by K. Webster
“You doing okay?” I cock my head to study his features up close.
He shrugs, a rare flash of vulnerability in his jade eyes. “Yep.”
“You know where to find me to talk if you’re ever not doing okay. I mean it, Dragon. If anyone gets it, it’s me. Okay?”
His nod is clipped. “He doesn’t belong here.”
The change of subject has me reeling.
“Cove?”
“Too skinny. Too afraid. Needs protection.” He shakes his head in annoyance. “Koyn makes some dumbass decisions sometimes.”
I poke his ridiculously hard, sweaty abs. “Yeah, sounds like a familiar story.”
Katana’s eyes widen and he walks away from the conversation. Dragon jerks his attention my way, his jaw clenching.
“You know I’m right, Batman.” I smirk, glad to have his focus because what I have to say is important. “Just look after Robin or this Catwoman is going to come back and add some more claw marks on your ugly mug.”
He nods, his eyes gleaming with an unspoken vow he’ll keep tabs on my brother.
“Since you guys obviously had a secret meeting while I napped, any news on the escapees?” I frown at him, crossing my arms over my chest, suddenly chilled with the fact Vidal, Collins or Press, and Night Giant still roam the streets.
“We have tabs on them,” Dragon assures me. “Now that we know where they went, Koyn was able to get more information and track them.”
“And they’re still running free because…”
“Because their web is far reaching. If we kill the spiders now, we don’t get to free all the ones caught…” His body thrums at that word. “In their web.”
“In the meantime, those people—”
“Are being cared for by Loki.”
“The God of Torture?”
Dragon lets out a booming laugh I haven’t heard in a long time. “Yeah, Stormy. That fucker is just as crazy as Prez. They’ve been working with King in Santa Clarita. King deals with quietly moving the victims out while Loki and his guys slowly torture the ones who held them captive. They keep it on the down low so that the guys in charge don’t realize their operation sites are being dismantled each time they leave one.”
“It’s only been two weeks, Dragon.”
“A lot can happen in two weeks. They’ve dismantled four already.”
“And Dan is cool with the Royal Bastards slaying rapists all over the country?” I ask in disbelief.
Dragon nods, a vicious grin on his face. “Dan’s cool. As long as we turn the victims over to him so he can return them to their families, he shows up at the agreed upon meeting place and doesn’t ask questions.”
Strong arms wrap around me from behind and I melt in Copper’s arms as his palms settle on my stomach. Dragon takes it as his cue to disappear, leaving me with my man.
“I love you, little storm. So fierce and fucking beautiful.”
I grin and twist around so I can see his handsome face. “Love you too.”
“I have some good news.” His lips curl into a happy grin.
“Oh yeah?”
A car door slams outside and then we hear barking. Something that a year ago would have sent me into a panic. Not anymore.
“My babies!”
Before I get the words out, two gorgeous Dobermans come trotting around the corner, seeking us out. They nearly tackle us, both of them healed and eager to see their parents. I gush over Hansel while Gretel tries to lick Copper’s face off.
Everything might have gotten shitty in my life for a while there, but things are finally starting to look up. I have love, a family both by blood and by bond, a precious baby on the way, and two furbabies.
My heart is full.
And, yet, I’ll never get enough.
Copper
Four months later…
Our boots slap the concrete hard, rhythmic, and with purpose as we walk down the corridor.
Court is in session.
Two of the worst men in the States are being brought to justice. They’ll pay for their sins. For all they did to lure in those victims, allowed them to be raped and tortured, and then profited on their terror. Hell, I’m not even sure Press or Vidal ever took part in any of it, but they lined their wallets with bills soaked in the blood of their victims.
They will pay.
When they began to realize their operation was being pulled out from under their feet, it was too late. We had to make our move and take them down. In the past four and a half months, we’ve rescued nearly three hundred victims, killed a shit ton of rapist motherfuckers, and as of thirty minutes ago, finally shut down their dark web video site. Koyn destroyed any and all videos he could find. He gave up the list to Dan so the Feds could hunt down anyone who logged in to watch the sick shit. Our jobs are nearly done.
