"Fuck, Cody. I'm gonna come." My voice hitched. I started convulsing on top of him, my mind numb. It was too much to take. Sensory overload. Waves of pleasure rushed through my whole body as I shuddered on his dick. I came once as he kept fucking me hard and then again. I clamped down on him and his cock grew inside me. I seized on him for a moment, frozen in time. My hips tried to push away and my vision blurred. I stared down to his closed eyes and clenched jaw, his cock still pumping into me and I knew he had to be close. I leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. His eyes opened.
He nodded. I buried my hips down onto him as he fisted my hair, wrapping his other arm around my back, thrusting balls deep. With a grunt, he unleashed his hot seed, clutching me tight against his chest. His hips and legs jerked. He thrust again as I felt his toes curl stiff and his breath grow shallow.
His arms went limp and then his hands ghosted across my back. Our lips met, sticky naked warmth between us as he pushed sweaty strands of hair from my face.
I stared at him adoringly, my mind floating in the clouds from the intense, intimate orgasm.
"Hi." I stared in his eyes a few inches from his face.
His lips curled and a sheepish grin formed.
"Hi." He drew in deep breaths and wrapped me up tight. I rolled onto his shoulder and fell asleep almost immediately.
We woke up the next morning entangled in each other. Flesh on flesh. I ran the tip of my index finger down Cody's arm, watching him sleep peacefully.
Sunlight poured in from between the curtains as I rose up out of bed. I slipped on a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts before walking to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. I examined myself in the mirror for any bruises he might question.
Good to go.
I rifled through his cabinets, giving up when I found the large, overwhelming assortment of imported organic coffee beans.
"What the fuck? Where's the Folgers, man?"
"Maybe I better take care of the coffee." He stood in the doorway. Even battered, bruised, scarred, he was still the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. His body may have been beaten, but it was a sight I could wake up to every morning.
He walked over and reached to the coffee-filled cupboard and shifted bags around. I took my time, working my gaze from his ass up to his back and shoulders. "This should be nice."
He turned around and caught me ogling his body.
"Eyes up here. I'm not a piece of meat."
I shook from my schoolgirl crush and smiled.
"You are if I say so." I muttered under my breath.
"What's that?"
"I said quit being a tease and get me some fucking coffee. Jesus."
He laughed.
I looked at the giant stainless steel contraption he fidgeted with.
"Yeah, I would have broken that. This is certain."
Cody lit the gas stove and walked to the refrigerator, pulling a few eggs out. He threw a few slices of bread in the toaster. I sat at the table, looking at the hills etched with trees, roads snaking through the middle of them. My mind went to Grandpa.
"What's going on today?" I glanced back to Cody.
"Relaxing."
I snuck up behind him as he cracked the eggs on the side of the pan and wrapped my arms around him. I ran my palm across his abs for my own enjoyment.
"And a lot of this." He turned around in my arms and kissed my forehead.
"That sounds amazing. I need to check on Grandpa. Can we do it at my place?"
"Sure."
I turned back to the window. Thin wisps of smoke rose from smoldering fires down in the streets.
"Is it bad down there?" Cody asked.
"Could be worse."
After breakfast, we loaded into the Mustang, taking off for the foothills. I let Cody drive. He grinned, driving the speed limit the entire way, ignoring my constant urging for him to "hammer that shit".
When we got home and walked up to the front door I inserted my key but the front door pushed open. There was no sign of struggle. I assumed Grandpa was being careless as usual. I hollered for him but there was no reply.
"Probably sleeping." I looked at Cody like nothing was wrong, but I had a bad feeling.
After a few minutes of shouting for him throughout the house, I began to pace. I ran out to the garage and counted the cars. Everything was where it usually was, nothing out of the ordinary.
I called Kyle, pacing back and forth in the living room as Cody tried to console me.
"Hello."
"Grandpa is missing! I don't know what the fuck to do!"
