by Rae B. Lake
Hang out. I smirked, “Hang out, you mean you were fucking him?”
She let her lip hang out for a second, “Oh baby, don’t be jealous. He meant nothing to me. I love you; I was just lonely.” She turned and walked what should have been seductively over to the bed, but all I could see were the atrocities she called tattoos spread across her back. How fucking foolish to let a novice do that much work on you, especially if they weren’t talented.
I put the thought out of my mind, she would learn, maybe I could go with her and get some cover-ups. I followed her over to the bed and took my shirt off.
“Yes. I love this new body of yours.” She reached up and pulled me on top of her. “You must have been lifting weights all day to get ripped like this.” She leaned up and kissed at my neck.
No, I was killing people in a box, that’s how I got fucking muscles like this. I spoke to myself. I was trying to fall back into the groove. Vida had always been like this, a little insensitive with the shit that came out of her mouth. I just had to get out of my head. This gorgeous woman could have anyone in the fucking world, and she wanted me.
I grabbed her by the neck, pulling her mouth back to mine. I kissed her deeply as she rocked against my semi-hard cock.
She scratched at her neck for a second before sitting up on my midsection. I grunted and reached up to pull her down.
She unbuttoned her pants and stood above me while she shimmied out of them. “You owe me so many fucking orgasms. You got a lot of time to make up for.” She threw her pants to the side of the room and sat back down on me.
I owe you? What the shit? That’s the most selfish shit I’ve ever fucking heard. I didn’t owe her shit. I was still trying to catch up on all the orgasms I missed. I closed my eyes and willed my brain to shut the hell up.
“The hell I do,” I grunted before I pulled her back down to my mouth. I wanted to please her, but I wasn’t going to do it just because I owed her anything.
She rocked harder against me, and I sucked at her lips. She tasted like sex and bourbon. She panted and whimpered against my mouth, and I grabbed at her shapely thighs, spreading them further apart. It had been so long since I felt her pussy. I was excited to feel her again. She put her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my flesh. Then she pulled down. I smelt blood.
Ruby flashed in my head, and I pushed Vida off me hard. I leaned over and grabbed her hard by her hair.
“What the fuck! What is your damn problem, Vida!” I roared at her.
She reached back and dislodged my hand from her hair. “No, what is your problem, Ink? God, I thought you’d be down for a good time. Why are you freaking out so badly? Fuck, you are such a damn buzzkill!” She scratched at her arm as she looked away.
I looked down at the arm she’d been scratching. Was that a fucking track mark? I grabbed her hard by the arm and bent my head down to get a closer look. It seemed like she tried to cover it with makeup, but it was most definitely a track mark.
Ugh, Junkie bitch.
“How fucking long you been using?” I asked, my voice low and gruff.
“Oh, please, you used to have a good time before. Now you’re going to sit there and judge me?”
“Fuck that. I have never shot damn poison in my veins.” I got up from the bed and reached down to get my shirt. That was it for me. There was no way I could do anything with her tonight. This was the same woman I loved, the same one I’d dreams about years after I had last seen her, but I wasn’t the same. Over the past years, she stayed on the same destructive wild child path she had always been on, while I’d been forced to evolve into something different.
She watched me get my clothes on, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? You’re supposed to be making love to me all night long.”
“Nah, you can get one of the bunnies downstairs to take my place.”
She got up, now in a rage, “Where are you going? Back to that woman? Are you going back to her? I heard you! I heard you two arguing! You can’t go.” She stood in front of the door.
I simply pushed aside, this woman had lost her fucking mind, and I had to get out of there before I did something I would regret.
“No!” She screeched and used her fists to beat down on my back. “You can’t go!”
“What the fuck Vida!” I turned and picked her up and put her down on the bed.
“I forbid it! I’m your ol’ lady. You have to listen to me!”
