In Fury Lies Mischief

by Amo Jones

  With his other hand, he downs the rest of his drink and then tosses his cup to the ground, reaching into my pocket to grab my smokes and Zippo. He lights one and puts them into his pocket, before dragging us behind Val’s RV.

  It’s strange, because even though we’re only behind the RV and everyone is right there, it feels like it’s far enough away. I can hear the song “STARGAZING” by Travis Scott playing loudly just as he slams me up against the bus with one hand latched around my throat.

  “Do you want Kaizer?” And there it is.

  “What?” I breathe out, or attempt to.

  Killian tilts his head, studying me as if I’m a science project. Some freak that he’s captured and attempting to decipher. There’s something frightening about being manhandled by a killer. The very hands that make me come are the same that end lives. But then there’s the power that comes with it, because he hasn’t hurt me.

  “Killian…” I tap his hand and just when I think he’s not going to release any air, he slightly loosens his grip.

  Pushing the smoke between his teeth, he hisses, baring his teeth and I swear if it didn’t put the fear of God in me, I would orgasm by the animalistic sound that vibrates out of him. He smirks, but his eyes remain feral as he wraps my hair around his fist, spinning me around. My face slams into the side of the RV. He shoves me harder, keeping one hand secured around the back of my neck, holding my face against the metal.

  “Arch your back, Little Dragon…”

  I do, leaning over more. I’ve become accustomed to how Killian fucks.

  He has such a violent grip on my neck and hair that I didn’t expect him to be so gentle when I feel the palm of his hand run up the inside of my thigh.

  My eyes close.

  “You’re a fucking dirty bitch just like me.” His fingers dip into my panties from the back, and I clench around his invasion.

  “Take your jeans off.” He releases me, flicking his smoke to the side, as I unbutton my jeans and they drop to my ankles, along with my panties.

  His hand comes back to my neck, and he bends me forward as his other hand comes to my mouth. “Spit.”

  I try, but because of all the weed, I’m dry.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I do, and his fingers go down my throat, reaching for my tonsils. I gag, spitting on his hands.

  “Good girl.”

  He brings his hand to my pussy from behind and I groan at the slick touch of him. He rubs me back and forth slowly, his finger pressing against my clit with every thrust before it disappears and the tip of his cock presses against my opening. He slams into me roughly and I scream out, my back arching and my hair flipping back. Heat flushes through me, sweat beading on my forehead.

  “Shit.” His cock touches the tip of my cervix every single time, and I cry out as tears pour down my cheeks.

  He pulls out just before I feel myself start the climb.

  “Kaiz,” he calls out, and my eyes flash up in a panic, everything south turning down a notch.

  My heart thunders in my chest as Kaizer comes forward out of the shadows, a smirk on his mouth and a bottle of whiskey hanging from his two fingers. He’s wearing a white shirt and blue jeans with Nike high tops on his feet.

  “You still wanna play, Little Dragon?” Killian coaxes behind me.

  “What’s the game?” I examine Kaizer.

  “The game is truth or dare.”

  I gulp. “Doesn’t look like any truth or dare that I’ve ever played…”

  “That’s because it’s not,” he answers, just as his hand comes back to my pussy. “So, truth or dare?”

  I think over his words, while trying to settle my body from falling for his touch.

  “Truth!” I don’t want to do dare just in case he dares me to do something I don’t want to do.

  His touch becomes frantic as his cock presses against my opening again. “Is it true that you want to fuck Kaizer?” Killian asks as he reenters me. I whimper against him, bending over even farther.

  I don’t answer.

  He goes deeper, thrusting inside of me relentlessly until I’m crying out in pain but moaning in pleasure. “True?” he asks. “If you say yes, Saskia, I’ll have Kaizer fuck you right here and now and I won’t give a fuck about it, but this would be the only time that you will be allowed. Do you understand?” No, I didn’t, because people fucked who they wanted for the final act. But I nodded, because he was terrifying right now.

  “I understand,” I breathe out, slowly pressing myself against him and not caring that Kaizer is watching the whole thing.

