Beneath Innocence (Deception #2.5)

by Ker Dukey

  Copyright © 2015 Ker Dukey & D.H Sidebottom

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of the Author.

  This book is the work of fiction any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental. The characters and story are created from the Author’s imagination. Any shared files without the author’s permission will be subject to prosecution.

  WARNING!

  This book contains situations that some may find offensive. If you are sensitive to graphic violence and sensitive subject matter read with caution.

  NOTE TO READER:

  To fully enjoy this title you would have read the first two books in The Deception series, FaCade and Cadence. This novella is to bring you the conclusion of the much-loved characters Jenson & Blue. We hope you enjoy their journey.

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter four

  Chapter five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter fifteen

  Epilogue

  Dedication

  FOR OUR AMAZING DARK DIVA’S WHO THRIVE IN THE SHADOWS.

  WE LOVE YOU AND YOUR FUCKED UP DEPRAVITIES THAT RIVAL OUR OWN.

  BENEATH Innocence

  A DECEPTION NOVELLA

  Ker Dukey & D H Sidebottom

  Prologue

  Jenson

  He was a slimy fucker. He was like Bin Laden, going in to hiding when the shit hit the fan and the war came to him! The thing about depraved underworld-dealing filth, there were no friends amongst criminals.

  It took eight weeks but finally we found someone willing to talk for the right amount of money and that was something I wasn’t lacking in. Beneath Innocence were at the height of fame, a world tour planned for the next six months, but first I needed this last act, this last piece of unfinished business.

  Liam had taken Blue home with him after a four-week stay in hospital, much to my shock. She had lived here with her mom her whole life, but her mom died a few years back and she was pretty much alone. She didn’t even look at me when she left and took with her my still beating heart. Which was a good thing. I needed to have no heart for this.

  I promised Liam I would get the job finished and he helped me track down the right people to squeal Hunter’s whereabouts. I thanked Cade for helping me with this one last thing before he went to s his new life with Faye and closed the door.

  I turned to look into the eyes of a man who sent out punishers to do unspeakable acts without any remorse and I wouldn’t show him any in his death.

  I brushed my hands over the tools set out on the table he was strapped to. The thing about witnessing torture and being part of it, you either get a taste for it or you become a victim of it in your head. I told myself I wouldn’t let anything own me so I owned it! And let the pleasure in revenge feed me.

  I picked up a small but deadly scalpel. “This one’s for Slicer.” I smiled….

  Chapter One

  Blur

  Jenson

  2 years later

  Another shot of whisky, another city, another venue, another warm body to drown in. Cliché? Like I give a fuck!

  All I ever wanted left me and didn’t look back two years ago. I keep waiting for her to show up, come back to me with her heart and gratitude for what I risked for her. I shouldn’t think of it like that and she didn’t ask me to avenge her but I felt ownership over her vengeance, she helped my friend for me and it cost her an unthinkable price. I wish I could go back in time and redo the whole situation, prevent her from ever being taken or giving up information not just so the awful things they did to her wouldn’t have happened but also because having her around just occasionally warming my bed with her beauty would be better than nothing at all. She dropped out of our world and she was mourned as if she had died because a part of her spirit was murdered.

  “Jens?” Kenny elbows me and growls. “Get ready.”

  I look out around the edging of the staging to get a glimpse of the crowd all bouncing in sync, each body moving like a ripple in the sea, all singing back lyrics to the set up crew making the stage ready for us.

  The number one hit right now was one I wrote while I was sinking in alcohol and sluts and missing her. She was a puzzle I would never be able to put back together and she didn’t want me to. Loving her haunts my fucking soul. How can I love and want her so fucking much and yet be so dispensable to her?

  It’s ugly and painful and pitiful and weak for me to be this torn up on her, even after all this time but I can’t shake her from my system, I can’t stop my heart from loving her. There are days I want to cut the fucking thing from my chest and have it delivered to her so she can devour it because she owned me and I was sick of it, my band mates were sick of it and my friends were sick of it.

  I had a nice little honey, Kimberly, she was a drummer for a great little up and coming band called ‘Living it’, they were opening up for our world tour. She was a good fuck and a loyal little bitch too, I was a lucky man to have her give a shit about my drunken ass but she did. She knew I was hung up on Blue but she put the time in anyway and I was slowly realizing that I could ruin something that could turn good on something that was fake, a fucking dream I manifested in my own head. Blue screwed me over with my feelings but she never promised me anything and I know I wasn’t the only cock she rode on but we had something … at least in my head we did.

