Twisted Up In Us (The Treyton Sisters Duet Book 2)

by Dawn Martens

  She screams and cries.

  “Shut the fuck up,” I growl into her face when I pull her back up from the counter and wrap a hand around her neck. I squeeze and watch as she struggles to breathe, fuck this shit is getting me hard. May as well give this bitch what she wants, since I need a release.

  Stepping away from her, I rip her blouse open, the buttons popping and falling to the ground, she has nice tits at least. I cup one. “You want this? This what you wanted?” I twist her nipple.

  “Yes, please.” She moans.

  “Clothes off, turn around.” She obeys instantly, once her clothes are off, she leans over the counter, not seeming to give a shit she’s still covered in blood, as is the counter she’s leaning over. Grabbing a condom our of my back pocket, I rip it open, while using one hand to pull my jeans down a bit. Once covered, I grab her hair and line my dick up with her cunt.

  “Beg me,” I demand.

  “Please, Hangman, fuck me. I need it.”

  “Then you’ll get it bitch,” I say as I slam inside of her. Her pussy isn’t that great, but she’ll do for a fast fuck.

  “Fuck yes!” she screams out as I pound into her, faster and harder as I feel my cock swelling up, getting ready to let go. I pull out, and she cries out. “No, I still need it.”

  “On your knees.” I take off the condom and shove it into her mouth, she gags as I hit the back of her throat, fuck yeah, I could kill her like this. Be hot as fuck way to go.

  As I’m about to cum, I shove her head off my cock and fist it, “Fuck yeah.” I grunt as I shoot my spunk all over her face.

  She looks up at me stunned as I tuck my cock back into my pants. I lean over her, staring into her ugly fucking cum covered face, nose still bleeding. “Victoria was a good woman that I did wrong. She was way too fuckin’ good for me. With her gone, it means shit for you. The arrangement stays the same. You come near me one more time, or my other daughter and grandkid, I’ll kill you like I wanted to the first time you threatened me.”

  She shakes in fear and nods. You’d think this bitch would be smart enough to try and at least wipe that shit off her face as I’m talking to her.

  “Good. I don’t want your fuckin’ pussy again. Hell, I don’t even remember having it the first time, so you obviously weren’t any fuckin’ good in the first place and even just now, you were fuckin’ shit. Had to choke you to even cum.” She takes in a shaky breath and backs away from me as I spit on her face. “I want Emily this weekend, she’s gonna meet her big sister. I’ll have a prospect come to pick her up, because as of now, I never see you, you get me? That fuck, you better have enjoyed it because it’s the last you’ll get out of me”

  “Yes, Hangman. I get you,” she whispers.

  “Good.” I walk out of her house, get back on my bike, and head back to my house.

  Chapter 12

  Slammer

  When I saw Melissa coming out of her room this morning, I instantly knew she was mine. The way her tee barely covered the tops of her thighs, teasing at her panties. I was fucking hard. Then she came back wearing these tight pants that hugged her ass. She was driving me wild. I know she has issues, but I don’t care. Something inside me just snapped, and I felt a burning need to claim her, to make her mine. To plant my baby inside her. I’ve never been faithful to a woman a day in my life, but with her, I feel it, the feeling inside me that I could never be with anyone but her.

  I can picture myself at her side helping her raise her kid. I’ve never wanted that before. Fuck, I run the other way when a bitch mentions having a kid but there is something about Melissa.

  The way she smiled at me, with her sexy little smirk, the way she blushed when I spoke to her … goddamn, I want her.

  Now to convince Hangman I’m good enough for her, even good enough to be a father to her kid, and convince her Dray isn’t the one for her.

  As Melissa plays with her daughter on the floor, Dirty takes me aside. “Brother, I saw the way you looked at Pres’ kid. Bitch is hot as hell, but not worth Hangman’s knife.”

  I shake my head. “I’ll deal with it.”

  He pokes a finger in my chest. “Were you not there when Hangman told the club that no one touches her? That includes you.”