"What do you mean he's missing? What are you talking about?"
"He's not here, Kyle! I'm freaking out!"
"Meet me at the cafe at Eighth and Crossway. We'll figure it out.
The three of us sat in the cafe, waiting for our drinks to reach the table. We didn't plan to eat. Not while Grandpa was out there somewhere.
We watched on a TV in that hung in the corner as riots broke out in downtown Bathory. Police had lost control of Blythe Park in the center of downtown. The park seemed an easy center of refuge for rioters, now openly plundering stores in broad daylight.
"Animals," said Cody.
Kyle and I nodded in agreement.
Cody had sentimental attachments to the park and his store was only a few blocks away. It wouldn't be long before it was hit.
"At least I don't own that damn place anymore."
"Sorry to hear that, bro. I have a couple things I have to take care of. Bekah, are you okay? I can stay as long as you need me to." Kyle stood from the table.
"No, no, it's okay."
"Should we go to the cops?"
"No, I have people looking into it. I don't trust them to do a damn thing."
Cody fidgeted with his fingers. I could tell I was making him uneasy. I was worried I'd already exposed him to too much. It's why I didn't date. I reached out and grabbed Cody's hand then looked to Kyle.
"I need to make a few calls to clients. We need to run by and let Cody get some things out of the shop too. Just be careful, okay?"
"Okay, but you call me as soon as your guy calls you back. I mean it. If he calls, you call, got it? I won't be long."
I nodded but Kyle didn't seem convinced.
"You make sure she calls me." He turned to Cody.
"I will."
I followed Kyle as he walked away.
"I like him, Mags. He's good for you."
"He makes me so happy. Happier than I've ever been."
"Hey." Kyle smiled at me.
"Hey yourself. I got you and him both back in the same week. I should have known something would happen to ruin it. Things never do go right with us, do they?"
"It's made us stronger. We'll get through this and we'll find him. And sure...things got bad. Bad things happen. It's part of life."
I stilled for a moment. I couldn't believe my twin was all grown up, talking like an adult. It saddened me that I'd missed out on so many years with him. He was so put together now: full of goals, purpose. I remembered how much I used to worry about him.
"I, I can't lose him. I just can't. It's not an option."
Kyle wrapped me up in a hug.
"You'll find him. We'll find him. It's in our blood. We found each other after all these years, right?"
I smiled and latched onto him again.
"Okay."
Cody and I stood in front of the shop. It was the first time he'd been there since it was sold. I was trying so hard to be strong for him. It was obvious he was an emotional wreck. Who wouldn't be? He tried to play it off and kept asking about Grandpa. I couldn't think of anyone more selfless. He'd lost everything he cared about, but all he wanted was to comfort me. It warmed my heart and baffled me at the same time. Selfless people rarely get ahead in this fucked up world.
"You coming inside?"
"I really need to make a few phone calls. Is that okay? If you need me I will go with you, babe."
"Nah, it's okay. Give me a few min
utes. Probably better I do this alone anyway."
"Take all the time you need. We're safe now. If it looks like it might get bad I'll run in."
"If it even smells like it will be bad, you get your ass in here. Got me?"
I liked when he was forceful in the way he wanted to protect me. My entire life I was vulnerable, always to someone or something. Even now with Grandpa gone, I felt exposed. The guilt flooded back when I realized the whole reason we were at Cody's shop was my own fault. It ate at me inside. Grandpa's words kept ringing in my ears. As soon as he was found, Cody and I were going to sit down and have a discussion. After last night, I didn't want anything between us. If it meant losing him, well, at least I had one night to remember.
My pocket buzzed and a strange number appeared on the screen. I answered.
"Hello?"
"Bekah? Bekah?"
"Grandpa? Where are you? Everyone is looking for you."
His voice disappeared.
"Hello Bekah. It's been a while."
