Helter Skelter: The River Demons Louisiana MC Book 1

by Brair Lake

  “Go away, Al.”

  Al ignores me as his hand reaches out to grab my arm. A hand I attempt to shake off, but to no avail. His grip is strong as he flexes his fingers into my flesh. “I’m not going anywhere Daisy. I need you as a witness.”

  “What!” With a frown, I look at Al, staring at him right in the eye. Yet neither of us flinch.

  “I’m reporting Leon for attacking me and I need you as a witness.”

  “Are you crazy? In case you forgot. It was you attacking me.”

  Cold blue eyes linger over my body, and once more I attempt to pull my arm free of Al’s grasp. “You really think the sheriff is going to believe you, Daisy. Don’t forget you’re fucking a biker and my folks have already filed a preliminary report. The sheriff is fully aware of the mess Leon made of me. Then there’s Leif.” Al’s eyes are colder as he steps closer. His breath hot against my face.

  Deliberately I pull myself up to my full height, holding on to Al’s gaze as I whisper. “You forget Herbie was there as well.” Al may have freaked me out when he first approached me, however, there is no way I am going to let him cause trouble for Leon and my brothers.

  “Daisy, I can’t believe how naïve you’re being. With a few subtle hints from me. The sheriff will believe Herbie is being paid to provide a false statement.”

  My heart breaks for the boy who was no longer behind the man standing in front of me. I’ve watched him grow up. Shit, he may have been my brothers’ friend, but as children we played together. “What happened to you, Al?”

  “Nothing, Daisy. I love….”

  “Is everything okay here.” As engrossed as I was with Al, I hadn’t heard Hank’s approach, or noticed my sister had returned. Her gaze sweeps over the circled group. My arm feels the chill when Al swiftly lets go of me as he steps back.

  “I’ll be in touch, Daisy. Hank.”

  Hank steps aside, his gaze following Al to the main door. “Daisy press charges against him.” Uncomfortably, I shift my gaze from the door to Hank, and find him watching me. His eyes oddly blank.

  “He wasn’t hurting me Hank.”

  “No. What about that night in the kitchen?”

  My heart stops beating as it leaps against my ribcage. “I don’t know what you mean Hank.”

  Hank sighs deeply, his gaze never leaving me. “Leif told me what happened. However, until you report the assault. There isn’t anything I can do.”

  Mortification floods my body. What right did Leif have to tell someone what had happened in the kitchen. I was still feeling stupid over the incident and trying to figure out how Al had managed to trap me. There was also the issue of Leif’s and Leon’s attack on Al. Thanks to their timely intervention Al hadn’t actually managed to rape me. A shudder runs through my body from just the thought of what could have happened. “I’ll think about it.”

  “You do that, Daisy. And while you’re thinking about it. Remember his next victim may not be as lucky as you.”

  Chapter 16

  Leon – The Library Noir Valley

  Firebird’s quietness over the last few days leaves me with a prickly uneasiness. There are times when I would glance up from whatever I was doing to find her gaze on me. If I smile at her, she swiftly turns away from me. I’ve also had a visit from Hank, which makes me wonder if it has anything to do with Firebird’s behavior. That fucking kid, Al, is out to cause trouble.

  Parking the bike outside the library, I saunter into the building in search of Firebird. A quick sweeping glance of the main hall shows she is not behind her desk. Instead, there is a woman with short dark hair, who smiles at me as she glides her hand over her large tits. With a smile and a wink, I walk past her. Whoever she is, she hasn’t got what it takes to ease this constant ache between my legs. A search of the room and down several aisles of bookshelves still doesn’t produce the redhead. About to turn and ask Firebird’s colleague where she is, I hear a slight muffled exclamation. To the right of me, a door is ajar. A quick peep inside, and I find Firebird up some ladders. Silently, I walk up and peek up her black skirt. Creamy skin is revealed underneath. The temptation to stroke the flesh is too hard to resist and with a smile, I slide my hand up her tight skirt.

