by Forgy, M. N.
“Machete!” she cries out in a realm of pain and pleasure.
I thrust in and out of her, her pussy a vise around my veiny cock. I give her ass another slap, the fat on her butt cheeks jiggling from the force. Sitting up on my knees, my head falls back on my shoulders and drive in and out of her, chasing the little bit of pleasure I need to keep me sane right now. To keep me from finding Cross and tearing him apart. Reaching down I fist her hair, pulling her head back as far as it will go with her body restrained.
Her pussy clenches around me, telling me she’s close so I speed my thrusting up. Her wetness so slick it lubricates my dick to the point it’s practically suffocating. My ass clenches and dick twitches as warm pressure builds. Every nerve end of my body becomes numb except my cock. I feel all over her as I cum so hard inside of her I can’t help the moan that rips through my chest.
I tense as her little pussy milks me of every drop, my cock vibrating with pleasure I have to thrust one more time as it’s so fucking good.
She whimpers, her body going rigid as she’s about to cum and I pull from her, depriving her of her climax. Her body rises and falls from panting and she looks over her shoulder at me with a grimace.
“This whole time you didn’t know where Cross was, and you never told me? Only good girls get to come on my dick, baby,” I slap her ass one last time before standing from the bed.
“You’re kidding?” she asks with flushed cheeks.
Pushing myself back into my jeans, I step off the bed ignoring her. Looking back at Raven she is absolutely beautiful, and furious. Long legs spread eagle and lost dark eyes hooked directly on me. I’ve never met someone with as dark as eyes as hers, and I can’t seem to look away when she looks at me with that puppy dog look either.
Needing some time to myself, I leave her like that and shut the door. In the dark with my cum dripping out of her cunt, tied to the cot as my prisoner.
“Machete!” she screams at me, and the sound is fucking bliss to the pain in my chest.
I fucking love it.
Chapter 11
Machete
Misery fills my chest as the tide of loss overwhelms me. Rubbing my face, I smell Raven on my fingers, and I can’t help but close my eyes and take her in. The little bit of her soothing my loss. I want to go in there and hold her to my chest, tell her everything I knew about Gatz but at the same time, I want to wring her little fucking neck for not telling me all along she didn’t know where Cross was. We could have been looking for him instead of wasting our time on her.
Then again I wouldn’t be this close to her without having the time I’ve had with her.
Plopping down on the couch the sound of paper crinkles in my cut, catching my attention. Pulling it open I spot the envelope with my bloody fingerprints on the edge. The one Gatz gave me before he died.
My heart pounds as I pull it out. Looking it over there is a name written elegantly on the front.
Kane. It sounds familiar, but I can’t put a finger on it.
Biting my bottom lip, I have to know who the fuck Kane is, otherwise how the hell do I get it to them.
Kane,
Love is not kind, and it surely isn’t fucking fair. But what the hell is when it comes to our way of life? Sinners make their own rules and they die by them too.
If you’re reading this, it means I’m dead. Hopefully in a blaze of glory with my middle finger held high as the reaper takes me from this fucked up world.
If you’re reading this it means my club doesn’t know about us yet, and neither does yours. The Sin City Outlaws and The Devil’s Dust would never understand us. What we have, came about quickly and I still can’t decipher how it fucking happened.
I know you told your brothers that Simone was your sister, and I am not angry about it as I haven’t been honest with my brothers either. That night we spent together was amazing, and fucking wild. I wasn’t expecting a child to come out of it, but it did. Take care of our kid. Getting Simone pregnant was the best thing we could have done together and I have no regrets.
Don’t let our son or daughter grow up afraid to be who she or he is like we were.
I will always be watching over you guys.
PS. Make sure I look good in my coffin.
-Gatz
A warm tear slips between my lips and I quickly wipe at it not realizing I’d shed it. It pisses me off that he had to hide this shit. Zeek wouldn’t care, surely. He has a kid? Why would he keep that from us? Getting up, I decide to fucking out this shit once and for all.
The club needs to know, and we need to do right by Gatz. My club will stand behind him, and if they don’t… fuck them. I will fight his battle and I will pull Cross’s spine out with my bare fucking hands. My brother will not be disrespected by his choice of fuck buddies. He deserves way more than that.
I stop and look at the door that holds Raven. I can’t leave her like that, what if someone finds her. It’ll be my ass.
Unlocking the door, I head inside and find Raven fast asleep. Brushing her hair from her face I pull my machete from my side and cut her wrist free. Trailing a finger over her back I notice the marks from the crop are fading. I continue my fingers descent down over her pink ass I undo her legs from the spreader bar. She groans in her sleep and turns on her side. She’s so fucking perfect, I hate it. Grabbing the blanket that slipped off the cot. I toss it over her body and leave the room. I’ll make it up to her later when my head’s on straight.
Heading upstairs, Zeek and the boys are pushing wooden boxes of bullets together. Clearing a space in the middle of the warehouse. Are we getting more bullets in or something?
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Relocating… for now,” Felix informs with a half ass shrug.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Means we are bringing everyone here until the club is rebuilt and we’re taking Raven to the city,” Mac explains pushing a trashcan to a corner. The club was my home, and without it, I have nowhere to go. There are a lot of us like that. Fucking Cross.
