by Laura Avery
He grabbed my hand and shoved his gun inside of it. “Do it,” he whispered. His gaze is locked on my eyes instead of the bloody man and the dead body on the floor.
I shook my head. “Do what?”
“Finish what you started,” Cutter told me. “You have to finish it.”
I looked up at him. “You want me to… you want me to kill him?”
He didn’t have to answer. The look on his face was answer enough.
I shook my head. “Are you nuts? I can’t… I can’t kill a man.”
Cutter turned my body toward him, cupping my chin in his hands. “Look at me. Do you trust me?” He was smearing blood all over my chin and I inhaled the stench. He ran his finger over my lips and I ran my tongue over them, tasting the red liquid. “You do, don’t you? You trust me and you don’t know why because you’ve just met me… but it’s not as crazy as you think, Grace. Feelings don’t lie and this is what has to be done.” He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear and moved closer to me. “Do it.”
The guy on the floor leaped up from the floor and made a run for the door but it was too late, I’d already pulled the gun up with shaky hands and pointed it at him.
“Do it,” Cutter ordered. “Pull the trigger, Grace.”
And with a tremble, I did.
Not once, not twice, but three clean rounds.
And then his corpse slumped to the ground.
Dead as a doornail.
Chapter Eight
CUTTER
She sat on the bed in her little skirt and shirt; blood stained her hands and face. She looked faded and confused, sick to her stomach over what she had just done. Taken the life of a man.
A man who deserved far worse.
I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.
I had had the feeling that she was special, that she was different.
Now I was positive.
Positive that I was linked to her in ways I didn’t fully understand yet.
I was so damaged and fucked up. I knew I wasn’t what she needed. A good girl like her didn’t need a guy like me. I was as bad as they came but I didn’t give a fuck. Being near her was too thrilling to care if it was right or wrong.
Since when did I give a fuck about what was right anyway?
Last time I checked it was never.
I took the gun out of her hand and rolled it back and forth between my fingers. “You did the right thing, Grace.” I moved closer to her, letting my eyes travel down her chest and stomach. “It was what needed to be done.”
“Was it?” She looked up at me, defeated. Her dark hair was sticking to her forehead and she had blood smeared all over her cheeks and lips. “How could that be right?”
I leaned down and took her hands in mine, pulling her to her feet. “Come on.” I pulled her after me gently. “Careful not to step in the blood,” I told her when we reached the two bodies in the middle of the floor.
She stepped over them and followed me wordlessly into the bathroom.
I slipped my shirt over my head and reached into the shower, turning on the hot water. “It’s going to be okay, Grace. You did good, really good.” I reached out to her and pushed her hair off her face.
Her bright eyes searched mine. She looked so damaged.
So hot.
“I… I shot him.” Her voice cracked. “I just shot him.”
I smiled. “You sure did.” I took my hands and traced over the outline of her shirt with my fingers. “It was perfect. Come on, hands up.” She hesitated for a second but then stuck her hands straight up in the air, allowing me to strip her shirt off completely.
My eyes drifted down to her boobs. They were bigger than I thought.
My cock immediately started to rise in my pants.
Her eyes traveled to the other room where the dead bodies were still visible through the open door. It was mostly a blur of dark red. I knew she was overwhelmed but it actually wasn’t that much blood, not compared to what it could have been.
I’d seen worse before.
Way worse.
“I… I…” She stuttered.
“Shhh,” I soothed her. “It’s going to be okay.”
I picked her up still in her skirt and bra and slowly set her inside of the shower. “Let me clean you up.” I climbed in after her and took in her beautiful body. She stood directly under the faucet, hot water dripping through her hair and all the way down her face.
I grabbed a washcloth off the rack and dropped a bunch of soap on it and then I started to slowly rub the blood off her body, getting her nice and clean. She didn’t speak, her eyes studying me the entire time. She looked so perfect all wet like she was placed here just for me.
She had just killed a man simply because I told her to.
It was thrilling and exciting and my body knew it.
I could barely control myself any longer.
I reached down and brushed my lips against hers.
Even through her shock and the water, I could see the blush that crept into her cheeks. The realization only made my dick happier. Good girls were the best kinds of girls.
I leaned down again and kissed her once more, harder this time.
I was hungry for her and it showed.
She gasped into my mouth and I took the opportunity to stick my tongue into her mouth and taste her fully. She was so sweet, like a lollipop that you would suck on after fucking a broad on top of the washing machine or somewhere else equally as hot.
That was the feeling she gave me just by making out.
She pulled back after a few seconds, breathing heavily. “This is wrong.”
I leaned into her, reassuring her. “Does it feel wrong, Grace?”
She bit her lip softly then shook her head. “No.”
“That’s because it’s not.”
I took her hand and placed it on the top of my jeans. “See what you do to me.” She blushed deeper and I growled in satisfaction, placing my hand on top of hers and rubbing it up and down my dick.
She rubbed it up and down slowly, water dripping in her mouth. “It’s huge,” she said it half-heartedly, like it was funny. But I saw something deeper in her eyes, she was nervous. She probably hadn’t been with that many guys and was anxious about my size.
