by Tillie Cole
I sighed at how hard this caretaker shit was fast becoming. I straightened, freeing her hands, but kept straddling her waist. I needed her to listen and listen good.
“This is why you need me, sweet cheeks. You have no fuckin’ idea how to live out here or be any kind of normal outside of that brainwashing cult you lived in all your damn life, believing you were evil ‘cause you’re the hottest bitch to ever walk the earth.”
Lilah gasped at that; it made me smirk. Her face was all screwed up and pissed. Even then she wasn’t a scrap of ugly.
Damn.
“What… what is brainwashing?” she asked shyly.
I couldn’t help but grin.
Leaning down until our noses almost met, she froze and I laughed. “We’re gonna leave that discussion until later. Baby steps, sweet cheeks, baby steps.”
Her mouth opened to speak again, so I pressed my index finger across her lips to seal them shut. “Shut it. You’re gonna listen. Then you’re gonna comply, and I don’t want any backchat or any freaky Jesus shit from you in response. Yeah? The sooner we get you acting like a good little everyday bitch, the sooner I can get back to drinking Jack and fucking my line of sluts.”
There was no response, so I kept going. “I’m gonna lay it all out for you. You’re stuck here with us, with the Hangmen. The crazy little-hippy-wanna-marry-Jesus-pilgrim shit is done with—”
She tried to speak again, but a firm nod and a hard stare were all that were needed to shut her up. She was compliant, naturally submissive; I’d give her that much.
“Your commune is gone, done with, ground to dust. Do you get that, sweet cheeks? There’s no one left. The women that were spared have all disappeared with their spawn without a trace, the land abandoned. We’ve been back and checked. All the men were killed: the guards, the elders… that fuckin’ crypt keeper fake-ass prophet you all liked to worship so goddamn much. That cunt took a slug right between his eyes, his brain worm food on your sacred commune’s ground.”
Lilah cried out as though in pain, and I watched as tears filled her distant gaze. I shook my head at her in disgust. I had no idea how she could be upset at losing that wrinkle-pricked pedophile.
Styx had told me some of the shit that had gone on at The Order. Mae’d shared some things with him in bed, and the brother almost lost his mind knowing his bitch had suffered that level of abuse her whole life. Hell, I’m an immoral outlaw biker and even I was shocked at their level of sadism.
Prophet “kiddie-fiddler” David made Charles Manson look like the fucking tooth fairy.
Crazy damn Jesus freaks. Better to be on Hades’s side, the side of sin. At least then you know where you’re going when you meet the boatman. Don’t need to live striving to be something you’re not. And the best part of it? You can have a shitload of fun living all kinds of fucked-up wrong, but it feels oh so fuckin’ right!
“So this is what’s gonna happen. Me and you, well, we’re gonna be spending a whole lotta time together. And I’ll tell you now, don’t bother fighting against it. You’re in my backyard now, and you’ll do what I say. Yeah?”
Lilah instantly nodded her head, and I could see the intense fear in her eyes, feel her frantic breathing.
“Good. So the first thing that’s happening is you ain’t gonna try and kill yourself no more. I don’t like swimming. It’s too much like hard work. I don’t like getting wet. It fucks with my hair.” I smirked, winked and added, “But I’m more than happy to get you wet in other ways, sugar tits.”
Lilah’s head shook back and forth, a determined expression on her face.
“What now?” I asked in exasperation.
“I… I was not trying to take my own life. I would never do that. Prophet David was very firm about destroying the Lord’s greatest creation, ourselves. It is a path straight to hell. I aim to be at one with the Lord in Zion when he so wishes and not a moment before.”
I rolled my eyes at hearing the name of that meat flap spilling from her lips, but her reply made me as confused as hell. “Then what the fuck were you doing jumping in the river? You held yourself under after having a damn seizure on the bank. You were wailing and crying like you were losing your friggin’ mind, and you expect me to believe you didn’t try and top yourself?”
“A seizure? What is a seizure? I do not understand your words. You are so confusing to me! Why do I continually fail to understand the words that spill from your lips?”
I laughed and raked my hair back with my fingers. “I’m confusing? Sweet cheeks, you may as well be a fuckin’ alien zapped down from Mars for how weird you’re always acting.”
