by Jaci J
Leaving Lil at the bar for a second I make sure shit is locked up for the night. Although most of these motherfuckers here I trust, you never know who might show up and God knows about them. Locking up the office door when I hear loud shouting and some raised voices coming from the back of the room. The rooms so packed I can't see who's making all the noise. Pushing my way through the crowd I look for Lil. Not five minutes away I hear bitches hollering and screaming, Jesus Christ. “What the fuck,” I grumble to myself heading back to the group. Pushing closer I see two girls fighting. Walking up to Lil I see its Peaches and Bubbles yelling at each other. Oh fuck. “You keep your skank ass cunt away from my man.” Peaches screams at Bubbles, hands flying all over the place. Lil's standing behind Peaches a few feet back not saying anything. Instantly I can tell Lil's ready to throw down. “What? He wanted a taste of what I got. That nasty shit you’re passin' off ain't keepin' your man satisfied.” The nasty Bubbles smiles sweetly at Peaches. Fucking bitches. Glaring at Gin he shrugs looking like he could give a shit. Asshole. “Hey that bitch was hangin' on me. I got rid of her, but not before Peaches saw,” he says flippantly. He's always causing shit like this with Peaches. Good fucking God. “Listen you stupid cunt stay the fuck away from my man!” The Bubbles steps up to Peaches. Here it goes. Peaches pushes Bubbles hard making her stumble back. Shit gets going good I'm smacking the shit outta the both of them. Swinging Bubbles gets a handful of Peaches hair. Landing a loud smack Peaches hits her in the cheek. “Let go my hair you fuckin' whore,” Peaches screams. This shit goes on for a minute. Slapping, scratching, hair pulling. All while Lil stands stock still watching. Arms crossed, face impassive. She's wearing her hot ass dress and those six inch fuck me heels. People forming a circle, hollering and jeering. Cali steps behind Lil and whispers in her ear. That's when I see shit change on my baby's face. With a nod she steps up. A sick smile creeps over them lips. The devil in those brown beauties. Pushing through a few people Lil walks into the cleared out circle, Cali on her heels. Walks right up to the two of them looking like she could give a fuck. Bubbles has Peaches in some bitch chock hold pulling on her hair. In a quick motion Lil snatches Bubbles up by her hair, pulling it hard. Her neck snaps back into an unnatural position. “No hair pullin' bitch,” Lil sneers in a scary voice right in Bubbles face. Peaches pushes away from Bubbles looking like she's ready for the show. That isn't a voice I've ever heard Lil use. Tossing Bubbles down she lands on her ass. Jumping up Bubbles lunges at Lil. Spinning on her heels Lil faces Bubbles, smile on that face. One solid swift hit Lil lands one right in hit in Peaches nose. Blood everywhere. Lil never fucking flinches. Lil didn't even look like she had to work for it. Bubbles stumbles back blood running from her nose and mouth. Crazy bitch comes back for more, but Lil was ready. Lil grabs the back of her neck bringing her face down to her knee. Lil's silent and composed through the entire thing. Standing there looking like a fucking angel, fighting like a man. Bubbles slumps to the floor, no fight left in her. Body limp. Down for the count. Holy motherfucking shit. Some sick fucking thrill pumping through me. That shit's got me fucking hard and hurting. My sweet fucking girl is a motherfucking bad ass.
Lil
My hand hurts instantly. I know that shit is going to hurt like hell in the morning, but right now I just don't care. I'm not one for fighting. I usually let my girls handle that. Peaches and Cali are the ones always down to fight, but I saw that bitch Bubbles fighting dirty and I couldn't have that. So I handled a bitch. She'll think twice before fighting like a bitch in my club next time. That's not how I was raised to fight. You're going to put your hands on someone else you better be ready to take a punch. Don't touch someone if you're not prepared to go rounds with them. Wiping the piece of hair away from my face that fell I catch Tank's eyes. Their bright and heated staring holes through me from a few feet away. Making his way to me he pushes people out of his way. Stitch throws an arm over my shoulder. “Shit yeah sis. Haven't seen that side of you since high school,” he chuckles looking like a proud older brother. I can hear Peaches screaming at Gin, but no one pays them any attention. They're all used to their shit so it's no fun to watch anymore. Cali's shaking her head and smiling at me. Happy smacks himself in the forehead and shakes his head. Poor guy's not one for violence. Not sure the club's the right place for him, but he's family so he's not going anywhere. Tank makes it to me. Those eyes glowing brighter as he looks at me. Reaching a hand out to my face he brushes his fingers over my cheek. “Got some blood on you baby.” Tank stares at me for a moment not saying anything. Crush bounds up to us looking happy and drunk as hell. We're stuck staring at one another. “Fuckin' hell Lil. That was awesome.” So glad I could offer some entertainment for everyone. Out of nowhere Bubbles pushes her bloodied face back towards me. Screaming and hollering nonsense. “Bitch I will get you!” Right at me she goes. Side stepping her I have to laugh. This girl has some serious heart. Making a swing for me again, I side step again. “Girl I will eat you alive,” I tell her evenly. I say it, because it's the truth. “Fuck you cunt.” Right there was her last chance. Call me a cunt and I'll land you on your back. One swift fallow though I plant my already aching fist right into her mouth. Tooth hits my knuckle and it isn’t because I missed, her tooth went through her skin. Crying she stumbles blindly into Stitch. “Bitch get lost before Lil kills your ass,” he warns her. Throwing wet bloodshot eyes at me she screams, “This ain't over. I will get you.” And I'll be waiting.
