Escaping From Forever: Tank & Kat's story, Part 1 (Battle Born MC Book 5)

by Scarlett Black

  The sliding door opens, and I don’t turn my head to know who it is. I wish he would leave and go fuck the whores that I know he fucks and leave me alone.

  Matias comes to stand in front of me and rests his hands on each side of my head. He leans in, a breath away from me. My body shivers from his touch when a finger skims over my cheek, not with want, but with the disgust that comes with touching him now.

  I can’t even finish this in peace, so I blow the smoke into his face. I rest the cigar on the ashtray that’s sitting on a table next to me.

  “She has never been you. Just another whore to play with.” His eyes look into mine. “You understand because you are my wife. You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll give you the children you’ve always wanted, Katherine.” He pulls my shirt down and places soft kisses over my shoulder and up my neck.

  I’m frozen from his words. He would never give me kids before because he wanted to ensure his position and our safety first, he’d always say. It was all bullshit, controlling me like he always had.

  He lifts my hand and kisses my ring, then squeezes my fingers. “I remember the first day I saw you, so beautiful, I had to have you. I bargained to take you for my own, away from many others who wanted you.”

  He stops talking to kiss my ear, then continues in a quiet tone. “The first night I took you as my own… Your tight little pussy was drenched and ready for my dick. You always loved me, Katherine, admit it.” He taunts me to deny it, deny the truth.

  Searing anger forces my hand back and I surprise him with a slap across the face. “You took a little girl and fed her full of lies and bullshit like you do to gain control of your men.” I hold a pointed finger to his face, “I’ve been nothing but a fucking game and pussy for you to fuck, another whore to you, mi esposo, el psicópata, the psycho. Deny the truth, Matias.” I drop my hand and wait for the retribution.

  My chest heaves with the anger running through my veins. He steps forward and grips my face with his fingers digging into my cheeks. “Sí, mi hermosa puta. You were always my beautiful pussy.”

  He laughs into my face and, for the first time, he allows me to see the real man and the poison that he is.

  “You loved all of it.” He pulls me toward him and rubs his stiff dick into my stomach. “I’m still going to knock you up and have my kids, and you won’t fucking stop me. You’ll shut your fucking mouth and be a good little perra and do what you’re told.”

  My hands come up to his shoulders attempting to shove him away from me. He laughs again and grabs my hair at the back of my head.

  On instinct, I swing a fist and hit him in the face. Blood slowly starts trickling down from his nose. He stops and wipes what he can away. He grins, “Katherine, the last man who hit me is dead.” He looks over my face and promises of death appear in his eyes.

  “But you won’t,” I finish for him, “Because there are worse things than death.”

  The devil snickers into the night air and leans in with his full weight, trapping me, but I refuse to flinch. I won’t allow him to scare me.

  “Sí, mi esposa, I still love you and always will. You were always mine and we were made to rule this world together. You’ll see.”

  His hands come up to my blouse and grips the silky black material, ripping it apart and exposing me to the hot night air. My chest heaves uncontrollably, some sick and twisted part of me allowing it to happen.

  Excitement races through him at the exposure of it all, not just my skin but the truth. He presses me harder against the pillar and drags my skirt up my thighs, then shreds my underwear away from me. He forces his pants down just far enough to release his dick.

  Strong hands lift me up by the back of my thighs, and then he’s shoving himself into me. The excitement captures me as well as the truth, because I know we will die if we stay together. We will kill each other.

  I say goodbye to the man I loved and fuck him one last time with what’s left of the girl with a heart. I give him everything and remember the man I loved as a young woman. I grip his face and kiss him with my dying devotion. He pumps into me and rubs my clit with one hand until I fall apart in his arms. I climax and shatter apart on what I used to believe were my hope and dreams.

  Matias is my poison.

  Chapter 4

  Matias

  With one foot resting over my knee, relaxing in my chair in the corner of our bedroom, I watch my wife as she’s sleeping peacefully while my eyes roam over her curves. I smoke from the same cigar that she didn’t finish earlier. The taste of her lipstick seeps into my mouth, the taste of her.

