Archer: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Rae B. Lake

  “We gotta get some food, ma chérie.”

  “I know, but it's moving to get said food that I think I’m going to have a problem with.” She laughed and groaned when she realized that even laughing was taking up a bit of energy.

  “I can go get something for you.” I sat up stretching my legs over the side of my bed. I was spent, I needed to re-fuel.

  “No, I’ll come with.” She looked down at the room, it was in disarray; at least for me. A look of despair came over her face.

  “What is it? What’s wrong?” I pulled her in my arms, I never wanted her to fear again.

  “You destroyed my clothes, I have nothing to wear.” She put her hand over her mouth and giggled.

  Her shirt was in two pieces, the bra had one strap missing. Her pants were ok but I don’t remember where I’d flung her panties.

  “Fixable.” I reached into my drawer and pulled out a t-shirt for her to wear. It was huge on her but she was covered.

  We opened the door of my room, squinting as the sun beaming through the windows assaulted our sensitive eyes.

  “There should be something to eat in the fridge, downstairs. Come.” I held my hand out and she took it walking behind me as I led the way. “We usually keep it pretty stocked, that is until Clean-”

  “Oh, Archer… Yes, yes, yes!” Clean screamed from the bar, mocking a sexy woman.

  “Mmmm yeah baby!” Larry yelled out from beside him.

  They were ribbing me, even Wire got in on the action.

  “That’s it right there, ride that dick, ride it!” He screamed in a deeper voice than he had.

  I closed my eyes as they started throwing things at us, tossing them up in the air and letting them fall to the ground around us like rice at a wedding. Not until I looked down did I see that they were throwing condoms.

  Daria turned into my chest, even the tops of her ears were bright red.

  “Hey cut it the fuck out!” I yelled at them. I pulled Daria away from my chest slightly terrified that she was crying, and I was going to have to beat the shit out of everyone standing here. My VP included. She looked up at me, a bright smile on her face, she was laughing.

  Clean walked up to her and peeled her from my chest, turning her so everyone could see her face and that she was smiling. “So tell me, is he a little man like we all suspect? I mean admit it, he’s got a small dick or something. There is no way that he can go for all those fucking hours and have a big dick. It wouldn’t be fair.”

  “Well you know what they say, life isn’t always fair. My insides agree.” She spoke boldly.

  Another round of laughter and ribbing erupted from my brothers and she laughed right along with them, occasionally turning into me to hide the embarrassed blush on her face.

  It was perfect.

  We drove by her house to pick up a few things, thankfully her roommates weren’t home. It was the middle of the day so there weren’t many people around.

  “I’ll just get some undies and stuff, some deodorant, things like that.”

  “You get whatever you need.”

  She bounced up the stairs as I followed behind her.

  I opened a drawer on her nightstand curious if she was like almost every other woman I knew, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was right. There was a small vibrator in the shape of an egg. I picked it up and closed the drawer before she could see what I was doing.

  I watched her pull a few neatly folded articles of clothing out of her drawers and reach down to pick up whatever was located in the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

  “Don’t move.”

  Daria stayed stock still, her ass sticking straight in the air. Her legs slightly apart, her hair falling down over her head.

  I walked up behind her, I let my fingertips trail over the ridges of her spine.

  “I thought we were-”

  *Tssst*

  She fell silent immediately. The tension in the room rose.

  I continued on my journey going back down the ridges of her spine. I stood behind her, her ass a little lower than my groin. I reached around her waist to the front of her jeans and undid the button. I pulled the clothes down her legs roughly. She didn’t move.

  “That’s a good girl.” I bent down to take her feet out of her jeans and underwear “You may lift your head but do not move your legs.”

  She stood up too quickly causing all the blood to rush from her head resulting in her getting a bit dizzy. I anticipated this and as she was still trying to get her equilibrium back in I turned on the vibrating egg and pressed it against her clit.

  “Oh shit!” She cried out as her legs instantly buckled beneath her. I caught her before she could fall down.