Rubbing the back of my neck anxiously, I watch Dolly, and some other girls strut their high-end asses into the warehouse carrying various boxes and shit. The garage door opens and some prospects carry in a torn up couch. Everyone has something in common, their faces are drawn, and the air is filled with a solemn tide. Gatz was everyone’s friend and won’t be easily forgotten.
“I need to show you something,” I mutter to Zeek with more emotion than I intended.
Zeek stalls, his forehead sweating as he looks at me with a concerned look. My voice alone telling him I need his attention and now.
“What?”
Slowly I pull the envelope out and hand it over to my president. An eyebrow arches as he snatches it from me. Taking the letter out he reads over it.
An unknown look crosses his face, his palm rubbing his chin as his eyes ping-pong across the page as he reads it.
“Why the fuck didn’t he just say something?” Zeek asks with anger and hurt. “I wouldn’t have cared!” Zeek roars, kicking a box so hard bullets fly along the floor.
Mac grabs the letter from Zeek and reads it, Felix hovering over his shoulder.
Zeek paces, his hands behind his head and eyes closed.
“I don’t fully understand the letter, but his lover or partner is part of the Devil’s Dust,” I inform, and Felix gives me a look. Felix has a brother, a real brother that rides in the Devil’s Dust. That’s how Felix and Kane must have met. I don’t know who the sister is though.
“I met this chick,” Felix mutters, flicking the paper. “On a run together, but she didn’t have a kid or anything with her.”
“We will deliver this to Kane together, but first we need to transfer Raven and get her away from my club members,” Zeek informs through gritted teeth, his finger pointing right at me. He’s right, keeping Raven here puts the target here. Right where everyone is.
“Did you check and make sure Jillian and the kids were o
kay?” Mac asks. Jillian is his ol’ lady who just had twins. Cross was after them originally, but now that we hid them he’s after something else.
“I’ll go get her,” I offer.
“I’ll help,” Mac states. Stepping away from the boys I pull the bat necklace out from my jeans pocket. Its wings wrapped around the dark pearl. It’s pretty awesome looking.
“Can you put a GPS on this?”
Mac takes it from my hand, before eyeing me suspiciously. He knows I wouldn’t wear it, and the only chick I’ve been around is Raven. He’s onto me.
“Cross knows we have her, I think it’s a good idea if we can keep track just in case something happens.” I don’t tell him how I want to be able to track her so if Cross does happen to take her… I can retrieve her for myself. I lower my head ashamed I have feelings for an enemy of the club.
“Good idea! Hopefully Cross does show his face. Maybe we will get lucky and he’ll kill Raven and himself.” Mac nods, taking the necklace and running off to do his magic.
My nostrils flare thinking about Cross even laying a finger on Raven. I pray to God he doesn’t intervene with us transferring her because who knows how I’ll react and my dirty little secret will be revealed.
Chapter 12
Raven
The locks to the door creak open and it’s slowly opened. Machete walks in, his face drawn and shoulders tense. His black shirt taut against his strong chest and tattooed fingers flexing. He doesn’t look angry like the last time I saw him, but his face is wrinkled with concern. My body is so wound up, deprived of its release just the sight of him has me ready to rub my clit onto the mattress for relief. If anything has been torturous down here, it was that.
“We’re moving you,” he informs gravely, and I still.
“What do you mean?” I ask in a sleepy daze, sitting up. My backside is warm from the spanking, and when I move my thighs just right I can feel where Machete’s been.
“Get dressed,” he orders, tossing me a shirt of his.
Climbing out of bed, I notice I’m not bound to the bed anymore and wonder when Machete let me free. Slinking off the bed I grab the stray shirt, and the pair of shorts Alessandra gifted me and put them on. My panties and other shirt are ripped from Machete cutting them.
I hear another man’s voice and I glance over my shoulder to see who it is as I pull the soft shirt quickly over my bare breasts. It’s Mac and he’s talking to Machete in a hushed tone. Hairs on the back of my next stand, not liking that they’re whispering. Did Gatz say something about Machete and I before he was killed?
Machete walks in the room after I’m fully dressed, his left hand rubbing his forehead in a worried manner. He notices me watching him and holds his hand out.
“I uh, I got you something.” He presents with hesitation a necklace in his callused palm. I clutch my chest glancing over the beautiful silver bat clinging to a dark pearl. My eyes race to his, my heart pounding in my chest to lengths I feel like I might pass out.
“It amazing, Machete,” I whisper not wanting Mac to hear us. He twirls his finger wanting to put it on me and I turn faster than I intend, my eagerness overpowering my head. Great, I’m a gooey mess.
He slides the necklace over my collarbone and links it in the back. My hand shoots up, my fingers sliding over the smooth pearl. I clench my eyes shut, I won’t cry.
“You like it?” he whispers in the back of my neck. I nod, trying to keep my strength.
“Good, don’t fucking take it off. Do you understand me?” He cups the nape of my neck with force, and my body comes alive. I melt into his strong hold wanting so bad to slam that door shut and show him just how much I like it.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask over my shoulder.
