Carnal Desire

by K. T Fisher

  My woman is looking very fuckable right now. After the shit day I've had I need her. Preferably naked and wet.

  Without another thought or word, I walk right up to her, as I do she puts away her Kindle. I grab her hand pulling her up to me, claiming her lips with mine; savoring her sweet taste. She moans against me and I hear Cowboy laugh.

  I break away from Eve to glare over at Cowboy, but then quickly smile. He's got a hand over Elizabeth’s eyes.

  As much as I want my woman right now, I can’t. I’ve got to take care of business. I look to Cowboy; his back straightens when he sees the look in my eyes. “We need to talk. Best go to Prez’s office, now”. He puts Elizabeth down gently and stands. Eve looks at me; she can tell from my tone this is serious. I can’t tell her yet; I need time to understand it myself.

  I give her a gentle kiss. “I’ll explain later baby.” She nods, drawing Elizabeth to her side, needing her close. I guess it must be some sort of maternal instinct. “Take care of mummy for me, princess,” I plant a soft kiss on Elizabeth’s forehead, her little chest filling out with pride at the important task she’s been given.

  I take a long, hungry look at my girls before leading Cowboy away. How the fuck do I tell him his best friend is dead, never mind that he betrayed the club. Fuck! Let’s just get this over with.

  ***

  Cowboy is sitting on the sofa in Prez's office, tears streaming down his face. What I've just told him has reduced this hardened biker to a crying wreck. It's taken three attempts to get him to understand I'm telling him the truth, he just can't and won't believe his best friend would betray any of us.

  Prez clears his throat, embarrassed at seeing Cowboy like this. He's one of the strongest of us. Saying that, Prez and I are hurting as well, although we were close to him, we weren't as close as him and Cowboy.

  "I just don't understand why?" He draws in a deep breath, trying to compose himself, slowly returning to the man I know. "What the fuck could have caused him to turn on us like this. I'd rather die than betray you guys and I thought he felt the same." He looks down at his hands, as though in search of the answer.

  "It has to be some form of blackmail, that's all that makes sense to me right now. But I can't think what it could be?" I look to Cowboy for the answer. He shakes his head, the suddenly something occurs to him and he sits up straight.

  "Fuck! Cassie!" He shouts, starting to rise to his feet. Prez and I turn to look at each other, neither of understanding what he's talking about. Cowboy's about to rush from the room when I pull him back.

  "Slow down brother and explain what's got you so worked up."

  "It has to be his sister, Cassie." Prez and I shake our heads. I don't think either of us even knew Disney had a sister.

  "Sister?" Prez asks.

  "Yea, she's younger than him, she's away at college. He was so fucking proud of her for making something of her life, but he was always worried she wasn't safe. He hated she was so far away from his protection. Her college is hours away from here." He pauses. She's the only thing I can think of that could explain this. Have you got his phone?"

  I shake my head. "Sorry! I was so fucked up I got out of there as soon as the crew arrived! never thought about it. I was too busy getting back here to check on my girls." Before I've finished speaking Prez is on the phone to Ice, directing him to look for the phone. I can hear the murmur of Ice's voice on the other end of the phone but not the words themselves. He's obviously asked a question as he goes quiet waiting for Prez's reply.

  "No, clean up the scene and bury him out at the usual spot." Prez's voice isn't quite as strong as it normally is I understand why. He's just refused Disney a proper burial. There'll be no club funeral for him, no wake, his picture will be taken down from the members wall and burned. It will be as though he was never a part of us. Fuck, this hurts. No matter why though, he betrayed us. This is what happens to traitors.

  Cowboy moves to protest but I put a restraining hand against his chest. Prez hangs up the phone, turning back to us.

  "I'm sorry Cowboy, you know the rules."

  "At least let me go tell his sister, make sure she's okay?" He's asking permission, but I'm pretty certain nothing either of us could say to him would stop him going right now. I feel his pain.

  Prez nods his head. "Take one of the prospects with you, make sure you're well armed. Check in when you get there and let me know what's happening, if she needs help." Cowboy thanks him, rushing from the room. Prez turns to me.

  "The cleanup crew will be back in an hour or so, I'm calling Church as soon as they get back, this shit is out of control, we need to stop it now." He slams his fist into the wall before storming from the room. I sink to the sofa, my head in my hands, wondering how the fuck we get out of this mess.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Satan

  I don’t fucking believe it! That lucky fucker isn’t dead. The wire strung between the trees worked perfectly, but it’s taken out the wrong fucking biker. I raise my gun through the gap in the bushes, but I’m too far away to get a clear shot and end this once and for all.

  Fuck!

  From my vantage point I watched in horror as that rat Disney overtook Angel and ruined my fucking plans.

  It saves me from having to get rid of him later I suppose, but it means now I’m working blind!

