Wreaking Havoc

by Angel Steel

  Looking down between us, I moan in the back of my throat as he wraps his hand around his hardness and lines it up with my center. My head drops back onto the tiled wall, and then a scream tears from my lips as he plunges his thick rod balls-deep inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he grits out. “I can’t be gentle, Hellcat.” He pulls out of me and thrust back in hard and fast, but he doesn't stop. He holds onto my hips tightly as he enters me— in and out, over and over, again and again.

  “God, that feels so good.” He quickly raises my other arm hooking it behind his neck, his hand on my hips as he thrusts himself deeper inside of me, pulling me toward him with each movement.

  He bends his legs and slams up as I slide down on his length, my back sliding up and down the tiled wall as he continues to plow into me. I push my chest into his and moan as the hair on his chest grazes over my sensitive nipples, the friction sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core. I dig my heels into his ass firmer and clamp down as he drives up deeper.

  He continues to pound relentlessly into me, his cock thickens further deep in my depths. He lifts me up higher on his hips and steps back pulling his body from mine, all that is touching me is his hands on my hips and his cock as it sits un-movingly at my opening.

  “Watch me as I fuck you, Amelia,” he groans as he begins to slide back in, holding my hips with bruising force. I look down, and whimper as he slides forward inch by inch until he’s completely buried again. Each piercing rubs along my walls. He twists his hips to the left, hitting my g-spot. I drop my head back with a thud, moaning as he starts to move faster and deeper, twisting his hips left and right.

  His lower stomach strokes over my throbbing clit, taking me higher and higher. I tighten my legs around him, holding him there as I shift against him.

  “Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth.

  I squeeze him. Shifting my weight against the wall, as I do, his cock slides deeper, and we both moan. I wiggle again and clamp down, causing him to growl deep in his throat. He throws his head back while I latch my mouth onto his neck and suck, holding the skin with my teeth.

  “Shit!”

  Pushing me harder into the wall, I hold on tight as he picks up his speed. Thrusting up, holding me to the wall as he hammers continuously into my pussy. I let go of his neck, arching my back away pushing him even deeper as I scream out and convulse around him. He pulls me down one more time and pumps a couple more times, throws his head back and roars out his release as his hot come shoots inside of me. My arms drop from his shoulders as he stills. My head leaning against the wall, eyes closed as I breathe through my nose deeply. My heart pounding in my chest while I try to slow my breathing.

  “Jesus, Amelia,” he groans and rests his forehead against mine. A smile covers my lips, feeling his hot heavy breath against my lips. Opening my eyes, I blush, as I see him staring at me.

  My pussy throbs from both of our releases. I clench around him when he moves slightly back and can’t hold the moan as it slips from my mouth. I unhook my legs as he shifts back, removing his semi-erection from me and sliding down his body. I sway a little light-headed. His hand shoots out balancing me.

  “Are you all right?” he asks searching my face.

  I raise my hand to his cheek. “Couldn’t be better.” I smile up at him.

  A grin covers his lips. “Good.” He steps back and reaches for the soap and begins lathering it up in his hand and starts washing his chest. My eyes roam over him as the soap suds slowly start to run down his wet chest. I gulp and close my legs, pushing away the desire burning between my thighs. How could I want him again so soon? Really? That has to be the stupidest question any hot blooded woman would say to themselves. My girly parts were firing on all cylinders as I stare at the fine ass man in front of me.

  Soaking wet from head to toe, as water streams down over his firm chest, a steady flow of water falls from his left nipple. I continue to stare as my eyes drop down further, each defined ab glistening with wetness. A trail running down the center, my eyes following the path as the soap suds wash away with the water flowing down his body and stop on his semi-hard cock as it jolts when he moves. A moan lodges in my throat as his hand comes into view wrapping around his growing erection. His hand slides down his length slowly, each piercing visible to my sight. It’s like watching a movie in slow motion.