  She reached up and grabbed my arms to hold herself up, her legs shook and her nails dug into my skin as a sudden orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy juices leaked out of her and ran freely down her legs. I picked her up, placed her on the bed and took my belt, sweater and kutte off. I placed the clothes on her chair neatly and turned back to her, the belt still in my hand.

  I expected her to be scared at the sight of me half-naked with a belt in my hand but all I saw in her eyes was lust and trust. She trusted me.

  “Grab the headboard.”

  Her hands flew to the headboard, I crawled over her body and used my belt to tie her hands to the intricate design of the headboard. I pulled on it once to make sure that she was secure.

  Once I was sure that she wouldn’t get out of the binds I pulled her body straight down on her bed.

  “Ma chérie, I am a very meticulous man. I like things to be neat and tidy and it seems that you have made a mess.” I spread her legs out crawling down between them. “Do you want me to clean it up for you?”

  “Yes, please yes,” Daria answered her arms already quivering from keeping them outstretched.

  I picked up one of her legs, starting at her ankle I licked up her leg, straying when one of the trails of cum diverted from the path. I picked up the other leg and did the same. By the time I had finished, Daria was mewling, her hips twisting, her body aching for release. I turned her on her side, I wanted a good view of both the flesh of her ass and her pretty clit. I lifted one leg so that it was resting on my shoulder and I straddled the other. I was in the middle of a Daria scissor and I loved it.

  I turned on the vibrator and put it squarely on her clit, her body jerked at the sweet contact. I bent forward as much as I could causing her to turn her head and meet my gaze.

  “Don’t cum.” I let the weight of my command filter through the air. She whimpered but didn’t protest.

  Her body began to tighten up, her leg was trembling from being on my shoulder, she tried to move back to get away from the vibrating egg in my hand and try to stop from orgasming. I swatted her hard on the ass.

  “Argh.” She screamed out, her body bucking back forward to get away from the new sensation of pain, had her moving back against the vibrator.

  Her body began to shake even more. She moved back again close to orgasm, I smacked her ass even harder.

  “Fuck Archer!” Her body bucked forward again, her muscles shaking, her head rocking from side to side. “Oh my god, oh god. It’s so intense. Mmmmm,” she moaned, her body going crazy. Legs shaking, arms pulling on her restraints. She sucked in a breath, she was right at the edge. She moved back from the vibrator. I swatted her three times hard in quick succession. She cried out, pressing her clit back on the vibrator.

  “Archer, I’m going to cum. I can’t hold it. I can’t. Please. Please. Please!” She screamed her desires.

  “Beg me again.” I moved the vibrator slightly away, even the feather-light touches would be enough to push her off the edge.

  “Please, please, allow me to cum. I need it. I need you. Please!” She cried out in intense desperation. Every muscle in her body quaking.

  Within a microsecond, I flipped her back to her back, unbuttoned my pants and thrust into her. She clenched her eyes shut, wrapping her legs around m
y waist.

  “Cum,” I ordered knowing for damn sure that my own release was right there. For some reason, I couldn’t hold my load when it came to her. She was like my fucking kryptonite.

  She screamed out a garbled version of the Lord’s name and mine. She fell in a heaping mess when I finally let her release. I was right behind her. “Shit, Daria.” I arched my back as I emptied my seed into her. I pumped one or two more times to make sure that there was nothing left for me to give.

  “Hmm, I thought we were just stopping here real quick?”

  “That was really quick.” I laughed slightly as I reached up to release her from the binds above her. I stopped moving, something was happening downstairs.

  Heavy footsteps walking downstairs.

  My senses kicked into hyperdrive.

  “Archer, what's wrong? Don’t tell me you can’t get this off.” Daria chuckled at the thought.

  “Hush,” I whispered at her harshly. I listened as hard as I could. There were at least five other people in this house, heavy feet. Definitely not the girls. They were searching for something.

  “Fuck, motherfuck!” I hurriedly released Daria from her binds, placing a finger over my lips to signal her to be quiet. Her skin paled and she looked over towards the door.

