by J, Bella
Alone, standing in the center of the room, I looked at the side table next to the bed. It was a diet Pepsi he left for me. He knew I wouldn’t eat, and I knew the diet Pepsi was a way for him to crack a joke about it. At least he wasn’t making such a big deal about what I ate.
“God,” I cursed, smiling, yet feeling fucking miserable.
Falling down on the bed like nothing but a sack of meat, I closed my eyes. My stomach felt heavy, my skin clammy, yet cold. There was no telling what tomorrow held in store for me, but if the dread that hugged my insides was anything to go by…it wouldn’t be anything good.
19
Granite
It was just past midnight when I walked up the stairs, beer still in hand. The guys were riled up, and rightfully so. We weren’t part of a club just for shits and giggles. We were a club because we loved the thrill. We loved the adrenaline, and most of all, we were a family. And when you fucked with anyone in this family, you got burned. And that was what the Pythons did. They fucked with our family when they killed our men, all because they wanted our business with the Sixes, a business my father spent years building. Did they really think that was something we’d surrender to them so easily? Motherfuckers.
On my way down the hall, I passed her bedroom. For a second, I stilled by the door, a part of me wanting to go inside. I wanted to check if she was sleeping, then sit in the fucking dark like a psycho and watch her body move with her rhythmic breathing while she slept. It was like fucking Xanax to me, soothed and calmed me. Sort of like watching waves when they eased onto the shore.
I leaned with my shoulder against the door, thinking about the soft little moans she would make in her sleep every now and then. It was the most beautiful sound in the world.
I chugged down the last of my beer and pushed myself off the door before walking past. Not tonight. My fucking mind was all over the place, and I could feel my control hanging by a thread. Being close to her now would’ve tipped me over the edge, and I’d end up doing something she really wasn’t ready for yet.
A psychopath with a conscience. Imagine that.
My room was a little farther from the others. It was through the kitchen, out the back door, to the right. I liked my privacy, so I had the room where you couldn’t hear people talk through the walls or hear wall-bang-fucking at two in the morning.
I walked in and shut the door, not bothering to lock it. If there was a dumb enough asshole who dared to come in here uninvited, he deserved a bullet in his chest.
The first thing I did was take out my gun, placing it on a table a few feet away from the door. Then my watch. The two knives I had hidden in my pockets, and then I placed my cut over it.
My man cave had minimal shit in it. One couch. One bed. One fridge. And a shitload of beer. What more did a man want or need?
I fell down on my couch, leaning my head back and letting out a breath when someone knocked on the door. Three knocks, light and leisurely. I knew exactly who it was and didn’t have the strength.
Sighing, I got up and opened the door, met by a dark brown lecherous gaze.
“Hi.” Thick black eyelashes batted at me, red lips pouting.
“Not tonight, Tanit.” I leaned against the door, blocking her way so she got the message that she wasn’t welcome.
Biting her bottom lip, she flipped her long dark hair over her naked shoulder, the leather corset top making it impossible to ignore the big, round tits shoved up for everyone to notice. “I saw you in the bar. You seemed like you needed a little…distraction.” The words dripped from her lips like candle wax. Slow, seductive, and meant to burn.
“I said not tonight.” About to close the door, she shot out her hand, holding it open.
“Granite, what’s going on? It’s been months…you know, since you—”
“Fucked you?” No use beating around the bush.
“Well…yeah.”
I rubbed my forehead. “You knew the deal, Tanit.”
“I know.” She held up her hands, retreating a little. “No strings. I know. I was just wondering, since it’s been so long, if we could,” she licked her cherry red lips, leering eyes raking over me, “help each other out.”
The first day she ended up in my bed, I knew it was a mistake. She was young, didn’t quite fit in, and that made her do stupid things…like get into my bed in the middle of night, naked and already smelling like wet pussy. I might have been the leader, the one who was supposed to know better, but I was also just a man with a dick. So I fucked her. And since she didn’t turn out to be the clingy, talking-out-of-the-bedroom type, I ended up fucking her a few more times after that.