  I can’t hold the moan any longer as it spills from my lips. My eyes glued to his hand as his hand tightens, tweaking each individual piercing. My eyes shoot to his, a wicked grin covering his lips, and he steps toward me. I shake my head and push past him, quickly getting out of the shower. The cold air hits me full force, sucking the air from my lungs. His boom of laughter echoes from the shower as I quickly grab a towel and dry myself and wrap it around my body.

  The water turns off behind me and I turn around.

  Why did I have to turn around? Why didn’t I just walk out the door after I stepped out? Because I didn’t, that’s why. He steps out, water dripping everywhere off of him. He reaches out and grabs the other towel that’s hanging on the rack and lifts it to his face and begins wiping the water away.

  “Like what you see?” humor lacing in his voice as he stands there drying his arms, and not caring that he’s naked and wet in front of me.

  “Let me think on that one,” I answer and tap my finger on my cheek as I look him over considering my answer.

  He drops the towel and lunges forward. I spin around laughing loud and rip the door open and run out of the bathroom and into his room. The smile on my lips falls as I skid to a halt as someone stands in the doorway to Zane’s room carrying a tray. I shriek and quickly step back pulling the towel tighter around myself and smack into a firm wet body behind me. I still my movements as Zane’s arm encases around me from behind, pulling me back against him.

  “Masen,” Zane says with a grunt.

  “Thought I’d drop some food off since you didn’t come down.” His eyes don’t stray from me as he steps further into the room and places the tray down on the bed.

  I try to step away from Zane so I can run back into the bathroom to hide myself, but he doesn’t let me go. Masen backs away from the bed and continues to stare. My fingernails dig into Zane’s arm as Masen takes a step in our direction. Zane hisses above my head, his grip tightening around my waist. Zane clears his throat, making Masen stare straight passed me to him.

  “Sorry, I’ll leave you to it.” He turns and walks toward the door, opens it and walks straight out, closing it behind him. We both stand there in complete silence still staring at the door. Zane slowly drops his arm from around me and shifts to the side. Walking over to the dresser he opens up a drawer and pulls out a pair of sweat pants and pulls them on, and then turns back facing me.

  He holds up a T-shirt and gym shorts. “This is the best I can do until your clothes are washed.”

  I step forward quickly and pull them from his outstretched hand and practically run back into the bathroom closing the door behind me.

  Jesus! Leaning against the door, I take several deep calming breaths. Once my breathing is under control, I step away from the door and drop the towel and quickly pull on the gym shorts and T-shirt. Both slightly large for my body. I hang up the towel and stop in front of the basin, resting my hands on the counter and stare into the mirror.

  Why was Masen staring at me like that? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not meant to be in Zane’s room? Was I not meant to be here on the compound? Maybe he has never seen a half-naked woman before. I laugh at that. Yeah right! With the way Masen looks, I’m sure he’s seen his fair share and more. But why was he looking at me the way he did? I didn’t know what to think of it. Maybe I need to confront him.

  At that moment, my stomach decides to grumble. Food first. I should really ask Zane to see if he knew why Masen was acting that way toward me. Turning the tap on, I splash cold water on my face and dab it dry and open the door and walk back into the bedroom.

  Zane sits on the en
d of the bed chewing the food in his mouth as I exit the room and stop near the bed.

  “Hungry?” he asks pushing the tray toward me.

  I kneel up on the bed and sit back against the bedhead. Leaning forward I grab one of the plates on the tray and place it in front of my crossed legs and pick up a piece of chicken breast and place it in my mouth. The white meat melts in my mouth and I close my eyes enjoying the spicy taste. I chew a couple of times and open my eyes finding Zane staring at me, with a slight grin covering his lips. I blush, and swallowing the meat down. The way he’s staring at me, the fire in his eyes, I clear my throat needing to distract his thoughts and my own.

  Picking up another piece of meat off the bone. “So, can we talk about what happened in MU,” I say around a mouthful of food, watching him closely.

  He turns around and lies across the end of the bed facing me, picking at his own plate. “Sure, what part do you want to talk about?” he replies, placing a big chunk of steak in his mouth.