Koyn pushes through the double doors and ushers me inside. Sitting in chairs side by side, Press and Vidal wait for their sentencing, pale and wide-eyed.
Of course…this isn’t a normal hearing.
This is a Royal Bastards come to Jesus meeting. Right before we send them to Hell where they belong.
“Loki,” Koyn greets, nodding at the mean-ass motherfucker who’s the prez of the Reno Royal Bastards chapter. “Thanks for not harming a hair on their pretty little heads.”
Both Press and Vidal seem to calm at his words.
Fucking pricks have no idea what’s coming to them.
“Had fun with their friends,” Loki says, casting a bored look at a few men gutted and slain nearby. “They’re all yours.”
“Money’s in the bank, brother.” Koyn bumps his fist against Loki’s. “Thanks for your service and you know where to find me if you need anything.”
“One day I might take you up on it,” Loki grunts. “See you around.”
He pulls his beanie down over his brows and whistles for his men to follow. They herd out of the room in the abandoned warehouse just outside of Las Vegas, leaving my brother and me to finish what we started so long ago.
“Remember that time you cut that fucker Genworth’s eyelids off and then burned him alive?” I ask, pulling my knife out. “Was that before or after you rammed your knife up Putnam’s asshole? I missed the good parts that night. Tell me again, Brother.”
Vidal gags and Press shakes his head, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“I remember it like it was yesterday.” Koyn grins at me, violence gleaming in his dark eyes. “I can still smell the way their skin cooked. Fucking terrible but something that never leaves up here.” He taps the hilt of his knife against his temple. “Love makin’ new memories with you, man.”
Our victims stare at us in horror, the tape covering their mouths hiding their pleas. We don’t need to hear that shit. What we need to hear are their sobs as we mutilate them.
I kneel in front of Vidal, annoyed when the fucker starts pissing his pants. Of course I’d pick the pisser. Koyn chuckles at my misfortune, but then Press vomits, spew spraying from his nose. This time, I laugh.
Karma, Brother.
Playtime is over. Now it’s time for payback. I unbuckle Vidal’s pants and drag his briefs down along with his slacks. His wet dick is pathetic, which is why it needs to go. Normally, I save this sick, brutal shit for the real psychos like Dragon, but this is too fucking personal not to handle myself. He took my girl’s siblings and was a key player in the shit she endured. For that, he’ll pay, and at my hand. Without a production, I begin sawing through the bastard’s thin dick. Blood spurts out and narrowly misses me. Ignoring his howls of pain, I detach his cock from his body, toss it to the ground, and hack through his hairy balls too. It makes my own balls crawl up inside my body because it must hurt like hell, but I don’t stop until they’re gone.
I heave them onto the ground with a loud splat as Vidal passes out. Koyn is a little more crafty in the way he cuts Press’s dick off inch by inch. All the while, he mutters harsh words at him, and I only catch the last bit.
“This is fo
r killing the kid. You took Chase from a life he belonged and thrust him into a world he didn’t. Unlucky for you, he crawled his way to the devil. The devil watches out for his people, which means if someone hurts them, he’ll burn down the goddamn earth hurting those motherfuckers back.” Koyn snarls at him as he slices off the last bit. “Every time you piss on the toilet like a fucking bitch, remember my face, cunt. Remember my fucking face.”
He tosses the hunk of dick to the floor and then stands up. I follow him away from the dickless monsters into a nearby bathroom. Once we’ve scrubbed the dirtiness of the deed from our hands and knives, we head out to find Dan. He waits by the door with a team of Feds.
“Oh no,” Koyn deadpans as he exits. “Someone must have gotten to the bad guys before us and cut their dicks off.” Several guys wince. “Better hurry and get them medical attention. We want to make sure they remember this moment for the rest of their lives in prison.”
Dan smirks at him. “The victims?”
“About fifteen of them in one of the rooms,” I tell him. “Ready for extraction.”