  “Fuck.” The explicit has me chuckling as Firebird swings her leg out in an attempt to shake off my hold. My free hand cups her hip as I lift her down, sliding her body against mine to bring her level with me. With another exclamation, she slaps me on the shoulder. Fire burns in her eyes for the first time in nearly a week. “Shit, Leon. What are you playing at?”

  “I missed you, Babe.” My lips find their own way to Firebird’s pale skin at her throat, sucking on the pulse which is beating wildly.

  “You saw me at breakfast.”

  “That was eons ago.” As we kiss, Firebird’s body pushes up against the shelves of books whilst I thrust my lower body against hers. “Shit, Firebird. You get my body all heated up. Even when you’re not there.”

  “I’m at work, Leon.”

  “I know.” My snigger is low and the slight tremble of Firebird’s body against mine, sends more blood rushing to my cock. Unable to resist any longer, I take my prize, and lock lips with the sensual woman against me. Firebird’s tongue comes out to meet mine, stroking over the flesh of my tongue as she duels with me. She grips my dreads as she thrusts her body closer to mine. With a frustrated sigh, I run my hands down the side of her body, searching for and finding the hem of her skirt. In an economical move, I shove the offending material up to her waist as she wraps her legs around my hips. The heat of her pussy has the blood pounding in my head. With an urgent tug to her panties, I swiftly thrust two fingers into the hot wet tunnel. Groaning when she clamps her muscles around my digits. Firebird’s moans vibrate against my lips as she thrusts firmly against my finger.

  “Leon. Harder.” Firebird breaks our kiss to arch her head back and I lower my head until my mouth and nose push the buttons loose on her blouse, giving me access to her nipples to suck on as I nuzzle aside the bra. “Yes. Leon… Oh shit.” Firebird’s grip on my head is fierce as she pushes against my plunging fingers. Her legs squeezing tightly around my waist. “Oh. shit Leon. I’m going to come.”

  “Not without me inside you. Babe.”

  My free hand swiftly lowers my zipper, freeing my hard cock from its confides before I surge deeply into Firebird’s hot pussy. Welcoming the tight grip she has on me. As I thrust in deep, Firebird pushes down. With each thrust and parry I make with my cock; I suck harder on the stiff flesh of her ridged nipple. Firebird’s pants turn into heavy sobs as I thrust harder and deeper into her body. The warmth of her body has mine eager to find its release. Yet, I hold back until the slight tremor and tightening of Firebird’s body signals that she is about to come. Firebird’s groans grow loudly in my ear, and it is with some reluctance I leave her nipple to find her mouth. Once more our tongues thrust as Firebird shudders over me. Then, and only then do I shoot my seed into her body. My own body shaking as I calm Firebird’s down. “Shush, Babe. It’s okay.”

  When Firebird’s body finally breaks its hold on me to free my cock, I mourn at the loss of her heat. “Shit, Leon. Anyone could have walked in.”

  Incredibly satisfied, I smile down at Firebird as she leans into my body. Her hands caressing my back as she gathers herself together. In complete bliss, I close my eyes, enjoying her scent while I breathe in deep. Then, with a chuckle I lean back without breaking contact and gaze down at the lust filled eyes and flushed cheeks. “And that, my lady is part of the reason you exploded around me. It wouldn’t surprise me if your colleague is at the door right now. Listening as you came so beautifully around me.” With another stroke, I push back the tendril of hair which has come loose from its bun. “How much do you want to bet she’s dived into the toilets to find her own climax. That her panties are wet from our lovemaking”

  “Leon!”

  With a tap to Firebird’s nose, I tuck myself back in, then push the material of Firebird’s skirt do
wn. Groaning as I hide her pale flesh from my gaze. “Now let’s talk.”

  “I have to get back to work.”

  “No. First, we talk.” Firebird’s eyes avoid mine as she continues to gaze over my shoulder. With my finger and thumb, I bring her tawny gaze up to mine, watching her as her eyelids flicker. “Look at me, Firebird, and talk.”

  “What do you want to talk about?”

  “I want to know what’s going on inside that head of yours.”

  “Nothing.” Once more, Firebird breaks our gaze. Her hands sliding down her skirt as she slips on the shoe which had fallen off while her legs were wrapped around my body.

