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

by Scarlett Black

  We end up on Fremont Street and park our bikes up in a garage, then head down to a strip club for drinks and dames for the night.

  You know that worse thing you could ever give to a young man, money? I have stacks of it to celebrate. Selling shit has never been better and collections from the other clubs are up. I sit at the front table next to the stage, and place my brick stacks of dollar bills down, ready to pay these girls’ college tuitions.

  I’m so happy, I can’t even wipe the grin off to cover my white teeth. Also, the joint I just smoked could be adding to that. Axl gave me, Blade and Spider a red headband to tie around our heads. We support his strange obsession with them.

  The crew and I take up the whole VIP section when the bell rings, alerting the girls that they have special guests to entertain. The bass pumps louder and the stripper parade begins. I rub my hands together excitedly, anticipating my treats for the night.

  Blade whistles for one of the girls’ attention, so I pass the bouncer a hundred. The buxom brunette gives him a salacious lap dance that’s meant to make him come in his pants. He whispers into her ear and she leads him to a private room. Happy endings exist in Vegas only when you have cash, and, well, when you’re us.

  I’m lost in laughter when I hear Axl asking one of the girls who’s dancing on his lap if she has ever been to a Guns N’ Roses concert. Maddox and Harley must’ve heard it over the music too because I can hear them both chuckling about it.

  Blade joins us after his seven minutes in heaven and sits down with a fresh cold beer. I’m about to harass him over his quick return when the wind is knocked out of my lungs.

  Ava.

  She’s grinding her perky little body around the pole, all the way down to the floor. She’s crawling on all fours while collecting dollar bills before she reaches me and my shit eating grin.

  “Well, well, well, look who just came crawling back to me.”

  Ava’s face pales once her eyes look up to see me with my arms crossed over my chest.

  “Hey,” she lamely greets me while her hands hesitantly crawl up my chest, rubbing them back and forth. “What have you been doing?”

  “Blondes, redhead and brunettes.”

  Blade and Axl roar in laughter behind me and Spider kicks the back of my leg. Warning me to stay away from her, I’m sure.

  “Mmm,” she hums, trailing her hands over my muscled arms. “Got one for me? For old times’ sake?”

  I think about her offer to fuck her for free and decide that I am all for that shit. I help her off the stage and flip off the stunned faces watching me walk away her. She leads us into one of the VIP rooms where I let her dance around the pole while she strips out of her barely there white lingerie.

  “Where have you been, Ava?” I question and take a seat in a chair.

  “I came back to Vegas a few months ago. Things didn’t work out in California,” she responds as she’s twirling around, facing me. “I’m happy I ran into you though.” Opening her legs while talking, she slides her back down the pole and pulls her g-string to the side to run her small fingers through her pussy.

  “Why is that?”

  She saunters over, naked, with a waxed pussy and her red heels on. “Because I always regretted leaving things between us the way they we did.”

  I want to laugh at how hysterical that is. When she left me, I was getting ready to be patched in and she was engaged to another man. I was ready to brand her as my Ol’ Lady that night and she left me hanging, alone. See, funny the way she left things.

  “Make up for it then.”

  She gets down on her knees and pulls my jeans down my legs, finding a few condoms in my back pocket. She tears one off and holds onto it while she takes my dick down to the back of her throat.

  My knees open a little wider and my hand finds the back of her head, pumping her up and down on my cock. Her hot mouth sends tingles up my spine.

  “Fuck me, Ava.”

  She opens the wrapper and places the condom on the tip of my dick before her mouth slides it over it. I hiss out from pleasure as I feel her breath heating the rubber and her teeth grazing my cock. Once she has the condom rolled down, she stands and straddles me on the chair, slowly lowering, seating herself on my dick. “Rub your pussy until you come and then you can make me come.”

  She sticks two fingers into my mouth, and I roll my tongue around them before she gently caresses her clit. She rocks back and forth and begs me to take her back, that she misses me. I let her show go on because, let’s face it, her words mean shit. My dick is hard and the woman is fucking hot. I may as well use her hot cunt for the night.

  Ava purrs out her release and begins to move up and down, gaining excitement back in her for another climax. Before she gets another one, I grip her hips and pound out my release. Satisfied, I slap her ass.

  “Thanks, doll, it was nice running into you.”

  Her eyes bug out. “What did you just say?”

  Picking up her scrawny ass off me, I gently set her on her feet. While I pull the condom off and zip up my pants, I repeat her last words, “I thought we were just having fun,” then point between us, “You didn’t think this was real, did you? You did, that’s so sweet.”

  Ava stands there with wounded pride and a deflated ego. Can’t say I care because she doesn’t deserve anything more from me. Because of her, I will never trust that a woman cares for anyone but herself, and I’m never letting any woman on the back of my bike ever again.

  “Take care,” I call out and head back out to the boys to get the fuck out of here before she creates drama.

  Karma is my best friend, and my night has been blessed. Not that I have anything against a girl who wants to strip, but Ava thought she had her life planned out with some rich dick that she had. When that didn’t work out, she wanted to crawl back to me. That shit will never happen.

