Black Out

by Lila Rose

  Once they were out of earshot, I said to Talon and Griz, “Let’s get in there before your woman kills the bitch. We need answers. I want to know who I need to take down for all this shit to stop.”

  “Let’s do it then.”

  As soon as I opened the door, we could hear Hell Mouth yelling at the top of her lungs. I spotted her in front of a desk Vi was sitting in. I didn’t expect to see Julian standing beside her, but there he was with his hands on his hips and a glare in his eyes.

  “Let me fuckin’ in there, Vi,” Hell Mouth snapped. She leaned her hands on the desk and forced her body forward so she was closer to a calm-looking Violet.

  “Again¸ Barbie, not happening,” she said in a tone which showed she didn’t care Deanna was all up in her grill.

  “Darlin’,” Griz called.

  She spun to her man and glared. “Don’t you start. Did you not hear, Grady? That bitch in there,” she pointed to the hall, where the interrogation room was, “was gonna sell her own sister. Sell her!” she screamed. “She needs a goddamn, motherfuckin’ lesson delivered to her, and I’m the one who’s gonna beat the ever-lovin’ shit out of her.”

  Griz had a small smile on his face. Anyone could see he was proud to call her his woman. If it came to a beat-down, she was ready to get the show on the road.

  “Cool it for a while, Hell Mouth,” I started. “We need answers first, and then you can have your beat-down.”

  Her smile was pure fuckin’ joy.

  “I’m watching,” Julian piped in with a tone I’d never heard him use. He was angry. “No one gets away with hurting my buttercup.”

  “Just send Butch out here when you go in,” Violet ordered.

  Talon and Vi had been through some shit in the past, so it was fuckin’ great to see her have her brother’s back in these types of situations. What also helped was the fact our club didn’t deal with illegal shit any longer, which helped her change her attitude. And Wildcat. It was actually funny how that all worked out, that she was working for Vi before Talon claimed her. It was Zara who brought them back together, which made Talon love her that much more. Though, his love for his woman was stronger than anything. No one would want to cause shit there, or they’d be in a hell of a lot of trouble.

  Just like I felt with Clarinda.

  I started off down the hall with Talon, Griz, Deanna and Julian following. With a swift knock on a steel door to the back of the hall, I waited for a reply.

  “In.” I opened the door and saw big-arse Butch sitting on a chair facing backward as he stared down Amy. She was tied down to a chair with a smug smile on her face. There was nothin’ else in the room. “I’ll leave you to it,” Butch said and left, closing the door behind him.

  I moved to the chair he’d just vacated, turned it around and sat. Talon stood on one side of me, Griz was leaning against the door and Hell Mouth stood just behind me with Julian.

  Amy rolled her eyes and then looked from one face to another; her eyes landed back on me, and then she asked, “You come to welcome me to the family? Seems you’ve taken a liking to my sister.” She then threw her head back and laughed.

  “Bitch,” Talon hissed, and her eyes went to him. “You need to shut the fuck up, or Hell Mouth will make you.”

  “Hell Mouth?” she questioned.

  “Yeah.” Deanna glared.

  Amy turned to her and then laughed again. “Oh, I’m really scared.” She snorted and added, “Not like precious little Clarinda will let anything happen to her sister.”

  “That’s because she isn’t a raging psycho like you are,” Julian said.

  “What’s the fag doing in here anyway?”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I growled. Her gaze quickly turned to me. “You need to answer all our questions, or I will make your life fuckin’ Hell. Do you understand me?”

  She scoffed. “My life is already Hell. You couldn’t make it worse.”

  My upper lip rose off my teeth. “I can and I fuckin’ will. You won’t know when it will happen, you won’t know how it will happen, but I’ll be there watching, waiting for my right moment, and that moment will be when you least expect it. Maybe even when you’ve finally fuckin’ found a happy place, and then I’ll rip everything away from you. So much so, you won’t want to continue living.”

  The room fell silent.

  Amy’s eyes never strayed from mine, and I never once looked away. I hoped to Christ she understood I was dead serious about it, because I was.

  “What do you want to know?” she asked.