  Killian slams into me. “So do you want to fuck him?”

  I shake my head. “No!” I cry out as he slams into me forcefully. Not fast. Just hard.

  “Then stay the fuck off his dick.” His hand grips my hip as his other yanks on my hair, forcing my head back. I scream out when he pounds into me.

  “Aw, come on, cuz, come cover her mouth…” Killian calls to Kaizer.

  “With my dick?” Kaizer jokes, coming closer.

  I freeze, stilling beneath Killian’s grasp.

  It was small, but Killian’s thumb circles over my hipbone, and I don’t know if that was his way of reassuring me that he’d never let that happen and that he was just being exactly who he was, a fucking trickster, or if I was reading too much into it, but the motion went straight to my heart.

  “Bring it anywhere near her and I’ll fucking cut it off.”

  Kaizer chuckles, bringing the rim of his bottle to his mouth. “Damn, well, that’s new.”

  Killian pushes into me harshly again and picks up the pace. With every thrust, my cervix shakes and screams, the life being torn out of me.

  “Little Dragon, he’s gonna cover your mouth.”

  I nod, just as my core tenses.

  Kaizer’s hand comes to my mouth to shut me up as Killian continues to drive into me from behind. Within seconds, I can’t take the onslaught of pleasure anymore. My muscles lock up, my legs liquify and turn to jelly as I groan, biting down on Kaizer’s palm.

  “Holy fuck,” Kaizer smirks, looking down at me with hooded eyes. “She fuckin’ bites?”

  Killian groans, pulling out of me as hot liquid shoots out on my back. “Yeah. She does.”

  I slowly stand, fighting my shaking limbs and dizzy brain from the weed. I snatch the bottle off Kaizer and bring it to my mouth. I didn’t intend to drink tonight, but I need a shot. One shot. Just to calm my nerves.

  I ignore the drip of Killian’s cum slipping down my spine as Kaizer turns to make his way back to the party, shaking his head.

  “Fucker!” Killian calls out, tucking himself away as I pull up my panties and shorts. “Get it now?”

  Kaizer pauses, looking between Killian and I as if we’re both crazy. “Oh, loud and clear. Literally.” Then he turns and disappears back into the party.

  “My Love” from Justin Timberlake starts playing. I lick my lips, reaching for my smokes in his pocket and grabbing one out.

  Killian blazes it up with my Zippo and then lights his own, blowing out a thick cloud of smoke.

  “Why’d you do that?” I ask, confused. I partly don’t want to look at him. The song is loud, corrupting the atmosphere, trying to shift it deeper than what it is. “You know that I haven’t been with anyone here, Kill. You know that I don’t just open my legs to—”

  He pushes into me until I’m backed up against the RV, his legs coming between mine with his finger pressed against my lips. “Shut up. I’d never let anyone lay a fucking finger on you, much less their cock.”

  His eyes search mine and I’m momentarily paralyzed by the way he makes me feel. “Why?”

  He puffs on his cigarette, bringing his lips to mine and blowing smoke between my lips. I inhale it slightly before puffing it back out. His hand comes to rest on the side of my head. “Don’t know. I guess I’m a fucking idiot.”

  “You’re not an idiot.” I shake my head, dropping my smoke on the grass and pressing it
into the blades with the sole of my shoe.

  “Nah.” Killian chuckles, but it’s not sinister. “I am.” He pushes up from the bus and releases me.

  “Hey!” I reach for his arm, but he rears away from me. “What’s wrong?”

  He looks right through me, but I notice it this time. The flash of pain that bares itself to me briefly. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

  He turns, leaving me fucking speechless and with his cum dripping all over me.

  My father leaned down. “Put your hand out, son.” I did. I always followed orders from him, even when I knew it was uncomfortable for him to give them to me. My father wasn’t like Kaius, he had too much heart to be a Father. I remember my grandfather scolding him for it.

  “How could you be a Cornelii and not want to make people hurt. You’re an embarrassment.”

  I felt bad for my dad for a while, but then I slowly realized that my pops was right.

