Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2)

by B. B. Blaque

  It was time for FOCUS to come in and deal with Lombardi. I didn’t have time for all three of ‘em, and that hillbilly fuck needed to get his hands dirty enough to wash off the stench of L.A. plastic. I sent him a text and went back to the two I was most interested in. The bitch who kicked the first ball into motion and the little pussy-ass motherfucker who’d gotten me kicked out.

  Time to go to church.

  I pulled the lid of the tomb over and turned it to the side so I’d have a bridge to sit on. Just like I thought, Sean Foley was inside, shakin’ in his shoes. I plopped the red bow onto his head and laughed. “Look at what a piece of shit you’ve turned out to be. Ass-lickin’ pansy back in the day, and a lyin’ scumbag pussy peddler now. I mean, we run girls, yeah, but we don’t pretend to be somethin’ we ain’t. We don’t sell bitches against their will.”

  The Royal Bastards do a lot of shit. We make our money off drugs and chicks and everyone knows it. The cops are in our pockets or try to build cases they never win. Girls come to us for employment and protection. We do what we do with the drugs, and it is what it is. Other than occasionally coercing a chick into working for us—like Nixx—they line up to be on our stage and we gotta turn a bunch away. We give ‘em safety and we all make money. No matter how dirty our hands get, we’d never do what those sons of bitches were doin’.

  “I think you’ll all be proud . . . I’ve been gone from the church for a long fuckin’ time, but I still remember how shit goes. I might be a little rusty . . . but I think I remember how to do last rites. Okay, not exactly, but my own version.” I hoped off the tomb and rubbed my hands together. “What do ya say? Should I give it a shot?”

  “Wow, yank! I heard you were havin’ a shindig down here. I hope I didn’t miss anything good y’all were up to.” FOCUS was already yellin’ as he came walkin’ in. “Which one’s mine?”

  I shook my head over to Father Lombardi. “That one. Gimme a sec first and then he’s all you, bro’.”

  My hand went into my vest pocket. I pulled out the flask and walked over to face the priest.

  “Ya know, you’re a scumbag, but I woulda let you live if you weren’t part of this monstrosity. Too bad . . . ya coulda skated.” I slowly opened the flask, tipped it to my fingers, and flicked the sign of the cross over him like I didn’t give a fuck. “Through him . . . with him . . . in him. Now, get the fuck outta here.”

  He wasn’t worth my time or effort. Sister Antoinette and Foley were the two I wanted most. I climbed back onto the lid of the tomb, looked down at Sean, and dripped the sign of the cross on him with the unholy water.

  “Okay . . . that part’s outta the way, let’s get on to your confession . . . why don’t you tell me how you ratted on me. How your big fuckin’ mouth got me sent to live on the streets.” I lit a smoke, exhaled hard, and brought my boot down onto his face. “You have no idea what it was like to be seventeen, livin’ in subway stations . . . panhandlin’ . . . pullin’ every scam I could come up with just to put some food in my belly. It was fuckin’ February, you sorry motherfucker!”

  I kicked him under the chin and then landed a hard stomp to his sternum.

  “Confess! Your! Sins!” It was a sound that came up from the pit of Hell he’d left inside me. “Tell me how you were jealous that Fi wouldn’t fuck you! You could never have gotten Fi. She was always too good for you. This fuckin’ shit . . . bringin’ her here just shows how much of a thorn in your ass it is! Now confess!”

  Foley tried to talk and started blubberin’ like he used to when we were kids. I could almost see the face of the guy who’d been my friend cryin’ because one of the priests beat his ass. I took up for that little prick, and then he went and threw me to the wolves in black habits.

  “Gio . . . I’m sorry. I was a dumb kid. What do ya want from me?”

  Oh, now there’s a loaded question.

  “That’s it? You’re fuckin’ sorry?” I crushed my boot into his ribs and heard a snap as he screamed. “You might’ve been a dumbass then, but now you’re just an evil prick who was gonna fuckin’ sell Fi and other chicks to some demented, rich bastards! You brought her here to die and you know it!”

  I stood up and paced around the edge of the tomb, thinkin’ about what I was gonna do. I was gettin’ off on his fear and wanted to prolong it and the pain as long as I could.

