldn't let me do this. I had to, it was personal. Pick him up and get him back to the clubhouse.”
“You are fuckin' insane, do you know that?!”
“Yes, big brother, I know that.”
“Can't believe you knocked him out.” Red chuckles to himself.
There's nothing to laugh at, Tank is gonna be beyond pissed at me for this, but what else was I supposed to do? He might be an outlaw biker, that doesn't make him immortal.
“I assume I don't need to tell you to keep your mouth shut about what you heard here, Red?”
“No, ma'am.”
Good. I'd hate to silence him. He's a good man, plus I like his wife.
“I'll meet you back at the clubhouse.” There's one more thing I need to do, then I'll check on my man.
Kill Dodger.
Five minutes later, I pull up outside a bar on the outskirts of town. Billington's is a dive bar for the local riff-raff. I should have known Dodger would be waiting here for his brother. I tracked him here using Shank’s phone. Stupid prick’s phone is paired with his brother’s. It was almost too easy to find him.
I send him a text from Shank’s phone asking him to meet me outside. I watch him minutes later staggering out of the bar alone. These two idiots tracked me to this town, and they came alone. How do I know this? Because they're big-headed and think they don't need backup.
Stupid cunts.
I wait until he's near the turning at the corner of the building that leads to a small alleyway. He staggers while searching for his bike keys. Motherfucker thinks he's gonna ride his motorcycle drunk.
Trust me, these pricks don't give a damn about drinking and riding. No matter if they end up knocking down an innocent person and killing them. They wouldn't even stop to check, they'd carry on riding like they didn't have a care in the world.
Animals the pair of them.
Rabid.
And you know what you do with rabid animals?
You put them down.
I move through the shadows of the trees toward him. He doesn't even see me coming. I could end him right now without him knowing what hit him. But where's the fun in that? I want this piece of shit to know who killed him.
“Hello, Dodger.”
He squints into the light of the street lamp just to the left of us. “You!” He hisses between gritted teeth.
“Looking for your brother? I wouldn't bother, he's not coming.”
“Where the hell is he, you bitch!?”
“The same place you're about to go. Hell.”
He laughs, sways and presses his hand to the side of the building to hold himself up. This is hardly a fair fight, he's drunk, but he's not leaving here alive. Believe me.
“You're a dumb bitch, Anna. Didn't you get enough last time? Is that what you're here for? You're here for some more of this...”
I shake my head in disgust when he unzips his pants and gets his hard cock out. Pathetic. But if that's how he wants to play it. Fine.
I walk closer to him, he doesn't see the knife in my hand. He smirks at me. “I knew you couldn't resist.”
Thank god I'm wearing leather gloves because if I had to feel his cock in my bare hand I'd throw up. But as it is, I take him in my hand and stroke him, a smile on my face. His eyes roll, smirk on his lips. “Look at me, Dodger. Look me in the eye.” He does. And as the knife cuts through his cock they widen in shock.
My trusty knife that I carry everywhere with me is so sharp it could cut through metal, so this motherfucker’s cock is a piece of piss. Blood spurts from the stump I've created. He's so stunned he can't even scream.
I stand there with hate in my veins, anger rushing through me so badly my chest is heaving forcefully. He falls to his knees crying. “What did you do to me?”
“The same thing that should be done to all rapists, Dodger, I cut your dick off. Here,” I throw his severed cock down on his lap. “This belongs to you.”
“Help me, you crazy bitch!”
I laugh maniacally while crouching down in front of him. I grab the front of his hair and pull his head back. The fear in his eyes is my power right now, and I breathe deep the scent of it. He's shaking, slobbering as he sobs. “I was going to make this quick, but I think it'll be more fun to let you die like this. But before you go, I want you to take with you the same truth your brother took with him.”
“Please, don't kill me, Anna. I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry!”
“Take to hell the fact you were killed by The Exorcist.” Eyes widen in shock and realization. This prick’s father trained me, had men only a sadist would associate with teach me everything I know. Pity the old fuck never let his sons in on that little secret. I slice my knife across his throat, blood spurts on my face, his body twitches violently for a few seconds before it finally goes still.
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