by Kane Daemon
I stood and ran to the door where I was met by a third man, just as meaty, dressed the same way. I was screwed.
“Do you know who lives here?”
“Zane Legend,” the man by the door said.
I backed away and grabbed the chair, threatening them. The two men looked at each other and laughed.
Guy number one started around the pool. “I think you need to show us some pussy.”
“And some titties,” the other man said, also working his way around the pool.
“I’ve got her ass,” door guy said.
They closed in around me, blocking my way to the door, the first guy grabbing the chair and tossing it in the pool.
“We’re going to have some fun with you,” door guy said. He reached toward me and then went airborne. The splash in the pool sent water against the wall.
The other two guys turned and stood in horror, Zane’s giant fist coming down fast. Zane hit the largest of the two men. The man flailed backward and landed on the guy in the pool.
I backed toward the house when Zane grabbed the third guy who managed to get off a swing. His fist missed wildly. Zane droved the man against the house, his head cracking against the glass.
“Start talking,” Zane said. He punched the guy in the face before he could answer. “I didn’t hear you.” Zane glanced at me. “You okay?”
“Zane!”
The second guy he knocked into the pool had managed to get out. The punch hit Zane square in the jaw, sending him crashing into the table and chairs. He went after Zane, giving him a chance to get up.
The guy Zane had against the house started toward the fray. I followed.
“Hey, asshole.”
The man turned, and I gave him a chair to the face. He went down hard and stayed.
The other two men, wet and pissed off, jerked Zane to his feet. Big mistake.
Zane landed an elbow across the bridge of the smaller guy’s nose. The man cried out and dropped to the ground. He swung at the other guy but missed, the man catching Zane in the ribs with his left fist. Zane let out a loud humpf and stared wildly at the guy. That was when I knew Zane was deadly. The man didn’t have a chance. Zane struck the man with such force that some of the man’s teeth landed at my feet.
The guy stood still for a few seconds, blood pouring from his mouth. The other two men struggled to their feet and took off through the gate leading to the front of the house.
“Who sent you?” Zane grabbed the man’s shirt, pulled him close, and hit the man again, sending him flat against the house. The man mumbled something I couldn’t understand. “Who sent you? It’s the last time I ask nicely.”
The man spat a glob of blood on the ground. “I don’t know, Zane. We got a call. Told us you were at work and she was here. The guy told us it was free pussy and five-grand.”
“When he calls again, you give him a message. I’m back in the game, and I’m coming for him.” Zane grabbed the guy and shoved him toward the gate.
The guy fumbled with the gate and looked at me. He left without another word.
Zane fixed the table and chairs and then took a seat. “That’s what you’re going to have to deal with. Sure you want to stay.”
“I was just about to fuck them up,” I said.
Zane looked at me for a long moment and then smiled. “I’m sure you were.”
“So, am I your ol’ lady?” I made air quotes, and he laughed.
“That you are.” He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me onto his lap. I pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the side.
“Does that mean I get to do bad things?” I asked teasingly.
He untied my top and tossed it onto his shirt. “Bad things to me.” He licked each nipple and moved his hands around my back.
“I think that can be arranged. You going to tell me about those bad guys?” I moved from his lap and then pulled his jeans to his ankles, freeing his cock. Still wearing my bikini bottoms, I straddled his lap.
Zane leaned forward and engulfed my left nipple, sucking me until it hurt. I grabbed his hair and pulled him back. “I’ve never seen those guys before.”
“Think whoever sent them also had something to do with your wife’s death?”
He moved the underside of his cock against my covered pussy. “I do. Your next question is why I didn’t call the police. The answer is simple. When you’re part of an MC, the police bring additional headaches.”
I moved my bikini to the side and let his cock slide up and down between my wet lips. “What’s next?”
Zane shrugged and moved his hand to the back of my neck then pulled me against him, his mouth opening to mine, his tongue exploring, the tip long and titillating. I moved to sit back but moaned when his cock entered me. “I think we just have to be more careful. Be aware of what’s going on around us. Tomorrow, I’m meeting with Trucker.”
I rocked my hips back and forth, filled with Zane’s cock. I pressed down on him, my salaciousness being feed. “And what about tonight?” I put my arms around his neck. “Are we still going?”
Zane placed his hands on my thighs and forced me forward, his cock impaling me. I let out a small whimper. “Definitely. It’s where I close business deals. You'll meet some very hard-ass people. Most with a stick up their ass.”
I placed my forehead against his. In moments, seconds, I lost myself to the delicious sensation of his cock moving in and out of me. “And I’m supposed to wear a black dress,” I said softly. I really wanted to skip the whole evening and just stay on his lap.
He moved his hands to my ass, and one of his fingers slipped between my cheeks. I moaned and pressed down on his finger, sending it deeper. “Yeah,” he said. “The tight one.”
“You’ll have the hottest ol’ lady at the event.”
He removed his finger from my ass, and I pouted. “I take it you liked that?” he asked. I nodded, and he moved his finger back to my ass. Mike never liked exploring, and I was willing to do whatever Zane asked or told me to do. I also never wanted to be told to do anything, but that also changed with Zane. The man took charge, and giving over that power to him excited me.
