“Wait until he slides his cock inside you with that piercing,” I grin wickedly against her lips.
Her hips move faster against me, pushing into Rock’s movements, in and out. Then he’s gone, but only to return with two of his big fingers.
“Yes,” Raven pants, her hips circling against me.
I’m thrusting nice and slow. I want this to last.
“Get over here, princess, and raise your knees,” Rock growls.
Summer positions herself right next to me. I turn my face to face hers. She leans in and kisses me, she tastes just like Raven and it makes me twitch inside Raven’s heat. As Summer and I share a long slow kiss, Raven’s mouth and tongue are gliding up and down my neck, biting my shoulders and collarbone. She’s fucking starved. When Raven’s back arches and her head shoots back, I feel Rock inside her against me.
“Relax, baby, just breathe…,” I whisper to her as I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her still.
Slowly, inch by inch I can feel Rock penetrating deeper and deeper. Raven’s forehead is resting against my chest and I can feel her warm breaths on my chest.
“So tight,” Rock rumbles.
Neither of us move as we let Raven get used to having both of our cocks deep inside her. When her breathing slows and her body begins to relax, she squeezes our cocks with her muscles.
Rock and I both moan.
“Now,” she whispers.
Hell yes!
We start to move. I push in as Rock pulls out, it’s a slow dance, back and forth, in and out, it’s perfection, it’s heaven, it’s everything, and I never want it to stop.
Summer’s mewling next to me. Rock must be playing with her pussy as he’s fucking Raven’s tight hole. His balls hit my shaft every time he presses inside her, it’s just too damn good.
“Oh God, yes,” Raven pants out loudly.
Her walls are getting tighter.
Rock moves faster.
I’m pushing in deeper.
“Yes!” Raven pants.
Slap, slap, slap go his balls against my dick.
“Yes,” Summer moans.
Back and forth, I can feel his dick rubbing me every. Fucking. Time. He thrusts.
“YES,” Raven gets louder and louder.
She bites my chest and lets out a long muffled scream. Her climax hits her like a damn tsunami, her pussy’s clenching on my dick like a heart attack.
Fuck, yeah! Just…FUCK…YES. I blow, and I swear to God, I think I almost passed out.
Summer throws her head back and lets out a scream as well. Rock must have pinched her clit and sent her over.
“Goddamn this ass,” Rock growls as he slams deep inside Raven. His cock is pulsing pressed against mine. And that shit right there, it sets both me and Raven off again.
“Fuuuuuck!” I groan.
“Pleeeeease!” Raven moans.
Rock slaps Summer’s pussy, and she screams again too.
Rock pulls out and lands on the bed beside Summer. Limp and satisfied on top of me, Raven reaches an arm out and lays it across Summer. I squeeze her against me. A heavy arm lands on Raven’s back next to mine. It’s Rocks.
My heart wants to explode.
This. This is my entire world. Everything that means anything to me.
“Thank you,” Raven whispers against my ear.
Ah shit!
Love hurts, because right now I’m in agony.
“Don’t say that, hellion. Because what we do,” I kiss the corner of her mouth, “is never enough.” My words almost come out choked. Because what we just shared was way beyond physical. And I want it for the rest of my God forsaken life.
Looks like that might’ve just happened.
“I’m going to get some water. Be right back,” I palm the back of her head and kiss her deeply.
Forcing myself to leave the bed, I walk into the kitchen and grab two bottles of water from the refrigerator. Uncapping one, I tilt it up to my mouth and take a long swig when my phone on the counter catches my eye with a message. I swipe my finger across the screen and read it.
My whole body tenses. I read it again before I delete it.
I return to the bedroom where the three of them are now spooning against each other. It’s so fucking perfect.
“Here you go,” I hand Raven a bottle, then Rock.
“I’ll be right back,” I kiss Raven’s shoulder, then go quietly to our room.
As the suite door clicks shut behind my fully clothed frame, I hope I’m long gone before they realize I’ve left.
CHAPTER 26
Snake
Choices. That’s all life really is. A sequence of choices all linked together leading up to a culmination, a final act, THE final choice. One that you either make or you don’t.
Sometimes we say we have no choice, that no matter what we might decide, the outcome wouldn’t be any different.
That’s total horse shit.
I joined the service because I had two choices: either prison or the military.
I made my first civilian kill. I had a choice. Let the fucker live after what he’d done, or kill him. Simple.
Then there was another choice. Let The Program hide that ‘incident’ and join them, or not. Simple.
Everything, every goddamn choice is linked. Sometimes they’re intertwined with outside factors, like the fact that first kill outside of the service was my biological scumbag father.
If he hadn’t raped my mother, and if she’d had an abortion, that choice wouldn’t have presented itself to me. If he hadn’t come back and beat and raped her again. She choked on her own blood, that’s what killed her because she was unconscious.