“Baby, lean back into me,” Tanks deep rough voice growls in my ear. A chill runs down my spine from his gruff voice. My heart flutters. Dragging his fingers down my sides my skin goose bumps. His hard chest and stomach leaned into my back. Pushing my body back into his he groans into my neck. “Yeah, just like that baby.” One arm snaked around to my stomach, the other gripping my waist tightly. The hot water raining down on my back. The cool tile wall at my front. Pushing all the way into me I can feel him shiver. “Oh fuck.” Kissing my shoulder he runs his tongue up my neck. Kissing and biting his way along my skin. Fucking me from behind my body pressed into the tiled shower wall. The coolness of the cold shower wall making my nipples harder. Pushing my ass back into him, my eyes close from the angle. So good, so full. Hitting the perfect spot deep inside me. Sliding in and out of me slowly he draws the pleasure out. Rubbing every angle, hitting every nerve. “Baby, please.” Pushing my hair over my shoulder he bites my ear, “hmm, so fuckin' good baby.” Pulling himself out slowly he kisses my neck sweetly. Tasting my skin. One hand on a tit, caressing softly. Slowly pulling in and out of me. Savoring every inch of my body with his hands, mouth, and dick. Touching me softly, lovingly. This Tank is sweet, but I want to be fucked right now. “Please just fuck me,” I beg. Reaching behind me I try to pull him closer. Try to get him to fuck me harder. Kissing the back of my neck I can feel his smirk. “My baby wants to be fucked huh?” he growls. Turning my head I look over my shoulder at him. “Fuck me, hard,” I plead, licking my lips. Heat in those hooded blue eyes. Pulling out of me he turns me around in a blur. Grabbing around my waist, the other hand under my thigh. Lifting me up he slams my back into the wall at the same time slamming into me. “Fuck!” Smashing his hand into the wall by my head. His other hand grips my thigh, those strong fingers digging into my skin. Pulling out slowly he slams back into me. My arms instantly around his neck. “You want to be fucked baby. I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to walk.” My eyes roll into the back of my head. My head it’s the tile wall. Tank makes me cum so hard I'm pretty fucking sure I won't be able to walk. He wins.
Laying in bed wrapped up around Tank I'm warm and comfortable. I can't walk and I don't intend to. My head rested on his hard tattooed chest. Wearing just his tee shirt my naked leg rested over his thigh. Tanks propped up in the bed, back rested against the head board. He's only wearing a pair of loose gray sweats. One of his arms wrapped around my shoulders playing with a piece of my hair and the other holding a blunt between his thumb and index finger. Stitch is sat in a
backwards chair right by the side on the bed facing us. Passing it back and forth between them they smoke. Watching Tank bring the blunt to his lips. Inhaling deeply, letting the smoke soak into his lungs. Exhaling slowly. White clouds of smoke pass his lips smoothly wafting the air in the light smell of weed. A small simple act so alluring and sexy. “Got somethin' to ask you sis. Ain't gunna like it, but gotta know.” Dragging my gaze from Tanks mouth I look to Stitch. “Okay?” I retort hesitantly. God knows what's going to be coming from his mouth. “Whatcha ya remember from the day Josh was killed. Whatcha remember 'bout Crow n' him?” Completely caught off guard by his questions I just stare into space trying to get it together. Instantly long buried images and memories flood my mind. My heart constricts painfully. A cold sweat attacks my skin. All I can see is Josh in that thermal. Body here, but he's gone. I know it. There's too much blood, too much damage to his body. “Fuck man. Really had to bring that shit up here in my room. She was good n' you go n' fuck with it.” Tanks big hand buries into my hair. Wrapping fingers around the back of my neck he squeezes carefully. “Baby, you alright?” Pulling myself out of those thoughts I focus my attention back on Tank. His eyes intent on me. “Like I told you before I don't remember a whole lot. I hadn't seen him for a month or two before that day. You know Crow steered clear of me. Why?” Taking the blunt back he takes a hit and hands it back to Tank. As he speaks the smoke escapes his mouth. “Just tryin' to piece this shit with Draco together. Wonderin' why in the fuck they're gunnin' for you, for us. You didn't over hear shit? Josh didn't tell ya nothin'?”
