by MLJ Quigg
“Are you telling me that the guy who killed your dad was my cousin, and Trina is my cousin and knows who I am? Oh, my God, I’m gonna be sick. She’s had her mouth on my cock. Oh, that’s just fucking nasty... Thank God, I never fucked her. Oh, gross. Always hated the fuckin’ skank, anyway, and it was the only way to shut her up. Oh God, don’t think about it. I need to bleach my cock. No, fuck that. That will hurt too much... I won’t do that to you, fella,” Danger said, patting his junk. He continued shivering while mouthing,
“Ewww.”
Everyone laughed at his antics. I thought we were all feeling heaps better now, and I breathed a comforting breath.
“All right, guys. Are we all good with Danger now?” I asked everyone at the table.
They all nodded in agreement.
“I have a question, Prez,” Knife said.
“Okay, what is it, Knife?” Danger asked.
“Do you have a problem ending the lot of them?” Knife asked.
“Hell to the fuck no. I’ve already shot them once and said I’d shoot them between the eyes if I ever saw them again. They have no loyalty from me. The people in this room and clubhouse have it. You guys are my brothers. They are just walking dead men. What about Trina. Oh, oh, oh... I have the perfect plan for Trina. Someone hit me,” he said excitedly as everyone looked at him like he’d gone nuts.
“Okay, you’ve lost it, man. What the fuck?” Trigger said.
So Danger proceeded to tell us his plan.
“That could actually work,” Dozer said.
“Hold on. I have one, too. Monique told me that Sasha is a professional make-up artist. Monique had a look at Sasha’s portfolio, and Sasha could make you look dead using make-up. I’m sure a few bruises painted on would work, and it would hurt a fuck of a lot less. Monique also told me that her tech guy invented a scanner to detect hidden cameras and bugs. We need to debug this place from top to bottom. I want no evidence of what is happening here. So while we get you set up, Danger, we’ll debug, and when they leave, we get this done,” I said, receiving nods all around.
“Okay, let’s do this,” Dozer said.
When we walked out of the room, I called Monique.
A half-hour later, Monique, Sasha, and Monique’s tech guy turned up. It turned out that the guy’s name was Guy, and he was a funny little fucker, who made us all laugh. I thought he might be competition, but no, Guy was very gay and had a hard time keeping his eyes away from us, not the girls.
I pulled Monique aside and told her about Danger, and by the end of it, she had tears in her eyes.
Turning, she spotted him, and before I knew it, she ran up to him and hugged his middle tightly.
Danger bent down, and they had a whispered conversation. When they finished, he kissed her on the cheek, and then they walked over to Sasha and me.
“Sorry, Sasha, I didn’t even see you there,” I said to her.
“Understandable, boss.” She gave me a cheeky grin as she nodded in Monique’s direction.
After we finished debugging the place, and Danger got his makeover, I walked them out. I kissed Monique at the car, causing the other two to smile sweetly, and as they drove off, I just shook my head.
Danger looked a mess. He was bloody and bruised, and it looked so real. If I didn’t know it was make-up, I would say he’d had the shit beaten out of him. He was so excited that he bounced on the balls of his feet.
“We’ll watch on surveillance and wait until you make it to the common room to make ourselves known,” I stated.
“Okay, let’s do this,” Danger said.
We watched him walk down the stairs to the holding room Trina was kept in. He had a wire and a camera on him, so we were able to watch as he opened the door and walked into the room.
“Katia, wake up. We have to go. They found out about us. We have to leave.” He gasped, playing up his injuries.
“What the hell happened to you?” she asked.
“They found out who we really are, so we have to go. Most of the guys left about fifteen minutes ago. A couple of guys were supposed to bring me down here to deal with me later, but I knocked them out. The rest of the guys upstairs are busy with a couple of girls, but we don’t have long. Here, put these on,” he said, handing her some clothes.
“How do I know this isn’t a trap?” she said.