  I grab his finger and twist it back. “Brother, I said I’ll deal with it, and he didn’t say no one touches her, he said no one touches her unless they can treat her good and could be a good father to Mikayla.”

  His brows raise with a smug grin. “And you think that’s you? Sorry to say it man, but you aren’t the settlin’ type. You have a different bitch, sometimes two, in every city we visit. Fuck, seein’ you as a dad, that’s hilarious, you are not dad material.”

  “Not anymore I won’t,” I vow, more to myself than Dirty.

  “The fuck, man? You’re turnin’ into a pussy.” He shakes his head. “A one-woman man, my ass. I’ll believe it when I see it. You know even Hangman doesn’t do the whole one-woman thing, but he wants that for his kid and grandkid. Think about that. You and I both know you can’t do that.”

  I want to punch him right in the face. “Fuck, Dirty. No woman has ever made me want to be faithful, the right woman though, I would be for her.” I shove him away from me and walk back to the living room to play with the girls. Family man. I can do this. Now to figure out how to get Melissa to stop having feelings for her baby daddy.

  I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

  Squatting down in the floor, I pick up a few of the blocks. “What are you building?”

  The little girl stares up at me with wide eyes and grins. She has her mother’s smile, but she must have her father’s eyes, along with his skin color because Melissa is as white as a ghost, and this beautiful little girl is a milk chocolate color.

  As I play with the kid, I watch Melissa talking with Dirty, making me feel like a jealous fuckwad.

  “So, you grew up with the Angels, huh?” he asks her.

  Her smile lights up the whole room, and I feel my pulse quicken.

  “Yup, those people are my family, they’re the best family anyone could ever have.”

  “Fuck that shit, they ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of fuckin’ pansy assed pussies,” Rage puts in.

  Melissa’s head twists so hard, I’m worried about an exorcist moment happening, and I grab her hand, which feels fucking amazing in mine. “Let it go.”

  She sits back down, but still glares at Rage. “The Angels Warriors are my family. They saved my sister and me. They raised us, put us through school, bought us both our first cars. They took care of us, loved us. You will never, and I mean never, say nasty shit about them ever again around me. If you do, I don’t give a flying fuck that you’re scary as hell, I’ll slice your dick off and shove it up your ass.”

  “Fuck this shit.” Rage gets up looking pissed as fuck and stomps out of the room, slamming the back door.

  “Wow, no one has ever spoken like that to him before, at least none that are still alive,” Dirty tells her. “Just be careful around him, though. You most likely will get away with a lot of shit because Hangman is your dad, but Rage has his name for a reason.”

  He’s right about that, during her rant at Rage, both Dirty and I were getting ready to brace in case we had to stop him from killing her. I’ve seen him lose his temper over less things than a woman back talking him.

  Chapter 13

  Melissa

  Carson wasn’t gone long, although when he came back he was pissy. I just avoided him and did my own thing. Dirty and Slammer left not long after he came back, but Rage was still here. The guy is creepy. Sure he’s hot for a guy almost my dads age, but his scare factor cancels out that hotness. Slammer and Dirty seemed nice. They talked to me about life, mine and theirs, and they seemed interested in the Angels Warriors.

  When we started talking about the club, Rage put a stop to it, saying something about the Angels being a pussy club, which pissed me off. I was about to get up and punch him, but Slammer told me to le
t it go. But I didn’t, sort of. I didn’t hit him, but I did tell him that they were my family, and if he spoke about them like that again around me, I’d slice his dick off. Dirty thought that was hilarious, said no one has ever spoken like that to Rage, ever, and lived to tell the tale.

  Rage stomped out of the room and went outside for a smoke. It was then that Dirty informed me that I should watch myself around him, if I was anyone else, and not Hangman’s kid, he would have put a bullet in my head for speaking to him that way.

  Now I’m sitting on the couch flicking through the channels while Mikayla naps, bored out of my mind. Carson, Dad, Hangman--whatever the hell--comes and takes a seat beside me and I hear the front door close. Good, Rage is leaving.

  “You’re gonna meet my other kid this weekend. Her name's Emily. She’s seven.”

