by P. T. Macias
“Fuckingtastic! The girl that I’ve been thinking about all fucking week is works at the law firm! I don’t know if this is going to work,” Casper says, crossing his strong arms.
“I know that it’s not ideal for you, but I promise you that I will help you,” I say, gazing into his eyes.
“I don’t know, and I don’t remember a damn thing,” Casper says, leaning against the wall.
“What do you mean that you don’t remember anything,” I ask walking to the table. I take a seat so I can take notes.
“That’s right, just like I just fucking said! I don’t remember a damn thing of what happened that night,” Casper growls, scrubbing his face.
I look at him with the pen in my hand. I look at him, watching how his beautiful brown eyes roam all over the room thinking.
“Casper, have a seat, let me help you,” I say, in a low soft tone.
Casper looks at me, raising his eyebrow, snarling angrily.
“Like I said, I don’t fucking know what happened. I didn’t rape that bitch and I didn’t attack her! I would never hurt a woman and I sure as hell don’t need to rape a woman to fuck her. I’m sorry to say Paige that you don’t look like you believe a damn thing that I’m saying,” Casper says, walking over to the table. He pulls out the chair, turns it around and straddles it. He leans his forearms on the backrest.
“Casper, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s a matter of gathering evidence. Yes, I’m here to review everything that happened that night so the attorney can prepare for your defense. The District Attorney has evidence of you being with Ms. Frisk, and the medical report shows that she had several broken ribs, a broken nose, and her face was damaged. Your lab work shows that you had some drug in your system,” I say, tapping the pen on the legal pad.
“Fuck,” Casper says running his hand through his brown hair.
I push off the chair, only wanting to comfort Casper. I feel him so deep in my soul that it hurts seeing him like this. I know that I didn’t know him, but I do know that he’s a man of worth. He’s not a man that needs to hurt to have a woman in his arms.
I stand next to him placing my hand on his shoulder to give him support.
“I need you to walk through everything that you did that day and if possible, the day before. It’s a matter of gathering everything that we can to prove that you’re innocent,” I say, moving my hand across his back.
Casper hisses, closes his eyes, and then looks at me with confusion and need.
“You have no clue what you do to me and how humiliating it is to have the woman that I want here witnessing the lowest darkest time in my life,” Casper snarls, pushing off the chair.
He paces in the room, panting, and red-faced.
I walk over to him stopping in front of him, forcing him to stop. I grab his face, gazing into his beautiful golden-brown eyes.
“Don’t, don’t go there. You have no idea how I feel and who I am. I promise you that I know who you are and who you’re not. I’m here to help you, not to judge you. Believe me when I tell you that I see you as the man that is being wronged,” I say, gazing into his eyes.
“I don’t have a clue who framed me or why. I don’t know if I can stand having you near me and not able to hold you,” Casper says, looking at me.
I can see his truth, the light in his soul shining through his soft brown eyes.
“I believe in you Casper. Don’t push me away because I want to help you, to hold you, to be your strength,” I whispered, cupping his face.
Casper places his hands on my waist, slowly pulls me in close to him. I move up on my toes closing my eyes as I kiss him. I feel him stiffen, and then he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer. He takes over the kiss, the kiss that we never had when he had to leave.
My heart beats faster, my soul soars as I melt into him. Yes, I feel heaven in his arms. I knew that Casper is who I’ve been waiting for from the moment that I saw him.
Casper pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine.
“I don’t know if I want you to work on my case because it will hurt to see you like this. I don’t want you to see me here locked up, in the courtroom, and it’s painful to see you,” Casper says, running his hand up my back.
“Don’t go there because I will die if I’m not working on your case, doing everything in my power to help you. I know how the legal system is biased with the MC’s,” I say, looking at him.
“What do you mean that you know about the MC’s,” Casper asks, furrowing his eyebrows into a straight line.
“I have family in an MC,” I say, nodding.
“Fuck! You got to fucking kidding me! What if they’re rivals of the Anarchy Kings,” Casper says, letting go of me. He walks over to the wall, punching it.
“Casper, don’t do that! I’m sure that you’re not rivals,” I say, running to him. I hug his back, burying my face into his back.
“What do you know? What MC is your family in,” Casper asks, turning around to look at me.
“The Hades Knights MC,” I say, gazing into his eyes.
“Fuck! Sacramento, right? Yeah, we don’t have issues with them,” Casper says, pulling me into his arms.
“Yes, that’s why I’m an attorney to help all of the MC’s,” I say, nodding.
“I need you to work with my Prez because I know that they can help get evidence, proof on Candy and what happened. Tell my Prez to have Slink look at the cameras at the strip club, Candy’s apartment days before and after the setup,” Casper says, looking at me.
“Yes, I’ll do that, and I need you to tell me everything that you can,” I say, moving my hands up to his shoulders.
“I will, just let me have one more kiss,” Casper says, smiling.
Casper takes my lips, kissing me tenderly, sweetly, but quickly turns demanding, hungry. He holds me tight, turning me around pushing me against the wall. His hands move under my top, caressing my back.