“M-Mars? What is Mars? What is an alien? I do not understand!” she shrilled.
I tipped back my head and groaned, then fixed my gaze on hers again. “A seizure is when you roll around unable to control your body. You know, when something’s fucked in your head and your mouth froths.”
Lilah’s face was blank. And that made me sure I hadn’t missed my calling as a doctor… or a teacher for that matter. I couldn’t seem to explain nothing right to this bitch.
“I am not ill in the mind, nor do I roll around uncontrollably, frothing at the mouth. I was talking to God.”
I stilled and, when her words filtered into my brain, I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Well, saying crazy shit like you were speaking to God ain’t gonna convince no one you’re not One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest. I saw you rolling in the dirt, screaming nonsense. My eyes don’t lie. The words you were screaming didn’t even sound real.”
Lilah’s blue eyes narrowed. “I was speaking in tongues, Glossolalia. Those words are a sacred personal language between the Lord and me, a private language that you would not understand. I was filled with the Holy Spirit, with God’s pure love. I transcended to a place where I gave myself to Jesus. What you saw was the embodiment of my worship, of my connection to our creator.”
I was gaping at her. Filled with the Holy Spirit? What. The. Fu—
“I was in the river to cleanse my sins,”—her eyes bored into mine—“to wash away your offensive and unwelcomed seduction, a seduction that was a plague of immorality on my flesh. I needed to submerge myself in clean waters, just like when Jesus was baptized by John.”
Her eyes closed and a weird sense of calm took over her face. “As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment, heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting on him. And a voice from heaven said, ‘This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.’”
Yep, I was still fucking gaping.
Lilah sighed in exasperation, losing the wash of calm from only a moment ago. “Matthew 3:16-17. It is scripture, Ky. You may reject the written word of our Lord and savior, but I do not. My spiritual cleanse was what I was called to do tonight by a higher power, to come to the river and wash away the sin.”
Shrugging, I said, “Got it, bitch. You were talking to God and ridding yourself from my plague of…” I looked at Lilah again and flicked my chin. “What did you call it?”
“Your plague of immoral seduction,” she answered meaningfully.
I whistled low and shook my head with a smirk firmly fixed on my face. “Yeah, of that scary shit, sweet cheeks.”
Her eyebrows pulled down. “Do you chastise me?”
Standing up, I glanced down at Lilah brushing the dried leaves off her butt-ugly dress and said, “Considering I don’t know what the hell chastise means, I’m sure we’ll never fuckin’ know now will we, sweet cheeks? I mean, I’m surprised an evil, infectious, heathen motherfucker like me has survived in life this long without God throwing down a lightning bolt to fry my ass!”
Pushing herself off the ground, Lilah stood before me, mouth tight. She curtly stated, “Can I request that you refrain from calling me… sweet cheeks? My name is Lilah.”
Shocked by her brass balls confrontation, I crept forward, almost stalking her. Lilah’s face immediately lost its anger and she com
pletely froze. When we were toe to toe, Lilah dropped her head in submission, and I felt like an ass. The bitch was completely fucked up and scared as shit. Hell, she was even shaking.
Reaching down, I held her hand. Hearing her gasp, I pulled her forward anyway. I wanted to get back to my room so Tiff and Jules could service my dick. Being around and on top of this pilgrim blonde had given me the boner from hell.
“Come on, we’re getting you home before Styx and Mae have my ass. I already have a fuckin’ Jack-induced bass drum beating in my head. Adding in Mae’s whining voice will only make it worse!”
We cut through the heavy woods at a fast pace, and I ignored Lilah trying to loosen her small hand from my tight hold and her whimpering. I wasn’t letting go; I wasn’t giving her a chance to run off on me again. I just wanted her back locked away above the garage so I could have a break from all this God talk.
It was bringing out the hives.
As we broke the line of trees to the compound, a bunch of the guys were outside checking out Cowboy’s—a Hangmen nomad—newly built chopper. Cowboy hadn’t left after the commune raid a few weeks ago. His best friend, nomad brother and fucking shadow, Hush, had stayed around too. Cowboy was as laid back as hell, always cracking jokes. Hush, the total opposite, eyes always assessing folk and always ready to fight.