  This was what we were. The Brothers were savage, but we did the things that The Four Fathers didn’t need to do anymore. We were at their beck and call. Our hands would get dirty for their sins. We wore the blood of their enemies as a fucking Brioni Vanquish suit, and we wore it fucking well.

  “What’s this?” I asked, shooting him with a look. I was fourteen. I fucking knew why he was giving me the Blood of the Blade. I knew he had failed the blade a lot. The blade that was carved from our ancestors’ bone and blessed by the Kiznitch witch. It’s all fucking dark magic that existed in our world, only you’d never see it. You’d just know that it fucking existed from the mere fact that this kind of evil didn’t exist in a normal world.

  “The Blood of the Blade. It was your grandfather’s when he was a Brother, and then when he became a Father, he gave it to me when I became a Brother, and now it’s yours.”

  I squeezed it in my hand, feeling the power seep into me. That’s when I knew for sure. I knew I was nothing like my father. I was everything like my grandfather.

  I smirked. “I won’t let you down.”

  Dad frowned slightly, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I wish you would.”

  “Well, I won’t. I’m not a quitter.”

  “You’re not,” Dad sighed, taking a seat in the kitchen. “Unfortunately.”

  The day I was handed The Blood of the Blade was a defining moment for me. I knew that no matter what, I’d always do what I needed to do for my brothers. Always.

  That is, until Saskia Dragavei walked her fucking ass back into my life.

  I run my hands through my hair, tossing and turning in bed. How can something so fucking simple be so fucking difficult? If it wasn’t me or my old man that fucked with her, then who the fuck was it?

  The lights were dim. I hadn’t spoken to Killian since last night, but I’ve come to the realization that this is probably our thing. We fuck, talk, and then it gets weird, but not right before it gets sweet.

  Eh.

  I slip into my leathers and quickly change my mindset for my first act. I want to start it off by blowing fire to start the staffs, so I need to be sure I’m wearing absolutely nothing flammable.

  I make my way to the center of the stage as Delila introduces me on the other side. “The Bleeding” by Five Finger Death Punch starts playing as the curtain drops. I already have the liquid in my mouth, so I blow out until the flames ignite the end of the staff, before I light the other end with the remaining liquid in my mouth.

  Thankfully, I didn’t catch on fire, so a surge of adrenaline spikes through me as I flip the staff around and the crowd erupts over the song.

  I spin it around, moving my body around the stage to the music with the flame following me. When the song ends, I sink into the background as the curtain drops. I’m so hyped up from feeling the fire around me again in Midnight Mayhem that I don’t realize Delila is glaring at me from across the room. She yanks me back into my cubicle where Perse and Val are getting ready.

  “You weren’t ready to blow. Why’d you do that?”

  “I was ready!” I protested. “I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t.”

  Delila sighs, massaging her temples. “I swear, all of you are going to kill me.”

  The next act up was the rope. My favorite. Not because Killian is with me during it, but because I feel like it’s what I excel at and what comes most natural.

  This time it opens differently. Delila doesn’t introduce us. I begin swinging the rope with the flame burning on the end. I slow the turn as Killian revs his bike loudly in the back of the audience.

  I close my eyes and inhale, slowly breathing out as I allow the loud pulsing of his Harley to soothe my erratic heartbeat. “11 Minutes” from Halsey starts playing loudly as I swing to the beat, sliding the end to the bottom of the ground so the circle of gas that’s around me ignites. I start flicking it around my legs and doing my same routine as Killian rides up the stage. My eyes meet his, his Joker face makeup doing nothing to calm me. The audience is hyped, standing and clapping, as I swing the rope around my neck and kick it back out with the end of my foot. Killian rides his bike into the fire and revs the engine until his back tire is kicking up smoke and putting out the flame. He spins it in a complete circle until the whole flame is out and reaches for the rope, snatching it back and kicking up the stand on his bike. He makes his way toward me, gripping onto my hair and forcing me to the ground.

  He forces his thumb between my lips until my mouth is wide and that’s when I realize what he’s doing. He wants me to put the flame out with my mouth.