He sends his team in but lingers back with Koyn and me. “Their dicks? Really?”
“Don’t look at me,” I say, holding up my hands. “I didn’t slice up a dick like I was cutting up a hotdog for a toddler.”
Koyn grunts. “Don’t let him fool you with his good boy act, Dan. He took Vidal’s balls. And I’m the goddamn psycho?”
Dan’s brows fly to his hairline. “Enjoying retirement a bit much, huh?”
“Something like that.” I shrug, grinning at him.
“Most assholes take up golf,” Dan grumbles. “Whatever. I’m going to try and erase that nightmarish shit from my brain right now. What are you and Stormy doing next week? The wife wants you both over for dinner.”
“We’ll be there,” I assure him. “Get the girls to set it up.”
He clasps my shoulder and nods. “Thanks for bringing this operation down. It might not have been the way we were taught as Feds, but it’s the right way.”
“Enough sappy shit,” Koyn grunts. “Kiss goodbye so I can get back to my ol’ lady.”
We arrive back at the fancy as fuck hotel on the Strip, ignoring all the unusual stares of everyone we pass. Two badass bikers who give off the “we just cut off some dicks” aura. Let’s just say, they give us a wide berth to pass. By the time we reach the Penthouse, I’m eager to swoop my woman up and sink my very much still-attached-to-my-body dick into her body.
Koyn swipes his keycard on the panel and pushes inside only to be met by a surly Payne. As soon as he sees it’s Koyn, he nods and steps out of the way. We left the rest of the gang back in Tulsa, but brought Payne to look after the girls while we took care of business.
Sitting on the large leather sectional, two pregnant women smile back at us. Hadley’s just barely pregnant with their second baby, but Stormy is really poking out with our son.
“Koyn!” Hadley shrieks when Koyn scoops her off the couch.
“Shhh,” Koyn growls. “You’ll wake the princess. I have shit to do to you that no baby girl needs to see. Hush your mouth and let me take care of you.”
The caveman carries his girl back to his cave, leaving me alone with mine. I hold my hand out to her and help her off the couch. Once our fingers thread together, I walk her back to our room and close the door.
“We got them,” I murmur as I rip off my leather cut. “Now I’m going to get you.”
She peels off one of my old FBI T-shirts, exposing her protruding belly to me. “I’m ready.”
I smirk as I shed the rest of my clothes. She’s slower in the removal of hers. It gives me time to appreciate the way her huge tits jiggle. The second she’s naked, I grab her ass and lift her, walking her back over to the bed. Even pregnant, she weighs nothing, so I gently plant her on the bed where I can ravish her like the madman I am.
She groans when I spread her thighs and rub my nose over her cunt.
“Mmm, smells like mine.”
“Hell yeah it’s yours,” she murmurs. “Now lick it like you own it.”
I grin at her bossiness and then set to sucking and licking every sensitive part of her pussy. She jolts and spasms, ripping at my hair as she guides me just where she wants it. All it takes is a playful tug at her clit with my teeth before she’s exploding, crying out my name.
I crawl my way back up her body, once again thankful we don’t have to wear condoms anymore. In the beginning, she was adamant after what happened, but once she and Dragon were miraculously cleared from any STDs, she allowed me back inside her bare.
“The FBI shirt looked good on you,” I rumble, kissing her plump lips. “You want to go back after you have lil’ man?”
Her blue eyes are soft as she runs her fingers through my hair. I tease her pussy by rubbing my dick over it, but never entering.
“Nah,” she says with a content sigh. “I already have a place.”
“Yeah? Where’s that?”
“With you. I’m your ol’ lady and damn if that isn’t a full-time job,” she sasses, blue eyes glinting in a playful way.
I grab my dick and push into her tight body, careful not to crush our baby by settling my weight on her. “Full-time, huh? And you don’t even get paid for it. Must suck.”
“Ohhhh,” she moans. “Lots of sucking involved for sure.”
