Chaos: A Bad Boy Romance

by Miranda Bee

  I grabbed another chair and locked myself in my room. I sat on my bed, sliding my finger up and down the barrel of my gun. I was frozen in fear.

  ***

  Why hadn’t Devin called? Worse, why hadn’t Charlie texted? What was he planning? Three hours passed, and I hadn’t moved an inch beyond checking my phone.

  I felt like a moron. I should have just called the police. To hell with the consequences of my relationship with Devin. It would be nice to be open about it. It might be nice to confront the situation and see where it led. Still, the very real threat of Devin going back to jail was too high a price.

  I called Devin, again. It rang and rang. I got his voicemail.

  “Devin, please call me. Please. Charlie is back. He’s threatening to tell the bureau. I need to talk to you. I’m scared.”

  I was so scared. I was so pissed. What the fuck? Did he lose his phone? Why hadn’t he called me back?

  The phone buzzed. Charlie finally texted again.

  “Are you going to hide in your bedroom all night? Where’s your boyfriend?”

  “Charlie, why don’t we try to talk this out?”

  “So, now you’re receptive?”

  I slid out of bed, tiptoeing towards the main window. I was certain he wasn’t watching me from my bedroom window since my curtains covered it well. I stood under the window, sliding my vanity chair underneath it.

  I slid the window up as quietly as possible and pushed the screen out from the frame. I wriggled through the narrow opening. Before hopping down, I looked to my left and right. It was clear that Charlie was somewhere out front.

  As I walked alongside the building, searching for any clues to Charlie's presence, I mistakenly stepped on a branch. It snapped loudly. My heart raced. I paused, waiting to hear a shuffle in the dirt nearby. There was nothing.

  I continued.

  Carefully, I turned to the other side of the building. Finally, I saw the edge of someone sleeve sticking out just on the other side of the building. It had to be Charlie. I walked up as carefully as possible, planning to shove my gun into his throat.

  I was a mere motion away from my assailant when my phone began ringing loudly. Devin was finally returning my call. Charlie jumped out. My heart stopped at the sight of Charlie’s gaunt figure and crazy eyes.

  In a panic, I fired my gun multiple times. The sound of the bullets shattered the silent void of the night. The light was bright yellow and orange. It was blinding. As I gathered my senses, I watched Charlie disappear down the street.

  That was my chance to escape! I darted to my car, started it up, and sped away. I drove towards Devin’s house as fast as I could.

  I turned the music up full-blast. I didn’t want to hear the thoughts that ran through my head. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sped down the road. What if this never ends? What if I couldn’t take him on? I was so tangled and stuck. I didn’t know what I was doing. What if Devin got sent back to jail for this? I was going to lose my job. What other option did I have, though?

  I wanted to kick Charlie’s ass. Even if I could, would that be enough? I was starting to fear that it wouldn’t be. Charlie would keep coming back.

  Was I willing to kill him? A small part of me knew that I wasn’t. Even worse, I got the notion that Devin would take no issue in killing Charlie. Who was this man that I’d fallen in love with? Who was I? My neat little existence, albeit lonely, was thrown into utter chaos.

  I laughed. None of it mattered. I could give a fuck about my job! I had to handle Charlie. If killing him meant that Devin wouldn’t go to jail, so be it. Devin was worth it and if I had to do it all over again, I would. Except, I’d do it sooner.

  My phone buzzed. Devin was calling. I was almost to his house. I ignored the call, pulling into the parking lot. My hands trembled as I took the keys out of the ignition. I slipped out of the car and sprinted toward Devin’s apartment.

  He came running down the stairs with his keys in his hands. He ran faster when he saw me. We crashed into each other. His iron arms closed around me, lifting me off the ground. I sobbed into his chest.

  “You didn’t answer! You didn’t answer!” I cried.

  “I know. Shit, Sammy, I’m sorry. I’ll fuckin’ kill him. I swear, he’s as good as dead!”

  He carried me inside, kissing my forehead, “I’m so sorry, Sammy.”