  “What I want from you . . . ahh . . . that’s a fuckin’ question for the ages, now isn’t it?”

  Before I could say anything else, FOCUS came walkin’ over and handed me a red bow.

  “I think this is for you, man . . . thanks for lettin’ me play with your toy. I think I broke it, though.” He sat down on the edge of the tomb and rolled his hands. “Keep goin’, sorry to interrupt your sermon there, yank.”

  FOCUS reached into his pocket and pulled out a pint of Jager and relaxed on the concrete slab.

  “You want some popcorn with that or what?” FOCUS laughed and gave me the finger. “So, Father Foley . . . Sean . . . what I want . . . is your life. You took mine in more ways than I can count by runnin’ your cesspool of a mouth. Little suck-up piece of scum.”

  I pulled my knife outta the sheath, leaned into the tomb, and fished around in his pockets until I found his rosary. Our Father . . . I started to tease the blade around his lips

  “So . . . what we’re gonna do here is just cut out the cancer once and for all . . .” I tossed the knife back and forth in my hands and continued, “Your tongue waggin’ is what put Fi and me through hell for all these years.”

  Everything we’d suffered rolled through my head at a slow and agonizing pace. All I’d endured to save her from what I was bein’ put through at the time. Everything she’d gone through that had made the twisted confession shit our normal gig. The pain of bein’ apart that crushed me every time she left. All of it. I felt every bit of it, and my blood pressure was surely as high as the Empire State Buildin’.

  I brought the handle of the knife with force onto his front teeth and he started to choke on the shattered pieces. Then, I just reached in, flipped the knife around, and sliced that piece of meat outta his mouth. I’m sure he had to be screamin’, but I only heard the sound in my head of Fi cryin’ every time we were together and my voice yellin’ loud.

  Break your vows . . . cut your ties completely or walk out that door and don’t ever come back.

  His mouth went slack like a dead fish, and I shoved the rosary in cross end first and held it closed. I put my hand over his nose and pressed down hard. I wanted to push him through the concrete and straight to Hell where he belonged.

  “Swallow, motherfucker! I bet you wanted her to swallow your cock . . . your cum. Swallow!” He could suffocate, drown on his saliva, or suck it down. I didn’t wanna wait, so I let go and listened to him choking as I slit him from ear to ear. The crucifix was hangin’ at the back of his throat and I yanked it through to the front, along with the beads. “You sick bastard, you don’t deserve to wear this cross!”

  I jerked the cross and the cord ripped. When it was loose, I shoved it in my pocket and smiled. “You’re not a man of God . . . you’re not a man at all. Or should I say you weren’t?”

  I drove the knife into his stomach like I was tryin’ to cut through to his spine and thrust my hand to bring the blade up.

  “You might have a few minutes to get right with God, if that’s even possible.” I tossed a couple coins in on top of Foley. FOCUS got up and we shoved the lid around to cover the tomb. “Use your time wisely, you useless, Godless prick!”

  19

  This is Gonna Hurt

  “Now, it’s your turn, sister, and I’m gonna enjoy every second of this.” I walked over to that bitch cryin’ at the base of the cross. She mighta been cryin’ the whole time for all I knew. Once I was done with Foley, her pain was all I had left to focus on.

  I crouched, lifted the black gown, and then wiped the blood from the knife with a laugh.

  “Ya know, I gotta hand it to ya, sister . . . you
sure know how to fuck a kid up.” I shrugged off the vest and pulled the shirt over my head. “Look at me . . . I turned out to be such an upstandin’ citizen after our special nights together.”

  She tried to look away and I grabbed her face hard and turned it back to me. “Look! At! Me! No one looked while you raped me. While you beat me bloody. No one gave a fuck! You twisted my head so far around, it shoulda been upside down and backwards! What kinda fucked up person preys on the innocence of a kid and punishes him for doin’ what you made him do?”

  My heart was so heavy and I could practically feel the fury buildin’ and boilin’ up inside of me. I don’t think I’d ever been so fuckin’ mad in my life and I’d spent a lot of time bein’ pissed at the Catholic Church, skells on the streets, and the entire world. In that moment, it was eatin’ its way out of the darkest dungeons in my soul.