“You don’t, but I met with Ivan and agreed to join. The club found out and did this to me. They’re going to kill me when they get back, said as much to me, so we have to go,” he pleaded.
“Okay, okay. Let me get dressed, and we’ll get the fuck out of here,” she said.
“So where should we go? Ivan said he was going to contact me, but I have no idea where he is. He only told me that you were planted in here as a mole to get information,” Danger said.
“Fuck, yeah, I was, and I was a good one, too. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here. Thank God, though it would have been nice to have a little present from Derrick if you know what mean?” she said, patting her stomach.
“Huh, I thought you were pregnant,” he said.
“Fuck no, I’m not. I just had to get that stupid bitch out of the way. I had to stay close to Derrick to find out what businesses the club owned and what numbers he had. It was my job to be the ears here and report anything to Ivan. After Boris killed Derrick’s dad, I thought it would be easy. Derrick’s dad never trusted me, always kept a close eye on me, but Derrick didn’t care. Give him a knockout body, and he would fall to his knees, the stupid fuck, though I will miss his cock. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had,” she said.
“Fucking nasty skunk,” I muttered.
“Yep, so you got a big cock, huh?” Dozer asked.
“Shut the fuck up, dick.” I laughed at him as we continued to watch.
“So how do we get out of here,” Trina asked.
“Out the front door, how else?” Danger replied.
“Um, in case you have forgotten, they have members all over the place at all times,” she said.
“Yeah, you’re right. All right, follow me, and we’ll do it quietly,” he said.
Trina followed him up the stairs where they stopped at the top and looked around the room. No one was in sight.
We got into position and waited.
“It’s clear. Let’s go,” he said.
Once they were in the middle of the common room, we walked out and surrounded them.
“Surprise, bitch,” Dozer said.
As everyone laughed, she spun around and tried to get away, but Danger grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to us, threw her onto the floor, and kicked her in the ribs.
“But we’re family, Danger. Please, don’t let them hurt me,” she pleaded.
“You may be related to me by blood, but that means nothing to me. You are a nasty-arse skunk. Now shut the fuck up, cunt,” he yelled at her.
“How can you say that? Uncle Vicktor would be so ashamed of you,” Trina whispered.
“Uncle Vicktor, did you say Uncle Vicktor? That murderous bastard deserves the hell he is in, which is exactly where I left that arsehole. Fuck him, and fuck you,” Danger screamed at her.
This was causing a scene, but I was gonna let it play out.
“What do you mean?” she said, looking at him.
“I mean, he raped and murdered my mother and my wife and shot my daughter. He let my mum and wife bleed out at his feet while he held my daughter’s bleeding body in his arms, waiting for me to get home. I walked in, and he shot me because I wouldn’t join the family. I sat by my little girl’s bedside for fourteen days, watching her slowly die. He deserves hell, which is where you’re going to join him, fucking slut. Say hi for me,” he stated coldly. He reached behind him, brought out a gun, and shot her between the eyes, then he spat on her before walking up to the bar and grabbing a bottle of Jack and sculling it.
“Fuck! I’m so sorry, Prez. I didn’t mean to do that yet,” he said as tears rolled down his cheeks.
“All good,
Danger. Don’t worry about it. Prospects, get rid of her body. Feed her to the hogs,” I stated.
“With pleasure, boss,” one yelled out.
“Well, now for round two. Let’s get this started, guys,” I yelled, and thunderous hollers were heard throughout the clubhouse.
Monique
That night, there was a knock on my door, and I opened it to find Derrick standing there looking hot as fuck.
“Hi. What are you doing here? You all right?” I said.
“I’m sorry, Monique. I have to be here. I couldn’t stay away. Today has been one shit show after another,”
“Hey, it’s fine. Come in, you want a beer?”
“I’d love that,” he said.
Once we were sitting down on the lounge, we looked at each other.
“Trina is gone. She will never cause trouble again,” Derrick said quietly taking a drink of his beer.
“How’s Danger?” I asked.