  I couldn’t let her go all those years after the first time I saw her as a young woman. I had watched her and owned her for years before I purposely walked in on her and her father. Cobra knew in that moment what I was there for. To bargain for his daughter and he was more than happy to sell her to me. She just never knew.

  My father wants me to kill her now, and sever business with her father. Make it look like he had one of his men murder her so we can wipe out his MC without questions. He’s tired of the pendejo and wants to work directly with the Battle Born MC in the States to push the drugs and the export of bitches.

  Katherine was always a pawn in our game with her father that I had convinced my own father to pursue. Korina is just a pussy for me to fuck with, unless she becomes valuable at some point. She’s not as smart as her sister though and is why I picked Katherine to be my wife.

  For the first time in my life, I feel like my wife knows who I am. How I’d always known that she was meant to be mine. Finally, I fucked her like the demon residing inside of me was freed and how I’ve been dreaming about for years. There is no way I will allow my father to take that away from me now. Katherine is mine to keep and corrupt her heart to match my own.

  My dick is rock hard at the thought of the misery pouring from her, into me, and the moment we shared when she gave it back to me fearlessly. The taste of my blood made it that much sweeter, a promise has been made.

  She’s ready to carry our child and stand behind me now that she knows the truth. She’s addicted to me as much as I am to her. We match in every way. She’s fucking perfect for me.

  Standing up from the chair, I call my brother, Angel, as I step outside on the patio. He answers quickly and I question him, “Are we ready to move forward and take our father out?”

  He chuckles, “I’m setting it up. I’ve been pushing Cobra to gain more traction with Battle Born. Of course, they don’t want to work with him and the bad blood that has been spilled between them. Soon, a war will break out and then we will be ready.”

  I hang up the line without a goodbye and laugh out loud at how perfectly this has lined up. If I got to impregnate Katherine too, all the sweeter and better for my plans. Soon, she’ll find out that her last birth control shot had been just a vitamin shot. She could already be carrying my child and there is no way my father will kill her when he finds out he has a grandson on the way. It will make him a little easier to manipulate and distract. Then, I will take my spot where I belong, at the head of the Cartel, with Katherine by my side.

  My cock twitches at the sadistic idea of fucking her sister in our house and whether Katherine will figure it out or not. I live for the games I play with her.

  I put out the cigar in the ashtray and walk through the house to enter Korina’s room. She too is fast asleep.

  A short time after I fucked Katherine for the first time, I also took Korina’s virginity, and have had her as my mistress for years. Everyone’s known about it except for Katherine, until yesterday when she finally figured it out. I will have to kill Korina if she becomes unpredictable.

  Now, my gaze roams over her peaceful body, picturing her dead, limp and cold. The fantasy excites me, fueling me to fuck her within an inch of her life. It would feel same as killing my wife, and, someday, I will kill Korina in order to keep Katherine safe.

  Korina has always disappointed me in that she’s been so easy to control, an
d she played into my hands so easily. But she’s also kept an eye on Katherine for me, and would tell me anything I wanted. That’s how I knew exactly how to always play my wife.

  I tear the blankets away to reveal Korina’s naked body, as always. Since she was young, I prepared her sleep this way so I could fuck her and get out.

  She startles from her sleep and gasps when I pull her from the bed, her feet hitting the floor, leaving her chest down on top of the mattress.

  “Matias, I’m sorry, I don’t know how she figured it out,” she pleads.

  Gradually, I take off my belt and push my pants down, stroking my dick while looking at her cunt.

  “Because she’s not fucking stupid and you’re a weak bitch. You’re useless to me now, Korina,” I tease her with the truth, and she cries out, her body shaking. The sound makes me harder while I stroke myself.

  “I may forgive you, eventually, when I find a new way to get the information I want.” I take my belt and loop it around her head and into her mouth to gag her. She doesn’t dare to move, she knows what happens when she does, and places her hands behind her back, waiting.