  Fuck! Kenny’s elbow digs into my ribs making me wince. I swing my guitar into place, take the steps to my marker and feed from the roar of the crowd. I allow the adrenaline and coke I snorted before leaving my room to ignite my blood.

  Breathe. One…two …three. I let my fingers fly over the strings. My mouth opens and the lyrics fall out like they have a thousand times before.

  I’m drowning, slipping under and all I see is blue,

  It’s the death of me, the death of you.

  I’m your passenger on the trip down because you didn’t save me, you let me drown.

  It’s the death of me, it’s the death of you.

  I’m drowning, slipping under and all I see is blue.

  I feel you under my skin, itching, crawling for me to give in.

  Swallow defeat give up on the win.

  I was too weak to follow you, too strong to plead,

  So I cut myself open and just let myself bleed.

  I’m drowning, slipping under and all I see is blue,

  It’s the death of me, the death of you,

  I’m your passenger on the trip down because you didn’t save me, you let me drown

  It’s the death of me, it’s the death of you.

  I’m drowning, slipping under and all I see is blue.

  I’m tainted with blood, a sinner by your hand.

  I gave up my soul to be your man.

  I’ll do it again, reap your reckoning,

  You’re there in the blue sea, beckoning.

  I taste you, feel you, and breathe you,

  You leave me, taint me, and break me.

  I’m drowning, slipping under and all I see is blue,

  It’s the death of me, the death of you.

  I’m your passenger on the trip down because you didn’t save me, you let me drown.

  It’s the death of me, it’s the death of you.

  I’m drowning, slipping un
der and all I see is blue.

  This was my battlefield and I won. I’m here where I belong. I nearly fell into the dark and let the monster I became consume me and demand I obeyed its rule but I fought the urge and I awoke from the nightmares. I know what’s it’s like to risk my life, my freedom and my soul and make it through the other side. I’m the leader of the damaged souls, the broken hearted and the risk takers. I gave it all and stand here still breathing, still singing, still playing. Being Jenson, lead singer of Beneath Innocence was my victory, the Beneath Innocence world is my own kingdom.

  Heat from the lights warm me all over, sweat drips from every pore, the stage vibrates from the heartbeat of the crowd stomping their feet in demand for more. Our music disperses out over the fans before hitting the walls and bouncing back at us. I was alive when I performed. I existed, was loved, worshipped, and wanted.

  Chapter two

  Sex, drugs and alcohol

  Jenson

  I’m too fucking high. Usually the concert would drain me but I was practically vibrating. The shower water tap-dancing over my skin is making music in my head, my foot tapping, my fist knocking against the tiles. Everything felt alive all around me.

  Warm hands clasp around my waist and the unmistakable flower tattoo covering Kimberly’s right forearm informs me it’s her joining me in there.

  Her nimble fingers drop down to my flaccid cock. I’m too drugged up on coke to get hard. I grab her hands and spin her around my body. Her fake tits stand firm on her chest. Her blonde hair turns dark under the torrent of water while her multi-colored skin dances with the droplets of water dusting her entire body. Grabbing her tits in my hands I squeeze them before dropping to my knees. Her leg lifts and rests over my shoulder without me even commanding it, her bold pink pussy lips part to show me her heated flesh hiding inside. She has her clit pierced and I love tugging it between my teeth and then using my tongue ring to push her own against her warm heat and circle it over her sensitive bud. Kimberly was one of those rare women who could squirt and I couldn’t get enough of it. It’s a self-esteem booster for a man making a woman orgasm, bonus if she’s a gusher and top score if you can make her squirt. Yes we are that competitive even with our own egos.

  I insert two fingers and her greedy pussy clenches onto them. I finger fuck her hard while I tease her clit, her hands are squeezing at her own tits, rolling her nipples. I add another finger, tilting my wrist to get the right angle.

  “More Jen…more,” she begs, writhing up and down on my fingers. I was pathetic, even this wasn’t making my cock spring to life. I needed to cut back on the drugs and alcohol.

  I stand, picking her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, her tits pushing against my chest. We both laugh when I nearly slip on the tiled floor. Carrying her into my dressing room, I shout, “Get the fuck out!” to everyone inside. They catcall as they leave. “Drake, not you.” His eyes bulge. He was the bands instrument technician and he had it bad for Kimberly. He was a good lad and I’d shared groupies with him before but Kimberly was my regular fuck and she didn’t fuck about with anyone but me, but she needed and wanted to be fucked and I wasn’t up to it.

