by J Bree
Definitely no love lost there.
“Better him than some crackhead or a fucking gang. Angry boys are the Jackal’s specialty, he likes to recruit them young and reckless. If they’re in the Bay they’re fair game to him, even with their daddy belonging to the Boar. That shit means nothing to the Twelve.” Illi says as he does the last stitch, cutting the thread and then he pours the bottle of iodine over the entire thing. I cringe for Roxas but he barely blinks.
When it’s finally done Illi claps him on the back, dangerously close to the wound but neither of them notice that. Roxas nods at him in thanks and then shoves a shirt back on and then shrugs into his leather vest carefully.
“Thanks, man. I was too far away from the clubhouse and I didn’t want to interrupt Harbin right now. I owe you one.”
Illi moves to the sink and washes his hands, blood coating them so thickly it takes two tries with the soap for the water to run clear again. “No worries. You had my back I’ve got yours. No matter what happens with the Demons.”
Roxas smirks. “We both know it’s heading for war. Only a matter of time.”
War?
That doesn’t sound good.
Chapter Nine
Illi
After Roxas leaves I usher Odie back into the bathroom for a shower. She looks fucking pale and I need her out of the living room for long enough to get the blood and gore that Roxas stomped in everywhere cleaned up.
I know my girl isn’t horrified by it all but I still don’t want that shit around her, not unless it’s blood I’ve spilled for her. Her face when she came out of the bathroom and saw Roxas out here bleeding wasn’t fucking good and I nearly stabbed him just for freaking her out like that.
The asshole knew it too.
Once I’ve cleaned everything, I take out the trash and reset all of the alarms. I’m fucking relieved they worked perfectly and now I just need my girl to have her gun a little closer at all times. The fact she had to duck into our bedroom is precious minutes she’s wasted and if she were here alone that could be the difference.
Fuck, now I don’t ever want to leave her again.
I need to convince her that staying here isn’t the right thing to do. Hearing about the fucked up life her parents gave her made me want to fly the fuck to France right now and get her their hearts now but that’s not the plan.
No.
I need a few hearts closer to home first.
Once I’m back in the apartment I take a second to look around. It looks as though nothing had happened but it also still feels… wrong. It doesn’t feel like the same haven it once was. I bought this place and I made it my own. I paid for everything with blood and terror but it never felt like that to me. Sure my workspace is in the basement, but up here in the apartment was always my own space.
D’Ardo fucking shit all over it for me.
I need to take the space back, just until I can convince Odie that one of those big mansions up on the coast would be better. Fuck, it would be closer to the kid up there while she’s up at that big, old school of hers.
So I take matters into my own hands and by the time my girl gets out of the shower, I’ve set our mattress back up in the living room in front of her favorite window again.
That night is carved into my cold, dead heart.
I get a feeling this one might be too because when my girl steps back out into the living room with me, all I can think is that the end of the world looks better from here. Better now I have her.
“I was trying to escape the bed by coming out here so you’ve just brought the bed to me.” she says, those hips of hers cocking and a fist propping up on the swell as she sighs at me.
She could bring a man to his fucking knees with those hips. I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her hips. “It’s the best of both worlds, baby girl. What more could you want than your view and our bed? See, your man can compromise.”
She hums under her breath, nodding slowly and then steps towards it, giving me a view of that ass of hers peeking out from under one of my sweatshirts. I'm distracted by it, too busy fantasizing about ramming my cock into her from behind and slapping that perfect ass, so I don't notice as she begins to strip it off. It falls away from her body, leaving behind only those red lace panties she nearly fucking killed me with the night we went on our date. I think about praying to a being I don’t believe in, God fucking save me.
"Baby girl—"
"You want me to be happy, don't you, mon Monstre? That’s the reason for compromise? Well, I'm not happy. I'm empty and I need you to fill me up."
It takes all my control not to nut myself. "I'm not in a rush, baby girl."
She turns so I get a view of her tits, fuck me, and I have to fight my urge to just fucking jump on her. "If you don't fuck me, mon Monstre, I'll have to take care of myself. Are you going to leave me to do that? I need you, I need your tongue and your hands. I need—"
I don't hear another fucking thing that she needs because I swallow the words, charging at her too fucking fast and probably scaring the fuck out of her but her words shred the last bonds of my control inside of me so I'm a feral fucking beast. I have to remind myself about the concussion and I try not to knock her around too much as I hike her up into my arms, her thighs wrapping around my body.
Exactly where they should always be.
She sighs into the kiss and, fuck yes, that's what I need. "Say no, baby girl, anytime. You know that."
She nods. "I do but I don't want to say no. Mon Monstre, you know that I want you, that I need you. You really want me to beg don't you?"
She pulls away and—
Fuck me, she drops to her fucking knees.
Her hands touch the front of my jeans and, yup, I'm going to fucking embarrass myself here.
I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back as gently as I can manage so I can stare down at her. "You want to taste my cock, baby? You want me to feed it to you?”
Pupils blown out wide.
Lids dropping.
Fuck yes, she wants it.
"Please, mon Monstre. Please give it to me. Please fuck my face and come in my mouth, I want to taste everything you have to give me."
