by Alexa Rynn
“I feel weird,” I told him. “Everyone is looking at me.”
“That’s because you look fucking sexy,” Trigger told me, taking the chance to look me up and down. “I mean… if you weren’t you, wouldn’t you look at you, too?” The cocky look was gone from his eyes, he wasn’t trying to spit game, he looked real and genuine. Like in his mind he was only speaking facts.
I blushed and looked away. “No, it’s because I’m with you.”
Trigger rolled his eyes and smirked. “Do you have any idea how many guys have looked at your ass since we walked in? Like this fucking asshole over here,” he motioned to a guy who was standing on the other side of the bar, looking at me. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT, ASSHOLE?”
I gasped and pushed Trigger away from him a little bit. “Stop!” I hissed.
“IF I CATCH YOU LOOKING AT HER ASS AGAIN I’LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!” He pushed away from me, twisting out of my grasp and moving closer to the guy. “DO YOU HEAR ME?”
The guy looked at Trigger, realization coming over his face when he realized who he was. A look of fear came over his face and then he took off running toward the back of the building as fast as his legs could carry him.
“What’s wrong with you?” I yelled.
“Oh, come on. He was practically drooling while he watched your ass.”
“So what? Why does it matter?” I demanded.
“It’s distrustful. You’re here with me. Out of respect for me, guys don’t need to be looking at you like your body is theirs. You could be my girlfriend for all they know.” Trigger shook his head in anger and looked deeply into my eyes.
He looked more like Danger when he was angry, the same handsome features as his brother coming out more and more. “The Ford brothers don’t have girls,” I said, pointing out common knowledge in the city.
Trigger pushed closer to me. “Trust me when I say you don’t know anything about me and my brothers, Jennifer.” He had a look in his eye I couldn’t read, one that told me pushing the matter wouldn’t be smart for me.
I sighed and backed down.
He stepped closer to me again. “You know if you’re worried about people looking at us, there is one place where they wouldn’t be able to see us.” He motioned over my shoulder to the darkness of the dance floor.
I hesitated. I really didn’t know how to dance the way some other girls in this club did. I was decent, but probably not any good compared to the kinds of girls he was used to dancing with at places like this.
“One dance,” he told me. He grabbed my hand and started to lead me toward the back of the club. My body heated up at just the touch of his hand. How was that even possible? When we reached the center of the floor, he kept guiding me further and further toward the back. It was really dark, so dark that I could barely make out the people next to us. It made me feel somewhat better that we were just faceless figures moving around in the dark.
Trigger turned me around and sunk my butt into his crotch slowly. I let myself get lost in the music, forgetting about all the people that were shocked to see me in this club with Trigger. Forgetting about the fact that I could never fit in with him and his crazy world. There, in that moment, I just let myself go with him.
I pushed my butt further back into him and Trigger clutched my hips as I worked it back and forth into his crotch. He wrapped his arms around my waist tight and I gasped when he yanked me back even further into him, grinding my ass up and down against him as fast or slow as he wanted for a few minutes.
I felt myself starting to get hot between my legs and cursed myself for being so easily influenced by him. I pulled myself out of his grasp to regain my composure and turned around to face him, grinding my hips and chest up against the front of him. He pushed me back further into the dance floor, so we were practically on the back wall of the club, hidden by the darkness.
Trigger reached around the back of me and grabbed my ass hard. “Do you have any idea how good your ass looks in that dress, mama?” He released one of my cheeks and then squeezed again to prove his point.
I gasped into his chest, liking the fact that he has his hands on me even though every voice inside of my head was reminding me how dangerous it was. I shook my head, unable to form any words.
He grabbed it a third time, releasing it only for a second to pull back and slap it full on. “It makes me crazy, especially when all these other pussy ass guys are looking at it like they want to fuck the shit out of you.”
The wetness between my legs was growing more and more by the minute. I felt his fingers starting to trace up and down the back of my legs, just underneath my dress. After a few seconds he stuck his hands up the fabric of my dress and grabbed my ass roughly.
“Damn, it’s so fat, Jennifer,” he whispered in a husky voice.
I couldn’t believe Trigger Ford was touching my butt right now, every girl in the club wished they were in my position. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. He moved his hands around to the front of my dress and started rubbing my pussy through my panties. I moaned loudly. I know I should have told him to stop, but I felt powerless in the moment.
His intense eyes were searching mine, like he owned me, and wanted every other guy in the room to know it. “You’re all wet, Jennifer,” he said in my ear, and I could tell from his tone how much that pleased him.
He pushed my panties to the side with his finger and started rubbing his smooth fingers over my slit nice and slow. My pussy was dripping now and I could see him licking his lips with his big tongue in satisfaction.
He inserted one finger and then another inside of me slowly, not waiting for my permission. I gasped as he worked his fingers in and out of my fat soaking wet pussy, finger fucking me fast and hard.
I moaned loudly over the music, not able to control myself. I couldn’t believe I was doing this in the middle of a club, but Trigger didn’t seem to mind. He seemed like it made him excited, just like anything else risky or dangerous in his life.