  “Don’t lie to me, Firebird. You’ve been avoiding me whenever it’s been possible. Fuck. You haven’t been down to Demon’s Lair in nearly a week.”

  “I’m worried about my father.”

  “Liar.”

  Firebird refuses to look at me. Her small white teeth chewing on her lower lip. Then her gaze comes up to mine. Her head held defiantly as she glares at me. “Have you fucked my sister?”

  “Whoa - Who? - Poppy?” The air leaves my solar plexus as I stare at Firebird, unable to breathe.

  Firebird runs a hand over her hair. “No, not Poppy. Rosie.”

  “Why the fuck would I fuck Rosie when I have you?”

  “She says you have.”

  “And just when was I supposed to have fucked the slut? Between working, The Skull Collectors and you. I don’t have time to fuck anyone else.”

  “Don’t call my sister a slut.”

  Stepping away from Firebird, I watch the flush on her cheeks grow deeper as her breathing grows heavier. “If I’ve fucked her. She’s a slut.”

  The air turns cold as orange eyes turn icy. “Are you insinuating I’m a slut?”

  “Fuck. No, Firebird. But what kind of person would claim to have fucked her own sister’s lover?”

  Firebird rubs her hand over her eyes, her body wilting against the bookshelves as she continues to gaze at me. “She implied it happened in the past and that it was The River Demons who hooked her on drugs.”

  Shit, my head is pounding, and it has nothing to do with the earlier lust or satisfaction I obtained via Firebird or her body. “What happened before you and I became an item is part of my past. Hell, I’m not going to apologize for fucking your sister. Why the fuck should I? It happened in the past and I sure as hell don’t own a crystal ball.”

  “What about the drugs?”

  “We don’t force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do.”

  “So you’re not denying it. That it was you who introduced her to them.”

  “When we party, there are several kinds of drugs available.”

  “But you don’t take any?”

  “I don’t do coke or any shit like that.”

  Amber empty eyes gaze up at me and my stomach is in the process of having its own autumn tornado. “You should go, Leon. I’ll get Leif or Herbie to bring your stuff over to Demon’s Lair.” As Firebird stiffly makes for the door, I automatically reach out, pushing against the plywood door. “Open the door, Leon.”

  “No.”

  “Rosie’s a junkie and I’m not going to stand by while Poppy or the boys think it’s cool to take drugs.”

  “Listen to me, Firebird.”

  “No. I’ve heard all I want to hear. Also, I’ve told you before. My name’s Daisy.”

  Usually riding the roads, relaxes my body and eases the frustration within me. This is the time when I think. When I reflect on my life. Yet today, the ride is doing nothing for me. I’m unable to find the same peace I usually find and the events of yesterday continue to play in my head. Firebird continues to refuse to take my calls and late yesterday evening Leif and Herbie had turned up at Demon’s Lair with my stuff. When I’d asked how Firebird was, they’d both avoided my gaze. “Did she say anything to you?”

  “All she said. Was that you both decided the relationship wasn’t going anywhere and have called time on it.”

  “Will you ask her to call me. She’s snubbing my calls.”

  “Give her a couple of days to cool down, Leon.”

  As Leif turned, I grabbed his arm. “Give me Rosie’s address.”

  And here I am, sat outside the block of apartments where Firebird’s slut of a sister lives. With Firebird refusing to take my calls or returning any of my messages, I have decided it is time for someone to pay. Hell, someone should have warned me that love left you feeling like crap.

  The woman who answers the door bares no resemblance to Firebird or Poppy. If it wasn’t for the red hair, I wouldn’t have thought they were related, never mind siblings. Rosie Davaro is heavily underweight. Her pale skin almost translucent. The bones underneath the flesh, clear and prominent, giving her hands a gnarled look. Her cheek bones cut across her face. Amber eyes, which should be full of life, are dull and empty, just like her red hair, which is sticking to her scalp. A shudder runs through my body. If I’ve fucked this woman, it must have been in her better days. Shit, none of the women at Demon’s Lair have let their looks go like this. Shit, they may not care who they fuck. However, they do take care of their appearances.