  I feel a whole lot like a king and not her or anyone else can stop the awesomeness that’s wrapped up in this hot package.

  Chapter 6

  Katherine

  I look around the place that I used to call home and see nothing truly memorable that I’d cherish. I’m a stranger in this place, lost to its freshly revealed chaos. I didn’t recognize how deep I was in until now, and it may be too late.

  It is a sad realization to how much I’ve lost over the years, or, have I really lost? Maybe now I am seeing clearly for the first time in my life, a light that finally shines bright.

  It’s time to move on.

  My heart takes me on a walk, and I look over the property, remembering the time Matias fucked me in the grass all those years ago. The young girl in me loved it at the time and welcomed him into my body. Years that passed have tarnished the reality of that day. That man manipulated the young girl that I once was, and she has grown numb to him. I never saw him coming with his charms and manipulation.

  Sitting down next to the bushes we planted shortly after we built this house, I lie on my back to look up at the sky. The absurdity of all this shit strikes me profoundly. I was groomed the way Matias wanted me to be. I have allowed my father to manipulate me as well. All the shooting, killing and fighting he had me train for was for this moment. After my mother died, he used me for this moment only. To sacrifice me for money.

  I chuckle while watching the clouds drift by. My father made sure I was taught to manipulate and outsmart most men. I helped to patch up his club members and assist the doctors. He taught me to shoot guns and throw knives. There wasn’t anything my old man didn’t teach me. I was an arsenal for him for when the time came that he’d need to use me.

  Korina and I moved to the United States with our mother for a few years and went to school in California. We learned English very well, we both spoke it like natives. My father wanted to ensure that all necessary steps were taken so that we would blend in any environment without raising any suspicion, even if he had to send us on a so-called mission to America.

  Korina never took his teachings seriously, and, ov
er time, he started ignoring her. Not me though, I soaked up the attention. A part of me loved the dark and cynical world he shared with me.

  Speaking of dear old dad, I hear footsteps behind me and then I sense his presence as he’s taking a seat next to me. His heavy cologne wafts over me and I don’t have to turn my head to just know that it’s him.

  “Katherine, are you ready now?”

  I close my eyes tight. He’s come to me like he told me he would, when the time was right.

  A memory instantly hits me like a thunder strike, back to the day before my wedding…

  Korina calls for me from across the yard. “Katherine! Papa wants you again in his office,” she shouts, and I run over to her.

  I snort at her attitude, “You think I like being called in there?”

  She at least has the decency to look a little sad. I get her disappointment because all she ever really craves is love from our father. I always protect her though, and never tell her what he wants or what he has me do. I could tell her, but it wouldn’t be good for either one of us. Our father would beat us both and she would have to endure the same things I have.

  I squeeze her shoulder and walk past her to enter his office, then shut the door behind me. I take a seat in a chair in front of his desk and patiently wait.

  “Papa, you called for me…?” I finally inquire.

  When he’s ready, he looks up from the papers he’s holding and directs a pointed glare at me. “Tomorrow you will marry into the Cartel.” He sits back and looks me in the eyes, not letting my gaze leave him. “You will need to remember everything I taught you over the years. One day, you will do what you are told, without question.”

  I swallow through the fear of what he is implying.

  “I-I love Matias, Papa, please don’t make me do something to him!” I plead, pushing my body forward. I would get on my knees and beg at this point.

  My father’s gut-wrenching laughter fills the air around us. “You think he loves you, pinche puta? Do you know how many whores he fucks? Katherine,” he leans over his desk at me, “Don’t be a fucking perra estupida, stupid bitch. I taught you so much better.” He raises his hand, and I flinch. “Fuck up and Korina will be the whore that pays. Tu entiendes, you understand?”

  “Sí, Papa, entiendo,” is all I can answer right this minute, and I pray that the day never comes.

  Opening my eyes to the present, I turn my head to look at my father, but really only seeing a man that I hate. “Sí, Papa, que necesitas, what do you need?”

  My father’s satisfied gleam and smirk approve of my choice of words. What do I have to lose at this point? I need to use my father for what I want, which is a way out.

  “Be the wife he wants, not too easy. Get close to him and start feeding me information.”

  “What is it that you want? What information?”

  Cobra’s glare cuts off my questions. “Fucking anything, Katherine. I don’t explain myself to women, do as you’re told.”

  He gets up from the grass and leaves the property without going back through the house. I glance up and notice that Korina is standing by the window, watching us.

  I sit up and huff out a breath, thinking over what my father would want from Matias. More drugs? More money? He can’t be stupid enough to expect more than what he’s already getting, even possibly rip off a transport.

  The more I know on both sides of this, the better. How much can I get involved and survive? It doesn’t matter because this is no life, but I will take out as many of these cabrones with me as possible.

  I get up from my spot and walk into the house, deciding to stop and grab some water from the kitchen. As soon as I walk in, I see Korina glaring at me from the other side of the room. “What was he here for?”

  “He stayed the night here, Korina,” I wave a hand toward her.

  “You and I both know he doesn’t just visit with you.” She points a perfectly polished red nail at me.