The information only made me want her more.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I told her, smirking. I pushed her hand away and unbuckled my belt, unzipping my jeans just enough that my hard cock sprung out into action.
Her eyes grew wide at the sight of it and I chuckled.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “Go ahead.”
She still didn't move and I sighed, moving closer to her. “Grace, go ahead and taste it.” I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her head down toward my crotch.
The suspense was torture but finally, I felt her mouth around my cock, sucking it slowly. She worked her tongue in and out around my large shaft, sucking it like the good girl she was.
I moaned and it only encouraged her more, forcing more of me into her mouth. Even with her best efforts she’d only managed to take half of me but I didn't mind, she was a trooper and sucked me off for what felt like hours. Every time I was about to cum I'd take her mouth off me and regain my composure, wanting to drag it out for as long as possible.
“Look at me,” I told her, wanting to see her pretty eyes.
She looked up at me, sticking my dick in and out of her mouth.
God, she was perfect. My dick was never that hard and I wasn’t even fucking her, she was just giving me some head. I took her head in my hands and shoved myself deeper in her mouth, forcing my cock so deep into her mouth that I could feel that throat.
She gagged for a second but I held her head in place. “Shh, take it, take it.” She did, opening her mouth even wider and allowing herself to gag on top of my cock. I moaned. “Yes, good girl, good girl.” It felt so fucking good.
I throat fucked her for another few seconds and then jerked my dick out of he
r mouth, leaving her gasping for air. I grinned. She was a good girl who was a nasty wet mess right now.
Good girls who you could make act bad were my favorite.
A good girl who was bad just for me.
“Again,” I told her. “Take it again.”
She opened up and took me down her throat, letting me hold her head in place while I got off before I finally nut in her mouth. My hot cum dripped down her throat. “Swallow it,” I demanded.
And she did, every drop.
I panted heavily and pulled myself out of her mouth, too satisfied to even speak. She shot to her feet and looked at me, her face was so red.
“Did I… I mean…was that okay?”
I huffed. “Are you kidding? It was amazing.”
She smiled shyly and looked down at the shower floor.
I reached around her and cut off the water.
I had bodies to get rid of.
Chapter Nine
GRACE
Blaze looked around the bloody hotel room. “Well, if they didn’t want to wage war before they definitely will now.” He leaned over one of the lifeless bodies and studied the bullet-wrecked face. “This is Devil and his brother.” Blaze ran his hand through his dark hair.
“I know who they are,” Cutter grabbed a large bag out of the duffel bag Blaze had brought and started unfolding it across the floor. “I’m not blind.” The black bag was so big that it covered most of the carpet.
“Then you know that The Misfits are going to miss them, they’re full brothers, brothers who were probably sent here with the sole purpose of bringing Grace back to the committee. When they don’t come back they’re going to come looking for them.” Blaze shook his head. “Devil is one of their main hit men for Crist sake.”
Cutter huffed. “Some hit man, Grace took him out in a few shots.”
Blaze looked at me for the first time since he arrived. “Oh, I guess we should be grateful that you just knocked Heather out and didn’t kill her then.” He looked like the thought of me repulsed him.
“I already talked to her about that,” Cutter told him.
Which was a lie but judging by the look he shot me after he said it I was guessing that we would have a talk about it later. We’d been a little too busy to get into much else besides the dead bodies on the floor and… his huge dick in my mouth.
The thought alone was enough to send shivers up and down my spine. I had never even taken a shower with a man before and less than an hour ago I had sucked a man’s dick with a huge pool of water splashing down around me. It was a first… but this whole night was one of firsts.
I’d never killed a man before either.
The image of me pulling the trigger and sending a man down in a pile of blood flashed through my mind. Was Cutter right? Had it been the only way? It felt like it at the time, be or be killed.
They had come there to take me, to kill me. To do unthinkable things to me. So why did I still feel guilty about what had happened? I glanced at Cutter. He pulled gloves over his hands and picked up one of the feet of a body, pulling it closer to the bag.
What he had said before I shot at whoever he was had been the truth. I did trust Cutter. Yeah, he had taken me and tied me to a bed but he was only trying to protect me. If it wasn’t for him I would have been raped and killed by now, if it weren’t for him I wouldn’t even be allowed to worry about the hit man I had just murdered.
How many lives had he taken before I took his?
It took a second for me to realize that Blaze was still staring at me while Cutter was loading up the bodies into their bags. “I’m sorry about that,” I told him. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I just… I freaked out. I had to get out of there and I was scared she was going to tell Cutter I’d gotten away.”
“You should apologize to her, not me,” Blaze pointed out.
“I will,” I assured him.
I made a mental note to keep in mind that if I upset Heather in the future I would be upsetting Blaze, too. I’d dismissed Heather’s feelings as a silly schoolgirl crush earlier but now I wasn’t so sure. Maybe Blaze liked her just as much as she liked him.