Cowboy and Hush would do anything for Styx. He let them both go nomad after life dealt Cowboy some seriously bad shit when at their previous chapter. They’d always drop in to see us here as much as possible. In fact, I was thinking it wouldn’t be long until they both patched in to our mother chapter right here in Austin. These Louisiana rednecks seemed to have found their place amongst us original sinners here in the Lone Star State. And they’d fit right in next to Viking and Flame. Cowboy, with his blond hair, full leathers, colorful body tattoos, black steel-toe cowboy boots, and leather Stetson that seemed glued to his head, and Hush, our mixed-race brother with bright blue eyes, with his no-shit attitude and fucking perfect aim. These brothers were full on Hangmen, legit, and it’d be good to have them at our table. With more enemies at our door than we had guns, we would need as many trustworthy brothers as we could recruit.
When Viking caught sight of Lilah and me cutting across the yard, he whistled to get my attention. I held up my hand in dismissal.
“Not the fuck now, Vike. I gotta take care of some shit for Styx, and I don’t need to hear fuck all from your stupid mouth,” I snapped.
Vike tapped AK’s shoulder, then smirked at me. “What shit you gotta do? Or is it who you gotta do? You rushing to bust a nut into the blond Amish bitch?”
Catching the shocked stutter of Lilah’s breath, I swung to face her and saw tears of hurt and confusion filling her eyes. I took a deep breath. I was gonna kill that redheaded dick hole.
Shaking loose Lilah’s hand, I turned to storm at Viking, when Lilah suddenly gripped my arm, holding me back. “Please, do not leave me. I am afraid out here… with them. I do not know them… I…”
Exhaling and working on calming down, I nodded my head and retook her hand. I caught her almost silent sigh of relief. My stomach tightened and something strange seemed to burn in my chest. I liked that she seemed to feel safe with me.
Hell. I liked it a lot.
But when we brushed past Vike, I heard him mutter to AK, Cowboy, and Hush, “Fuck, she’s hot. What I wouldn’t give to skull-fuck that mouth.”
I lost it.
Yanking my hand out of Lilah’s, ignoring her terrified cry, I charged at Viking, knocking his stupid ass to the asphalt and giving him two hard jabs in his fuckin’ filterless mouth.
Viking spat blood in my face and jerked his legs, knocking me to the side. Just before the asswipe could strike back, I kicked him in his balls with my left boot, enjoying hearing him squeal and turn blue, squirming in pain as he fell to the ground.
“Skull-fuck that, fire crotch,” I spat and jumped to my feet, immediately searching for Lilah. She was between Cowboy, Hush, and AK. AK was holding her arm. I stormed over to my brothers to see AK smile wide at her and Cowboy tip his Stetson. Hush kinda grunted, and Lilah swallowed hard. She looked as scared as all hell, her eyes firmly fixed on the ground.
AK caught my approach and my hard stare at his arm on Lilah’s. He immediately let go, and Lilah’s eyes fluttered up to meet mine, softening in relief.
“You kill him yet?” AK asked, nodding his head in Vike’s direction.
Wiping my bloodied knuckles on my wet jeans, I glanced back at Vike, still fetal on the ground, cupping his balls. “Nah, not that goddamn lucky. That bastard could survive a fuckin’ nuclear holocaust, Vike and the goddamn cockroaches… and he’d probably attempt to skull-fuck all’a them too. Asshole.”
Hearing Lilah sniff and wrap her arms across her chest, I tipped my head at her. “Let’s go, sweet cheeks.”
“You been catching a midnight swim, brother?” Cowboy asked as we headed away, spitting his chewing tobacco onto the small patch of grass beside his Chopper.
Hush’s top lip lifted in amusement, his leather-clad arms wrapped over his chest.
Groaning, I replied, “Don’t fuckin’ ask.”
I could see AK, Hush, and Cowboy looking at a soaked Lilah, her dripping long blond hair haphazardly stuffed into that god-awful white headdress thing she never took off, and then Cowboy looked over at me. My jaw clenched when he raised his eyebrow in question. I shook my head and they all smirked.
Nosy fucking cunts!
Reaching out my hand, I grabbed Lilah’s arm, pulled her forward, and headed for the back door to the apartment over the garage. As we entered the hallway, I caught Flame sitting at the top of the stairs. He looked down, his crazy black eyes boring holes into me.