  Slowly, he lowers the tip down into my mouth and I’m praying that the paraffin that I used to ignite the flames isn’t still toxic in my mouth. Fire eating is difficult. More difficult than fire breathing and I’ve got to admit, breathing and blowing fire is hard in general. If you so much as suck in any air, you’re lighting your entire insides on fire—but fire eating is hard for other reasons. One, being that a great fire breather should never blister themselves, and two, being that there has to be a quick reaction as to cutting off oxygen in your mouth, which is essentially what puts out the fire—not so much your saliva.

  I wrap my lips around the flame that’s burning upward now, just as Killian squeezes his hand over my mouth, cutting off all oxygen. The fire goes out and the audience once again erupts into fits of applause.

  I’m breathing so hard with my heart pounding in my chest that I don’t even realize I’m still on the ground and the curtains are being drawn

  Killian helps me up. “You good?”

  I nod. “Yeah.”

  “You’re a natural.” He kicks up his bike and wheels it to the back and back out the exit. I want to talk with him about last night, but I don’t know how to approach it. I just know that I want to. Their act isn’t for another two, so I make my way outside, coming face-to-face with him. He was obviously coming back in.

  “Can we talk?” I ask nervously. “Before your act.”

  “Ours. I still need you, but yeah.” He pulls out a smoke and lights it up.

  “About last night…” Instantly, he drops his smoke on the ground and puts it out. He turns to leave, but I reach out for him.

  He pulls away. “Don’t think into anything I say, Saskia.”

  “How could I not!” I ask, and my hands are up doing the dramatic dance that girls seem to do any time they’re trying to drive a point home. “You say these things and act a certain way…”

  “Sass… fucking stop.” He sighs. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone there with you, but I fuckin’ did because I’m an idiot. For so many reasons other than the ones that you’re aware of. It won’t happen again.” He turns, leaving me outside with a confused fucking brain and anger simmering so deep inside of me that I can’t fucking think straight.

  “I knew I shouldn’t have gone there with you…” My phone vibrates in my pocket and I reach for it aimlessly, pulling it out to see a text from Hope.

  Hope: I’m in San Antonio. Can you meet with me?

  I ignore her text and hit di
al. When she doesn’t answer, I type out a reply. I’m in the middle of a show. Tomorrow?

  I’m heading back inside when she replies. I know. I’m sorry. Can you meet me after the show?

  Me: Ok.

  Hope: But Saskia, I don’t want anyone knowing. I can’t risk people knowing that I’m here. I need you to sneak away. If you can, meet me at Tabella. It’s an Italian pizza shop in town that’s open twenty-four seven.

  I reply instantly, telling her that I’ll find a way to meet her after the show.

  The show that I don’t want to have to perform in right now after that conversation with Killian, much less get in the wheel with him.

  But I do. We go through the acts like usual until the very end. I’m walking back to my RV, feeling sick to my stomach, when I bump into Kenan.

  “That was electric!” He pulls me under his arm.

  I laugh, heading upstairs to change.

  “’Night, Kenan!” I call out, as he’s heading out to the party.

  I sneak back through the RV, shutting the door behind myself. I’ve never been to San Antonio before, but I know that we’re right near the city. I can call a taxi to pick me up and take me to the pizza place. After throwing on a hoodie, I head back out.

  I’m walking past Perse’s RV when I hear her call out to me.

  I freeze, turning to face her and shocked to see not just her and King, but the rest of the Brothers too—along with Kaizer. I don’t know what they were talking about, but it looked heated.

  Perse starts jogging over toward me. Shit. Shit. What am I going to say I’m doing leaving at this time with a damn hoodie over my head and my makeup not washed off.

  “Where you going?” she asks, confused.

  “I’ve—” I search her eyes, when I realize something. She’s my friend. Maybe I could trust her with this. “Do you promise not to say anything?”

  Perse shuffles uncomfortably, peeking over her shoulder slightly before coming back to me. “If it doesn’t get you in trouble then yes.”