“He’s... God, he’s a fucking mess, baby, and I don’t know what to do. Please, help me understand this. Danger’s been through so much shit and now this. He shot her, baby, killed her in front of us. He’s so devastated, and it’s bringing it all up for him. How do I help him?” he said shaking his head sadly.
“You be there and show him that you’ll never desert him. You show him you support him and be there if he needs a shoulder to cry on. I know that’s a female thing to say, but we all cry, Derrick.
He will need undivided attention and support from all of you, which I know you’ll all do,” I told him.
“God, I love you, woman. You always know what to say to help me feel better,” he whispered.
We finished our beers and he put his hand around my neck, and we leaned into each other to kiss. Our mouths met, and I was the first to take it further, using my tongue on his lips until he opened. I explored his mouth, and it wasn’t long before he took over the kiss. I turned onto my back and pulled him to me. He leaned over, and I could feel his rock-hard cock on my hip. Sliding my hand from his shoulder down his chest until I got to his groin, I then slid my hand inside his jeans and briefs and wrapped my fingers around his cock, holding him hard, and then started stroking. It was a tight fit, but I made it work.
“How bout we take this upstairs. Stay the night, yeah?” I asked.
He nodded and picked me up bridal style and carried me to my room. He shut the door behind him and placed me on my bed softly. He removed his boots and socks and leaned over me to kiss me. I opened my thighs and made room for him as our groins met as laid on top of me.
“Touch me, Derrick, please,” I begged when I came up for air.
He looked at me. Seeing the lust in my eyes, he slid his hand slowly down my upper body and then up under my top, his hand stopping at my right breast to tease my nipple, squeezing lightly. It felt so good, but I wanted more, so I grabbed my top and lifted it over my head. He started kissing my neck and slowly moved lower. When he got to my breast, he looked at me, and when I nodded my assent, he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. Sliding his hand further south and under my pants and panties, he rubbed my clit softly. I bucked my hips, trying to get him to go harder. He pulled back and removed his T-shirt one handed as I moved my hands down his body to his jeans and undid the belt and button and zipper. I slid my hand down under his briefs and started stroking him, and he started bucking against me, too, so I pulled down his jeans and briefs to rid him of his clothing, but when I could only get them to his knees, he took them off the rest of the way, throwing them behind him as he swapped breasts. As I slid my pants and panties down one-handed, he used his other hand to hold himself up and helped me take them off, throwing them, too. Once they were removed, I spread my legs, and he zeroed in on my clit again, rubbing harder and harder until I was bucking madly.
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispered.
And I let go. I came so hard that I had to bite my hand to stop myself from screaming.
“Make love to me, Derrick,” I whispered to him.
“Are you sure, baby?” he asked back just as quietly.
I was scared. They’d taken so much from me, but I couldn’t let them win. I looked Derrick in the eyes, and I knew he would never hurt me and would stop if I asked.
“Please, just don’t try to take me from behind. That will set me off, and I know I will fight you hard. If you are looking into my eyes, I hope I’ll be okay,” I whispered.
“We’ll take this at your pace, honey. You want to slow down or stop, you tell me, okay?”
“Okay, thanks. Now continue,” I said, grabbing his hand and using it to rub my pussy.
Getting the hint, he began all over again. Pretty soon, I was seeing stars and coming again.
“Oh, Derrick, fuck me,” I pleaded.
“Last chance, Monique. Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you ever again, baby,” he said.
“Hell, yes, I’m sure. Get in me now,” I ordered.
“So demanding. I love it.”
He climbed between my legs, and I put my hands on his shoulders as he slowly entered me. God, he was so big, so thick and long. He slowed down, stopping about halfway, and looked at me. When I pushed my hips up, he smiled and kept going until he was flat against my pelvis, and he stayed there.
“Oh, baby, you are so tight. I forgot how good this was. I missed you so much. God, so hot and wet.”
“Move. Please. Derrick.” I moaned.
He started moving slowly, out, then in all the way. I bucked up into him as he came down, and we both gasped.