  I snort at her, “Nope, he doesn’t.” I tilt my head at her. “Why does that make you angry though?”

  Korina’s eyes dart around. “Doesn’t matter, I’m taking off.” She storms off, leaving me alone in the kitchen. She now sees me as the enemy. Our father has never had time for her. Does she think that she’ll protect Matias by warning him? Korina doesn’t understand these games and that Cobra will kill her.

  It’s become clear that she already is or will be a spy for Matias. No, she is his spy. All these years, he played on my feelings so easily. He could read me so well, and that’s because she’d tell him everything about me. She’s been betraying me.

  Pain worse than anything I’ve ever felt slices my heart. I always loved her, she’s been my only friend for years. Matias slowly isolated me. He methodically took a piece of me at a time and chipped away all the support I was getting from any good people or things in my life.

  Son of a bitch. Pain is instantly replaced with a burning rage and need to get even. This asshole doesn’t really know who he is fucking with. It’s time to sharpen my skills and get my edge back, bringing me back.

  As all these thoughts slam into my brain, one thing is clear. I pull out my phone and type a text out to my father.

  Me: Thanks for coming, can you meet me for lunch tomorrow? I would like to apologize in person.

  I hope he gets what I’m saying without me actually saying it.

  Cobra: Be at El Rey, noon

  Behind the scenes, I have lots of things to do. I need to get busy setting my own traps. With that in mind, I first go through Matias’ office to see if I can find anything useful. His computer is password protected, and logging into it would set off an alarm to his security team.

  Next, I rummage through the few papers on his desk. There’s nothing that will help me right now other than the name of a shipping company. I place the papers back on the desk and walk over to his printer to check the memory.

  I print the documents he hasn’t erased and spend an hour getting to know my husband a little better. I even pour myself a shot or two of tequila as I read through the small stack of papers. These, however, only show a schedule of shipments of something that’s to be crossed over the border. I flip a page over and see that the next one is a document listing a motorcycle club in the U.S. as a contact. Somebody by the name of Stryker is listed as the president of the Battle Born MC in Las Vegas, Nevada.

  Several pictures are attached to it, all showing different people. One of them shows a woman and a man who must be the president and his wife, and it catches my eye, then I look through other pictures of several club members.

  So, Battle Born is what my old man was here for last night. Tonight they have a shipment to go load up. I’m sure my father is taking it to them.

  This is as good as I’m going to get for today. I move over to the bookcase and find a book with light dust on top. I fold the documents I printed in half before sliding them in between the pages of the book which I then carefully place back on the shelf.

  I look around the room for any sign of a false wall or floor but come up empty. He may not hide anything in here.

  I don’t have time to keep looking, so I decide to move on. I walk into the main part of the house, straight into the officers’, or security, area. Quietly, I listen for footsteps but don’t hear anything. Someone is down here, there has to be. Room one comes up empty and I slip inside, closing the door behind me without latching it shut.

  Rummaging through, I find a switch blade and a credit card. I grin as I stuff both into my boot and pull my pants over to cover it. Knowing not to press my luck further, I tiptoe around the door and back down the hallway when two hands come out of nowhere and wrap around my throat.

  “Katherine.” His scent overwhelms my senses. My heart pounds into my ears and I feel like I could die in the next few moments.

  “What are you doing down here?” He squeezes the hand that’s still wrapped around my throat, in warning. “If I catch you fucking my men, I will put a bullet in your
traitorous head.” His other hand comes around my waist and pulls me into his body.

  A second is all I need, I reassure myself, then close my eyes, exhaling the nerves out. I can do this.

  My head falls back as I press my ass back into him, grinding into his quickly hardening cock. “I would never betray tu amor and respect for me, mi esposo. I promised you everything for the same from you in return.” My voice sounds scratchy from his hold around my throat.

  Matias’ grip tightens on my hip, and he grinds back into me. “You want to flash these tits at my men, mi amor?” His hand lets go of my throat, then rips the blouse away from my body. Buttons fly and scatter everywhere before he pushes me against the wall. His hand grips the hair at the back of my neck, forcing the side of my head to rest against the wall. My cheek is burning from the pressure.

  “You know it’s just you and me. It’s always been only about you and me, no matter what.”

  His meaning is clear. He loves me even though he fucks whoever he feels like. It used to be enough, but it’s not anymore. I feel betrayed that he would fuck my sister and use her against me for his own sick pleasure.

  He kisses my jaw reverently, in contradiction with his painful hold. He ever so lightly whispers, “Maybe I should fuck you in this hallway and let the men watch?”

  Rage overwhelms my reaction and my elbow flies back, hitting his side. Not enough to hurt him but it startles him enough that I can shove him away from me.

  “I will never be your puta,” I spit at him. “I am not afraid either to put a bullet in your traitorous dick.”

  Before the last word can leave my mouth, Matias’ backhand strikes my cheek and the sting from the slap reminds me of who he is. Once again, he pushes me against the wall and pulls my pants down to my knees. The sound of his own pants being opened echoes in the empty hallway before he harshly pushes himself into me and rams into my body.