  Why does this hurt so much?

  Cleansing always does.

  What almost ate me alive for so long was burstin’ its way out to be purged. I could feel its claws piercin’ through the inside of my flesh to let the monster free.

  “I carry reminders of you every fuckin’ day of my life!” I stood, turned my bare back to her and forced her to see the battle wounds from her lessons. My tattoos had been worked into the scars. They weren’t covered—they were highlighted. They were part of my ride and reminders of why Giovanni died and Crucifix was born.

  “Do you remember these? ‘Cause I’ll never forget! Lashes for not doin’ what you wanted me to do when you came in the night. Pain when you got my teenage dick hard as a rock . . . you said I was disgusting and a motherless sinner! I was fucked no matter which way I turned!”

  Wake up, Giovanni. It’s time to get rid of all that sin.

  You know what you have to do.

  You’re a bad boy. I’m the only one who can make you clean and take away all those sins.

  Give Sister Antoinette that big load of sin.

  “You fuckin’ bitch! You’re not God!” I jumped up and grabbed the skirt of her habit. “You didn’t cleanse me. You fucked me up! Is it right? Is it wrong? Am I filthy? Man, I don’t know who fucked you up, sister, but they sure did a bang-up job! You think you can hide behind this stupid uniform? I’ve seen your evil up close and personal.”

  I started to shred the habit, and with every slice, my anger intensified into a frenzy of black material and rage. I didn’t stop until she was stripped bare on the floor by my feet.

  “Kneel, you dumb cunt, and you better pray like you’ve never prayed!” I yanked the veil off her head and flung it across the room. “Don’t even think about askin’ for mercy ‘cause you never gave me an ounce of the shit. Your sins are unforgivable . . . what you did to Fi by breakin’ me can’t be washed away and we both carry that. Every. Fuckin’. Day of our lives!”

  Her sobbing was gettin’ louder and she wailed as she tried to get out prayers that would never be heard.

  “How much of my . . . sin . . . did you swallow, sister? You couldn’t get enough, I’ll tell ya that!” I walked over to the tomb, grabbed my flask, and went back to the bitch prayin’. “I think you need to make all that sin nice and holy, don’t you? Clean you from the inside out.”

  I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could and pried her mouth open. Then I started to pour all of my unholy water down her throat.

  “Funny, you never gagged like that when you sucked my cock and swallowed every drop of my sin! Maybe the demon inside you is bein’ burned alive.” She choked and heaved. I didn’t want her to die on her own puke so I jerked her head forward, pressed down, and roared like an animal. “Pray!”

  It’s never gonna make Fi and me right.

  We’re fucked for life!

  We’ll finally be able to be fucked up together.

  The smallest sounds were comin’ outta Sister Antoinette. “Our Father . . . deliver me from evil. Please, Giovanni . . . forgive me.”

  I grabbed the strips of the habit and started shoving them into her mouth while I yelled in a near black rage.

  “Forgive you? There is no forgiveness! After what you were gonna do to Fi today . . . you are gonna rot in fuckin’ Hell where you belong!” I used the butt of my knife to push the pieces of material deep into her mouth. Then I untied her and spun her around to face the cross. “You don’t deserve redemption. There aren’t enough prayers that can be said to save your soul!”

  I used pieces of the habit to retie her and it almost made my dick hard seein’ her like that. Savor it. I reached into my pocket, got out my kit, and stalked around her. She deserves this and more. I took out the retractable antennae and pulled it straight. Then I unrolled the bunch of barbed wire and started to twist it around the length. This is gonna hurt! I wrapped the other piece around her head and yanked it tight. FOCUS broke into my thoughts.

  “Man, that looks like some kinda crown of thorns. You really do love that nun! I mean Fiona. I heard ya sayin’ it all these years, but this . . .” He was still sittin’ on the tomb, watchin’ me. “I ain’t never seen no fire and brimstone shit like this.”

  “Ya think we’d be here doin’ this if I didn’t love her? I sold my soul for that girl!”

  I pulled the weapon back and it hissed through the air before contactin’ with Sister Antoinette’s flesh. “This cunt is gonna lose her life for that love. So, yeah, you could say I kinda got a thing for her.”

