“Orders?”
“Been watching you for days. Your security is shit.”
“Now you insult me.” She lets out a tsk and smooths her skirt down her thighs.
“No need to cover up for me. You’ve got a pretty pink pussy and a thank you fuck would be nice.”
“You think I’m going to fuck you for killing Micah. Puhlease.” She rolls her blue eyes, and I move toward her, grabbing her by both wrists.
“Why not?”
“One, I’m not horny. Two, I have guts on my face. Three. You seem to be here to take me against my will. Shall I keep going?”
I shrug. “Seems a shame to let wet fuckable pussy go to waste.”
“Killing him made you hard, didn’t it?”
“Usually does,” I tell her, my cock twitching. “Who was that fucker anyways?”
“Micah Luciano.” The minute that name comes out of her mouth, my blood runs cold. “You probably should have figured that out before you killed the Mafia Boss’s only son.”
Fuck me, this just fucked up everything. Pres will kill me if Pedro Luciano doesn’t. I grab Trinity’s arms and pull her up from the bed. “Clean up, we’re getting the fuck outta here. Need to lay low a while.”
“Don’t do me any favors, my club will protect me. Everyone knows that Micah is with me right now. You should leave while you still can.” She thinks she’s getting away from me. Cute.
“Sorry, bitch, not how this works. You’re coming with me whether you like it or not, I have my orders.” Orders that just fucking changed when I whacked a Mafia bastard.
She tugs, trying to get out of my grasp. “If you think I’m going anywhere with you, you’ve got another thing coming.” She goes to bring her knee up between my legs, but I block her.
I shove her into the wall, my arm at her throat. “Keep fighting me, it only makes me harder. You hit me, I’ll hit you back. Any part of you comes near my cock, whether you want it or not, my cock gets shoved into your cunt, or ass. Don’t trust your mouth yet, but we can work up to it.” I’m half tempted to just take her right now, not giving a fuck a dead body is just feet away or blood spatter is on her face.
She spits in my face. This bitch might be as crazy as me. “Cute. Real fuckin’ cute.” I grin and wipe my face. “We’re going to get along great.” I smirk, leaning closer to her mouth. I pinch her lips between my fingers. “Soon, sugar tits, you’re gonna be begging me to let you suck my dick.” I kiss her forehead and back off. “Grab your shit. Let’s go.”
“I don’t take orders from the likes of you. Who sent you anyway?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you if you move your ass. We can trade stories around the campfire later, baby. Maybe I’ll even get you some marshmallows to roast if you’re good for me.”
“Maybe I won’t roast your balls over the open flames.”
“Sounds kinky, sweetheart, and I have to tell you…I’m a real kinky bastard. Keep talking that talk. All you’re doing is making my dick grow hard and my balls ache with the need to fill your sassy mouth.”
“Oh, baby. You’re a real fuckin’ modern day Romeo.” When she rolls her eyes at me my palm twitches wanting to fuckin’ spank her ass until its glowing with my handprint. “Anyway, what’s your plan?”
I grin and rub my jaw. “I don’t know yet. I’ll figure it out on the way.”
“Great. My hero is a real fuckin amateur. Do you even know how to use that thing?” She points, and I look down at my crotch. “The gun, asshole.”
“I saved your ass, didn’t I?”
“Hardly. I had it under control.”
“Tell it to your dead bitch in the corner.”
As if she is just know remembering the cunt she rushes over and checks the dead bitch’s pulse.
A tear runs down her face as she kisses the woman on the mouth. “I’m sorry, Nadia.” She grabs the sheet from her bed and drapes it over her friend. Two gun shots in one night and not one of her bitches stormed in here to check on shit. Some club. Bunch of pussies. Pres was right, this is just a bunch of girls playing.
As we storm out of her playhouse, I notice a few bitch’s hiding behind the bar. “Yeah, these whores really got your back.” I snort and fire my fingers like a gun in their direction and they flinch.
“Wipe those cameras,” Trinity orders them and they nod.
“You know they’ll rat us out. You should put a bullet in them now.”
“They won’t stick around long enough. Let’s use the back door. Micah’s driver will be out front.”