  ***

  After he held me for a solid twenty minutes, Devin insisted I take a hot shower. I was in no mood to argue, and a shower sounded nice. The master bathroom was just off his bedroom. The shower was large, big enough for a 6 foot, 3-inch man. It was almost too big. The shower head was interesting. It was stainless steel and square shaped. The water poured out like heavy rain.

  I stripped down, letting the water cover me. I needed to calm down. I needed to clear my thoughts. I sat on the tiled floor and watched the water curve around my feet and fall down the drain. The blinding hot water acted like a pressure hose, blasting away all the panic and anxiety that weighed on me. The steady wash of noise drowned out my restless inner voice.

  It was peaceful.

  When I stepped out into Devin’s room, there was a big black t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers. I rolled my eyes and grinned. I never had a boyfriend before. I loved the idea of wearing his clothes for pajamas. I always noticed that in romance movies. Something about it seemed so lovely. The beautiful woman emerging from her lover’s room with tousled hair, wearing a big baggy shirt.

  I put it on and inhaled the scent of soap. For a bad boy, he was very neat. He always smelt so clean and fresh.

  I wandered out into the living room. He’d prepared a big bowl of chili with grated cheese on top.

  “I don’t know if this is technically ‘comfort food’, but I think it’s comforting,” he shrugged.

  I smiled. He was a sweet man. I wasn’t exactly hungry when I’d arrived, but the smell of chili was awfully tempting. I sat at the table and ate the dinner he’d prepared.

  “Why?” I paused, “Why didn’t you answer?”

  He looked down, a darkness transformed his countenance. It was very different than anything I’d seen in him before.

  “I was just… thinking. Maybe too much,” he smiled, briefly and then continued, “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Open up to me, Devin.”

  “It’s complicated. I uh, I have to deal with this myself.”

  “But Devin, maybe I could help. I’m here for you.”

  He stood up from the table and turned towards the balcony. He stared out the window for a moment. When he turned back around, there was a frightening expression on his face. It was comprised of violence and rage and something dark that was uniquely his.

  “Do not ask me about this again. It isn’t your concern.”

  I dropped my spoon and stood up, “Okay. Forget I said anything.”

  I walked to the bedroom and grabbed my shit. I grabbed my keys. Before I made it to the door, Devin stopped me. He put his hand against the door and smiled at me. It wasn’t exactly a warm smile, either.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, angrily.

  “I’m leaving. I made a mistake trusting you.”

  “Where are you going to go, huh? Don’t be foolish.”

  “I don’t fucking care where I go.”

  His face softened and he dropped his arm to his side, “Listen, I just can’t talk to you about this right now. I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll explain everything, eventually. Okay? Please just stay here for a while. Lay low. That asshole won’t come here, not unless he’s a complete idiot.”

  I took a deep breath. I needed to trust him. It wasn’t easy for someone who’d spent their life avoiding everything and everyone.

  “I’m in love with you, Sammy. Don’t ever doubt that.”

  He kissed me on the cheek and grabbed my hand, “Please come and eat.”

  Chapter 16

  Devin “The Devil’ Winchester

  I watc
hed Sammy sleep peacefully in my bed. Why couldn’t we just stay here forever? Why couldn’t things just be simple? They weren’t, though.

  I was beginning to realize that the corruption in The Sons of the Shadow started with Mathias. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he really believed that Adam was killed. It was possible he sent someone out to kill Adam. That person was the liar. That person was the betrayer.

  I couldn’t just write Mathias off without being certain. He was the only ‘father’ I had ever known. He took care of me. He was a big part of how I became the man I was today. If he betrayed me, it would break my fucking heart.

  Why would he, though? What could he possibly have to gain by betraying one of his own? We were about to have one of the biggest payouts in our history. Our buyer was picking up a huge chunk of our cache of weapons. It would be an easy sale. We had always been relatively successful, but this would put us at the top.

  I needed to find out. I needed to get to the bottom of this, once and for all.

  I stroked Sammy’s hair, trying to organize my thoughts. She sighed, opening her eyes. She stretched out before me, arching her back and pushing her tits up. I kissed them, grazing her skin with my teeth. She groaned.