  I let loose and watched every wound appear and fill with blood. I stayed right in it every second—totally in control. She didn’t deserve mercy, or penance; she couldn’t undo all the shit she’d done or what woulda happened if Bish hadn’t helped.

  “I thought about rapin’ you . . . but I wouldn’t give you the pleasure or dirty my cock with that putrid hole between your legs! I’d rather fuck a whore in Times Square than sink into that cunt even if it would be eye for an eye.” The barbed wire sliced her skin over and over and she screamed so loud behind the pieces of the habit I’d shoved in her mouth. I felt those screams deep in my heart and knew I’d keep them forever. I thought about what she’d done to me every time she put my dick inside her or if I said no. What she’d done to Fi and was gonna do to her. I felt 100% justified.

  “You don’t deserve last rites and you definitely don’t deserve any communion, holy or not.”

  There’s no salvation for you.

  I walked around to face her on the cross and crouched down. She was cryin’ silently.

  “Right now . . . you are absolutely forsaken. I wouldn’t even give you the honor of bein’ crucified as much as I’d love to nail you to this thing. You played God with our lives, but you aren’t even close!” I shoved the pieces of the habit deeper until she started to choke. I used my knife one last time and stabbed it through a hand and pulled it out. “These pieces of material allowed you to do all the fucked-up shit you did to us . . . choke on all your lies you evil bitch!”

  I sat there watchin’ her slowly die. I don’t even know how long it took, but I tried to slow it down in my mind to enjoy her suffering like she’d enjoyed ours. Eventually, she stopped breathin’ and I felt the weight on my chest finally lighten up. I searched around on the floor for her rosary and jammed it in my pocket. All three crucifixes will have a special spot on my vest. Then I stood and turned to FOCUS.

  “Well, brother, was that as good for you as it was for me?” I tried to laugh and push away the tears of my anger and relief as I redressed in my shirt and vest. “If I could, I’d bring her back and do it again.”

  FOCUS stood from the tomb and patted me on the back. “That’s gonna be her Hell, man. She’s gonna die over and over.”

  My adrenaline was startin’ to slow as we got to the door and turned off the lights.

  “Do you really believe that shit, hillbilly? I sure as fuck hope it’s true.”

  Before he could say a word, my phone dinged with a text.

  You need to get to the clubhouse. We got a really big issue.

  20

  Crucify t
he Dead

  “What the fuck now? She should be safe!” We practically ran up the stairs and I followed FOCUS through the maze in the walls of Rosethorne until we got to the door. “What about Bish? Isn’t he gonna wonder?”

  FOCUS stopped for a second and typed a quick text. “Okay. That’s done. He knows where we’re goin’. If we need him, he’ll be there as fast as his bike and the bullshit traffic will let ‘im.”

  We got on the bikes and I was pissed at every motherfucker on the road. There hadn’t even been five fuckin’ minutes for me to enjoy the load that I’d just ripped off my heart, and we were headed into somethin’ else. When we finally got into the City, I thought my head was gonna explode. Everything imaginable was goin’ through my mind. Whatever it was couldn’t be called or texted about, which meant it was nothin’ good.

  She’s safe with the guys.

  It’s almost over.

  I was still remindin’ myself of all the shit that’d been loopin’ in my head on the way over. When we pulled into the big garage attached to the clubhouse and I saw the look on Casket’s face, my heart fell. “What the fuck is goin’ on?”

  Casket stepped out and blocked me from goin’ any further. “First, you gotta know we handled it for now. No matter what you choose to do, we got your back on it. You gotta go see your nun first.”

  Quickly, I lunged outta the way, cut Casket a hard look, and pointed in his face. “She ain’t a fuckin’ nun no more! Not a bad habit, not Sister Fiona. She’s Fi . . . Gingersnap. Where the fuck is my ol’ lady?”

  He didn’t deserve me chewin’ his ass like that, but I was so anti all of that shit and my temper was through the roof already.

  “Crucifix . . . brother . . . take a breath, light a smoke, get a shot for Chrissakes. We’ve been handlin’ shit. You need to pull it together before you see her. Just know it ain’t none of our doin’.”