  I hopped off the bed, throwing her a shirt. “Stay here, and don’t come out for shit. You understand?”

  She nodded her head.

  I opened the door to see shadows coming up the stairs. I ducked back into her room. Daria’s house was way too small and there was no furniture to hide behind. I was a god-damn sitting duck and so was she. They would kill her or do much worse. I couldn’t let that go down. I picked up my phone pressed a speed dial number.

  “Yerp!” Clean answered.

  “Listen.” I stopped talking for one second. Waiting for him to realize shit was serious.

  “Archer. Report.”

  “I’m at Daria’s house, I’m pinned in. I’ll hold them off for as long as I can. Get her out, don’t let them take her.”

  “Shit, what the fuck? No, wait. We are on the way. Hold on. Just hold on.” I could hear him screaming at people around him and then footfalls. Engines rumbling. And then wind blowing.

  “Brother, you there?” Clean yelled into his hands-free.

  “Yeah, they are coming up. Promise me you will get her the fuck out of here!” I needed to know that she was going to be safe if today was the last day that I was going to live then so be it, but I wasn’t going to let them harm her.

  “Fuck! Yeah, we got her.” The wind picked up and I ended the connection with Clean. They knew where we were and it should only take them a matter of minutes to get here.

  I turned back to see Daria crying on the bed. She was still being quiet but I could tell that she was falling to pieces.

  “Look at me, I got you, I’m not gonna let one of these motherfuckers touch you.” I reached to pick up my sweater and my kutte of the chair, I took out the gun and I put it in her hands.

  “No, no no!” She whisper screamed at me trying to push the weapon back into my hands. “I can’t, I can’t!”

  “Yes, you can! Look if they come up here before I do, I need to know that you’re going to be safe. The safety is off, and it's fully loaded. Pull back the hammer here, look at your target and shoot. Don’t be their fucking victim.”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Daria!” I asked her again in a hushed tone.

  “Yes.”

  “Stay down.” I kissed her once and walked as stealthily as I could out her room. One of the men was already on the landing. He had a Rolling Cobra vest on.

  How the fuck! I thought they were all dead, except for Thad.

  I had no time for dramatics or extra flair. I had to take them out fast. I only had my Beretta, it had nine rounds. I was sure that I would be able to take them out with that but I didn’t want to engage in a fire fight with only some drywall separating Daria from the spray of bullets. Plus bullets meant police. I didn’t have time for that shit.

  I was in the shadows waiting for the right time to strike. I saw another man making his way up the stairs. I grabbed the first man by the neck and pulled his head all the way to the left. A satisfying crunching sound let me know that he wasn’t getting back up.

  The thump of his body alerted the first one that he wasn’t up there alone.

  “He’s fucking up here, move your ass.” He charged me, a crowbar in his hands. I grabbed it from him mid swing, kicked him in the stomach to push him back and plunged the sharp end through his chest.

  Severe cardiac damage.

  I waited as two others charged up the stairs. I grabbed one pulling him flush with the gun in my hand. I fired off three shots. They were muffled by his body and he was dead before he hit the floor.

  The second man grabbed me from behind holding the gun away from his body and banging it against the wall. The weapon dropped out of my hand and skidded across the floor. I grabbed the hand that was around my neck and used my upper body weight to flip them over my back and onto the floor. I pressed my hands together in a club like fashion and swung down with all my might on his face. He screamed out in pain and brought his hands up. I picked him up by his hair and again pushed his head all the way to the left.

  I backed off his body and turned around to look for the gun. I knew there was at least one more that needed to be dealt with. Before I could get behind the love seat to get my gun, they had made it upstairs.

  “Would you fucking look at that.” Thad grabbed me by my hair hauling me off the ground and into the wall. “You dirty piece of cunt!” He swung at me over and over. I blocked what I could but he was on a mission. “You think you can kill my fucking president and get away with it. You ain’t shit! Your whole crew ain’t shit! I’ll fucking kill you!” He kept on swinging, not even phased by the blows that I was delivering back. I away from against the wall, right now I had no leverage.