I roughed my palm across my beard, the scratchy sound filling the hollow silence between us. “Listen, Tanit. I’ve been straight with you from the start.”
“I know that. And I accepted your terms.”
“Then you’ll accept my rejection tonight as well.”
Her heel clicked on the floor as she took a step back. “You don’t want me anymore?”
“Jesus, Tanit. It was never about me wanting you or not. You know that.”
She turned her head, facing away from me while nodding. “Okay. Well,” she glanced at the ground, “it was good while it lasted.” She turned and walked away.
Jesus fucking Christ. “Yo, Tanit.” I leaned out the door and looked her way.
She turned.
“You’re a good woman. You’ll find the right guy. That guy just ain’t me.”
The smile on her lips was as fake as tomorrow’s news. “Yeah.”
After closing the door, I lit a cigarette. Tanit probably hated me now, but at least I had a clear conscience by being straight with her from the start. It was her own fault if she invested more into our little fuck-fest than she should have.
Once I realized that there was a chance I could have the one woman I’d wanted for so long, I never once gave Tanit the sign that she was welcome in my bed. The prospect of having Alyx occupied every corner of my mind, and my dick ached just for her. God, I wondered what it would feel like to have her tiny body beneath me, all innocent and inexperienced. An untouched body. A tight, intact pussy. All mine. Only mine.
Just thinking about it made my cock hard.
I unzipped my pants, pulling out my dick and gripping it tight.
Alyx didn’t have big breasts, but they were perfect for her body. How would she react if I teased them with my fingertips, licked her tiny nipples with my tongue? Would she moan? Whimper and writhe on the sheets while my touch traveled down south, gently slipping a finger though her slit? Would I find her wet, needy, her pussy begging to suck me inside her?
I turned, pressing my arm against the door and leaning my head into the crook of my elbow. My hand moved, pumping my cock.
I imagined her legs all wide and spread-eagled just for me. It would be easy for her to bend and buck in any way I wanted her. That body of hers was supple, flexible, and there was no limit to how I’d be able to fuck her.
Harder. Faster. I jerked my dick, gripping tight, thinking about breaking through the barrier of her virginity. She’d cry out in pain as I entered her for the first time. There was no way her tiny body would be able to take me without feeling like it was being torn apart. At least, the first time. But her pain would result in my ultimate pleasure, her walls still firm and unyielding, wrapping around my dick and squeezing it.
Fuck.
I touched the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum around it before pumping faster. My spine was already starting to tingle as pleasure slowly spread through my rigid body. Fucking Alyx would be like nothing I had ever experienced, but everything I’d ever fantasized about…and more.
I would stare down at her, entering her, and her body would be stiff, anxious. Her blue eyes would shut as she cried out the second I tore through the piece of skin that was kept pure and unbroken just for me. But once that barrier had been broken, my cock buried deep inside her body, her pain would be replaced by the kind of pleasure onl
y I had ever given her.
I’d brush my hand against her inner thigh and push her leg open. Wider. Letting me slip in deeper. For her, there would be more pain, then more pleasure.
For me, it would just be pleasure.
My slow, steady pace would quicken, my body urging me to move faster. Harder. Her face would be contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure while I went from taking her virginity to fucking her like I owned her.
I’d know when she was close. Her body would tremble, her lips would quiver. And her moans would become louder. Until finally…she would come around my cock, milking an orgasm out of me as well.
My balls retracted, and my body erupted as I came with my hand around my cock, shooting the ribbons of cum against my motherfucking front door.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, my legs shaking beneath me. But I wasn’t satisfied. Not even close. In fact, jerking my own cock and coming while thinking of Alyx only made me want her more.
In a fit of rage mixed with frustration, I slammed my fist against the door. How long would I have to wait before I could take what was mine? I wanted to wait until she was ready, but what if she would never be ready? I’d seen the way she looked at me with equal parts lust and fear. What if the fear smothered her desire for me, her lust to be consumed by me? Then I’d wait forever, and she still wouldn’t be ready.