As far as being his ol’ lady? Though I didn’t like the name, I understood the reason it was there.
“I should go take a shower and get ready for the evening.” I tried to move, but he held me in place.
“We’re not finished yet, so you should stay where you are.” He pulled me forward, and I felt his dick pressing against my soul.
“We’re getting a little bossy,” I said and kissed him hard, wanting to meet his aggression.
Zane lifted me from his lap and stood. He quickly bent me over the table and spread my feet apart with his foot. He moved his hand up my back and pressed my chest flat against the hard surface. My ripe nipples were not at all pleased by the pressure. “Yeah, we are,” he said.
His cock pressed against my hole, and he stayed there. “You’re warm.”
I looked back. “You made me that way.”
“And wet.”
“You made me that way too.”
He moved forward, and I felt the head spread me apart. Again, he stopped. “Ever been to a black-tie event?”
I shook my head, dying for him to fuck me. I tried to push back, but he held me in place. “I’m sure it’s not that big of a deal.”
He moved forward, and I grabbed the table as he filled me with his cock. “Oh, it’s a big deal. But you’re not to leave my side. Clear?”
“Clear,” I said. I looked back again. “Please fuck me.”
Zane smirked, and for a moment I thought he might walk away. But then his face grew hard, his hands grasping my hips. He did exactly as I requested, fucking me so hard the table began moving toward the pool. For the second time in three days, I came with a dick inside me.
Zane pushed harder and faster, his hands almost hurting me, his balls slapping against my pussy each time he impaled my hole. He moaned a moan that sounded more like a growl.
He came, and I felt every drop of cum entering me. I had no idea a man’s juices could feel so good, so erotic.
Zane slowly pulled from me and helped me up. He scooped me into his arms, his stuff dripping from me, and carried me into the house, down the hall, and to his bedroom. Zane brought me into the shower and lowered me to my feet, turning on the water. When he began washing me, I thought I might melt into the floor. I had landed in my very own fairy tale.
He left after a few minutes. I remained in the shower, thinking about all that had happened during the day. I could have died but had been rescued by Zane. I could have finished myself off but was finished by Zane. Fuck, I was falling in love.
Zane grabbed his phone when it rang and headed to his office. I hoped that his business life would not be put before our personal life.
By the time he returned to the bedroom, I was done showering and standing in front of the mirror, drying my hair. “Everything okay?”
“Work is a pain in the ass.” He glanced at his watch. “I’ll be in my office for a bit. We’ll head to the charity event around eight.” He put his arm around me and lifted me from the floor, locking his lips over mine, taking my breath away. When he lowered me to the ground, his hand slipped between my ass cheeks. “You’re fucking gorgeous. You know that?”
CHAPTER NINE
The Killer
I watched her leave the club’s warehouse. Her sweet, thick ass swung side to side like she knew every man would be watching. This one was Emma Straighter. Wife of Bain Straighter.
She climbed into her Escalade shortly after six, probably on her way home to fix dinner. I knew the Straighters had a live-in maid, but I wasn’t sure if she was the cook, as well. It didn’t really fucking matter today. Emma wouldn’t make it home. You didn’t do what I did while inside someone’s home. Mary Jasmine had been an exception because that slum was in no way a home. She died in a graveyard called Calisto Motel.
I waited a few seconds to see if Bain assigned a Prospect to follow Emma. Those club asshole wannabes were useless in protecting anyone. Most of them were armchair tough guys. When it came to throwing a punch, most of them hid behind their ol’ ladies. I waited a bit longer, and when no one followed Emma, I pulled from the curb and started behind her.
Emma had wide, sexy hips. The kind of shape that was right for making babies. But it was her big titties that I looked forward to seeing. My dick would fit nicely between the two enormous melons right before I gave her a messy facial. I chuckled and turned up the radio, Charlie Daniels wailing away on his fiddle. My cock pressed against my jeans, and I shifted it to stretch down my leg. Nailing Mrs. Straighter was going to be the highlight of the year. At thirty, she was one of the youngest ol’ ladies in the club. Most of the members have had a pussy that's been around the block and through it several times. Not Bain, though. That son-of-a-bitch had the freshest pussy in the club.
Emma would first stop at her mother’s house as she did at least once every day. The small ranch-style sat off the main highway on ten acres of desert-like land. Nice and private. But Emma would not find her mother at the house. If only she looked around on the grounds outside. If she had, she would find her in a shallow grave at the edge of the property. I left her hand, sticking up out of the ground to make the search easier. Once the authorities dug her up, they would find she put out right before she died. She had been the most exquisite piece of fifty-year-old ass I’d ever had. It was apparent where Emma inherited her body.
Emma pulled down the long driveway leading to her mother’s house. I stopped along the highway shoulder and watched until she stopped at the front of the house. This shit was getting easier. As soon as she was inside, I pulled down the same road and parked behind her car.
“Can I help you?” She met me at the door, obviously concerned about her mother.
“Your mother put in a service call about her refrigerator.”
Emma looked around me, eyeing the Honda Civic. Her eyes shifted to me, and she tried to slam the door in my face. I stuck my foot between the door and the jamb, drawing my gun and grabbing her by the hair when she tried to run.