  “Thad, enough.” Another man said from behind us. The tone in his voice considerably bored.

  Thad backed up from me almost instantly.

  “Ah, forgive my associate here, he has troubles with his how you say…enfado.” The man was clearly Latin in some way. He was tall, had a dark caramel complexion and wavy brown hair that tapered perfectly at the nape of his neck. A small mustache connected to a goatee. His crisp gray suit looked like it was made just for him and cuff links that shone bright, even when he wasn’t moving his hands. His accent painted over every English word that left his mouth.

  “Who the fuck are you, what the hell are you doing here?”

  “Yo?” The man in the immaculately tailored suit pointed to himself “Well I am Mr. Alejandro Vilanuevas, and I’m in need of new business partners. It seems my last ones, the lovely Rolling Cobras met a very unhappy demise. I was hoping that perhaps, the infamous Wings of Diablo would take up where they left off.”

  “Not my call, you need to speak with my President. I just work here, you assclown.”

  He glared at me, he wasn’t used to being disrespected, “Aye, entiendo.” The man walked towards the other side of the room, picking up a book that was placed in the corner and flipping through the pages as though he didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Well then, I guess I’ll just be on my way then.”

  Thad looked from me to the man making his way towards the stairs. “Fuck that, let me take him the fuck out. He killed my prez, I deserve retribution. You can’t deny me that shit. It’s my god-damn right!” Thad was screaming now, his hand on his weapon. I had nowhere to go.

  “For fuck's sake, fine, let’s go. Just make that shit quick.” Mr. Vilanuevas barked at the now mentally unstable Thad.

  “Yeah, I have been waiting for this moment. You thought you wouldn’t see your punishment, thought that shit would be swept under the rug. I was hoping that little bitch of yours would be here so she could see you bleeding out like a stuck pig but I guess this shit will have to do.” He raised his weapon a
nd I heard him pull back the hammer.

  Two clicks.

  Just as Thad was going to pull the trigger I looked to the right to see Daria out of the room with the gun drawn, pointed at Thad. I watched her pull the trigger, with her motherfucking eyes closed.

  What the fuck!

  At the very second she shot, Thad shot but her shot hit him first catching him right in the leg. The gun in his hand jerked and instead of him blowing a hole right through my chest the bullet tore through my shoulder.

  “Fuck!” It was a pain I had felt before but I would never get used to the searing heat that tore through the wound. It was like someone was stabbing me with a white-hot poker. I fell to the floor from the force of the blow. Thad was on the floor across from me grabbing at the hole in his leg.

  “Archer! Oh my god!” Daria threw the gun on the floor and tried to run to me.

  She threw a loaded weapon on the floor. What THE Fuck!

  “Espera, Espera.” Alejandro stepped in front of Daria and stopped her from getting to me. “Well, who do we have here?” He raised a hand to wipe a tear from her eyes.

  “Back the fuck up!”

  The cavalry had arrived. Prez, Wire, and Clean all were up the stairs with their guns drawn.

  “Oh, what timing!” Alejandro said, excitement easily read in his eyes. Prez raised the gun and took aim.

  “Tut, tut, tut.” He sucked his teeth at Prez clearly disappointed. “Is that how you treat guests? I hope not. That would be in such poor manners.”

  “Who the fuck are you?” Wire asked his gun still raised.

  “Aye, otra vez.” He rolled his eyes and pushed away from Daria. “I already explained all this to your man over there.”

  “Well, now you’re going to explain it the fuck to me.” Prez was the one talking now. Alejandro looked at Prez’s Kutte and broke out into a smile. “Oh, so you are El Presidente, correcto?

  “Yeah, I’m the president.”

  “Wonderful, apparently you’re the man I need to talk to. My name is Alejandro Vilanuevas and myself as well as a few of my associates over in my home in Bolivia have decided to look into this area to expand.” He clapped his hands and walked towards us. Wire pulled his gun up higher.