My eyes nearly burst clear out of my head, “The hell you are my ol’ lady. My woman wouldn’t just throw her pussy at whoever was passing by. My ol’ lady wouldn’t be a selfish strung-out junkie. My ol’ lady?” I scoffed at the thought before I turned back and walked out the door, “Not even in my fucking nightmares.” I slammed the door and walked quickly past everyone on the balcony, the stares, and whispers enough to let me know they’d heard. The music was still blasting, but there were fewer people than before. I turned one of the corners, and Vale bumped right into me. I fell into my fighting stance instantly.
He put his hands up, “Storm! Not Vale!”
“You’re going to fucking regret this! You and that simple bitch!” Vida screamed from where she was standing at my door
I exhaled, shook my head, and pushed by him, too much shit was happening right now, I felt trapped. I walked by Keeley and Wire, completely ignoring my president's voice calling me as I made my way to my bike and took off.
Chapter 20- Jazmine POV
Jazmine POV
I looked at the canvas sitting in front of me. It was full of blacks, reds, and purples; angry colors. I was angry. I was beyond fucking angry. I let myself get close to Ink and that little girl. Even when I figured out he wasn’t just a random townie who got abducted, but in a club deep into some of the shit I’d sworn I would never be a part of again, I still let myself get close to him.
The rawness of him captivated me. To watch him and Angel come from complete darkness to finally living life meant everything to me. I started just wanting to help them, maybe make up for some of the bad I had turned a blind eye to in my younger years. Somehow along the way, I had fallen for the broken man.
Now I was sitting here with a broken fucking heart, lonely and horny as fuck because his ex showed up on the scene. Or was it his ex? I shook my head, trying to be understanding. Ink had literally been ripped from all of their lives, and maybe she loved him the way he deserved to be loved. Maybe they were just picking up where they had left off. It wasn’t his fault I’d caught feelings.
I put another coat of the bright red paint on the canvas, and no matter where I went with the brush, the calm it usually brought with it was nowhere to be found.
“Shit!” I screamed and pushed the easel and the messy canvas to the ground, the red paint splattering against my big shirt.
I heard tires squeal to a stop in the front of the house.
He’s come back.
I tried not to be happy about it, but I was. I quickly pulled the dirty shirt over my head and dug into my drawer to pull out a clean one. I pinched my cheeks hard to bring some color to my face. The crying fit I’d when he left earlier left me looking pale and worn out.
An aggressive knock came from my downstairs door, and I ran down the stairs and opened the door.
My stomach dropped; it was the woman. Vida.
She pushed into my house, “Where the fuck is he?”
“What the fuck? Who the hell invited you into my house. Step off!” I grabbed her shoulder and tried to push her back out the door.
She turned quickly in my grasp, and a thin sharp blade was now pointing directly at my neck.
I didn’t want to kill this woman, not when she meant so much to Angel and Ink’s family, but now it looked like I was going to have to.
“I said, where is he?”
“Who?” I asked quietly.
“Don’t play stupid with me, bitch! Ink! Where is he?”
I looked around like she had lost her mind, “How the hell am I supposed to k
now? He left with you.”
“Hmm, fine, but let me tell you something in case you’re getting any ideas. Ink is mine. You get your fucking claws out of him before I put my claws in you.” She snarled in my face, and I saw red.
I grabbed her wrist and turned it the opposite way, I knocked the knife out of her hand, and it tumbled down to the floor. She cried out in pain, and I reached behind my back and pulled my gun. I had it pointed directly at her head before she could even stand up straight.
“Now I’m going to tell you this. I don’t have my hooks into anyone if you and Ink are happy. Good for you. But if you come in my space again to insult or threaten me, that will be your last breath. Ink can hate me if he wants.” My hands didn’t shake, and my palms didn’t sweat, my resolve didn’t break. I was raised by a fucking kingpin; this little girl did nothing but piss me off.
She was started to walk backward, and I let her. I wanted her out of my space.