I wondered how Cutter would feel about that. Something told me he wouldn’t be a fan of it. He seemed to like control too much to allow something like that to go on.
Blaze nodded, excepting my answer. “Good.”
“Good,” Cutter said, pushing one of the bodies fully into a black bag and zipping it halfway up. “Now that you two have that all worked out, would you mind helping me wrap this shit up?”
Blaze shook out of his jacket. “Throw me some gloves.”
Cutter reached for them but stopped midway. “Did you hear that?”
“Footsteps,” Blaze whispered, nodding.
“I didn’t hear anything,” I frowned.
Cutter grabbed me by the arm and yanked me off the bed. “Come on.” He opened the closet door and stuffed me inside. “Grace,” he glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. “It’s very important that no matter what you hear going on out here you don’t make a sound.”
“But…”
He held his finger to his lips and then closed the door.
The room was silent for what felt like forever before I finally heard heavy footsteps and the sound of the door swinging open. Cutter moved his body in front of the closet, blocking the tiny sliver of light that was my only sense of life beyond the door.
Blaze let out a sound of relief.
“Jesus,” Cutter said, an edge in his tone. “We thought you were here to look for your dead brothers.” He moved away from the door but only slightly. “You really didn’t have to come.”
“Of course, I had to come,” a dark male voice said. “Anytime a man is killed on our hands I have to come, Cutter.” He sounded condescending like he was speaking to a small child instead of a grown man.
“Of course, Dad.” Cutter sounded cold and uninvolved.
Dad? I reached for the doorknob on the closet but pulled back at the last minute. If Cutter wanted me out there, he would come and get me.
I heard the sound of heavy footsteps circling around the room. “What happened here? Blaze said you walked in and they were both dead?” I could hear him lean down and unzip one of the bags, inspecting the bodies.
“Yeah, I figured we better take care of the bodies before their brothers came looking for them. The longer we can keep this under wraps, the longer we have to prepare for the war that’s sure to come our way.” Cutter sounded convincing, there was no sense of deception in his voice.
It made me wonder what else he lied about if he was that good at it.
“Why would we get a war?” His father scoffed. “You came here and found a few Misfit members dead. That has nothing to do with you, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Right, like they’re going to buy that,” Blaze pointed out.
“And the girl?”
Blaze and Cutter didn’t say anything.
“Where’s the girl?” his father sounded alarmed.
“No clue,” Cutter admitted. “When I got here the place was empty.”
“Let me get this straight… we have two dead brothers and the girl they want is missing?” I heard the sound of glass breaking around them. “They are going to want her even more after this.”
“To state the obvious.” Cutter’s feet shifted further to the right.
He was shielding me.
Always the protector. The knowledge made me all warm.
The silence in the room could cut through ice. Cutter’s father was breathing so heavy that I thought his chest might explode in the middle of the room.
“We’ll find her,” Blaze said in an effort to calm him down. “We always find them.” I heard the sound of a bag being zipped back up. I realized that if Cutter’s father checked the bullet wounds he might put two and two together about who’s gun had actually delivered the deadly shots.
Cutter’s dad didn’t speak for a few se
conds. “Of course, we will find her.” He sounded calmer now. “Who the hell knew she was such a good shot?” More footsteps. “I better get back to the club.”
“We’ll keep you updated,” Blaze reassured him.
“I know you will,” Cutter’s dad told him. I could hear the sound of a hand clapping him on the back. “You’re loyal above everything else, Blaze.” I noticed he didn’t say the same to Cutter.
The door to the hotel opened. “The important thing is to find the girl and bring her in,” he paused. “And at this point, it really doesn’t matter if it’s dead or alive.”
And then the door slammed so hard the hangers in the closet shook.
***
CUTTER
Grace was being dramatic, per usual. “You’re being very dramatic.”
“Dramatic?” She threw her hands up in the air. “I’m being dramatic? You’re dad, who happens to be the president of one of the most feared MC clubs in the entire city, just told you that he wants me captured. Dead or alive, Cutter, dead or alive.”
“And are you being taken in, Grace? Dead or alive?”
She yanked back the curtain on the window and looked out. “Not yet.”
Blaze came back into the room and Grace jumped a foot off the ground.
“Just me,” he told her. “Relax. The more jumpy you are the more attention you’re going to attract to yourself.” He glanced at me. “The bodies are all loaded up.”
“Well, excuse me. I’ve never been on the run from a bunch of crime and rage filled brothers before!” She pushed her hair out of her face. It was all full of static from her time hiding in the closet.
I imagined what it would be like to push her face into the wall and hit it from the back while she was in there, hangers banging around. I would give it to her so hard that she’d have to hold on to the wall for support so she didn’t fall over.
The image excited me and I felt my bulge start to rise.
Fuck.
I willed my thoughts under control. “Blaze is right, you’re acting kind of frantic.” I poured a huge thing of bleach over the floor and started mopping at the floor with the foot of one of my boots. “Nothing has even happened to you yet. We just need to hide you out for a while until this whole thing dies down.”