  “Was all this just your plan? Were you the mastermind for all this crap?”

  She rolled her eyes. “In a way, yes, but then again, Henry was beside me along for the ride. He was the one who organised the kill on our parents.”

  “You sick bitch,” Hell Mouth uttered, shaking her head.

  “Fuck you. You don’t know what I’ve had to do.”

  “What? Get stuck on crack? Get in the wrong crowd? Not being goddamn smart enough to pull yourself out of it for your family? You obviously took the easy way every time. Hell, Henry must have a big dick for him to pull your strings and get you to do what he wants.”

  “Shut the fuck up!” she screamed and rocked in her seat, shaking her head back and forth.

  Holy motherfuckin’ shit. She was crazy.

  “Tell us where we can find Henry, Amy. Tell us how we can get all this to stop,” I ordered.

  With her head bent, her eyes to the floor, she laughed. “You can’t do anything.”

  “Maybe we can make a deal, you for them to back off.”

  She looked up and smirked. “He won’t take it. He knows you won’t kill me. He’ll get his boys to wait and grab me when the time is right. I’ll be sorry to see my sister die, but it’s what he’ll do. I can’t stop them now.” She shrugged, pulling on her restraints. “And why would I? I’ll be rich then, so I won’t care.”

  I stood slowly, and her eyes widened.

  There was a knock on the door.

  We all turned to it, and I was surprised to see Wildcat standing on the other side of the door. She smiled into the room, but then glared at Amy when her eyes spotted her as she walked inside.

  “Ah…Zara, this ain’t your type of thing,” Deanna said.

  “Oh, I know. But Clary brought up something while we were having a coffee.” She looked to Amy and asked, “Clary said she has an eye appointment coming up soon, but she’s unsure of the address. I came on by to grab it for her.”

  We all waited.

  That was when Amy started laughing once a-fuckin’-gain.

  “Damn, she is the most stupid, gullible person out there.”

  “What are you talking about?” Zara asked.

  That was what I wanted to know, and I was glad she voiced the question, because I was about ready to slap Amy’s stupid head off her fuckin’ shoulders.

  “When she was passed out in the hospital after the fire, I overheard the doctors talking.” She smiled to herself.

  “And?” Julian snapped.

  “They said she’d recover her sight with an operation and some time.”

  Zara gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Deanna cursed, and a growl filled my lungs and rolled out of me.

  “Y-you mean Clary will regain full sight if she has an operation?” Julian clarified.

  Amy chuckled. “Yeah, but I couldn’t have that. I needed her to rely on me, become dependent on me.”

  “What about all her other appointments?” Talon barked.

  Another chuckle as she shook her head. “Fake. I took her to a house where Henry’s guy would pretend to be a doctor.”

  Closing my eyes, I fought for control.

  My woman had lived five years with no sight and she didn’t have to. Fuck.

  A slap echoed through the room. I opened my eyes in hope it was Deanna going crazy, but instead, I found Wildcat standing over Amy. “How could you?” she yelled and slapped her again. “She’s your own sister.” Another slap. “
You have no heart.” Another slap.

  “Can I join in, or should I stop her?” Hell Mouth asked.

  I shrugged. I was still in fuckin’ shock to see Wildcat goin’…well, wild.

  “Kitten,” Talon called calmly with a smile upon his face.

  “In a minute,” she hissed back to her man, and then slapped Amy again. “This will stop. You deserve to die for what you did to your sister.” She spun around and pointed at Talon. “Shoot her.”

  He chuckled. “Kitten.”

  “No, shoot her, or I will.”

  “Hot damn, woman.” Deanna grinned.

  I felt my pants being tugged, and then in the next second, the room was filled with a gun being fired. Talon was on Wildcat, Griz tackled Deanna to the ground and I looked to the person holding the gun as Amy’s scream followed next.

  “Julian,” I said quietly and held out my hand for my gun. I glanced at Amy, because he wouldn’t take his eyes from her. She was doubled over in pain, but the only blood I saw was pouring out of her shin. “Julian,” I tried again.

  “Has everyone in this room gone fuckin’ crazy?” Hell Mouth yelled from the floor. Griz climbed off her and helped her stand.