“Brat,” I grumble, nipping at her lip. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
She pulls me in for a deep kiss and breaks to murmur, “I’m incredibly happy with you.”
Our frantic lovemaking takes over the conversation and I fuck her in the claiming way she loves so much. After making her scream again, I groan as my cum jets deep inside her. Normally, I’d keep her plugged up and trapped beneath me, but not today. Today I have other plans. I pull out of her and give her thigh a playful smack.
“In the shower, dirty girl.”
Her brows furl in confusion. “Whatever, asshole.”
She crawls off the bed, waving her middle finger in the air as I go to my suitcase. The shower’s just starting by the time I prowl after her. My girl pouts in the shower, not making eye contact. So fucking predictable.
“I don’t want your middle finger, little storm,” I growl as I join her in the massive shower. “I want the one next to it.”
Blue eyes widen and turn watery when I kneel my naked ass down in front of her. “Marry me, Brenda Gale. You were always meant to be a Koynakov.”
Her hand shakes as she offers it to me, letting me slide the giant rock on her finger. “That wasn’t a question, Copper.”
“That’s because I wasn’t asking, Stormy.”
“I guess it’s settled then,” she says with a grin. “I’m going to be a fucking Koynakov.”
“Damn straight,” I growl as I rise to my feet and kiss her pretty lips.
“Well, for the record, if you had asked, I would’ve said yes.”
“I couldn’t take any chances,” I tease before growing serious. “I love you.”
“Love you too. Always.”
I spend far too long showing my woman just how much I love her. So long the water eventually grows cold and we’re waterlogged. So long it takes Hadley, Koyn, and Payne each banging on our door to hurry up so we can go to dinner.
Unfortunately, it’s still not long enough.
Good thing we have the rest of our lives.
The End
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Dragon
June
I can’t sleep.
Not since my last stint with Night Giant. When he forced me to…
Black. Black. Black.
All my rage swirls into a storm cloud of fury that successfully blocks out my memories. My nightmares might continue to haunt me, but when I’m awake, I’m in control.
I’ll always be in control.
Night Giant won’t ever get the opportunity to touch m
e again.
He might still walk the streets, but one day soon, I’ll make him pay. I want it to be perfect. The monster doesn’t know that he’s going to be in my biggest show yet.
I’m the fucking star.
He created me, so it’s only right he gets to see the final production. To be a leading role, this time in my show. I’ll make sure he feels every single ounce of pain and shame he caused me since I was just sixteen years old.
My chest aches when I think back to that day I was so brutally stolen from my life. Sometimes, Mom’s face enters my dreams. Sometimes it’s Dad. The only time tears fall is when I think about them.
My brothers.
I try not to check in on them, but it’s my guilty pleasure. Seeing my three younger brothers grow into brilliant, successful young men gives me a sliver of peace. I doubt I’ll ever show my face to them again yet seeing them feels like I can steal tiny memories of a past that was once good.
Katana, sensing my dark mood, crowds closer. If it weren’t for him saving my ass that night in the dumpster in Memphis, I would’ve probably ended up right back with Night Giant. I owe Katana my life. I owe him everything. He might have divulged to Koyn and the others my past, but it was only because he wanted to save us. I’ve forgiven him for it.
“It’s a wedding, dumbass. Put your phone away,” Stormy gripes, her pregnant ass trying and failing to steal my phone.
“Your hillbilly wedding’s over. You did the duck walk in your pretty white dress and ate cake. Leave me alone.”
She rolls her eyes that are painted heavily with mascara. Her stomach is fucking huge. Won’t be long and we’ll be adding another kid to this crew.
“I don’t walk like a duck,” she argues. “Dickhead.”
I smirk because she so does walk like a duck. “When are we having real food? I’m fucking starving.”
“Bermuda is barbequing chicken. God bless that hot boy’s heart.” She winks at me, the jagged scar I gave her stretching as she smiles. “Save me some drumsticks or so help me there’ll be hell to pay.” She smacks my stomach, nailing me with her big-ass ring.