“Come on, sweetheart, cum. Cum all over my fucking fingers.”
I couldn’t help it, just the words alone were enough to push me over the edge and I explode all over his fingers just like he ordered. Trigger grinned in satisfaction and then pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them in his mouth, licking them slowly, so he could taste all my pussy juice. “That shit is good, too good.”
I felt myself start to blush. I couldn’t believe what I just did. In the middle of the club! On a dance floor! And with Trigger Ford of all people! What the hell had gotten into me? I would have never thought I would be the type of girl who got felt up in the back of a club.
“I need… I need water,” I said, out of breath.
Trigger nodded, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the darkness back toward the front of the room. I stared down at his hand while we walked. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
I knew I had started acting different since we left the dance floor, but it wasn’t my fault. How could I not after coming all over the place on the fingers of one of the most feared men in our state? I had just met him for fucks sake. And what kind of fucking hold did this man have over me?
I sipped my water slowly and glanced at where Trigger was talking to one of his brothers in a hushed tone on the other side of the bar. He had been hesitant to leave me when he came over, but after a second agreed to go with him. Whatever they were talking about looked intense and weird as hell.
I took the chance to check my phone.
To my surprise when I sprung it to life, I had dozens of missed calls and text messages. My heart started racing. There was only one reason so many people would try to get in touch with you so late at night and that was because they were delivering tragic news.
My mind immediately went to my mom and sisters, but it’s about the club that my girls had gone to tonight, the one I was supposed to go to. There had been a shooting there.
I glanced at Trigger again. He was shaking his head now and spitting out orders.
Realization washed over me. Trigger knew there was going to be a shooting there tonight, that was why he hadn’t wanted to let me go to the club because he was somehow involved in it.
He had murdered someone.
My pulse started racing, the same fuzzy feeling that had come over me earlier in the day returned and I felt myself turning into full on panic mode. I dropped the water on the bar, grabbed my purse, and make a run for it as fast as I could out the front door of the club.
When I reached the street I took off running. Not sure where I was going or how I was going to get there. I just knew I had to get away from Trigger Ford and his crazy life. His crime-filled life.
But something told me it was going to be easier said than done.
PART THREE
LACEY
I had to be the stupidest girl in the entire city to get myself in the situation I was in. I kneeled down further behind the shelf of supplies in the closet, being careful to not make any noise. I should have just let Lloyd come back here and get the extra napkins and silverware for the rush at lunch hour, but no. I always had to be the one in control, I always had to be the one who took care of things and fixed things.
It had started when I was younger. My dad had been murdered when I was younger; he had borrowed a bunch of money from some loan shark across town, and couldn’t deliver when it came time to pay up. They found him thrown off the top of a building two streets over from where the said loan shark lived. There had been no witnesses.
My mom was an alcoholic who had shot out two other babies with no intention of taking care of them. My baby brother and sister were 5 and 7. I had been more like their mother than sister for as long as I’d known. I had dreamed about making it after high school then coming back to pull them out of the life. As soon as I graduated from high school and our mom went missing, I knew that dream was just that: a dream.
My mom was held up with some low life somewhere; turning tricks to pay him and to get her next fix. She hadn’t been home but a handful of times in the last five years, each time stumbling in drunk and screaming nonsense. I had gotten two jobs out of high school. At first, it was to save for college but after my mom had her second baby and left her alone in front of me for hours I knew raising them was on me now and I hadn’t looked back since.
That was five years ago when I was 20. I was 25 now and still living the same life. But it was worth it, giving up my freedom for theirs. Being with me was better than being in the system, better than ending up separated. I had taken over the bills and responsibility of teaching them right from wrong.
It was all I had known. It was what I was used to. Part of why I always had to do things myself, why I always had to stay in control, never leaving my fate in anyone else’s hands, even when it came to simple things. Like getting the fucking napkins from the supply closet.
Stupid, Lacey, so stupid, I silently cursed myself.
I peeked out around the big metal shelf that I was kneeling behind. The men were still standing there, ushered in a tight circle, talking intently. There were three of them, all big, and all scary. I was overhearing things I wasn’t supposed to, things that no one outside of their small circle was supposed to hear. Things they would kill to protect.
But I was the most worried about one of them.
Link Ford.
Link Ford and his brothers were notorious for running things in our city and for being the gruesome leaders behind the most powerful MC there was; The Blazing Devils. They were personal about their business, never showing much emotion in the light, but the few stories I had heard about what went on in the darkness was enough to make the fear in me intensify at just the sight of any of them.
He was around the restaurant enough. Link. After all, he did own it. He didn’t talk to any of the employees that much besides simple small talk. He really only bothered with management. Word on the street was that the restaurant was just a front for their illegal activity.
But I had never seen anything sketchy when I had been working besides hushed conversations. I mean up until now. Plus, the restaurant paid me well, giving me as many hours as I wanted. It really helped me with the kids. I wasn’t about to start asking questions and screw up a good thing.