Turning Lilah by her shoulder, I pointed up the stairs to her room. “Get up there and lock the door.”
She silently nodded her head and climbed the stairs, only to glance back when I called her name.
“Lilah, I’ll be here in the morning. Be ready.”
Lilah gripped the handrail and nervously asked, “If I could make a request, it would be that I be left alone. I will not leave my room again. I will cause no further problems.”
Shaking my head, I replied, “We’ve been through this, sweet cheeks. I’m gonna be teaching you how to be here in the outside world.” I pointed to my chest. “Ky, remember? Your personal fuckin’ tutor.”
Her mouth opened. “I—”
“You don’t get a choice. You’re doing it. Now get upstairs and sleep.”
Lilah bowed her head at my order, which only served to piss me off even more. She gave Flame a wide berth and rushed inside the apartment, slamming the door.
I ran my hands down my face, leaned against the wall, and groaned. This was gonna be a clusterfuck. I could feel it in my bones. Worst thing was I wouldn’t even be able to touch her or else Styx would go Saudi on my ass and cut off my hands.
Pushing off the wall, I heard Flame sharpening his knives on the strop tied to the waistband of his leathers. I smirked at him, camped outside the pilgrim bitches’ door like an obedient dog. Flame caught me laughing and his crazy eyes snapped to mine, his teeth bared, and I was sure I caught a low growl.
His infatuation with Mae’s little sister was so fucking amusing. I smiled wide and shouted, “Have fun, Fido. I’ll be back later to take you out for your scheduled walk and piss!” I headed for the exit door, still laughing, when a long blade flew past me and sliced into the wall next to my head.
“What the fuck!” I spun to face Flame. The fucker was still staring at me, sharpening his blades, no other emotion but the usual psychopathic hate in his stare. Slamming the doors wide open, I flicked my middle finger at him over my shoulder and a couple of minutes later, entered my private room.
Tiff and Jules were sprawled on the sheets asleep, Jules’s head lying on Tiff’s plastic tits. Within seconds, I was naked and I strode over to the bed, yanking on Tiff’s arm. She bolted upright, rubbing sleep from her e
yes, and Jules stirred beside her. As I crawled on the bed, Tiff’s eyes lit up with excitement when she set her sights on my straining big cock.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve never seen you so long and hard. That all for me?” Jules leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around it, circling her tongue around the tip. I snapped back my head and tried like fuck to just enjoy the bitch sucking me off, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Lilah, all wet and naked under that see-through slip, her bare pussy and huge tits peeking through… just to taunt me.
Pushing Jules off my dick, I grabbed Tiff and pushed her on her stomach, lifting her ass in the air. Reaching into the top drawer of my bedside dresser, I pulled out a rubber, rolled it on in record time, and in one long thrust, slammed my cock into Tiff’s already drenched pussy. As I pounded my hips against her ass, our flesh slapping together, I could almost imagine it was Lilah below me. That only made me swell more, and Tiff screamed out in pleasure.
Feeling the bed dip, I looked to the side only to see Jules on her back, shuffling her head between my legs, where she proceeded to lick and suck on my balls.
I was done for. Leaning my chest down, I fisted Tiff’s blond hair and rammed into her hard. Tiff screamed and I felt her pussy contract; she was coming so fuckin’ hard. Jules, on hearing her bitch’s squeal of pleasure, took my balls into her mouth, tonguing at the flesh while rubbing frantically at her clit.
The grunts and moans were loud, the bed’s headboard slammed against the wall, chipping paint, and when Tiff threw back her head, screaming as she came, I exploded in her cunt, flopping down on her sweat-soaked back as Jules mewled between my legs, fingering herself and coming down from her orgasm.
Tiff turned her head and a satiated smile spread on her red lips. “Fuck, baby. Whatever got you that hard and crazy, keep doing it! I ain’t gonna be able to walk for days… not that I’m complaining. You know I can’t get enough of her pussy and your cock.”
As I pulled out of her hungry hole, I closed my eyes, practically feeling Lilah squirming beneath me, sweaty from coming and enjoying the warmth from her pussy against my thigh as she caught her breath.