“He’s already dead.” I can tell she’s impressed, if only a little, bit it makes me smile.
“Okay, maybe you aren’t as dumb as you look.”
Chapter 6
Trinity
I shove my blade down in my boot and sling my bag over my shoulder. I don’t trust this asshole, but at the moment, I don’t have a whole lot of options. Sure, I could kill him, but then what? And he makes me laugh. There’s not many who can do that. He’s cute too. Has some sexy fuckin ink on them arms. We spent the night in some dank motel off the interstate. Bastard made me sleep next to him. Didn’t trust me not to flee. He’s smart not to trust me. The moment I get a chance I’ll stick his ass and steal his motorcycle and ride to the west coast.
Thinking about what happened at my clubhouse has me pissed all over again. As we left, they didn’t seem like they gave a shit, and now with Nadia dead and me gone, that place is gonna fall into hell. What’s gonna happen with my businesses now? Fuck, maybe I can get a call to the Jacks Devils and see if they’ll take over my shit until I can get back to it. Knowing those bastards, I’d have to kill them to reclaim it though.
Once Micah’s father finds out what happened, I might escape this shit alive, but until he knows the truth, that I wasn’t the one to pull the trigger, he’ll be gunning for me. It’s not like The Luciano Mob Boss much cared for his son. Hell, just last month he told the little shit to stay away from me. But he’s still his blood. The blood that was all over me until I washed it off.
I may not have pulled the trigger, but I know my time on earth is now limited because of this shit. Already knew it would be, ever since I murdered Blaze, I knew one day that club will get payback for their dead Pres. I narrow my eyes at the man I’m with. He doesn’t look familiar but doesn’t mean he can’t be part of the club. Maybe he’s just a contract hire. Since Luciano doesn’t know I yet killed his son, and this guy showed up out of nowhere.
I have a feeling the Blazing Demons are behind this.
“You hungry?” he grunts when he appraises me, his eyes going straight to my tits.
“I could eat.” I hop on the back of his bike and wrap my arms around his middle. I didn’t sleep for shit. I lay my head against his shoulder inhaling his scent. I admit he smells good. I could have worse prospects right now. At least he’s not a fat smelly bastard. I am no closer to figuring out who sent him or what he really wants with me. Not that it matters now. He put a fucking target on both our backs when he killed Micah. Not that I wasn’t happy to see that fucker get his, but this shit is not something I can just smooth over. Pedro won’t take kindly to the insult. It’s the most disrespectful thing one can do in his world. He’ll be out for blood—mine. I know how it looks. Micah and Nadia are both dead in my room. It’ll look as though I caught them together and murdered them in a jealous rage. It’s the farthest thing from the truth, but Pedro will only see what he wants to believe.
As we sit on the grass by the lake, eating our burgers, I realize our location. “You got a phone?” I ask him.
His eyes narrow at me as he chews his food. “Course I do.”
“Can I use it?”
He snorts. “You think I’m fucking stupid?”
Raising a brow, I smirk. “Yeah, I do, but it’s to call the Jacks Devils. They have a charter just two miles out from here. They’ll probably gives us a place to stay for a night or two.”
He looks like he thinks my idea is shit but then grunts a
nd pulls out his phone from his pants pocket. “Don’t do anything fucking stupid,” he tells me, as he tosses it my way.
I’m not a fucking moron. I know the shit we’re in right now. I roll my eyes as I type in the number.
“Who’s this?”
“Breaker, it’s me, Trin. I’m in a spot and need a room.”
“That so. What’s in it for me?”
“We’ll talk one I get there.”
He grumbles, “Bring your ass on then.”
I smile. “I owe you.”
“Fuck yeah you do. I’ll be collecting.”
I end the call and reluctantly hand the cell phone back over. “Satisfied?”
“Yup.” He takes a big bite of his sandwich and tucks his phone back in his jeans. “See this is how we build trust.”
“Buddy, we ain’t building shit. I burn bridges.”
“We’ll see about that.”