  I cover my dick with a condom and, leaning over her, I lunge forward and impale her flesh with my dick. Never do I want her filth on my skin, only my Katherine. I pull back on the belt and fuck Korina hard into the mattress, for my own pleasure. And, fuck, is it good.

  “Keep your mouth shut, Korina. You tell her nothing or I’ll choke you to death and bury you.”

  All you can hear is my skin slapping against hers with my brutal thrusts. Saliva drips from her mouth and tears run in rivers and fall down her face, wetting the silk sheets.

  I close my eyes and picture Katherine this way. I hope she knows how much I want her like this.

  I do it to protect her.

  Katherine

  There was no way I could sleep with the changes from tonight. My mind constantly runs through scenarios and outcomes. My eyes are shut as I pretend to sleep even though I have been awake for a while now.

  I feel it deep into my bones that I am going to die young, like my momma, if I stay. I promised her to live out my dreams, and I’m not. It’s time that I fought back and lived. The timing is right. I’ve waited and watched, and I see it clearly written. It will be the fight of my life.

  Matias moves to the patio, and I hear him talking on the phone, saying he’s going to take his father out. My mind scrambles, wondering why he would do that. Obviously for the power, but where does that leave my own father? I don’t believe in coincidences. Matias brought Cobra here for a reason, and it wasn’t a family reunion.

  He leaves our bedroom, and, out of curiosity, I silently follow him. I have to control my breathing when I watch him as he enters Korina’s room. With my heartbeat drumming in my ears, I tiptoe closer, anxious to hear what’s happening in there.

  Years of my father forcing me to watch him and his men rape and torture women have paid off. I keep my focus to catalogue what I am seeing and not emotionally check out. I would love nothing more than to put a bullet into each of these useless people.

  The words Matias says to Korina tell me so much. I’ve been so blind to it all, blinded by lust and love. He’s used my sister against me for years. My best friend.

  I hear him fucking her, and a part of me feels horrible for her while the other part of me hates her. I embrace the hate and the will to outlive this asshole.

  Ideas spread into my mind like a disease and, suddenly, revenge looks really good.

  Game on, motherfucker.

  Matias

  I wake up alone and Katherine is nowhere to be found in our bedroom. After I shower and dress in the pantsuit that my beautiful wife laid out for me, I go in search of her and find her sitting at the table for breakfast.

  “Buenos días, mi amor, good morning, my love, are you working from home today?” she questions as she stands up to get me coffee and then setting the cup down at my place at the table.

  I tilt my head to the side and observe her for a moment. Katherine’s face remains impassive, and she is dressed head to toe in her favorite color, black. She shows no signs of distress from yesterday.

  “No, Katherine, I will be going out,” I answer, keeping my voice monotone. Taking a seat, I wait for her to sit as well. This game is exciting, it’s new for her. Something changed in her yesterday and I’m genuinely happy with this progress.

  “Okay,” she simply states with a nod. She takes a few tentative sips of her steaming hot coffee and graciously mentions, “Please eat, Matias. Korina will be a few more minutes before she joins us.” Still, she doesn’t flinch at her words, and I am impressed. My wife smiles and takes a few bites from her oatmeal.

  I hear movement by the door and turn just in time to see Korina sheepishly entering the dining room, enhancing our game at the table, and taking a seat. I know she’ll blow this because she’s weak.

  “Did you have a good night, honey?” Katherine reaches forward and squeezes her sister’s hand. As her blouse falls open, her breasts push up with the movement. I never allow Katherine to show her body like this unless I give her permission, and her tits are directed at the guards, giving them a great view of what’s fucking mine.

  “Um, ye-e-s,” Korina stammers and looks away from us both, pulling away from her sister and hurriedly picking up her coffee cup with a shaking hand.

  Katherine tsk’s her tongue. “You should have mentioned it last night to Matias if you were uncomfortable, please forgive me that I went to bed early.”

  Korina chokes on her coffee like I knew the bitch would. Goddamn it.