A few minutes later, Casper pulls back smiling. He kisses me again taking my hand and leads me to the table.
“Ok, let me tell you everything,” Casper says, letting my hand go, he takes a seat.
“Right,” I say smiling, I slide onto the chair. I take my pen and I start taking notes.
Sixteen
Casper
I don’t know who’s visiting, but I don’t want Paige to be here. I told her not to see me as a visitor only as my counsel. I can’t handle seeing her here because I don’t want the motherfuckers to even look at her.
I walk through the pat down before being allowed to enter the visiting room. I walk through the door looking around.
I see my brother Dominic sitting at the back table in the corner.
“Hey brother,” I say, sitting in front of him.
“Hi, are you good,” Dominic asks, leaning on the table.
“Yeah, but let’s talk through our hands or something so the fuckers can read our lips,” I say, nodding.
“Sounds good. We can’t locate that fucking bitch, the stripper Candy. Slink is checking all of the cameras,” Dominic says, in a low tone. He leans on his hand, covering his lips as he talks.
“Fuck,” I say in a low tone, nodding. I lean my arms on the table, leaning my face on my hand. I cover my lips as I talk, slyly looking around the room.
“It doesn’t make sense because I know that bitch was after you since she started working at the strip club,” Dominic says, shaking his head.
“Yeah, I wonder why she picked me,” I say, rubbing my chin.
“That’s what we need to find out because I have a feeling that’s the reason that you were set up,” Dominic says, nodding.
“Fuck, you know that I didn’t even want to take her home or fuck her,” I say, clenching my jaw, covering my lips.
“Fuck, why not? Candy is hot, a bitch, but hot,” Dominic says, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Yeah, but my mind keeps thinking of the girl at the bar. I can’t fucking get her out of my head. She’s taken residence i
n my mind and soul,” I say, clenching my jaw. I cover my lips with my hand as I lean on my elbow.
“Fuck brother, that’s messed up! Why didn’t you call her,” Dominic says, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, well I didn’t get a chance to get her number since you showed up and we had to finish the run,” I say in a low tone compressing my lips in a tight line.
“Hell, you’re a slow motherfucker. That’s the first thing you do when you meet a girl that has you in knots,” Dominic says, shaking his hand.
“Right, I know that now. It’s the first time that a girl has turned me inside out. But no worries since she’s the attorney’s assistant. I’ve been seeing her when she comes to review the case,” I say, talking through my fingers. I look around the room at several motherfuckers looking over at us.
“Is that right, you’re a lucky motherfucker,” Dominic says, grinning.
“Yeah, I am. I need you to get the Prez to give Paige any information that Slink gets his hands on,” I say, looking at my brother.
“These motherfuckers are looking at us as if they know that we’re Hades Knights,” I say, leaning my head on my hand talking through my hand.
“Ok, I’m going to tell the brothers about Paige, no worries,” Dominic says, clasping his hands.
“Yeah, tell him to have the prospects look in Candy’s apartment for any evidence of what she could have put in the beer that she gave me. Because I remember that when I finished the beer, I was not able to really move, or talk. She was the one that fucked me, then I fell asleep. When I woke up later, I was confused and surprised that I was still in the apartment,” I say in a low voice moving my face to my other hand covering my lips.
“Right, got it. I need to get back in time for Church,” Dominic says, nodding.
“Right, thanks for coming,” I say, nodding.
Seventeen
Paige
“We need to start building his defense, dig up all of the facts, evidence, and witnesses. This needs to be done asap. I want you to go to the jail and see Mr. Edwards, to review the events that lead up to the moment that he lost consciousness,” Abby, says sitting on her black leather chair.
“Okay, I can do that, but I thought that you were going to go to talk to him,” I say, furrowing my eyebrows.
Abby sighs, closes her eyes, pushing her hands through her shoulder-length blonde hair.
Well, this doesn’t seem promising.
I don’t know if it’s right that she doesn’t talk to Mr. Edwards; it is the first meeting.
Wow, I want him to have the best defense that he could possibly get.
I bite my inner lower lip, trying to remain calm and professional. What I really want to do is tell her off!
Really!
This is fuckingtastic, nothing but bullshit!
Fucking Hades!
Yikes.
Yeah, I need to control my temper before I say something that I will regret.
“Yes, I do need to go to talk to Mr. Edwards to review what we have, but I’m going to need you to take additional statements, details, and so forth because I have another appointment this afternoon. Let’s get going,” Abby says, nodding pushing from her desk.
She pulls the drawer to grab her purse, closing it with her hip. She leans across the desktop to grab her cell phone and briefcase, looking around the desk.
“Okay, Paige, are you ready,” Abby says, looking at me raising her eyebrow.
“Oh yes, I have my bag,” I say, nodding. I can feel the blush race up my neck spreading over my face.
Yikes!
Oh, my lord, I hope that she doesn’t notice anything between Casper and me.
“Good to see that you’re ready,” Abby says, walking out of the office. We walk out of the building. We take our own car because she has other appointments, which is ok with me.
I’ll be able to talk to Casper after she leaves, and I hope that he’ll be more open. I get that he’s pissed off, but I believe in him.