I remember the first time I saw him. I was seven years old sitting in the middle of the living room floor in our one-bedroom shit hole apartment playing with my Matchbox cars. Now I remember how horrible it was, back then I was happy because she made it great. Even then I’d wanted a motorcycle, but we didn’t have the extra cash to buy any more toys. Someone started banging on the door and yelling from the other side. I’d never seen my mother scared before. She was that day. She told me to go into the bedroom and not come out. The only voice I could hear when she let him in was his, loud and threatening. He wanted to see me, he’d told her it was time he started showing me the ropes. Back then, I didn’t understand what he’d meant, not until a few years later when I found out who my ‘father’ was. I understand what my mother saw in him, with his nice clothes and fancy car, his smile and seduction. He worked for the mob, not a made man but someone who took care of things, regardless if they were breathing or inanimate. He fooled her into believing he was something he wasn’t, she let her guard down and trusted him. Until it was too late. At sixteen she ended up with two swollen eyes, a concussion, fractured ribs, and pregnant. Her family ostracized her and she was thrown out and left to fend for herself with a baby on the way. From that day on it was just her and me. The day he returned, I was practically shitting myself hiding in the corner of the bedroom. When I heard the crash in the other room, I bolted out of the door. No one hurts my mom. When I threw the door open and saw a man who looked strangely familiar standing over her body, I flung myself at him, kicking, punching, anything I could do to hurt him. He shoved me away with crack across my face. My mom screamed, clutched his arm, and pleaded with him not to hurt me, that she’d do anything he wanted. He took her into the bedroom and slammed the door. My mom told me to turn on the television, she told me to turn it up loud, and assured me she’d be okay. It didn’t matter how loud it was, I still heard her whimpers, the sound of hits and curses, and his filthy fucking words, and about how he was going to come back for me and teach me right. We moved the next day. As I got older, I looked more and more like him. I hated myself for it, the same dark hair and fucking smile that fooled my mother. So I changed what I could, like my hair, but it disgusts me knowing he lives on in me. He found her years later after I was in the military. He killed her. I filed for a discharge after her funeral,
the casket was closed because her face had been brutalized, and I vowed that I would hunt him down and torture him for days before I let him die.
I made that choice, and I wouldn’t change it now.
I own every fucking decision I’ve made in my life.
Including this one.
As my silent footfalls descend the fire stairwell steps, the fury and rage from my demons engulf me. With Raven’s bag held tightly in my hand, I exit on the main level and turn toward the door that leads to the garage.
It’s time to eliminate one of our threats.
I didn’t tell Rock or Gringo, or even Bull, that I know who has one of the other contracts on us. I kept that piece of information for myself. When I kill the vice president of the Steel Brothers, I want it all on me. I don’t want the club’s wrath coming down on anyone else, because there’s going to be hell to pay, and I’ll be the only one with the debt.
I know they’re going to search me before I meet with the president again, that’s why I didn’t bring a gun. What they don’t know is I don’t need a weapon. I AM a weapon. I’ll position myself next to him, do the deal and return the plates to their rightful owner, and finish Raven’s business. Then I’ll move on to the next matter at hand.
Kill one of the bastards contracted to kill us, the vice president of the Steel Brothers. My one regret is I don’t know who the other one is.
The five story parking deck is empty except for one man, a Steel Brothers member standing next to the elevator. We don’t speak when I approach him. I know the drill: let him pat me down as he searches for weapons, then hand him the bag so he can search that as well.
“Where’s the bitch?” he asks me as he pushes the call button for the elevator.
My blood boils. If I had time, I’d shove his fucking words down his throat with the heel of my palm on his trachea, let his blood wash them down as he choked. Instead, I smile. “I don’t know, but make sure you tell your mother hi for me after she fucks your piece of shit father. And all of his friends.”
His face turns a vivid shade of pissed off. “If there wasn’t a hands off call on you, or your people, I’d put a bullet in your fucking skull right now.”
As the elevator slides shut, I wink at him. “Sucks for you. Maybe next time.”
“Fuck you,” I hear him shout the words as the door closes.
For the first time as I approach a mission, a feeling of sadness and regret washes over me.
Because there isn’t going to be a next time.
Without a shadow of a doubt, I know this is my last time.
Raven’s scent still on me fills the small space, Rock’s voice echoes in my head, Summer’s smile flashes in front of my eyes, Gringo’s scowl makes me let out a small laugh, and Bull, fucking Bull, the big kid with the heart of gold, all of them make me wince with the stabbing pain of never seeing them again.
But the absolute worst agony is knowing that it could have been really, really good. We could have had the kind of life we’ve always wanted but never thought we could have. It was right there in my hands, all of it. I held it, caressed it, embraced it, had it in my grip.
I’ll die happy knowing that I’ll leave the ones I love with that life.
That I’m doing this for them.
Maybe, just maybe, the thing above all others is knowing Raven has a place where she’ll be taken care of. I know Rock will make sure of it. He’ll protect her because now she’s one of us. That certainty gives me the peace that everything will be alright.
But my heart hurts so fucking bad.
As the door slides open on the fifth level, I’m filled with longing, an ache so deep it’s almost debilitating. I fucking miss her. I miss Raven so fucking much and I’m not even dead yet. I love her. And I’ll never have her.
I don’t have time for this shit.