  “Honey?” Zara said to her man as she searched his face for something. When he nodded, she gave him a peck on the lips and walked to Julian. “Hey, slugger. You took all the fun away. I wanted to shoot her.” Still, Julian said nothing. I wasn’t sure where he was. “Julian,” Zara tried again. She stepped in front of him as Amy’s cries of pain turned into whimpers. Good. Suffer, bitch. She deserved more.

  The door was flung open, and in came Vi with Butch just behind her. “Please, in all that’s mighty, tell me we do not have a body to clean up?” She stepped around Griz and Deanna to see Amy breathing and alive in the chair. She gazed at her leg, closed her eyes and sighed. “Fuck.”

  Vi quieted the complaint which was on her lips when she took in Zara’s worried gaze. Zara reached her hand up to cover Julian’s cheek. “Julian, baby, where are you right now? Come back to us,” she pleaded.

  Suddenly, he blinked hard and focused on Zara’s face. “Family should be a safe haven,” he whispered.

  “Yes, yes, they should,” Zara encouraged.

  “But she didn’t make it safe for Clary.” His bottom lip wobbled. Holy shit. It was obvious something in Julian’s past had caused him to snap.

  “No, she didn’t.”

  “That was wrong. So many wrong things can happen in families. So many bad things can happen. So many hurtful things. My buttercup doesn’t need that.”

  Zara’s eyes welled. I wondered if she knew what was happenin’ right then in Julian’s mind.

  “She doesn’t, Julian. Which is why she has us now. She has a new family, like you do. She’ll heal with time, like you have, and we’ll all take care of each other.”

  His thoughts took him to one last place, and when he blinked hard again, he gave her what she needed—a small smile.

  “We will, won’t we?” he prompted.

  “Yes.” She beamed up at him, and then took him in for a hug. Another shock for the fuckin’ day was when Deanna, with tears in her eyes, walked up to them and joined the huddle.

  “Y-you may be too late to take care of her,” Amy croaked. We all turned to her. “He’s still watching her. He’d never take his eyes from his target, especially when they cost so much.”

  My eyes widened and I spun to Talon. “Who’s with her?”

  “Killer, Ivy, and I called Billy, Tame and Whip to come in. They should be there.”

  I needed to be sure myself. I needed my eyes on my woman and now. They all cleared a path and I ran out of the room, down the hall and outta the front office with a fire lit under my feet, my heart beating double-time in a panicked state.

  I ran down the footpath toward the bakery like a mad man. I was in the door in the next second, just as motherfuckin’ Henry was pullin’ a gun out and ordering Clary to get to her feet and come to him or he’d shoot up the room. The stupid dick hadn’t registered I was in the store, but he soon found out when I was on his back. We fell to the ground in a heap; thank fuck his gun fell from his hand as he tried to protect his fall. Screams filled the room, and people ran for safety out the door. I ripped Henry’s arms behind his back and growled, “Stay.”

  “Brother?” I looked behind me to see Tame and Whip standing there. I climbed to my knees off Henry and ordered them to take him to Vi’s.

  Once they were out the door, my eyes sought out my woman. She was in the far corner cradled in Ivy’s arms as Killer stood in front of them both. A huge sigh of relief left my lungs.

  We had them.

  Fuck.

  It was over.

  My man had saved the day. I never thought I’d feel so much fear, but I had when Henry showed in the bakery and people started shouting there was a gun. When he ordered me up, I was prepared to do anything, because my fear was for the other people in the shop. Only, Ivy had told me no and held me close to her.

  After it all, Blue took me from the bakery, back to Vi’s and straight into a car. He’d told me I’d had enough excitement for the day and was taking me back to the compound, to our room.

  He had something else on his mind, though.

  I could only hope he would share once we were safe and sound.

  However, as soon as the door was closed and I heard the lock slip into place, all talking was out the window. He pulled me into his arms, and in an urgent need, we went wild. I think it was because we both needed that reassurance we were alive and safe.