  My eyes widen. “Wow, never been a big sister before.” His eyes crinkle, and I decide to ask him a stupid question. “Um, what does she call you? Is there something you want me to call you?” I swear I feel and sound like a moron asking this.

  “Whatever you are comfortable with. Carson, Hangman, Dad, whatever. Emily calls me dad, although she does fuck up and call me Hangman sometimes, since for years I didn’t allow her to know me as her father. Didn’t want anyone but my club to know, in case that shit got out to Tori. She’s a good kid, but her mom's a cunt. But don’t worry, you won’t see her again. I’ve made sure of that.”

  I can feel the blood draining from my face. Does that mean he killed her?

  “I didn’t kill the bitch so get that look off your face. I wanted to, but then I’d have to have Emily full time, and that’s not something I wanna do. Love the kid but losing Tori because of her….” he trails off, shaking his head. “I know it ain’t her fault, it’s mine, but still.”

  I reach out and grab his hand, giving him a squeeze. “You really did love Tori, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, but not in the right way, not the way she should’ve been loved. Fuck, I sound like a pussy. When the kid wakes up, get her dressed and shit, we’re gonna go out for supper.” He gets up and stomps to his room.

  I chuckle quietly. He is always stomping. Can’t he just walk like a normal person?

  I get up and walk to my room. Mikayla will be up soon, so I may as well get ready first. I grab a pair of blue jeans and tee shirt, then I plug my straightener in so I can fix my hair. When I’m finished, I hear Mikayla call out for me. But I’m not quick enough, as I open my bedroom door, I see dad stomping into her room and picking her up.

  Again, he surprises me. “I’ll change her, you can grab your coat and shit and wait by the door.”

  Minutes later we’re in his truck and take off. The ride is quiet, except for Mikayla babbling in the back seat.

  We pull into a parking lot and I look at the building in front of us. Deluxe. That’s an odd name for a restaurant.

  “It’s not fancy, but they have the best fish and chips around.” I shrug, I wouldn’t know, we don’t have this place out west. But I’ll take his word for it.

  “At some point, I want to try out some pizza place called Greco. Tori talked about it many times, said it was the best pizza in the world, and she can’t find a place in Alberta that even comes close to its goodness.”

  He chuckles. “We’ll order that this weekend when Emily is with us.”

  I smile at him and get out, going to the back to get Mikayla. “Wan Papa,” she says, holding her arms out around me to him.

  He smiles and takes her instantly.

  As we step inside, the place goes quiet. I see some people look scared. Others look shocked to see him carrying around a toddler.

  “Go find a seat, I’ll grab a highchair,” he tells me. I nod and slide into the first booth I see that’s empty. As I take off my jacket and set it beside me, he comes back and plunks Mikayla right in the seat.

  The whole time he’s doing this, people are still staring. “Um, everyone is looking at us.”

  His head snaps up from Mikayla, and he glares around the room. “The fuck you starin’ at? I’m here with my kid and grandkid, now fuck off and look somewhere else before I decide to fuck with ya’s,” he announces. Everyone immediately turns away. “Fuckin’ nosey asswipes. You know what you want or want me to surprise ya?”

  “Do they have poutine here? I’d like that for sure, and some battered fish?”

  “Be back,” he says and takes off to the registers and places our order. Occasionally, I notice people glancing but thankfully no one is outright looking at us anymore.

  Chapter 14

  Slammer

  “Yo, Slammer, you want in on this action?” Dirty calls as he ploughs into the snatch on the pool table.

  “Nah, I’m good.” Normally I’d be all up in the bitch, no hesitation, but after meeting Melissa I don’t want another woman touching me. Watching the bitch Dirty is fuckin’ moan usually gets me instantly hard, but nothing. I look down and growl at my dick, “Fucking broken piece of shit.”

  “Dude, you talkin’ to your dick?” Rage asks, his brows raised.

  “Fuck off.”

  “Haven’t seen you bang a club whore in a while, not since Hangman’s kid showed up. You want her?”

  I grunt, rubbing my face. “Yeah.”