  “Baby? You can’t sleep?”

  I shook my head.

  “Maybe I can help you.”

  She sat up, tossing her thick black hair over her shoulder. She leaned in, kissing along my neck. Her swollen lips brushed my skin lightly, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. She pushed me back onto the bed.

  Slowly, she moved her lips down my body. Her hand moved over my cock as she kissed my chest. Her naked body was soft and perfect. Her pale skin reflected the light of the moon coming through my window. Her back was arched, her ass high in the air. I slid my hand down the valley of her back and up the slope of her ass. Fuck, she was so smooth. My heart raced as she moved closer. Her wanting lips parted as she held my cock a small motion from her mouth.

  I bit down on my lip. Her intrepid gaze locked onto me. She slid her tongue out, tasting the tip of my cock. A pulse of absolute pleasure ran through my body like a shock wave. She didn’t break eye contact for a moment.

  This woman drove me crazy. I avoided falling in love my whole life, and frankly, I was glad. There wasn’t a single woman on Earth that could compare to her. I wanted her mouth on my cock so badly. I didn’t want to wait, yet still, she took her time. She was teasing me. She was making me need it. She was making me desperate.

  She sat up on her knees, eyeing my cock as she stroked it. She craned her head back, using her free hand to tease me more. She slid her other hand down, pushing two fingers into her wet pussy. She moaned as she touched herself. Her closed fist slid up and down my cock, in a steady motion. I groaned.

  Finally, when she’d satisfied the needy beast of lust within her, she crawled back down, sliding my cock into her wet mouth. She continued to stroke. Her satin lips chased her closed fist along my shaft, from tip to base.

  I grabbed the back of her head, tangling my hands in her hair. I pushed down, slamming the head of my cock into the back of her throat. She gagged for a moment, and then she sang a garbled song of pleasure. She continued, sucking as she pulled the tip of my cock to her pursed lips. She slid back down, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat.

  She cupped my nuts in her hand, bringing them close to my body. I trembled, digging my fingertips into the back of her head. She slurped, pulling against my cock and strumming the bulbous circle with the tip of her tongue.

  “You should pull back! I’m gonna cum! Fuck!”

  She didn’t. If anything, she picked up her pace. I burst. She took it all, swallowing every last drop of me. She sat up, watching me tremble on the bed. A big grin spread across her face.

  “We’ve both got a lot of shit to deal with. Go to bed. Got it?”

  “Yes ma’am,” I nodded.

  ***

  She was right. She did help me. I fell asleep without any effort. When I woke up, she was already out of bed. I could hear the distinct sound of eggs frying in a skillet in the kitchen. I threw on my boxers and walked out.

  She was wearing my t-shirt again. She was so fucking adorable in it, too. It came down to her knees and looked more like a dress.

  “Hey, darling,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist.

  “Hey.”

  She turned to face me, kissing me.

  “Listen, I’ve got some business to attend to. You’ll be alright here?”

  “Well, I was thinking about going to work.”

  I rolled my eyes, “You can take a day off. You should. Please, stay here until we figure out what to do about Charlie.”

  “I do have a lot of accumulated sick days.”

  “Good. Stay here. Lay low.”

  “I will,” she paused, “So, what do you have to do?”

  “Find out the truth.”

  I kissed her on the cheek and apologized for not being able to share breakfast with her. I didn’t have much of an appetite. I needed to find out if Mathias was lying to me. I ran downstairs, started up my bike, and took off.

  ***

  I spent a good amount of time trying to work up the courage to ask Mathias about Adam. I was searching for the right opportunity, but it never came. The night was slowly being eaten away with small talk and bullshit. All the while, a sweltering rage boiled within me. I tried to contain it. I could be wrong about Mathias, and until I was sure, my rage was unwarranted. Something instinctual told me that I wasn’t wrong, though. Mathias was lying to all of us. I felt it deep down in the core of my soul.