I squeezed the phone tight. I hadn't heard the voice since the night Kyle came to our rescue. The night this sick fuck cut open Cody's face. The night he had us beaten senseless, and probably would have killed us had we not escaped.
"You motherfucker."
"Don't talk. Just listen."
"Let him go."
"You know I'm not going to do that."
"What do you want? You win, okay? What do you want for him? I'll do anything."
"That's quite a proposition for me to think about."
"What do you want?" I cried into the phone as I heard a groan in the background. Knowing Kiril it could be anything, but I feared the worst.
"I know you're friends with her. I'll trade your grandfather, for her."
"Who?"
"This isn't the time to play stupid." His voice was eerie and commanding as ever.
"Who?" Tears ran down my face.
"The Matriarch."
"Nobody knows who she is."
"You do."
"Why the hell would I know her? I have no business interest with her."
"She stole from me. You used the information. One hour in the park by the main stage. You get her for me, and your grandfather lives. You don't...well, I think you have a good idea of what I'll do."
"Hey fuck you, buddy. Fuck him, Bekah. Don't listen to Scarface's bullshit."
"Quiet!" Kiril sounded royally pissed.
Grandpa could drive the calmest person mad in a matter of hours. If he wasn't making jokes, then he wasn't seriously injured. It gave me comfort.
"This guy ain't shit, Bekah. You hear me? Don't you make a deal with his sorry ass."
I heard Grandpa groan.
"Okay. I will get her. As soon as you see her, he goes free. Just don't hurt him anymore."
"One hour or he dies."
The phone clicked and they were gone.
I flipped around and Cody was still in the store. I sprinted to the Mustang. I had to. It would look bad, but I had to protect Cody.
The tires screeched under me and I saw Cody sprinting toward the door. My heart dropped as I watched him clutch his face, growing smaller in the mirror.
I typed a text to Cody as fast as possible.
'So sorry. I have to do something.'
I got one back immediately.
'Come back. I want to help.'
I gripped the phone tight in my hand. If Kiril wanted the Matriarch, he would get the Matriarch. I quickly typed out one last text.
'Have to do this alone. Sorry.'
'Okay. Be careful.'
I nearly lost it in the car. Cody trusted me. Even when I left him stranded in the middle of riots downtown. I was the worst person in the world.
The more I played his words in my head, the more they sank in. The more real they became. It was that moment, I realized I was in love with him. It was also the moment I realized it wouldn't possibly last.
Grandpa.
I needed to focus. Grandpa was all that mattered right now. I would deal with the fallout when the time came.
I punched the gas and flew through the gates into the driveway. I sped around to the garage and parked in the middle, hopped out of the car, and flew to the room that held my weapons. The garage door closed behind me, in case any of Kiril's little Family minions sat in the trees with a sniper rifles. I flipped the light switch, my tools of death and suit on display.
I stretched the top over my head and smoothed it down.
Grandpa.
I brought the wig up to my head and pulled the leather pants up over my ass. My knives looked hungry for blood as I strapped them around my waist. I reached up in my boots pressed the buttons inside to test the blades. They were good to go as I pulled them on. My mask sat in my hand and I brought it up to my face and tied it in the back. I turned around slowly to the mirror. Each time I put on the suit I became a new person. A person for criminals to fear.
"Fuck this motherfucker."
My hand unsheathed a throwing blade and I whirled. It shot across the room and hit the garage door button, sticking into it as sparks flickered to the ground. The garage door rose slowly. The setting sun illuminated my feet first and slowly radiated up my suit as the skyline came into view from the top of the hill.
Grandpa.
I flew around the curves in the Mustang when my phone rang.
"Did you get what I want?"
"She'll be there. You better let him go motherfucker."
"And when will she be here?"
"When you see bodies start dropping."
I hung up the phone as I skidded around a corner. The car hugged tight to the road, engine screaming as nightfall set in.