I unzip my jeans for her with my free hand, the other one still fisting her hair, and when I pull my cock out she moans a little under her breath as she stares at me. Then her tongue comes out of her mouth, opening up wide and ready for me to ease between her lips.
She was fucking made for me.
I push into her mouth and groan as she sucks me in deep, that tongue of hers lapping and sucking at me like I’m the greatest treat she’s ever been offered. I use her hair to direct her, pulling and guiding her gently, pissed about the concussion because there’s nothing I want more than to choke her out with my cock in her throat. She trusts me enough to know whatever pain I give her is only going to be the best kind, the type that has her legs shaking and her heart pumping and every thought in her head is only about me and what I’m doing to her.
So I force myself to hold back enough to not hurt her, groaning at the fucking great job she does at swallowing me up like a good girl.
It would be too fucking easy to come like this, straight down her throat and into her belly where all of my come belongs from this moment until I leave this earth, so I pull back and get her down onto the mattress. I need her head to be supported and not flung around too much.
Well, as much as I can manage.
I pull down her panties and get a good look at that perfect pussy of hers, dripping and ready for me to fill right up until she’s full and screaming my name.
Her eyes flare wide and, fuck, there it is. There’s the fucking fire that captured me and burned her name into my chest from the moment I laid eyes on her. “I know what I can take, fuck me like you want to. Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked because I’m done waiting for this.”
I wait until she gets back onto the mattress, her legs parted and the pussy so wet I can see it slick and waiting for me.
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sp; Fuck, I want to taste her again but if I don’t get my dick inside her now I might fucking die. It’s been too long since I last felt that hot, wet heat around me and I know for sure I’ve never felt anything as perfect as my girl will be.
I move to grab a condom, sliding it down the length of me, and watching as her lips plump into a pout. I shake my head at her. “No babies until I’ve given you all the hearts of all of the men who’ve wronged you, baby. Nothing I want more than to fill you up with my come but now’s not the time.”
She nods, her cheeks flushed but the pout is still there on those red and abused lips of hers. I lean down to suck one of them into my mouth, tugging at it with my teeth. “Don’t be impatient, baby. I’ll give it to you soon.”
When I lean back, her pupils are blown out and she bites down on her lip in the same spot I’d just clamped down on.
Then I hike her legs up and over my shoulders, lining up and pushing into her in one quick thrust, loving the gasped sound of my name on her lips and the clenching of the perfectly wet pussy around me.
Fucking made for me.
I move my hips to thrust into her, deep and sure, the grunts deep in my chest ripping out of my throat at just how fucking perfect she is for me. Taking every inch of my hard cock, writhing under my body, whispering in French but her tone tells me she’s begging for more. I lean back and slip a hand down to rub her clit with my thumb, rolling and rubbing until she’s sobbing underneath me and her pussy tightens around me like a vise.
When she comes back down from her high, I shift so her legs are off of my shoulders and I can lean back over her body fully, cupping her face to keep her head from moving. Then I really fucking go for it, my hips moving like pistons and slamming my cock into her as I chase my own release. I grind my hips into hers as I come, triggering another orgasm for her as she screams my name in the darkness of our apartment.
I kiss her through the shaking that takes over her body, slow and deep and with every fucking inch of my love for her. I don’t want this to bring up some of her freshly healed trauma for her so I cradle her carefully, lovingly, as she comes down. I need to tie the condom off before it makes a mess but I stay put until her eyes open, staring up at me like I’m her god.
Makes me feel ten feet tall.
I press one last kiss to her lips and then say, “Gimme five minutes, baby girl. It’s been a while and I need a do-over. This wasn’t my best.”
Her eyes widen and then a giggle bursts out of her mouth as I roll away. “Mon Monstre, if it gets better than this I may die. I’ve never… it wasn’t—”
I stand and deal with the condom, cutting her off. “If you breathe a single word about your dip shit ex right now I’m booking a flight to France to skin him alive. Don’t do that to shit to me.”
She giggles and stretches out. “I was going to say, I didn’t know it could feel like that. Nothing else compares. How could it possibly get better?”
I smirk.
Then I spend the rest of the night showing her just how fucking good it can get.
I want to stay home with Odie for another night but she convinces me she’s fine.
“If I can make love to you without dying I can sit on the sofa and draw.” She says when I pause as I put my leather jacket on, questioning myself again about if this is the right thing to do.
I’ll admit, I’m getting fucking twitchy about being stuck indoors. I have no fucking clue how she does it, I need fresh air and… blood. I need to spill some blood and I really fucking want it to be blood spilled for her.
“Keep your ass on that couch and don’t even think about starting a painting yet. Be a good girl for your man and I’ll eat that pussy up when I get home.” I say and I watch as her head tips back and she exposes her throat to me like an offering. I know her pupils will be blown out wide, her pussy getting wet at my words, and every fucking part of her soul pining for my touch.
Fuck, I’m tempted to stay home again but I blow her a kiss and shut the apartment door behind me, arming the alarm and triple checking the connection to my phone is working. I check the security cams as she shifts on the sofa, her hips arching up a little like she’s trying to find some friction.
Fuck.