  Mathias slid the pool stick casually, hitting the striped ball. It bounced off the side of the pool table, hitting one ball into the right pocket, subsequently hitting two other striped balls into the opposite pocket. He was a good player. He was good with strategy and had a steady hand.

  “Damn.”

  “Son, I’ve had years of experience. What did you expect?” he laughed.

  He tossed back a shot of whiskey, looking at the table with pride. I shook my head. It was true. He was beating me. I looked at the situation, realizing that I could get a leg up if I took a risk. I had four balls left, he had one.

  I grasped the side of the table, placing my hand for the stick. I hit the cue ball, jumping Mathias’s last striped ball. It hit mine straight into the corner pocket, knocking two balls in opposite direction. One dropped into the other corner pocket. The other one ran up the side of the table. As it rolled, it knocked my fourth ball to the opposite side of the table and dropped it into a pocket. I held my breath, watching as my last solid ball crawled along the side of the table. It slowed as it approached the corner pocket on the opposite end of the table. It sat on the edge. It was almost still. It wobbled just so, dropping into the corner pocket.

  “Well, fuck,” Mathias said, setting his pool stick up against the wall.

  I nodded, “Yeah.”

  “I guess I owe you a drink.”

  “Maybe later. I’ve got some shit to do today.”

  “Alright, sounds good.”

  My heart began to race. I had to ask him. I had to find out.

  “Hey, I was going to ask, who was the lucky son-of-a-bitch that got to take out Adam?”

  “Jealous, are you?”

  “A little. I’m a little hurt you didn’t call me.”

  “There will be other shit-heads, I promise. Honestly, it was more of a matter of opportunity.”

  “You mean to tell me that you did it?”

  “Yours, truly,” he grinned.

  “You old devil! I didn’t know you still had it in you!” I said.

  “Never underestimate an old man. I was out to meet a contact. You know? I was just squaring everything away for the conference. It was this little dinky bar in the middle of nowhere. Honestly, I was probably more shocked to run into him then he was to run into me. He probably thought I was after him. He didn’t put up much of a fight, though, I tell you that.”
r />   “Yeah, he was a little bitch,” I lifted my shot glass to Mathias, “To a young spirit.”

  He nodded, smiling, “Thank you.”

  ***

  Why? Why would he do this? Why was he lying to me? I wracked my brain. I went back home to Sammy. I didn’t know what else to do. I just needed her. I needed her to feel something besides what I was feeling now.

  I was lost. Mathias was the betrayer. He didn’t care about me.

  “So much for ‘family’! I should have guessed. Given the chance, people will fuck you over,” I muttered to myself.

  Why? I couldn’t shake the question. If I was right about all this, and of course I was right, that meant that Mathias had tried to get me killed. That meant that Mathias was behind Oliver’s death. I had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with the conference. The conference was all he seemed to talk about these days.

  It also had to do with The Snakes. I couldn’t connect all the dots. The Snakes were doing his bidding, though that didn’t make any sense. As far as anyone was concerned, The Snakes hated us and they FUCKING hated Mathias. They had no allegiance or loyalty to him. Why would they do his bidding? Adam had said that Abraham and Mathias were working together. Abraham was the founder of The Snakes and old as sin. He and Mathias never saw eye to eye. Maybe all the patched members of The Snakes were in the dark, too. It was the same for The Sons. That meant there were two groups blind and loyal. That meant there was an army of brutal men and women who would kill me if they ever found out what I planned to do. I planned for revenge. I planned to save them from whatever Mathias was planning.

  I shook my head, going over every little detail.

  I remembered the phone call Mathias had taken in the bathroom a few months back. He was shouting. He was talking about money. He had mentioned Oliver’s name. He must have been talking to Abraham. What did they hope to gain by all of this?

  I climbed up the stairs with a heavy heart.

  I found Sammy sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in her hands. She was staring out the window. She was such an angel. It almost hurt to look at her. I was in complete darkness, and her light was too bright for a demon like me. She was too pure to get wrapped up in this shit storm. She was so perfect. She turned and smiled at me. A wash of warmth came over me.