  I’m so fucking frustrated and annoyed right now! I need to vent this anger on someone, luckily I know a pretty little blonde that needs taking care of. She’s about an hour’s ride away from here. I get on my bike and fire it up. My hands are shaking as I gun the throttle, shaking from sheer fucking frustrated anger. I spend the ride imagining what I’m about to do to her, my cock’s hard within minutes and straining painfully against my tight denim jeans. There’s nothing that turns me on more than hearing a woman scream, and inflicting pain, although I’m pretty sure I’ll come in my pants when I finally get to watch Angel die.

  During the ride I come up with another plan. This one even sweeter than the one I’m currently riding towards. I’ve been watching those bitches at Severed, and I know their weakness. I grin, I’m going to unleash hell on those stupid fuckers, and before tonight is out I’ll have my revenge. Angel will be dead, and I’ll have fucked his whore Eve senseless in front of him.

  ***

  The open road turns into suburbs, I know where I’m going; I’ve spent a lot of time here lately. I follow the road around the estate, locating the building I want. At this time of day I’ll find her here. I know her schedule inside out. I idle the bike at the kerb; looking through the large glass window. She’s there, laughing with her friends, drinking some fancy assed coffee. Make the most of it love; it’s the last time you’ll get to do this.

  I’m going to wait until she comes out. She always leaves earlier than her friends, and that’s when I’ll grab her. For now I ease off the bike, moving to the park bench over the road where I sit and watch her. I play with the blade of my knife; it’s going to get very well acquainted with her pale skin soon.

  ***

  She stands and starts to hug her friend’s goodbye, picking up her bag and moving to the door. I move closer, deliberately bumping into her as she exits the coffee shop.

  “I’m so sorry miss, I didn’t see you there.” I sound like a fucking pussy, but it's working.

  She smiles at me. Fuck, she’s beautiful. There’s something about her. She’s classier than the whores I usually fuck. I bet she’s fucking tighter than them as well. I can’t wait to stick my dick in that sweet ass of hers.

  “It’s okay, these things happen.”

  “I wonder if you could help me, I’m looking for Cassie. Her friend said she’s normally down here at the coffee shop at this time of day. I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for her about her brother.”

  I force my face to look crestfallen.

  “What’s happened to my brother?” She gasps, “I’m Cassie.”

  “Well miss, I’m sorry but your brothers been hurt in a mot
orbike accident. He’s in a bad way. The club sent me to get you so I could take you to him.”

  She lets out a sob when I tell her about the accident, she looks around her as though seeking her friends, and I need to get her out of here before they see her through the window.

  “We need to hurry miss, we’ve just about got time for you to grab a few things so you can stay a few days with him if you want.“

  I’m banking on her being a typical broad and wanting her stuff with her. I need to get her back to her apartment to carry out the rest of my plan.

  “Okay, sure. Are we going on your bike? I guess I’ll need to change as well.”

  She still in shock, looking down at the long floaty skirt she’s wearing. I guide her over to the bike, helping her on, before turning and asking where she lives. She gives me some brief directions, it’s only a few minutes away but I already knew that. I know nearly everything about her; I’ve been following her when I haven’t been staking out the Severed clubhouse. I fire up the bike and set off in the right direction.

  She holds on tight like I'm some fucking knight in shining armor; she doesn't see the evil grin that covers my face as we drive away.

  ***

  She fumbles with her key in the lock, so I take it from her. She was quiet on the bike, but knew what she was doing. I guess she spent a lot of time on the back of her brothers’ bike growing up; she doesn’t look like old lady material.

  I let her move ahead of me into the apartment; she stumbles around for a moment or so then turns to face me.

  "Sorry, I don't know what I'm doing. Make yourself comfy and I'll go grab a few things."

  As soon as she’s turned out of sight I lock the door behind us, putting on the safety chain. Shame it’s not going to keep her safe this evening.

  I move on silent feet down the hallway, through the open door I see her throwing clothes into a bag on her bed. She’s crying quietly. She senses my presence and looks up at me.

  “How bad is he?” I have to hold back my snicker, composing myself before I reply.

  “He’s pretty bad I’m afraid, but don’t worry. I promise you’ll be joining him before the evenings over.”

  She looks confused by my odd choice of words. I reach my hands into my leather jacket, curling my fingers around the familiar object. Her eyes grow wide. She stands straight as she watches me pull out my knife. I smile at her, advancing into the room and shutting the door behind me.

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Cowboy

  My heart is thumping as I make my way to Cassie's. I can't believe what Angel and Prez have just told me. Disney was like a brother to me, we were damned close. Obviously we weren't as close as I thought or he'd have come to me. I hope I'm wrong, but the only thing I can think of that would persuade Disney to betray the club is Cassie.

  I haven't seen her for years now; Disney liked to keep her away from the club. He wanted better for her than us old farts, can't say I blame him. She'll be late teens or early twenties now from memory. I remember him telling me when she'd been accepted to college. He was so damned proud. She's getting some sort of marketing degree I think. I know he fell out with his parents over her choice of college; he wanted her to stay closer to home so he could keep an eye on her, but they let her go where she wanted. He's a typical big brother.