Shit no. Josh and I was a couple, but that's about it. He didn't talk to me like that. We spent time together occasionally. More than anything I was an in with the club and a girl to fuck. I thought I loved him, but I think it was more of liking someone desperately who wasn't nearly as invested or interested in the relationship than I was. My need for him to want me as much as I wanted him looked a lot like love to me at that age. Having been in other relationships I know that ours couldn't have been further from love. I was a possession. I was his ticket in to the club. His obsession with owning me looked a lot like love to me. Now I know differently. “Stitch you know I don't and didn't know anything. You told me more than he did. Fuck Stitch you and me spent more time together then him and I did.” Nodding he takes another hit savoring the smoke. Handing it back to Tank he gets up pushing himself off of the chair. “Alright. You think of somethin' that might help let me know.” Doing a manly hand shake thing Tank and Stitch nod at one another. Leaning down Stitch kisses my forehead and ever so slightly Tank's hold on me tightens. “You know I love ya sis. Just tryin' to take care of ya.” Stitch leaves the room and I slump into Tank. Jesus Christ I really do hate talking about Josh. As soon as the click of the door sounds Tanks eyes are on me. Concern plagues his face. His gaze warm and serious. “Nothin' n' nobody is goin' to get to you. I'll tell you that every day, if you need that I'll give it to ya. I swear on everythin' a motherfucker wants to you they're goin' through me first baby.” Since I can remember I've always had an army of family for protection. I've always had fierce mamas guarding my front. A father who ferociously protected my back. Brothers looking out for my best interest. Not once have I actually felt that safety. Leaning into Tank I wrap an arm around his middle and pull him as close as I can get him. With Tank I feel it. I can feel that safety from head to toe. “Thank you.” His eyes flare. Leaning his face towards mine he whispers, “don't ever thank me for keepin' you safe. Fuck, it's why I'm here baby. No matter the circumstance, no matter the place, or the person I'll always have your back. Until the day I'm no longer breathin' I'll be here to keep you safe.”
The kitchen smells like cinnamon and bacon, which is one of my favorite smells. French toast on the griddle. Bacon baking in the oven. Potatoes on the stove browning. Chopping onions for the potatoes at the kitchen island I look up at Cali and Peaches. Both look like they've had a rough night. Slumped in their seats. Make up smeared. Hair out to there. Peaches is wearing a sports bra and shorts. Cali still in Stitches tee. Cali's face is buried in a cup of coffee. Peaches head is rested on Cali's shoulder. Both hung over and looking like they need naps. “Shit I feel like fuckin' death,” Cali grumbles into her cup. She looks it too. “Fuck that. I feel like that cunt Bubbles's face looks like.” I can't help but laugh. Cali grins but adds, “I'm serious. You fucked her face up boo. Saw her a few hours ago. Black eye. Busted up nose, black and blue from hell. Puffy swollen lips with a big bloody split. God it's awesome. Stupid fuckin' gash.” Tank walks into the room smiling when he hears our conversation. “What 'bout gash?” he asks with a laugh. He's fallowed by Stitch on his heels. “Gash, my favorite topic,” he jokes pretending to look around the room. Cali shoots Stitch a hard glare, “shut up. No one likes nasty gash.” Waggling his eyebrows he throws a thumb to his chest and states, “this guy like nasty gash.” Laughing Tank shakes his head. “Touch gash and I'll kill you,” Cali warns Stitch grabbing the knife from my hand. Holding his hands up he leans into her. Kissing her lightly he says, “duly noted babe.” Breakfast is ready and it brought in the family. Hung over people start to filter in. Brought in by the tantalizing smell of bacon. Sitting at the big fourteen person table in the large kitchen at the club we all eat, talk loudly, and argue about nothing. Passing food around we all laugh and smile. Tank, me, Stitch, Cali, Rampage, and Tags sit on one side. Gin, Peaches, Tiny, Kiki, Happy, and Mini on the other side. My pops at one end and Leo at the other. Crush, King, and Sargent at the island bar. And of course Mary is in the kitchen insisting on cleaning up instead of eating. “Who's lovin' gash?” Happy asks no one in particular the instant his ass hits his seat. Tank laughs and Cali glares. “Gash huh? Which one?” Tags says looking around. “Me, is who loves some gash,” Leo laughs. Rampage slaps his hand on the table and bursts with a laugh. “Yes! Gash talk over breakfast. The best way to start my fuckin' day.” Peaches makes a gagging nose, “gross no gash talk while I'm eatin' unless ya want me to throw up.” That's how our breakfast goes. Talking about anything and everything inappropriate. The next hour passes in a blur of food and conversation. Partying with everyone is fun, but this is what I love.