  Katherine pulls up the newspaper from the table. “I’m not feeling well. A little nauseated. I’m going to head outside and read the paper. I think the fresh air will help.” She stands and bends over to kiss my cheek. “Have a good day, amor, please enjoy Korina’s company.” Her luscious tits threaten to fall out and, again, give my guards an eyeful. Her curvy body struts away and outside, dismissing us both.

  Suddenly, I wish I didn’t have to work and that I could fuck my wife all day today, and make Korina watch while she’s tied up. But this game is an aphrodisiac to my fucked up soul, and I desperately want to see where it goes next. Maybe someday.

  On my way out I snarl in Korina’s ear, “Keep your fucking mouth shut and keep an eye on her, stay close by.”

  With my day set, I march out the front door and slide my sunglasses on, ready to make more money.

  Chapter 5

  Tank

  Las Vegas

  What’s the worst thing you can give to a young man? Money. A whole lot of fuckin’ money. I’ve been patched in for a few years now and shit just gets better and better.

  We’re standing around in the garage, looking at the brand-spanking-new Harley I just purchased off the show room floor. Not a mile on this girl, and, boy, is she freakin’ sweet.

  Blade, Spider and Axl helped me roll her off the trailer and we are painting the club logo on the side of the gas tank now. Well, Blade is. I am too busy supervising his work, as usual. As a kid, I drew a lot, and now I’ve been working with this shop on the strip, apprenticing for tattoos.

  “Bro, when are you going to give tatts a try? Look at you, motherfucker, you are like the Vincent Van Gogh of our ages. All twisted and moody, artistic, asshole-y and shit.” I laugh at the glare I get from him while he starts to dry the paint with a hairdryer. “Just don’t cut an ear off. Maybe someone else’s that’s not mine.” I just want to clarify because Blade probably would cut my ear off, the sadistic fuck.

  “Axl!” I yell and punch his shoulder, causing him to spill his beer on his Guns N’ Roses shirt. “Wake the fuck up, dude. What are you daydreaming about?”

  He lets out the most exaggerated sigh. “The girl of my dreams. I can’t stop thinking about her.” He takes another chug of his beer.

  “Brother, it’s been years. Do you hear me? Years since we’ve seen her at that concert. It’s not likely that you will find her again. S
he probably doesn’t even live around here.” My hands fly wide to help point out how ridiculous he is. “Who gets this caught up after one night?”

  He shrugs a shoulder and looks over to Blade. Both of us watch while he sprays a clear coat over the Battle Born and wolf logo he painted. “Tank, it will happen, and that will come, mark my words. Your big ass will fall hard.”

  “Not fuckin’ likely.”

  After the clear coat has been dried, we pull the bike out of the garage, and I finally turn on my new baby. “Damn, you hear that?” The engine roars underneath, pushing out a calming purr.

  “What time is it, boys?” I yell out to the members that have gathered around us.

  “Road Dog time,” the boys yell out and jump on their own bikes. The large yard vibrates with the roar from the bikes and our howling. Stryker and Maddox join the crew to baptize my girl on the road, a tradition that started many years ago, and Stryker is adamant that it’s good luck for the crew.

  Stryker’s Ol’ Lady, Moxie, wraps her fine body around our Prez, and Harley… Let me just pause this thought here. Harley is a fucking knockout. She has starred in many of my spank bank fantasies. She’s better than Mrs. Jones on your street, it’s a level above that. Long, dark hair and golden skin. Mad Max, the VP, took one look at her, was hooked, and she was patched into holy biker matrimony within a month.

  But back to where we were at. Harley walks down the steps in a pair of leather shorts, thigh high boots, a black Battle Born tank and her MC cut. Bitch swings one leg over and settles into her man. Lucky old ass prick.

  The engines rev and the Prez leads the way to Sin City to baptize the newest bike into the club on the Las Vegas Strip. It’s always a crowd pleasure when Battle Born takes the road. Cameras come out and pictures of us are taken. It makes my dick a little hard because yeah, we are the big dogs rollin’ in.