  “What do you want?”

  “Invite me in.” Rosie attempts to push the door too, however, my foot is already wedged between the post and the door and with ease, I shove against the metal, and stroll into the room. The room isn’t much better. An unmade bed is pushed up against the far wall. The stains and smell evident in what has taken place on it. Against another wall is a large plasma flat screen television. Beside it, is a CD player combined radio. In front of the television, which has a music channel blaring from it, is an old couch with a multi colored knitted blanket lying over the back. On the floor lie several empty beer bottles and on the glass table are the remaining evidence of a party. As my gaze moves from the table, I glance at her exposed arms. Purple bruising scares the flesh. More evidence Rosie Davaro is not a light drug user. “Stay away from your family.”

  A petulant lip pouts as eyes glares at me. “And why should I?”

  “Because you’re a bitch… - Why the fuck did you tell your sister we had screwed.”

  Rosie’s face breaks into a smile. It wasn’t the sweet flirtatious smile Firebird gives me. Especially before she strips or goes down on me. No, this one is cold and full of malice. While triumph gleams in the back of her eyes. “I didn’t.”

  “No. Then why does she think we did.”

  A shrug of her shoulder’s is the only answer Rosie gives as she steps closer. Her fingers trailing up my arms as she presses her body close into me. “I don’t know. But if she thinks we already have. We might as well.”

  My smile is warmly inviting and relaxed as I pick Rosie’s body up. Gently I lay her on the bed, covering her body with mine. Her eyes turn dark with greed as she licks her lips. Lust turns the pale flesh pink. Softly, I bring my hands up to the side of her head. Cupping and capturing her face to stare deep into her gaze. My body shuffling until my hips are snuggled in between her spread legs. “I wouldn’t fuck you if it was the only way I could stay alive.” The lust and satisfaction fades from the slut’s face. To drive my point home. I thrust my lower body against her denim covered pussy. “Do you feel that? Not a thing are you doing for my body. My cock cannot be bothered to wake up for you.”

  The whore licks her lips. “I could soon change that Leon.”

  My mouth presses against her ear as I continue. Rosie’s once pliant body grows stiff under mine. “Stay away from Firebird and your siblings.” I was unable to keep the sneer in my voice at bay. “If you clean yourself up. Come see me. Then I might give you permission to visit your family.”

  “You can’t treat me like this, Leon.”

  “I can and I will make your life hell if you cause problems for Firebird.”

  “Then give me money.”

  Leaping from the bed, I straighten my cut and run my fingers over my head. “No can do little lady.” With one last sn
eer at the slut, I leave the apartment.

  “Mind if I join you.” TJ is sitting on the stool beside me at the bar before I can answer him.

  “What time are the Scarlet Runner’s due?”

  With a glance at his watch TJ glances up at me, a frown marring his forehead. “Soon…. No Firebird tonight?”

  “Nope.

  “It’s nearly two weeks since she’s been here.”

  “Yep.” Although I’m not looking at TJ, I can feel his intense gaze on me as he studies

  me,

  “And you haven’t touched, never mind fucked, another woman since you returned to the boat.”

  “Nope.” After draining the last of my beer, I squint up at Flash, requesting a refill which she hands over with a smile. Her tits are blatantly on show, and as I rake my eyes over her body, not a thing do I feel. No twitching, no blood pounding. Shit, I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone more than three days without sex. And I’m now on to my fourth day.

  TJ swallows another mouthful of his whisky, his lip curling at one end. “I might take a ride over to the house. See if there are any odd jobs which need doing.”

  “Keep away.”

  “She’s a Davaro, Leon. Who knows what she’s up to?”

  Finally, I look at TJ. The humor in his gaze is doing nothing for my disposition. “Did you fuck Rosie?”

  TJ frowns as he watches a couple of whores on the floor dancing. “Probably. It was either her or Lily.” TJ chuckles as he slaps me on the back. “Fuck, Leon it could have been both of them. Why?”

  This time, it’s my turn to smirk as I face my brother. “Then you haven’t got a chance in heaven of fucking Firebird.”