“So good... faster, harder, please,” I begged once again.
Doing exactly as I asked, he started moving faster.
“Yes! Oh, yes, yes... Derrick... so good,” I said, moaning.
“Oh, baby. Please... I’m gonna come.” He moaned.
He moved his hand down and used his thumb on my clit, rubbing it while he moved inside me harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clawing his back, and as I exploded, I burrowed my face into his neck and bit it to keep myself quiet.
“Oh, Monique. So good.” He gasped and started to thrust harder, and then he stilled, coming inside me. Using a finger to move my chin up, he kissed me before turning us so we were lying, facing each other on our sides with him still in me.
“I don’t want to leave from inside you.” He smiled at me, and as he slowly pulled out, I grimaced in pain.
Ouch, that hurt.
“Oh, fuck, baby. I didn’t use a condom. I’m so sorry, Monique. I got carried away, but I’m clean. I can show you the test results, and I’ve always used a condom before,” he said in reassurance.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m clean, too, but I’m not on birth control, Derrick. I haven’t been with anyone since... well, you know when. It’s not like it mattered because last time, I got pregnant while I was on the pill and you used condoms, so please, if anything happens, don’t walk away from me again. Even if you don’t want to be with me, be there for the child,” I said.
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere ever again. It nearly killed me walking away from you before. I’m committed to you. I want to marry you and make you my old lady. I want to have more kids and be here full-time for all our kids. You’re stuck with me for life,” he vowed.
“Wow, okay. That was a speech and a half, but if you think that was a marriage proposal, you’re going to have to do better than that,” I said to him.
“I’ll keep that in mind, but just know it’s coming. You won’t know when or where, but it’ll be in the near future. I want to make you mine in every way as soon as possible because I love you, Monique. For life.”
“God, I love you too, Derrick.”
Leaning over, Derrick kissed me again and pretty soon, it got heated, and he was inside me again. He flipped me so that I was riding him, and I put my hands on his pecs so I could get more leverage. As I slid up and down, swivelling my hips, he panted hard.
“Oh, please, baby.” Panting, he grabbed my hips and pis
toned into me from beneath.
“Hold on. Not yet,” I said, panting myself.
“I gotta come. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Monique, please, baby,” he pleaded.
I was so close, so I leaned down and kissed his neck, then sucked on it.
“Now, lover,” I whispered in his ear.
He shouted my name loudly, and I knew he would wake the kids.
“Oh, yes, yes, Derrick,” I yelled as I came, and then I flopped down onto him, and we slowly got our breathing under control.
He rubbed my back, his hands finding my scars.
I rose up, smiled sadly at him, and said, “They made a mess of me, Derrick.”
“I don’t care, baby. I still love you—scars and all.”
“I know. I love you, too. Holy shit, Derrick, how much come can you produce? I’m flooding here.” I smiled cheekily at him, and he slapped my arse.
“Cheeky wench.” He laughed, then said, “Hold that thought, baby. I’ll be right back.”
Derrick moved me to his side, jumped off the bed, and walked into the bathroom. When he came back out, he was holding a wet washcloth and a towel. After cleaning me up and drying me, he chucked them in the laundry hamper, then climbed back into bed and cuddled back into me. Running his hands down my back, he found the scars that were always covered and began tracing them with his fingers as he smiled at me sadly.
“I love you, Monique. I never stopped,” he stated simply.
“I love you, too, Derrick. You are the only man I’ve ever loved,” I told him.
He kissed me, and once again, it got heavier, and before we knew it, he was making love to me—again. As soon as we both came, he once again cleaned me, and then spooned me as I drifted off to sleep.
Waking in the morning, my poor pussy was a little sore, especially since he ended up having me again in the early hours of the morning.
When Derrick pulled me harder to his front, I knew he was awake.
“Morning, baby,” he said.
“Morning. I don’t want to get out of bed, but we have to. The kids will be up soon,” I stated.
Derrick just groaned and pulled me closer, then kissed me.