  I don’t know if I want to know the answer to what I’m about to ask, but I need to know. “Well, I understood most of it. But there’s one part in particular that I want to know.” I lean back and wait for him to answer.

  “Which part?” he answers without looking my way.

  “How did the drugs get into my system?” I hold my breath. I don’t hold it for long as Zane sits upright and coughs while hitting the middle of his chest. I leap forward ready to help, but he raises his hand stopping me.

  “Zane,” I say concerned, watching as he lifts his drink to his lips and swallows several mouthfuls.

  “Sorry, meat went down the wrong way,” he replies in a raspy voice, as he sips on his drink.

  Sighing, I sit back and wrap my arms around my knees and wait.

  We sit quietly together, and then he lifts his head and gazes at me and clears his throat. He doesn’t say anything as his eyes bore into mine.

  “Um, so do you know how I received the drugs?”

  He props himself up and sits upright facing me. “Yeah, I do,” that’s all he says.

  “Well?” I say a little agitated.

  “Someone injected it into you.” He spins around and gets off the bed and paces the room.

  “Okay. Do you know who did?” I let go of my knees and drop my legs flat on the bed and lay my hands in my lap, trying not to jump off the bed and follow him.

  “I did,” he grunts.

  “What?” Unsure of what he is saying.

  Suddenly he stops at the end of the bed and looks directly at me. “I was the one that injected it.”

  Wait, what? I frown at him. “You’re the one that injected me?” I hold my breath not wanting to believe the words that have been spoken.

  “Yes,” he drops his head forward.

  I jump from the bed and storm across to him. He straightens instantly and I push against his chest.

  “Why would you do that? What have I ever done to you for you to do that to me?” I shout as I slam fist after fist into his chest. He stands there taking each hit I deliver, which pisses me off more. I swing my arm back and connect with his cheek. I draw my hand back and whimper at the pain shooting through it.

  His head rotates on his shoulders and swings back and faces me. “Shit,” he grunts. “It wasn’t the full dosage. I got rid of half of it before I did,” he says and steps toward me.

  “Don’t,” I grumble holding my throbbing hand to my chest. “That’s beside the point, you still did it.”

  I watch him carefully as he stands where he is. “I had to do it, Amelia,” he says defeated and shifts back and sits on the edge of the bed, his head bowed forward.

  “Why?” I murmur, standing where I am, cradling my throbbing hand.

  “It was my initiation,” he mumbles from the bed.

  “Your initiation into what exactly?” my voice wavers slightly as I ask him.

  “Into the gang we’ve been trying to bring down. It was a test to see whether I’d do it. If I didn’t, my cover would’ve been blown and God knows what would have happened to you.” He shakes his head and continues talking, “Their boss, Carlos, is the biggest drug distributor in the state. I’ve been undercover trying to bring him and his gang down for the last year.”

  “What does that have to do with me, Zane? How did I come into all this?” I take a step toward him and stop at the side of the bed near him.

  He looks up. “Chopper has been on Carlos’ radar for the last month that we know of. He was trying to find an easier way to distribute his drugs to his buyers undetected, and the only way of doing so is through your father’s shop. Someone is placing the packages in the bikes as they go out to be delivered.”

  “Okay, but how does any of this relate to me?” I still don’t know why I’m pulled into this whole mess.

  He stands from the bed and takes the several steps and stops in front of me. “Because Chopper runs the area, Amelia. Carlos has countless times tried to buy your father’s shop from him, but he never takes the offers. Plus, your father knows a lot of people, which is why he wants it. So the only way now for him to get his drugs to his buyers is to pay a large sum of money to someone to work there and do his dirty work.” I stand there shocked at what he’s telling me.

  Shaking my head. “Who would be stupid enough to do that? Dad wouldn’t allow someone into his shop if he knew they were doing that,” I whisper and sit down on the edge of the bed.