We arrive at the jail and get in to talk to Casper fairly quickly. I look at him, as he responds to Abby’s questions looking at me every so often. I can feel the tension rolling off him.
A half hour later, Abby gets up and leaves. I look at Casper smiling.
“The attorney is odd,” Casper says, walking over to me. He pulls me up, into his arms.
“Casper, she’s really a good attorney,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Baby, I need you,” Casper says, kissing my neck.
Fucking Hades!
I want him and it’s going to be here, in this room. I would like to make love the first time somewhere else, but it’s ok.
“Yes,” I whisper, kissing him.
Casper pushes me against the wall, pulling up my skirt. His hand roams all over my legs, thighs, and then slides his fingers under my panties.
He runs his lips down my throat, kissing and sucking my skin. He pushes my shirt to the side, pulling down my bra. His hot mouth sucks my nipple.
Casper kisses me hungry, demanding devouring my moans.
He pulls away, gazing into my eyes as he moves his hand to unzip his overall, pulling out his hard cock. He pushes aside my panties, running his cock along my aching flesh.
“Yes, Casper, I need you now,” I whisper, kissing him.
Casper plunges inside my pussy, tearing through and stops.
“Fuck! Baby, I’m sorry,” Casper says, clenching his jaw.
I shake my head, grabbing his face looking into his warm eyes.
“I’m good, I need you now,” I say, kissing him.
Casper grabs my ass moving in and out slowly building up our passion. He plunges deeper, taking me fast and hard. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders.
“Casper, that feels so good,” I say, in his ear.
“Oh yes Baby,” Casper whispers, plunging deeper, pushing me over the edge. He kisses me, swallowing my moans.
Casper tenses, and releases all he has deep inside me. He holds me close, kissing me. He pulls out, pulling his t-shirt wiping me up.
He looks at a t-shirt full of our release and blood.
“Fuck! Baby, I wish it was somewhere else,” Casper whispers, adjusting my skirt and shirt. He tucks his t-shirt away and zips up his overalls.
“Hey, don’t even go there. I want you now and forever,” I say, pulling him close.
Casper buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. He kisses and sucks my neck marking me as his.
“Baby girl, you’re mine. I need to get out of here because you belong at my side as my old lady,” Casper says, kissing me deeply.
I melt into his arms, holding on tight, feeling him deeply in my soul.
“Yes, I’ll talk to your Prez tomorrow because he called and he has some information,” I say, kissing his face.
“Ok, let’s review what you have so Ms. Snobby can work on building a good defense,” Casper says, nodding.
We spend another few minutes reviewing every detail.
Eighteen
Casper
Months later.
Fuckingtastic!
I can’t believe that they convicted me to five years in California State Penitentiary for Sexual Battery, bail of twenty thousand dollars.
The fucking charge of Sexual Battery is performing the act of recklessly, intentionally cause, engage in an offensive or unwanted sexual contact to the body of a person.
It’s fucking bullshit.
I keep thinking, day and night about that night with that bitch. I have nightmares about that night and the fucking trail. I can’t fucking believe that this is happening to me.
Yeah, I’m fucking pissed off!
I walk over to the damn fucking wall to lean against the concrete slab.
The yard is full of dark soulless motherfuckers ready to plunge any makeshift dagger into your back.
I stand ready, up against the wall protecting my back. I watch the crazy son of a bitch, taunt each other. I inhale and ex
hale to help me focus on studying the son of bitches.
I can’t allow this Motherfucker to get to me. I can feel the testosterones and the evil stench emitting from the bastards.
I clench my hands tight, grinding my molars, lowering my eyelids to focus on the new Motherfucker that’s causing problems. I think these motherfuckers are stupid because only stupidity prevails in their actions. I don’t see any other reason for their actions.
My focus is on staying clean, no fuck ups in the pen because I’m getting out of here early.
Yeah, good behavior is the key in this fucking dark place.
Fuckingtastic, when I get out!
I’m getting my revenge.
I know who the Motherfucker is that framed me. It was the fucking low life from the Bay Area. When you’re in the hole you hear everything.
It’s fucking insane; I’m the Enforcer! Motherfucker messes with the wrong MC.
Nineteen
Casper
The next day.
The droplets of sweat roll down my face, dripping onto the dirty concrete floor in my cell.
My cellmate is out in the yard, but I rather stay in the room to do some exercise to pass the time. Yeah, I also work out to remain fit in this crazy place.
I can’t stand being here because I have to watch my back 24/7. Yeah, every minute that I’m here in the pen is dangerous.
They're more than one son of a bitch that wants to kill me, even though outside the Anarchy Kings MC is untouchable, revered even. But inside the pen, it’s a different story.
I sit up grabbing the towel off the concrete floor to wipe my face.
A thick arm wraps around my neck, and I feel metal being plunged into my side.
Fuckingtastic.
I’m going to die in this hell hole.
“Motherfucker,” I hear the voice next to my ear. The son of a bitch kicks my side before leaving me bleeding on the concrete floor.
Paige’s face flashes through my mind right before I blackout.