“Fuck!”
My fist was about to become one with my front door yet again when my phone rang. Another f-bomb dropped from my mouth as I walked over to the table, grabbing my phone.
“What?”
“We found two Python scouts.” Dutch sounded pissed.
“Where?”
I heard him take a breath.
“Dutch. Where?”
“Outside, at the back. They were trying to get in when Manic spotted them on the security cameras.”
“Motherfuckers! Take them to the garage.” I hung up. It was no longer blood swooshing through my veins, it was lava burning through bone. Fuckers crossed the line by coming here, by trying to get inside. Slither was reaching. Man was desperate because he knew he didn’t have much time until the entire fucking police force came after him for kidnapping the PC’s daughter.
Slipping on my cut, I grabbed my gun and knives. It took me fifteen seconds to rush out of my room, down the stairs, and across the courtyard. Usually, I had to focus on gaining control, work on not losing my shit whenever it came to the Pythons. But not tonight. Tonight, I was giving my rage the reins, letting it lead. Coming here to our home, trying to spy on us, was a new low for them, and there was only one way to deal with this bullshit.
The door leading to the garage slammed against the wall as I rammed it open. “Where are these fuckers?”
Dutch nodded over his shoulder. “In the back.”
“Good. Did they talk?”
“No. Maybe you can persuade them.”
Dutch stepped out of my way as I stomped to the back, wanting to look these assholes in the eye. Manic and Ink were already there, both standing guard, making sure the fuck-faces didn’t try anything stupid.
Biting my bottom lip, I pulled out my gun and aimed, pulling the trigger and planting lead in one of the fucker’s head. The sound of a small sonic boom echoed off the goddamn walls, and the guy tied to the chair next to my latest victim screamed, flinching as blood splattered on his face.
“Jesus Christ, Granite,” Ink moaned. “Would you stop doing that?”
I glanced at the fucker sitting next to the fresh corpse. Piss dripped down his thighs, pooling around his tied feet. The way his body shuddered, his lips quivering, I knew my violent display of power and control made him flip a switch. It was time to see how loyal Slither’s fuckers really were.
With my attention—and gun—turned his way, I scowled. “If you’d prefer not to end up like your friend, here, I suggest you start talking.”
Tears mixed with uncontrollable sobs painted the picture of a man about to crack under the pressure, but everyone knew when you were with an MC, you had a code. You didn’t fucking talk, no matter what. Sometimes you’d get the coward who spilled his guts like a chicken under a butcher’s knife. Other times you got the hardcore motherfuckers who would rather burn in hell than live with the shame of being a rat—not that he’d live very long, anyway. Nothing stuck like the stench of a rat, and in our world, it was something no one could outlive.
I stepped closer, aiming the gun at his head. “What were you looking for?”
He just continued to cry, not saying a word.
The muzzle of my gun dug deep into the flesh of his temple, and he winced, shivering like a fucking baby out in the cold.
“I asked you a fucking question.”
Blood oozed from his bottom lip as he bit into it, eyes shut completely. Odds were this fucker would probably sing like a boys’ choir if the right amount of pressure was applied. But I was out of patience, and to be honest, I was looking for a fucking reason to unleash my demons. A part of me hoped he would keep his motherfucking mouth shut, giving me a reason to inflict pain.
Abruptly, I dropped my aim from his temple to his foot, shooting a bullet straight through. The scream that ripped from his lungs was deafening, but fucking exhilarating. Screams turned into sobs, and sobs turned into whimpers. The adrenaline was setting in quickly, acting as a pain reliever.
As he finally managed to take a deep breath, his foot bleeding all over our garage floor, I decided it wasn’t enough. So I shot his other foot.
This time, it wasn’t screams. It was a shrill sound of pain echoing from his throat, and honestly, the noise hurt my fucking ears.