  Running my hands under his tee, I lifted it, and his hands left me for a second. Once I had his shirt off and flung it sideways, he returned the favour and quickly removed mine. My bra was next, and then as his hands roamed my breasts, back and stomach, we kissed. Still, it wasn’t enough.

  Trailing my hands down his defined abdomen, I came to his jeans. I flicked the button open and slid down the fly. My hand glided in to find he wasn’t wearing any boxers like he usually did, so I gripped him. He pulled back and moaned loudly.

  “Fuck, sugar. I need you so bad,” he growled as he rested his forehead against mine.

  “Then take me,” I whispered.

  “Christ, yes.”

  He picked me up, and I wound my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. With a hand threaded through my hair, he brought my head down so he could claim my lips again in a passionate kiss.

  He took a couple of steps as we kissed, and then bent, my back hitting the mattress. He stepped back, his warmth leaving me. I really wanted to have it back and for it to never leave. I reached my hand out to him.

  “Hang on, sugar.” I heard his pants hit the floor, and then his fingers were at my jeans. He worked them undone and slipped them from my legs, taking my panties with them.

  I reached out again to his shadowed form and uttered, “Blue.”

  “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. That was when I knew he was just standing above me, looking down. I smiled, because it definitely sounded like he liked what he saw.

  Which had me wishing I was able to see him.

  “Scoot up, sugar, and roll onto your belly.”

  Grinning, I did as I was told, because I was so ready for what was to happen next. Climbing onto the bed, he took hold of my ankles and separated my legs. I gasped as he ran his hands up each leg, and then I whimpered when he teased my pussy with a finger on each side. He massaged the tops of my thighs and I wiggled down a bit, wanting him to touch me between my legs.

  “Patience, sugar,” Blue growled low, lust riding his voice, and it was wonderful to hear.

  “No. Please, Blue.”

  “Aw, hell, baby.” The warmth of his chest hit my back, and he leaned over me as he slid two fingers straight inside my pussy. I arched and was rewarded with a kiss to my temple. “My sugar is so wet and ready. Christ, baby, I love your pussy.”

  “Hmm,” was my only reply, because he’d just arched his fingers and hit the right
spot. His chest left my back and I felt his lips trail down my spine. Then he kissed my behind, only to bite it in the next second, causing me to squeal, “Blue.”

  His took his finger from within me and I heard a sucking sound. Oh, God, was he licking my juices from his fingers?

  He hissed and then answered my thoughts. “Sweet as sugar; that’s what you taste like.”

  He was over me once more. “Spread farther, baby,” he said. I shifted my legs wider. The tip of his cock at my entrance, he asked, “You ready for me to claim your body, sugar?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  “Jesus, you sound sweet, too,” he groaned and pushed forward. His cock entered slowly; my walls gripped him all the way. It was Heaven. “Fuck, I’ll never get bored of your body, of you.”

  “Oh, God, Blue. Fuck me, please.”

  “You want it hard?” he asked.

  I did; I was growing impatient. He wasn’t moving, only embedded inside me. Even though I loved the feel of him filling me to the brink, I wanted more. “Please, please, fuck me hard, Blue.”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Yes,” I growled.

  He chuckled, only to stop as he withdrew from my depths and surged forward.

  “God, yes!” I yelled as he kept fucking me hard, pounding into me over and over.

  His hand clamped into my hair, ripping my head back so he could lean over me more, and as he claimed my body, he took my mouth, as well. It was all so overwhelming I instantly came. I cried out around his mouth, my pussy’s drenched walls milking his cock.

  “Damn, ah, fuck yes. Your pussy feels so good,” he moaned. “Fuckin’ beautiful. I love seeing you come, sugar, but you got another one in you yet,” he ordered as he continued moving inside me.

  “Blue, it’s too much,” I whimpered and gripped the bed sheets.

  “No, Clary, it isn’t. You can do it, sugar. Just feel it. Feel my cock driving into you.”

  “I do. Oh, hell, I do, Blue.”

  “Yeah, baby,” he growled. “My woman feels me.” His chest rested fully on top of me. I felt his hand sneak under us and then his finger was at my clit, teasing it.

  “Oh, oh…yes, Blue, yes,” I cried out.