“Just remember what I said, he’s mine.” She said as she backed into the door and opened it up.
“Remember what I said.” I watched as she turned and ran to her car.
This was what I allowed to come back into my life.
I put the gun back where I kept it and went back to trying to paint. The anger was still there. I screamed again and just let the tears fall down my face.
Chapter 21 - Ink POV
Ink POV
I rode around for what felt like hours. I went down to the pier, a face mask and helmet covering my face, and when I looked over to the art shop and felt instantly at ease.
There was something about Jazmine; something Vida couldn’t give me. My temper eased, and I tried just to be happy I was home. I would have to put Vida in her place about that ol’ lady shit. When I was ready to give that title out, I would do it on my own and not because someone forced me.
I should have known the night wouldn’t end well. I should have fucking known.
Returning to the clubhouse, I pushed open the doors and walked in. The party was still going, but it was only the hardcore party goers left. Clean ran over to me as soon as he saw me come in.
“Ink, you need a fucking jack.” He wasn’t drunk anymore, he looked worried.
“What the hell do I need one of those for. You need love advice or something.” I laughed and walked past him.
“Uh, well, if you had a phone, I could have called to tell you, your first chick went over to your second chick's house, and I am pretty sure they are doing what chicks do when they find out they banging the same man. You know, chick shit.”
I froze in my tracks. I turned slowly to look at him to see if he was playing. He wasn’t. “What the fuck? Speak English, what’s happening?”
“Vida went over to that woman Jazmine’s house to look for you. She was pissed too.”
Oh shit! Oh, fucking shit! “Why didn’t anyone stop her? Why would you let her go?” I put my hand on my head.
“Bro, that woman isn’t patched in. Hell, you haven’t even said she was your woman. Vida, on the other hand, has been family for years. We couldn’t step in.”
“Fuck!” I roared and went back toward the door. I had to get to Jazmine’s house before Vida did something stupid. That woman was batshit crazy.
“You need backup?”
“No! If Vida gets back here before I do, keep her the fuck here!” I ordered.
I jumped on my bike and sped as fast as I could to Jazmine’s house.
***
I didn’t see Vida or the car when I got there. Maybe she never came. Maybe she didn’t remember where Jazmine lived. I prayed Vida didn’t come over here and hurt her.
I walked up the steps and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, when I heard nothing at the door, I knocked again.
The door opened slowly, “What are you doing here, Ink?” Jazmine asked through a crack in the door.
“Can I come in? Please?” I asked, now almost desperate to see her face. Was she okay? Did they fight?
“For what?” She asked, still through the crack in the door.
“Jesus Christ, for fuck's sake, curse me out, give me the cold shoulder, tell me I ain't shit, smack the hell out of me, do what you have to do, just do it to me in there.” I shifted from foot to foot, ready to push the door in if she insisted on not letting me in. I had to make sure she was okay.
She moved back, letting the door swing open before she turned to walk away.
“Your woman was here.” Hatred rolled off her body as she spoke.
“Fuck. Jazmine, I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was going to do that. I wouldn’t have let her.” I turned her to me. She snatched her arm from me.
“What did you think would happen? She was just going to sit back and let you bounce from woman to woman?”
“What? No. That isn’t what I want. I don’t want that.”
“She threatened to stab me.” Jazmine’s voice was like ice.
“Fuck. Really?”
She motioned with her head, and I turned to see a long knife lying on the floor. “Jazmine. This is so fucked up. I’ll handle her. I’ll handle it.”
“I already handled it, Ink. I put my gun to her head and told her I would pull the trigger if she ever came back here and threatened me again. I will Ink. I’m back here again. Are you happy?” Her voice cracked as she turned and tried to walk away from me.
I grabbed her this time, not letting her pull away from me. “You’re where? Where are you?”
“In the middle of a fucking war, with people pulling weapons on me. All alone but too far in to get out,” she mumbled, “just like with my father and brother.”