Manic laughed, but it was more like a frenzied chuckle, and the sound blended perfectly with the Python’s shrieks of pain. If someone had to stand outside these walls, they’d be convinced this was an insane asylum.
Plucking out my blade, I crouched down to be at eye level with him, not caring that I was stepping in a pool of blood. “Tell me why Slither sent you here. What does he want?”
The guy licked his chapped lips, his mouth already dry from adrenaline. “He’s looking for evidence.”
“What evidence?”
“That the girl’s here.”
“What girl?” I played dumb.
He swallowed, eyes pinched closed. “The PC’s daughter.”
I rubbed the blade of my knife across my beard, loving the sight of pain on his face. “The girl ain’t here.”
“Slither thinks she is.” He winced, his nose covered in tears and snot.
“Well, then he should have come here himself. But we all know your president doesn’t have the balls, so he sends his pissy prospects, blood he doesn’t mind sacrificing.”
The poor bastard cringed. I knew the kind of pain he was experiencing. There was a scar on my left shoulder to prove it. It started out as a hot ache, like a blister. But then the blister would turn into a searing pain that felt like it was melting your flesh, as if lava had been poured over your skin, penetrating deep as if it was searching for bone. Adrenaline would kick in, and the burn would fade to a throbbing ache, more like you had been hit by a bat rather than shot by a gun. Adrenaline was an amazing thing. The human’s most powerful asset.
Still playing with the knife in my hand, I kept my eyes on him. “What else does Slither think he knows?”
The prospect let out a tight scream, smothered by the clenching of his jaw. Sweat ran down the side of his face, and it reeked. Mixed with the stench of piss and spilled blood, it assaulted my nostrils, burning every time I inhaled.
“He knows you’re out to destroy him.”
“You only need half a brain to figure that out. Tell me something I don’t know.”
The prospect’s dark brown eyes met mine, his face no longer contorted in pain. His expression was pensive, like he was thinking of the right words to use.
“Spit it out, and I might let you leave with both your balls intact.” I nudged the tip of the knife against his crotch, some added motivation for
him to fucking talk.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “There’s a patch over.”
“When?”
“Tonight.”
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Ink straighten.
“Who?”
“I don’t know, man. Slither doesn’t include prospects when it comes to patch overs. That’s why we ended up here.”
I pushed the tip of the blade deeper into his crotch, and the man flinched as he tried to scoot up. “Who is the patch over with?” I pushed for an answer.
“I don’t know! All I know is it’s with clubs from the Bronx and Queens. Slither tried to get clubs from Manhattan, but it didn’t work.”
Dutch stepped forward. “Because Manhattan has already been patched to the Kings.”
The prospect nodded, and his head lolled down the front, fatigue starting to set in.
“You know what this means, right?” Ink crossed his arms. “If Slither manages to patch both Bronx and Queens clubs, we’ll be close to outnumbered.”
I rubbed my beard between my fingers. “Not quite. We got Manhattan, Brooklyn. And we can call in New Jersey if we have to.”
Dutch leaned over me, placing his hand on the chair’s armrest while eyeballing the prospect. “Is there anything else we should know?”
“I swear to God, I know nothing else. Slither just told us to keep an eye on you guys, see if we can spot the girl.” His breathing became more rapid and irregular, pupils dilated. He was going into shock. It might be hypovolemic from the bleeding, or neurogenic from the severe pain and stress. Did I care? No.
Removing the blade from his groin, I straightened, looking down at the poor bastard. “You sure Slither is the kind of leader you want to follow, man?”
With bloodshot eyes, ghostly pale face, the young prospect looked up at me. “Slither gave me a home when I didn’t have one. Pythons is all I know.”
I nodded. It was clear this young man’s loyalty had been misplaced. That was Slither’s thing, taking kids off the street, giving them shelter and money. He bought their loyalty. A man like Slither didn’t know the first thing about earning it. Unfortunately, this poor son of a bitch would learn the hard way that men like Slither weren’t worth selling your soul to.