“Somewhere safe,” he replies.
“You got the bitch?” Zeek’s voice booms from the other room and both Machete and I tense. He really does hate me.
“She’s ready,” Machete informs, backing away from me and my fingers stretch wanting to touch him one last time. My body rushes with a cold void as Zeek’s dark eyes set on mine. I lift my chin and inhale a steady breath. Zeek struts into my space, something black clutched in his hand. The vindictive look on his face making my killer instincts slip back into place.
“Nighty night,” Zeek chuckles, covering my head with a black pillowcase.
I kick and swing my fist, making contact with someone.
“Cunt!” Zeek groans with pain. Guess I got lucky with that hit.
Machete’s arms wrap around me. “Stop!” he orders, the silent message in his voice begging me to cooperate.
Breathing hard beneath the pillowcase, I stand straight and calm down. My harsh breathing blowing my hair into my eyes.
“At least someone can control that crazy bitch,” Zeek snarls. He hates me, but what he doesn’t understand is he needs me. He just doesn’t know it yet.
Asshole.
Machete
My hand on Raven’s elbow, I escort her through the back of the warehouse so nobody can see her. Who knows how everyone will react seeing her, they all think she’s the enemy. She is, but not to me. She had beef with Alessandra and was tormented by Cross to the point she was blind of her actions. Even our club has been under the intimidation of Cross and it wasn’t easy getting out from under his shadow’s. I find her actions justifiable. Her skin is warm in my hold, and I can’t help the circling of my thumb on the inside of her arm to silently tell her I got her.
Giving her that necklace was not as easy as I thought it would be. I’ve never given a woman jewelry. My first wife picked her ring out in a pawnshop, I’m not the romantic type.
Mac opens the SUV door, and I slide Raven into the back seat before getting in myself. Zeek jumps in the passenger side, and Felix is driving. The whole crew is escorting Raven to the city.
Zeek lights a cigarette just as the car starts and Mac slides in on the other side of Raven, boxing her in. She has a black pillowcase over her face, and if I didn’t know her I’d say she wasn’t scared. But the tendons taut in her neck tell me she’s terrified.
“Let’s get this over with,” Zeek says expelling a cloud of smoke into the cab.
Pulling out of the parking lot it’s dark outside. The stars are bright and there isn’t a lick of fucking cool air anywhere.
“Turn the fucking air conditioner on, man,” Mac whines, grabbing at his crotch uncomfortably.
“Nah, it feels good,” Zeek states, his hair gently blowing from the little wind coming through the window.
Driving the dirt road, you can see all the signs from the Strip of Vegas off in the distance. Where everyone around the world comes to let loose and explore their inner demons. Everyone has a seed of decay growing in their hearts. Mine just surfaces more than others.
Out of nowhere, bright lights shine through my window as a truck drives at us full force. I don’t even have time to brace myself before it wrecks into us. The SUV rolls and Raven screams underneath her hood as we tumble about in the cab. My head slams against the seat in front of me, busting my lip before finally we rock to a stop. The SUV upside down.
My ears are ringing, and there’s dust and glass everywhere. Coughing, I look around to make sure everyone is okay, the thick dust wafting around us making it hard. Raven’s hood is off and she’s coughing with a panicked look on her face. Zeek and Felix are moaning, and Mac is fucking missing from his seat.
Black boots step up to the upside down window and arms reach in grabbing about. Raven screams, trying to smack at the hands, and suddenly she’s pulled over the top of me. I try to grab for her, but she slips through my fingers. The look on her face in passing one of terror, one I tried to ingrain on her pretty little face since the day she was given to me. She’s jerked out of the window, and I quickly climb out after her only to have a gun pressed into my temple as soon as I stand.
“Don’t think about it biker trash.” A rough voice threatens. Looking out of the side of my eye a short stubby man holds a pist
ol to my head. He’s got track pants on and a white shirt, but the way he’s holding his weapon to my head sideways tells me he’s a fucking amateur. I strike my elbow it into the crook of his arm and head-butt him. Warmth spreads across my forehead from the impact, but I shake it away. I need to get to Raven.
Raven stands there in a catatonic state, the side of her head bleeding and her black hair sticking to it. She looks fucking terrified, and it makes me sick to my stomach to see her like that. Only I can scare her and it be ok.
Reaching for her I grab her and pull her back to the front of my chest and aim the gun at the man who seconds before was aiming at me.
“I got you,” I whisper into the back of her head, and she nods.
Out of the corner of my eye, Mac is hauled up off the ground from where he was thrown from the car, and another goon wearing track pants has a gun pressed to his head. Fuck!
“Let her go, or I’ll shoot him right in the head!” The man with gold teeth and a black ponytail states. Mac has his hands up, his eyes round as he looks at me to save his life. I have to pick, Raven or my brother.
“Fucking let her go, man,” Zeek orders from behind me, he’s hunched over the flipped car his cheek bleeding and face covered in dirt. My grip tightens on Raven, my eyes clenching shut with the indecision. What if they kill her because they think she told us their laundry?