On the other side of the cement barrier is where I’m meeting Prez for the exchange. There’s one club member out in the open, but there are more somewhere around. There’s too much money in the bag I’m holding for there to be otherwise. If the elevator hadn’t made any noise, they wouldn’t know I’m coming. I’ve always been silent, it’s a fucking gift. One by one, the men materialize, until finally the president comes into view. I don’t look at the man I’m going to kill standing by the president’s side, the vice president, the one with one of the contracts to retrieve Summer. The first rule of battle is never let your enemy know your plans. I turn the corner to approach them. Nothing in the way I move tells them I’ve got an ulterior motive. I don’t give them any indication that I’m here for anything else but to close Raven’s deal.
Not until I see Hawk and Bat Boy.
What. The. FUCK.
Were we wrong about Hawk? Is he here as well to get the package, to get Summer?
Inside I’m furious, outside everything’s fine.
As I step into the circle of criminals and killers, I say, “I thought this was adults only. What’s the punk doing here?”
Prez grins, unfortunately the scar running down his face makes it look grotesque. “The question is where’s the girl?”
“She needs to be here to do the deal,” Bat Boy pouts like the fucking baby he is.
He’s pushed me too fucking far. I turn to him, “I’m going to tell you only one time. Keep your mouth shut. If you don’t, I’m going to kill you.”
“You?” he laughs. “I’d shoot your sorry ass before you could get close enough.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hawk’s jaw twitch.
I smile at the little coward. “It seems you didn’t learn your lesson, Bat Boy. Apparently you need to be shown again. Remember you asked for it when you’re pissing yourself. Just so we’re clear,” I bring my face an inch from his, “it’ll be for Raven. For turning on her. You see, I know what happened. I know you’re a two-faced shit who thinks knowing about a child defending herself is going to save your ass. It’s not.”
“People want to know who did it,” he sneers.
“Funny how that’s coming up when there’s a million dollars up for grabs. Newsflash, that offer’s off the table,” I lean back. Giving my attention back to Prez, “Here are your plates. From this moment, the matter is settled. Closed. Like we agreed. Everything that has to do with her is good.” I hold my arm out with the bag.
He stares at me a long moment with his one eye. I don’t know what the fuck he’s thinking, if he’s worried this is a set-up, if he thinks there’s a bomb or some shit in there, I have no clue. Finally, he jerks his head. One of his men steps forward to collect the bag and unzips it to make sure everything’s there. “That’s all of it,” he announces as he closes it up.
“Give him the money,” Prez states coldly, his one eye never leaving me.
Another club member steps forward and holds out a satchel. I don’t take it. Not yet.
The corner of Prez’s mouth lifts.
He knows. He knows there’s something else, he was testing me to see if I was going to move on it.
“Take the bag, Snake, the deals done. The bird is free to go,” he states quietly.
“Take the bag, Hawk,” I tell him, my gaze fixed on the men in front of me, the president and vice president. One man I’m sure is dying today, the other I’m uncertain of. The jury’s still out on that.
No one moves.
I’m not sure how many, if any, of the other Steel Brothers know about the job their vice president has been hired to do. What is certain, we’re all waiting for something to happen.
Then it fucking does.
“Snake!”
It’s Rock.
Goddamn it! What the HELL is he doing here?!
The president shifts his gaze to something over my shoulder. “Seems like the birdie wanted to come pay us a visit after all,” he smirks. “And the little blondie.” He chuckles, it’s a dark, twisted sound. “Not too smart.”
There was no indication someone was coming; the elevator didn’t make a sound. They must have come up the stairs.
FUCK.
I don’t turn around. Everyone I’m watching is in front of me, what’s behind me is a complication.
I hate complications.
Hawk hasn’t moved. He’s immobile and transfixed, a fucking statue, until he isn’t. Then he’s death.
“Leave Rock, and take them with you,” I tell him without turning.
“The fuck I am,” he’s closer now, just at the cement barrier from the sound of his voice.
“We do this together,” it’s Gringo.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The president’s one eye is leering at me. “Seems we take care of our own,” he whispers darkly.
“Yes, we do,” I tell him quietly.
My whole world, just about everything that means anything to me, has just walked in and could have pointed the bullet that’s meant for me at them.
That’s not fucking happening.
“Bitch, you couldn’t even do this right. Tell her, Prez. Tell her they want her and you’re giving her to them.” Goddamn Bat Boy.
My fucking eye twitches, I’m so furious. I want to rip out his windpipe. Then shove it up his ass.
“I should have cut your tongue out, Joey. Save everyone the headache of listening to you cry.” My bad ass demon, I love her, the psycho bitch.
Rock, Raven, Summer, and Gringo are at the outer perimeter of our circle. There’s about two feet of distance between me and the Steel Brothers, and another two feet behind them and my world.
“The broad’s got balls,” Prez tells me with a smirk. “Got to give her that.”
“Did you know?” I ask him quietly. “About the contract?”
His grin broadens. “There’s nothing about my people I don’t know.”
“I see. Was that what this was all about?” My fists are clenching at my sides as I refrain from ripping his heart out.
“Yes. I told you, we take care of our own.”
I see a flash of metal out of the corner of my eye.
“The game’s over,” the vice president snarls, he’s holding a gun. He whips around with his weapon drawn. He’s going to grab Summer.
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