I need to get out before I stomp back in there and fuck her raw on the floor like a fucking beast.
Each step away gets easier until I’m in my Mustang and lighting up a cigarette, the taste of nicotine on my tongue helping a little with my withdrawals from my girl.
I feel no shame in my addiction to her, only in the fact I let my loyalty to D’Ardo almost get her abused and killed all over again.
I drive over to the biker bar and park up next to Harbin’s hog. Roxas’s is missing.
I huff under my breath at the thought of how fucking close he came to losing his head to a Demon. It feels fucking strange to have been helped by Colt only a few days ago and now we’re back to hating every last one of the Demon scum.
Except maybe him.
I can’t forget something like helping my girl out but Harbin and Roxas have both had my back for years, even when I was too caught up in D’Ardo’s bullshit to see the loyalty they were both offering to me. The fact that they’re tied to the Boar… well, that’s just another complication.
It’s a fucking mess, the whole damn thing.
When I step into the bar there’s the usual faces there, no one out of the ordinary and for fucking sure none of them are the Jackal’s men. The owner of the place, an old biker from way before the Boar took over the Unseen, raises his beer at me in a salute as I walk in. He’d know all about what D’Ardo did and there’s no way he’ll disrespect me like that.
Bikers respect blood.
Being tied by it or spilling it, and fuck have I spilled a lot of it in my time.
I find Harbin in our usual booth and he’s already fairly fucking hammered. A bartender brings over another glass for me and I fill it to the rim with the whiskey. There’s not a word shared between us as we sit there and race each other to the bottom of our glasses. Only when his is empty does Harbin speak.
“Roxas told you about my boys, then? Now I’m raising them around the fucking Boar and there’s not much more I’d rather do less than that. Gutless fuck.”
I nod and pour us both more. “I get that. You’re stuck between a rock and the fucking patch on your chest, that shit isn’t good. What are you going to do about it?”
He grumbles under his breath, pissed off and ready to fight about it. Problem is I’m not in the mood for it. Not at fucking all.
“I was going to move on, find another charter, but this place is my home. There’s eyes around here to keep watch over my boys and there’s no way I’m going to be run out by the fucking Boar.” He spits his Prez’s name out like it’s a dirty taste in his mouth because it for-fucking-sure is.
I light up two cigarettes and hand one over to him. This feels like I’m trying to defuse a bomb but the worst that’ll happen is Harbin going back to the MC and gutting the Boar in his sleep so no skin off of my nose.
The door swings open again and in walks Roxas, looking a helluva lot more alive than the last time I saw him. Harbin glances over his shoulder and huffs out a breath. “Oh look, he’s still fucking alive. This bullshit over my boys is putting fucking everyone at risk. What’s your plans now? Let’s fucking forget mine, leave them at the bottom of the fucking bottle.”
Well, my problems are a little more coherent than his. I wait until Roxas joins us and then I pull the torn page out of my pocket and smooth it out onto the table in front of us all.
I made a list.
An honest to fucking God numbered list on a page torn out of one of Odie's sketchbooks the night I got her home. It starts with her first buyer, her would-be husband, then I work through Alcatron and the men who raped her. Those ones fucking kill me to leave for a minute but killing Mecedo will lead me to them.
Then there's her parents and the ex-boyfriend. A little trip to France is in order there
but I think that will be healing for my girl. Maybe we can sightsee or some shit, make it a holiday as well as a hunting trip.
Then I'm taking out the Vulture. I need the auctions gone from the Bay.
I know that evil men will always find a way to find and abuse women and children. I'm not so naive to think that killing him will stop it but it's a fucking start. It'll make it harder for them and that's all I can do right now.
Then there's D'Ardo.
Killing him should be first on my list and in a perfect world it would be, but the traitorous little fuck has dug himself deep into the underworld of the Bay. Deep enough that I can't just kill him, not without knowing what the fuck to do about the bomb and his allies. The Bear and the Ox are both pretty fucking close to them and their own little gangs aren’t so fucking little.
Then there's the kid.
I need to be sure that whatever I do here doesn't get her killed. He’ll have eyes on her up at that school, I know this for fucking sure, and it's not as easy as just killing them off. He'll always just send more in.
I need both of my girls safe. The woman I love and the kid who might just be the closest thing to blood I'll ever have.
So D'Ardo goes on the bottom of the list. I'll keep an eye on him, close enough that I know the second he tries any of his bullshit on me or mine again, but I'll have to be patient. Even if it kills me.
Harbin reads through it and nods, tapping on D’Ardo’s name at the bottom and says, "You want him dead right? You want to be the one to kill him? Don’t tell me you’re letting him go out of some bullshit friendship he pissed all over when he betrayed you.“
I nod. "He's dead by my hand or the kid's. No one else deserves it, except Odie but I'm not letting him near her."
Harbin nods. "Yeah, the sick fuck should be bled out by the little Wolf. I wouldn't mind being around to see it though, she's fucking good at what she does."
Roxas grunts and orders another round. “I wasn't expecting that much from her. I kind of thought the Jackal was behind half her kills. What pint-sized fucking kid can do the shit she can? She didn't hesitate once when we got your girl back."