**
The clubhouse door swings open, and I see Breaker stepping out, grinning at me. I squeal as he pulls me in for a tight hug. Haven’t seen this fucker since the night he and Cruiz double pounded me. They are married to the same bitch but wanted to make sure when they took her together, they wouldn’t be sword fighting. Cruiz was the most timid of that night, but it was more about them learning how to do it together so they could please their Old Lady, Nikki.
Neither one ever came back for seconds, which sucked, cause fuck me it was stellar. Best sex with two men I’ve ever had. I’m not normally one for fucking another woman’s man, but no sane bitch would turn down Breaker, especially his dick, especially if he wanted a tag team.
“Talked with Pres, you’re welcome to stay for the weekend. I’m off on a run for the next few weeks, so I won’t be around. The other brothers all know you’re here, and ain’t too happy, you know how some men are.” He shrugs. Only Breaker and their Pres don’t give a fuck I’m a woman. The others do. Which is the usual response I get from other clubs.
“How’s the Old Lady?” I ask him. Killer comes up, placing his hand on my hip, his fingers digging in almost painful.
“You know not to ask that shit. You’re lucky she doesn’t know about you, or she’d be here, and your head would be on a spike.” I snort, I only asked to see his reaction, which has me knowing they are solid. Except for his wandering dick. But I’m sure she ain’t stupid.
“Later, Breaker. Maybe when this shitstorm is over, I’ll see you again.” I smirk at him.
He walks away, mumbling under his breath, “Crazy bitch.”
Chapter 7
Killer
Leaving Trinity handcuffed to the bed in the room I head out to the bar of the club. It was nice of the Jacks Devils to let us crash here for a bit. They most likely probably did it for Trinity though. Apparently these fucks get their Meth from them in exchange for firepower.
“Bought time someone tamed that bitch. Maybe now she’ll finally give us a discount on some product since we’re letting you hide here,” one of the brothers tells me as I take a seat and order a drink.
“You known her long?” I look at his patch. Says his road name is Hush. Wonder if that’s because he talks a lot?
“Almost six years, she’s as good as they get, had a rough life, losing her mother, then her sister before her eighteenth birthday. Not surprised to see you with her though, knew it was only a matter of time before your club retaliated.”
I look at him confused. “Fuck are you talking about?”
His brows shoot up. “She murdered your old Pres, thought that was why you had her.”
What the shit? That was why I was sent to retrieve her? “I wasn’t told why, just told to get her.”
“Best watch your back, Prospect. I have no doubt that bitch has been waiting for this shit since it went down. I can say your old Pres had it coming. The bastard murdered her sister, pregnant sister at that. Trinity was within her rights for payback.” Fuck me, this is some bullshit. I’ve heard about the old Pres. Not one brother in the club has said anything nice about him, but I suppose since he was a brother, and a blood brother to Big Pete and the current Pres, that shit can’t go unpunished.
I wonder if Big Pete knows what mission I’m on. He has a hard and strict rule of no women or kids, he’d probably be trying to pull me out from this all together. That fat bastard has been miserable since the day I met him, and I guess this shit, Trinity killing his brother, could be why.
I chug back the rest of my beer and slam it on the bar top and motion for another, when a hot redhead, wearing only a white see through thong saunters over and runs her hands down my chest. “Hey, handsome, looking lonely over here, wanna play? They call me Crimson.”
My dick has been aching for a while, last time I was in cunt was before I was assigned this mission. I don’t fuck club whores, but this bitch isn’t in my club, so I can finally get something better than mouth. I smirk and pull her body to me. I run my hands down over her ass and give her a firm squeeze. Fuck yeah.
“Let’s go.” She stumbles slightly to keep up with me as I drag her down the hall to my room. Opening the door, I see that Trinity is asleep, and the bitch fuckin’ snores loud as hell.
“Um, should we find another room?”
“Nope, here’s good.” I push her over the bed, practically shoved onto Trinity’s stomach. I move her thong to the side and line my condom covered dick up and slam in causing her to ram Trinity, and I smirk.
“What the fuck?” Trinity says groggily as she tries to move her arms but stops when the cuffs won’t budge. “What the fuck is this?”
“Needed a bed. Yours will do.” I groan and thrust deeper into this bitch. She looks over her shoulder at me unsure, but I keep going. Trinity glares at me and jerks against the cuffs. “You won’t get out of those, baby doll. Might as well enjoy the show.” She closes her eyes and I chuckle.