I parked a few blocks from downtown, hiding the car in the shadows of an alley. I crept along the side of the wall, poking my head around the building. Heat from the raging fires rushed around my face. Four men busted the glass out of a store and crawled inside. Mayhem was everywhere. People were wearing ski masks and makeshift disguises. Many of them weren't even affiliated with Ka0s. The police were barricaded behind patrol cars a few blocks down, hollering at rioters over loudspeakers as the rioters ignored their warnings.
I blended with the cityscape, running around cars and trees, hiding when anyone neared.
"These fucks will do."
The main stage was in the distance and appeared deserted. All the rioters hung out in the streets. Most of them looked younger, in their teens or twenties. They wore the Ka0s makeup, clad in tattered jeans and boots. A few sprayed graffiti on the walls of the shops they robbed.
Roughly fifty of them stood there as I emerged from the shadows. They were all hell bent on creating anarchy. One of them spotted me and froze, staring. His friends noticed, too. They looked scared, afraid to make a move.
"The CEO of Salzberg Industries is in the park. Follow me if you want real justice. Or you can keep burning innocent people's stores like a bunch of fucking pussies."
The men looked at each other. Anger and hatred filled their faces. They walked to me with purpose. If I had to kill all of them, it was fine by me.
"You really her?" One of them stared at me. I couldn't tell if he was scared or wanted to fuck me.
"The fuck do you think dummy?"
Some of them snickered.
"Alright, we'll follow you over there. Lead the way, baby."
"You don't do shit until I say so, or I'll filet your scrawny asses. Understand?"
"Fuck you, bitch! We don't take orders." I looked over to the punk fuck leaned against a brick wall, smoking a cigarette.
Without looking, my arm whipped and a knife impaled his hand against the bricks. His half-smoked cigarette fell to the street.
"Smoking is bad for you, dipshit."
All of their jaws hit the ground. The doubt vanished from their eyes.
"Now, when I give the word...have your way with these cocksuckers." I grinned at them.
"Yes ma'am." One of the younger ones smiled at me.
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nbsp; "Well, aren't you just cute." I pecked him on the cheek as I walked toward the stage. "If you see an old man with them, get him out of there. I'll reward you later." I winked as the men smiled and ogled my ass.
We neared and I could see Kiril's guards. Family fuckers. When we were within a hundred feet of Kiril's men, I motioned for my new recruits to be quiet.
There was one lone gunman hanging out on watch. I flashed past with lightning speed, quickly dismantling the man's gun. I dropped the clip to the grass, cutting his throat as blood sprayed the tree next to the Ka0s boys.
"Fucking hell." My little crush stared at me, whispering. I shot him another wink.
I crept in closer looking for my target.
Grandpa.
I could see Kiril pacing the stage. I assumed Suki held Grandpa somewhere nearby.
He had at least seventy-five guards all forming a large semicircle around him. My patience ran thin. I motioned to the men to follow me.
A backdrop of burning buildings lit the night sky as we marched toward the stage. Kiril's men took notice, their eyes growing large when they saw the gang behind me, cracking their knuckles. They had bats, chains, guns, any weapon suitable for a massacre. Kiril could order the guards to fire at any time but I knew him. He was bloodthirsty. He wanted to torture me, kill me slowly, savor the moment. Show my death to all of humanity.
He also didn't want to draw attention with gunfire. That was a sure way to give the cops just enough courage to rush the place.
I picked up the pace as we neared his men, working to a slow jog.
Kiril tilted his head sideways to crack his neck. "Kill them!"
The two armies of men sprinted at each other, weapons drawn.
Mayhem and gore ensued when we collided. Blood painted the sidewalks, screams and the ripping of flesh filled the night air. I drew my knives from my belt and began dicing up any motherfucker in my path.
I twirled, running up the side of a tree to dodge a man's attempt to stab me and came down on the back of his head, impaling his skull with the blade on my boot. "Sorry. That has to be a splitting fucking migraine."
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