  “I’m not one for this pussy talk, but Hangman will gut you if you hurt her. You’ve never been faithful to any of the bitches you’ve been with, and a woman like Melissa, you have to be faithful.”

  “I know that, and that’s not the problem.” Melissa would be worth my dick never fucking another bitch until the day I died. “The problem is she still loves that fucker Dray. I want her. Want her so bad, I feel the urge to grab her, and fuck her raw, getting her pregnant. So bad, Rage, I feel possessed with the need.”

  “Well fuck.” He hands me a bottle of liquor from behind the bar.

  Fuck is right.

  “I’m gonna make her mine. Show her what a real man is about.” I shake my head and hand the bottle back to him. If I want Melissa, I gotta keep my head on straight.

  I gotta show her I can step up to the plate and be the man her and her daughter need.

  Chapter 15

  Melissa

  One Month Later

  As I finish cleaning, I hear Dad's bike coming down the street. Good thing I finished, otherwise he’d probably yell at me again. He keeps telling me to fuck off with cleaning his house, that he’s got people that do that, but I can’t just sit around doing nothing.

  Every other weekend I get to see my little sister, Emily. To say she’s adorable is an understatement. She looks so much like I did as a kid. How that woman April made such a beauty is beyond me. Dad also is devoted to her, and every weekend when it’s time for her to go back to her mom's, she gets quiet. I hate that for her. Next weekend I promised Emily I’d take her and Mikayla out to the rec center for a swim, and her eyes lit right up.

  “Kid!” he shouts as he opens his front door.

  “Yes, your majesty? You called,” I sass him.

  His eyes narrow on me, but his lips twitch. “Fuckin’ smartass.” He shakes his head and digs something out of his pocket. “Got you somethin’.”

  “What now? You are always getting me something. You have to stop.” Just last week he came home with a brand-new car for me and a new car seat. I get he’s trying to make up for twenty years of not being around, but it wasn’t his fault.

  “Just shut up and accept it. I bought you a building. It’ll take four to six months for all the renovations, you just gotta approve the plans for what you want and think of a name.”

  “You bought me a building? Think of a name? What?” I ask, confused.

  “Your restaurant. You’re a fuckin’ good cook, and you told me yourself your dream is to run your own place, so I’m doin’ that for you. We’ll go tomorrow to look at the space, you look at the plans and pick one, so the construction team can get on it.”

  I burst out crying. Originally my dream was to be a nurse, and I bus
ted my ass to finish my nursing degree, but once I held that paper in my hand, the love for that line of work vanished. I felt like shit that I wasted all that money to get a nursing degree, and in the end, I realized it wasn’t what I really wanted at all.

  “Fuck kid, what’s the matter with you?”

  “Y-y-you bought me a restaurant, you bought me a car, y-y-you.” I sob as he pulls me into his arms and hugs me tight.

  “Love you kid, you’re mine. I take care of what’s mine, and I have a lot of making up for, so shut up and don’t argue with me about that shit anymore. Might not a known about you, but still gonna do all I can to make sure you’re livin’ wild and free, baby.”

  “I love you too, Daddy,” I whisper into his chest, and his arms tighten slightly when I call him that. “I seriously have the best Dad ever, thank you for loving me.”

  “It’s not a hardship kid,” he replies gruffly back to me and kisses the top of my head.

  **

  A Week Later

  My phone rings as I finish getting dressed and I see that it’s Cori. I smile. “Hey big sis.”

  “Hey, Melly, I miss you.”

  “I miss you too.”

  “Well, since we miss each other you should just come home.”

  I chuckle and shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “Cori, I don’t know. I’m actually liking it here.”

  “What?” she shouts at me. “You weren’t supposed to stay there, you just wanted time to stop hurting. I got that, but you can’t stay there. I need you here. With me. I’m due any day now, you need to come home.”

  “Cori, I love you, you’ve always looked out for me, and we’ll visit, but right now, I’m happy where I am.”

  “Look, I need to talk to you about Dray.”

  “Stop, please don’t. I don’t want to talk about him, I’m moving on.”