15
Tank
It's a lazy ass Sunday around the club. Brothers hanging around playing pool, bullshitting at the bar, or working on odds and ends around the shop. A few of the girls are hanging out. Walking out back of the club I lean myself against the building. Nursing my beer I watch Lil. Her backs to me. Her body's position straight and tall. Well as tall as her little body can be. Her stance tight, legs spread. That long dark hair hanging down to the middle of her back. Hands twitching to grab onto it. Cut off jean shorts. Eyes roaming the planes and curves of her toned tanned thick legs and perfect ass. Sun glasses cover those brown beauties. Arms straights and locked. Baby's got a three-eighty in her hands pointed at a target. Smile on those plump pink lips. Pulling the trigger she unloads the clip into that target. “Perfect shot sis. Ain't forgot shit,” Gin says with a shit eatin' grin. Without saying a word she sets the gun on the upside down bucket next to her legs. A riffle leaned up against the bucket along with a few other guns. Picking up a Glock nineteen she reloads it and empties that clip. I watch that girl. Paying attention to every single curve, inch, dip, and soft square inch of her perfect body. A body I could spend countless hours exploring and working. It's a fucking sickness. The need to touch her, feel her, taste her constantly has me forever strung out on her. Throwing her hair over her shoulder she looks at me. Lips tilt into a beautiful full watt smile for me. “Baby,” her voice like pure sex. It's enough to make me hard. “Like my targets?” she asks with a little giggle. Pointing the gun at the target she smiles gleefully. Her, Gin, Rampage, and those damn zombie targets. “Teachin' Lil to kill zombies once the plague hits,” Rampage says with a serious nod. “Will you two stop fillin' her head with shit.” Jesus Christ. It's bad enough with her love of all things horror movie. The scarier the better for her. Now they've g
ot her obsessed with zombies and all that shit. “Hey motherfucker we're just preparin'. I don't wanna hear your ass bitchin' when a zombie is gnawin' off your fuckin' leg.” Gin hands Lil a shot gun next. “Because that happen we're gunna leave your ass behind and let the zombies eat you,” Gin says over his shoulder. Lil smacks his arm. “We're not leavin' Tank,” she says glaring at him. “Yeah so fuck off Gin.” Walking up behind her I wrap my arms around her middle. Kissing just behind her ear she melts right into me. “Got somethin' to do baby. I'll be back.” Nodding she turns in my arms. Throwing her arms around my neck. Still holding onto her gun. “Okay. Be careful.” She smiles softly. For a moment she looks like she wants to say something, but changes her mind. “I'll see you in a bit.”
Walking back into the club a few hours later people are moving about the place. A few brothers at the bar drinking. Some playing pool. A couple guys playing video games. I can hear guys in the shop. Club sluts scattered around with the brothers. And all I want is Lil. “Shit cleaned up with that line?” Low asks me. Nodding he slaps my shoulder happily. “Good, good brother.” Lately he's been leaving shit for me to clean up. I feel like it a test I didn't know I was taking. I feel unprepared, but there isn't shit I can do about it. “Shit done for right now?” Giving me a final nod he says, “yeah.” Walking down the long back hall to my room I can't help but feel like I'd rather be home with Lil right now. Earlier she texted saying her, Peaches, and Gin were going to run errands. So not only would I rather not be here, but I've got to be here without Lil. Kicking my door open I see her instantly. My heart hits my stomach. Lil wrapped up in blankets on my bed. My pillow curled into her. She's wearing my tee and nothing else. Instantly a smile finds my lips. My heart stutters. Pure unfiltered happiness settles in over me. Leaning against the door frame I take her in. Today her hair is in a mess of curls. Usually it's long and straight, but today it's wild just like her. I study her. That perfect face peaceful and at ease. She sighs in her sleep and I swear to God I feel it in my soul. That sound melts the hard inside of me. It all just makes perfect sense looking at her. No matter how bad I think I am. All the bad things I do daily don't matter. No matter the shit I try to tell myself. No matter how hard I fight the feeling I know I'm lying to myself. I love her. I think I've loved her since she walked that bad ass into the chapel. The moment I laid eyes on her I fell in love. Shutting the door behind me I toss my cut onto the chair. Pulling my shirt over my head I toss it with my cut. Jeans hit the floor. Slipping under the blankets with her she instantly finds me. Even in her sleep she knows I'm here. I love that shit. Wrapping her body around me I throw out a prayer and thank God she walked into the chapel and into my life. “Tank,” she mumbles softly against my chest. Wrapping a hand up in her hair I pull her as close I can get her. Legs tangle up around mine. Her arms wrapped around my middle. “Hey babe.” Kissing her forehead she sighs contently again. Yeah I fucking love this girl.