The bitch under me moans and tries to turn her head away from facing Trinity. “No, watch her.” I say, yanking her up by her hair. I give Trinity a wink and fuck me she looks sexy as hell pissed off. Not taking my eyes off Trinity as I fuck the club whore has my dick needing a release way too fast. The second I flip her over to her back, I see my mistake though.
This poor bitch. Trinity’s feet come crashing down on her face. “Oh my god,” Crimson screams as the attack keeps coming. Fuck this, I’m stopping until I get off.
Chapter 8
Trinity
I knew Killer was scum, but to seriously fuck another bitch practically on top of me, that’s a whole other level of bastard. This bitch that is currently mutilated is sobbing, as she bleeds all over the place. Even as I unleashed my attack on her, Killer didn’t stop fucking her. I thought for a moment I killed the bitch when she stopped moving and cringed in disgust as Killer pulled out of her, yanked off his condom and let his cum fly all over her.
Now she’s sitting on the floor with his cum caked in all the blood.
I take a peek at Killer’s cock, and feel my cunt getting wet. Fuck that’s a nice cock. Too bad my hands are cuffed to this damn bed or I would get myself off right now and make the bastard watch. I wiggle on the bed and he stares at me. “What’s a matter, sugar tits? Can’t reach your pussy to play?” The bed dips when his knees drop onto the mattress.
“Oh, fuck off.” I draw my knees up to my chest ready to kick the shit out of him too, only he grabs me by the ankles and the bastard has one hell of a grip on me.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” he calls, wrapping a rope around my ankles.
“The fuck are you doing?”
He stays quiet, sticking to his task, ignoring me completely as I squirm, trying to get free. With my feet bound together he grins. “Now, if you be a good little pussy cat, maybe I’ll take care of your needs too. Being I got mine it’s only fair.”
“Don’t you dare touch me.”
“Now, now, Trinity. That’s no way to talk to a friend.”
“Come any closer and I’ll bite.”
“No you won’t. But you�
��re damn cute when you’re pissed off.” His rough fingers rub along my stomach and up and down my sides. Goosebumps pebble over my skin and my nipples go embarrassingly hard for this bastard as he unzips my jeans staring at me with his dark eyes. Those rough hands move to my hips and tug my jeans halfway down my thighs. Grinning he stares at my cunt. I don’t ever wear panties. “Fuckin’ knew you were turned on.” He rubs one finger through my slick heat as slow as he can to torture me. He brings that finger to his nose and inhales. “You smell like I shoulda fucked you instead. You smell like mine.”
“The fuck are you talk about yours? Like you, asshole, I get turned on by sex and violence. Nothing more.”
“You’re attracted to me. Admit it.” His finger comes back to my clit and rubs in a circular motion.
I stay quiet and he stops touching me.
Bastard.
“Suit yourself.” He shrugs and licks his finger.
I scowl and bite my bottom lip. My clit pulses with need. “Fine. You’re cute. Happy?”
“I woulda kept going even if you hadn’t confessed how you feel about me. But now I think I should punish you for being a fuckin’ brat about it.” Killer gazes at me and gives me two fingers. “Fuck you’re good and tight.” He groans and thrusts his thick digits in and out until I’m arching my hips, riding his hand while panting like a little bitch. The minute I tighten around him on the verge of release he pulls his fingers out and shoves them in his mouth.
“What the serious fuck?” He better be glad I can’t get my hands around his neck.
“I’ll let you come…on my cock.”
“God, I think I hate you.”
He laughs. “Name the time, baby, and I’ll fuck that hate right outta you.” He unties my ankles, shoves off the bed, and leaves.
Chapter 9
Killer
Fuck me her pussy was amazing. If I hadn’t already fucked that Crimson bitch’s cunt I would’ve fuckin’ buried myself between Trinity’s thighs. She’s a hard ass and likes to play it like she doesn’t want me, but I saw the way she was looking at my dick and licking her goddamned lips. If I wasn’t afraid of them teeth, I woulda shoved my cock down her throat.
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