“No, you’re not. This is different. You are not alone. I’m with you.” I pulled her closer to me. “I know it feels like shit is bad right now, and fuck if I don’t feel like shit for causing it, but no matter how far you fall, I’m always going to be right here to help you up.”
She melted into me, the wall she’d been putting up slowly crumbling down. “Oh, Ink.” She raised up and lightly pressed her lips against mine. That spark, the one I barely felt with Vida, exploded in my body. I grabbed her and pressed my lips harder into her. I groaned and squeezed her hips, pulling her as close as I could get her. I needed her bad. I thought I’d missed Vida, but it was Jazmine who had my blood boiling with desire. It was her who found me when I was lost in the dark. Jazmine was the one to tame the beast they created. I was playing myself if I thought it was what I had before.
She pushed me away, “No, no. Go home to your woman. You don’t get to come back in here and act like today didn’t happen. That you didn’t abandon me after you used me up for whatever I could give.” She yelled as the tears ran unchecked,
I shook my head, “Jazmine, don’t fucking talk like that. You don’t understand. You don’t fucking…”
“I do fucking understand. I understand I was nothing more than a place to hide out and a pussy to fuck, to you.”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “Watch your fucking mouth. You know it was more than that. You know you are more than that. I won’t have you fucking talking like this.”
She just glared at me, never intimidated, “Prove it.”
Fuck yes. A deep grumble vibrated in my chest as I smashed my face to hers. I sucked on her lips, and her tongue snaked into my mouth the jewel teasing my lips. I peeled her shirt off and ripped her bra off from the back. I stripped her pants from her body and picked her up, rushing to the small island in her kitchen. I pushed everything in my way onto the floor. Yanking my shirt off over my head and tossing it behind me and pushing my jeans down, I moved in between her thighs. My cocked ached to be inside of her. I laid her back onto the countertop and lifted her big tit to suck the jeweled nipple into my mouth. I bucked my rock hard dick against her. I could feel myself revving up to blow.
I slid her down the counter, so only her back was on the counter, and her legs were in my arms. I lined my dick up with her plump and slick folds, I thrust into
her once and just like before lights flashed in my vision, my body was alive with need.
I pumped into her at a steady pace, not too fast but not too slow. Unlike the first time, I had more control over myself.
“Damn it, Ink.” She cursed me as her body rolled with each thrust.
“Tell me.”
“What are you doing me? We shouldn’t be. You… I.” The doubts in her head, tumbling out of her mouth as I rocked into her.
“You’re doing the same to me.” I bucked my hips harder into her and watched as the love blush began to bloom from her chest and up her neck.
“Ink, I need more. Oh, fuck me.” She thrashed her head from side to side, her legs and abs already shaking from the effort of holding onto me.
I was nowhere near ready to be finished with her. I leaned my torso back and picked up the speed as I used my first two fingers to flick and rub her clit. She moaned higher, clearly loving the way I was working her body over.
“Ink. I’m there. Right there. Don’t stop.”
She screamed, and the walls of her tight cunt slammed down on my dick. I leaned down, pulling her up so I could get to her ear.
I pounded faster now, drawing out her orgasm.
“You are the only fucking one who can see me. What I had with Vida is nothing compared to what I feel spending just one fucking second with you. You are so much fucking more.” I professed in her ear as she was still cumming hard on my dick. Her breath caught, and as she groaned in sweet agony, tears of shock fell from her eyes. I looked into her vulnerable eyes and tried to show her how much she meant to me. How much even in the short time I’d been free, she’d touched my life. She wasn’t alone, and she would never be alone.
“You mean that? Don’t fuck with me. I can’t take it.” She whimpered her hands, touching and gripping every part of me she could reach.
“Jazmine,” I called her name so she’d look me in the eyes. “You are already tattooed onto my damn soul. I mean every fucking word.” I continued my pace, not wanting this to end. I could get lost in her, and I wouldn’t care.