  I pause and take a deep breath.

  He was a typical big brother. He'd tease the shit out of her, but woe betides anyone who even looked at her the wrong way.

  I can't get my head around it, not only is he gone, but he's being buried in secret like a criminal. No service for us to say goodbye, or remember him. I won't even be allowed to mention his name back at the clubhouse anymore. All trace of him will be removed from the club's history. Like he was never part of Severed, but that's the rules of the club.

  I picture his goofy smile. I can still hear his laugh. It hurts like fuck. I can't count the number of nights me and him stayed up watching his stupid movies. We'd joke around about how many of the moves he'd tried out for real; he even threatened to go get a role in one of them once. I'd love to have seen the club members faces if he'd done that and hit play on the fucker on movie night.

  I get now why he wanted Cassie to be closer. I don't know why, call it some sixth sense, but I'm sure she's in danger. If Satan was threatening Disney with his sister then he'll be looking to tie up loose ends. I can't imagine he's in a good mood either. It's clear as shit that Angel was the target today and poor old Disney was just collateral damage. I'm going as fast as I can; weaving in and out of traffic when I come across it, but it's not fast enough. I've got at least an hour on the road yet still.

  ***

  I pull up outside Cassie's apartment. Its dark, no sign of life inside and the porch light is off as well. It's a good neighborhood, mainly small apartments for the college students, but it's normally quiet. There's a party going on at one of the apartments down the end of the street, kids flowing out on to the sidewalk, plastic cups full of god knows what in their hands and loud music thumping through the night air.

  I hope to fuck she's there. I move slowly down the path to the front door. My hackles rise as I reach it and see it's ajar. I reach for my piece from the back of my jeans and go on high alert.

  I push the door open and my heart falls. It smells like a slaughter house in here. I fumble around on the wall for the light switch. A weak light comes on over my head, fucking energy bulbs. Even though it hasn't warmed up yet there's enough light for me to realize I'm too late. There's fucking blood everywhere. A bloody hand print on the wall slides down towards the carpet, its small enough to be Cassie's. My heart stutters, but I keep walking down the hall, quietly calling out her name. It's like a horror movie has just been shot here.

  "Cassie, sweetheart, you there? It's Cowboy, Disney sent me to check on you."

  There's no answer.

  The kitchen/diner looks pretty normal to me, a few dishes in the sink from breakfast or lunch, but no obvious disturbance so I move past towards the back of the apartment and what I assume is the bedroom.

  The bedroom door is thrown wide; when I look it's actually hanging off its hinges. Looks like Cassie put up a fight at least. I step in and see more blood. There's so much of it, and it's covering every surface. I try not to breathe though my nose because the stench of blood is even stronger in this room.

  My eyes fall on the bed in the middle of the room. The sheets look like they were a pretty white and silver combination, but not anymore. Now they're a mixture of reds and pinks. Small bloody handprints are smudged everywhere. Two small handprints, right at the top of the sheets, stand out to me. They look evenly spaced and are a dark red. As if the bloodied hands where there for a while, clenching the sheets tight. I dread to think why.

  I don't like the images my mind is conjuring up. I can picture what that sick fuck did to her in here. There's no sign of her though as I stand in the doorway so I move further into the room. I cry out as I turn to the alcove that was previously hidden from my view.

  Cassie.

  She's here, but the sick fuck has nailed her upside down to the wall by her hands and feet like some twisted crucifixion. The bile rises in my throat, but I hold it back.

  I collapse onto the end of the bed, holding my head in my hands. I'm too late. I'm too fucking late.

  The last thing I could have done for my friend, and I'm too fucking late. Fat tears fall down my face. That's the second time today, but before that, I can't remember the last time I cried. I didn't even cry at my father's funeral. I'm crying for the friend I lost. I'm crying for the little girl I remember throwing up in the air, her blonde hair framing her face so she looked like an angel looking down on me, who now is hanging before me in this morbid pose.

  Her body's naked, and there are cuts everywhere. There's even that fucking S brand the fucker marks his women with. I can't leave her like this. I need to get her down, cover her up, before I call the emergency services. Shit. Can I call them? This is g
oing to bring a shit storm down on the club. I can't tell them why I came here today because we've hidden Disney's death. I'll call Prez. This is a club decision to make. I just need to get myself together before I make the call.

  ***

  It must have taken a good fifteen minutes before I pulled myself together enough to phone Prez. He's told me to stay put and he'll send a crew to clean it up. We can't report this; there's too much that has gone unreported before this. He's promised me revenge though. Satan is living on borrowed time.

  When I look at Cassie, I realize the fucker is losing it. This is the worst I've ever seen him do to anyone. Then again, what he did to Disney was new for him as well. If he's coming apart we've got a better chance at catching him. He's bound to slip up somewhere. I just hope we catch him before anyone else loses their life.