  “Your father doesn’t know who’s doing it, Amelia. That’s why my team and I are here to find out who it is and bring them down with Carlos. But we don’t have enough intel on him to charge him yet. If we find whoever it is and link them to Carlos, we can bring him in on drug and murder charges.”

  He sits down beside me and places his hand on mine. “That’s why I need the books from your shop, Amelia. We need to go through it and see where the bikes are coming from that come in to be fixed.”

  I can’t believe what he’s saying. I turn to my side and look at him. “There’s nothing in the books about where the bikes come from. The other shops out of town call Dad and ask if he has time to fix them up and sends them our way. Once they’re done, a truck picks them up and they're gone,” I answer.

  “Someone is working for Carlos at the shop and placing the drugs in those bikes that come in, Amelia,” Zane says to me.

  “I’m not sure who it would be, Zane,” I reply as I lift my hand to my nose and pinch the bridge of it. I really have no idea who it would be at all if what Zane is telling me is true. How can it be true though? No one in their right mind would ever do this in Dad’s shop, especially if they know him personally. My mind begins to wander, and I don’t realize that I stand from the bed and move in front of him until he shifts from the bed as well and stops in front of me. He opens his mouth to say something, but I beat him to it.

  “No one at the shop is stupid enough do to what you’re telling me, Zane,” I say, stepping away from him.

  He backs away staring at me. “Amelia,” he huffs, “Trust me. Someone is placing those drugs in those bikes.”

  “How would you know for sure that that’s where the drugs are being placed?” I hiss slightly.

  He steps in front of me. “Because I’ve seen the drugs on the bikes, but haven’t seen who’s placing them there or where they're coming from.”

  I laugh. “You expect me to believe you? It could be you for all we know, Zane. You could be the one that’s putting those drugs in the bikes and want to blame someone else for it.”

  I turn away but am spun around quickly with Zane leaning down, his face in mine. “Drugs have been trafficking through Satonic for the last year and a half, Amelia. We only found out about it a year ago, so it’s not fucking me doing this shit,” he growls the last part.

  “Sorry, I don’t believe you, Zane,” I hiss and pull myself away from him and step closer to the bathroom. I glance between him and the doorway to the bathroom, and then back to him. He knows instantly what I’m going to do and moves quic
kly and blocks my escape.

  He steps forward, hands raised in front of him. “Amelia, please trust me on this. What’s happening right now at Satonic is not me or my team. It’s someone you both know and we need to find out who it is now before it’s too late.”

  I frown. “What do you mean before it’s too late, Zane?”

  He drops his hands to the side of his body and takes a step in my direction. “Either they will die of an overdose of the drug or they are taken out for good.”

  “Overdose?” I take a step back away from him.

  “What we know so far is whoever is on the list to deliver the drugs, are injected with it. Each time they make that delivery and report back, they are given another hit of it. Each dosage is higher than the last one, and they become addicted to it. So, if they want the next hit, they do the jobs as quickly as possible. If they don’t obey the instructions, they’re killed or given a substantial amount that will kill them instantly.” He steps forward directly in front of me and reaches out and cups my cheek with his hand. “Everyone at Satonic is like family to you Amelia, and to your dad. One of them is doing this and doesn’t care what they’re doing to you or your dad or anyone else there. All they’re worried about is their next hit. They don’t care who they hurt in the process, as long as they get the drug and the money that’s promised to them. That’s all that matters to them.”

  I slowly start to shake my head from side to side and step away from Zane. His hand drops from my cheek, his eyes trained on me as I stand there in front of him. Everyone at the shop is my family. None of them would ever do something like this to us or themselves. Dad always made sure that his family is taken care of. If anyone needed anything, they went to him and he sorted it out, no matter what it is.

  My head begins to throb from everything Zane has told me. I can’t get my head around the fact that he thinks someone at the shop is doing this. I know deep down that no one would ever do something like this, to us. Family sticks together no matter how much money is shoved in your face or the fact of drugs being used, my family isn’t involved in what he’s saying. He’s wrong – it’s a complete mistake. It has to be one of the drivers that come to the shop or something, not someone that works there.