“Do you fucking know who I am?”
“I do, in fact.” I jerked her to the floor, pressing her face into the hardwood. “You’re going to do something for me. If you don’t, it’s a bullet in the head. Understand?”
She nodded. “As long as you understand who you’re fucking with, asshole.”
“Great, I love a good fight.” I removed my belt and created a loop. “Fucking move and you’re dead, bitch.” I slipped the loop over her head and secured it around her neck, trapping her blonde hair, hair that I would cut for a souvenir. I grew hard with the anticipation of fucking her, my cock hard against her bubble ass. I wondered how many times Bain spread her cheeks and made a creamy deposit.
I pulled on the belt, and her hands went from fighting me to grabbing at the loop. Her jeans were fucking tight, and I imagined the crotch smelled like pussy. The thought sent a rush to my dick and made my mind swirl. I gave the juicy mound a good slap and laughed.
“Push your fucking jeans off.” I released the tension on the belt. “You try to get up, and I’ll be fucking your corpse.”
Emma hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down and over her voluptuous ass. “When he finds out, he’ll come after you. You can’t hide. He’ll cut off your cock, shove it down your throat, and make you choke on it.” I considered sticking my cock in her mouth, but the bitch was the type who would bite it off.
Yeah, I had fetishes. Suffocation. Ass eating. Fucking the dead. Nobody knew, of course. I was that nice guy. The guy you didn’t suspect. Take away the beard and all the fucking tattoos, and I’m at your house saying hello to the parents, fucking your mother when your father has his back turned.
I buried my face between Emma’s big ass cheeks and licked her hole, my hand on the belt, pulling just enough to keep her in place. I heard her moan and moved faster, deeper. Yeah, she loved it. They always did, at least until the end.
“Why’re you doing this?”
“Because Bain is an asshole.”
“You know him?” She coughed and tried to slip her fingers between the belt and her neck. I pulled tighter, and she stopped.
“I suggest you hold still.” When my cock hit her rear hole, she screamed for the last time in her life.
When I finished, I stood over her, briefly sad that such a fine piece of ass was gone. She’d taken one for the team.
I went to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk, watching the sunset to the east. Life was good. The key to being a serial killer was to be normal on the outside, deranged on the inside. Let the derangement escape for people to see, game over.
Emma was the one who would send things into chaos. Bain would look for someone to blame, someone in another club. Zane Legend thought for sure another club raped and killed his wife. Bain would think Zane had something to do with it, a revenge killing. The two would be at each other before the week’s end. Hell’s Justice didn’t stand a chance unless they came to me for help.
CHAPTER TEN
Zane
“Fucking kidding me?” I stared at the phone and leaned back in my chair. “What’s Trucker saying?”
“He’s called all the families to the club because he thinks there'll be retaliation.” Stringer covered the phone and mumbled to someone. “Guns are being dispersed right now.”
“What’s county saying?” I stepped from my office and walked down the hall to Carrie’s room. The shower deadened my footsteps.
“Two cruisers sitting out in front of the warehouse.” He mumbled something to someone and returned to the phone. “We’ve got six guys on the roof, and the electricity has lit up the fence around the property.”
“Bain’s not going to give a shit about the two police cruisers. If he thinks Hell’s Justice had anything to do with his wife’s death, he’s going to bring every motherfucker he has.” I moved through the bedroom
and waited outside Carrie’s shower. Even with shit falling apart around me my dick grew hard staring at her through the glass door. “Tell Trucker I’ll be down in an hour. And tell him not to do anything stupid.”
I ended the call and rubbed my face. I’d promised Amanda to stay out of club business especially if it meant saving my life. She wanted better for me. I wanted the same for her and, yeah, I’d failed at giving her the life she wanted. She would understand I couldn’t stand by and watch the club be destroyed by a rival. See her brother killed by a rival.
“What’s wrong?” Carrie stepped from the shower, and I handed her a towel.
“The president of the King Slayers, his wife was raped and murdered. They found her an hour ago.”
“Like Amanda?” Carrie wrapped the towel around her body and tucked the top between her breasts. She was fucking gorgeous.
I nodded. “Trucker has the club on lockdown. They’re arming for a war. All the families have been called to the club for protection.”
“What about you?”
“Fuck!” I returned to my bedroom and grabbed the Ruger from the nightstand, sticking two extra clips into my back pocket. The club was armed better than a small country.
Carrie, still in her towel, stood at the foot of my bed when I turned. “I’m going with you.”
“Damn straight you are. Get dressed and meet me in the garage.”
You never really left the club. It was always a part of you. As much as Amanda wanted our lives to be different, it never truly could be. She was part of the club way before me via her brother and father. That was why she wanted to escape it. I had promised her we would, and look where it got us. It got her dead. Going back was a no-brainer. Would Trucker take me back with open arms? I had no idea. I did know they needed every man available on deck.
Carrie met me in the garage. “Do I look like a biker babe?” She stopped at the bike. “And why’s it dark in here?”
“An ol’ lady.” I smiled. “We need to work on your terminology. Things you need to learn about this life and its perks.”