I looked Link up and down, he looked just as good as he did in high school, just a little more grown up and with more ink. He was dressed well, like him and his brothers always are. His deep skin was smooth and flawless, his dark hair thick but styled perfectly. He hadn’t changed much over the years, the same confidence and power followed him.
He hadn’t even known who I was in high school, but I knew who he was. Just like every other girl in our school. Plus he had hooked up with a bunch of my girls at different times throughout my high school career. Why hadn’t he hooked up with me? I wasn’t Link Ford’s type. Not even a little. Plus, I preferred relationships to hookups. (Call me old fashioned.) And everyone new the Ford brothers didn’t do relationships.
If you wanted to be with any of the Ford brothers you better be okay with the fact that it was only going to be for the night, and if you were lucky enough, maybe some other nights.
“The most important thing,” Link was saying now, “is to make sure no one else get’s hurt in the crossfire. I want a clean shot, no bystanders should be involved, only one body bag should be getting rolled out of that club tonight.”
“Right, but if it happens, it happens.” I peeked out and saw Jay shaking his head back and forth. “We can’t be worried about some idiot being in the crossfire and have TJ miss a good shot. Wasted opportunity.”
I felt myself starting to sweat. I was listening in on a murder plot with some of the most feared men in our entire state. I could get shot just for being here. People had probably gotten shot for way less.
Jay was a few years younger in school, but I had heard stories about him. Stories about people never coming home after they had gotten involved with him, it occurred to me if I wasn’t careful I could be one of those stories.
“No,” Link said, sounding like he meant it. “No one else gets hurt. We aren’t in the business of murdering just to murder.”
Jay huffed and Link reached out and put his hand on his shoulder. “Do you understand me?” The threat was evident under the service. Don’t disobey him or there would be a problem.
Jay looked into Link’s eyes for a second and then nodded. “Yeah, I got it.”
Link’s phone started ringing then. He ignored it for a second, keeping his eyes on Jay. Finally, he grabbed it out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. He shook his head. “Give me a second,” he said, disappearing into the hallway and shutting the door behind him.
Jay waited a few seconds then kicked a stray box of ketchup packets that was on the floor. Red pouches went flying everywhere. “Do you believe that? Pass up a shot. Miss an opportunity to take this rat out just because he’s standing too close to someone? It’s a fucking club, how does he think we’re gonna be able to get off a clean shot in a fucking club?”
The other guy that was with him was on his phone now, too, looking bored.
“Silk? My brother!” Jay said now, trying to get the other guy’s attention.
Silk looked up from his phone, still looking uninterested. “I don’t know why you’re getting all bitchy and worked up. The rules haven’t changed since the first time we did this, bro. Same rules, different target.”
Jay kicked another box. This time, a bunch of plastic silverware went everywhere, a few landing right next to my feet. “Maybe I’m sick of the rules. What’s the point of running the streets if every bitch and every pussy don’t run when they see you coming? Link thinks he’s the president of the United States or some shit. Being kind to some and brutal to others. Real men have no empathy for any bitch, I don’t care how many kids she has or how hard she has it. Like that bitch’s mom, he took pity on across town. What was her name? Jennifer? Yeah, Jennifer’s momma didn’t have to pay us that money she owed us because she got clean and a real job. So
fucking soft, if that was me…” he pointed his finger in the air. “Bang, bang. Point and shoot, my brother, point, and shoot.”
Silk shook his head. “There’s a reason no one on our club has been locked up in years, Jay. Because of the rules that are put in place, because of the way Link and his brothers do things.”
Jay kicked the shelf that I was hiding behind hard, sending it bouncing back and forth. I jumped back a little, scared it was going to tumble over on top of me, and stepped on a plastic fork in the process.
Fuck. I froze.
“Shh,” Jay said now, looking around the closet. “Did you hear that?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Silk said, looking down at his phone again.
“I did,” Jay said, his voice low. “Someone’s in here.”
“You’re always so paranoid, man. You know what they say about people that are paranoid, don’t you? They guilty as fuck,” Silk said, laughing.
“Shh,” Jay said, getting closer and closer to where I was kneeling behind the shelf.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Please go away, please go away, please go away.
“Gotcha.”
I opened my eyes to the barrel of a gun pointed at my face.
My vision started blurring a little, the room spinning in and out around me at a rapid pace. I looked past the gun and up into Jay’s eyes. There was nothing but coldness there.
“Get the fuck up,” Jay ordered me, a growl in his voice. “GET UP.”
I did slowly, stumbling a little as I do.
“Ah, shit,” Silk said, shaking his head back and forth.
“Paranoid, huh?” Jay said. “This little bitch has been here the whole time, listening to everything we said.”
“No,” I said, pleading. “I didn’t… I didn’t hear anything…I…”
“Shut up, you stupid cunt. Don’t waste your last words, your life is already over.” Jay smiled as he said it; like the realization made him happy. “Stupid bitch thinks she has the right to listen to anything I say. Like you’re special.”