  I lay her down on the leather couch and step away from her. “Lose the clothes Drake and wrap up.”

  He undresses quicker than he ever has before and slips a condom on. I kneel down at Kimberly’s head and kiss her plump lips. Her chest lifts with her needy breathing, her hands sliding down her body and her fingers disappearing between her folds. “You okay with this?” I ask between kisses.

  “If you are?” she asks, a small amount of hope in her voice that I won’t want to share her, that I’ll love her but I can’t and I’m willing to share her if I’m the one choosing when and who. I know that makes me a cunt but I never claimed to be anything else.

  I hear a tap and see Drake smack her hands away from her pussy. “Let me take care of that ache, sweetheart.” He smirks, spreading her thighs and inhaling her scent. “Fuck, you’re all kinds of pretty down there, Kim.”

  I reach down and spread her lips with my fingers. Drake gasps and lines himself up at her opening.

  “We’re going to make you come now gorgeous,” I tell her. I circle her clit with the pads of my fingers and he thrusts into her, making her cry out. He was well endowed, easily nine inches and thick as well, women loved him joining us and Kimberly would no doubt demand it in future fucking. I pay attention to her hard nipples while still teasing her clit. I feel my dick twinge and finally start to fucking grow.

  “You’re fucking wet Kim baby, yeah strangle my dick,” he chants ploughing into her over and over.

  “Change it up, get on top of him.” I growl. They quickly swap positions. Her tits stand proud, the one thing about fake tits is they don’t bounce, if you’re going to get fake ones at least make them realistic.

  She’s bobbing up and down on him, screaming in pleasure as he drives her hips to the rhythm he likes. I stand above them and guide her mouth to my now straining cock. Drake slows his movements so she can suck me deep without danger of her teeth biting me. I rivalled Drake in the cock department so she struggled to take me all the way in.

  My head is spinning and I feel like I’m floating. Her hot mouth slurps and gulps at my cock, then warm lips lick over my own. I open my eyes to see Kimberly kissing me, her eyes glassy with pleasure and her brow furrowed from the intense build she’s feeling. My cock is being sucked deep and hard. I pull my lips away from hers to see Drake sucking my cock. He can take me all the way down his throat and I have to lean forward and use Kimberly’s shoulders for support. Her hips glide across him, her fingers circling her clit. She calls out in ecstasy and Drake swallows over my cock, his throat closing over the head, squeezing and demanding my climax. I growl my release, my come spurting down his throat. He groans around my shaft and grips Kimberly’s hips so tight she will be left with marks as he finds his own release.

  I’ve never been with a man before but I don’t care who sucked it as long as everyone got off.

  I locate a bottle of whiskey half full on my dressing table and neck it. I collapse into a lounger still buck ass naked.

  He had some balls, I’d give him that. Looking at me from across the room, he smirked, goading me as I twirled the blade in between my fingers.

  “You don’t seem too bothered if I cut off your dick, Hunter. You should be.”

  He chuckled and shrugged. “You don’t seem the sort to take pleasure in another man’s cock, Jenson.”

  Pursing my lips, I nodded. “Not like Blue, huh?”

  His head tilted to one side as he narrowed his eyes on me. “Ahh, that’s what this is all about.” His indifference angered me. How could he be so casual after he had given permission for a woman to be hurt as much as Blue had? How the fuck did he sleep at night?

  Shaking my head, I scoffed. “What the fuck did you think it was all about?”

  “I dunno,” he twisted his wrists again, the abrasive fibers of the rope scratching his skin. “In my line of work I make lots of enemies, could be anything.”

  “Well,” I winked as I made my way across the room to him. He flinched when I pressed the tip of the blade into his chin. I knew he thought I didn’t have it in me. How wrong he was. All I had in me was the lust for revenge, the need to make him pay for what he had done to Blue. “I’m afraid this time you chose the wrong enemy. And I must say, I’m not even sure if you’d call your friends, friends, they were very eager to give up your whereabouts. I think you fucked off too many people, Hunter.”

  “I’m not sure why you think I have anything to do with what happened to your Bitch….”

  I took satisfaction in the sound of the bones in his nose splintering when my fist connected with it, the pain radiating through my knuckles and grounding me. “Don’t ever call her that again, in fact, don’t ever talk about her again. I never want to hear her name leave your lips.” Leaning down, I whispered in his ear. “In fact let’s make sure her name never leaves your l
ips.”

  Nodding to Sammy, one of Slicer’s right hand men, I smiled when he enclosed his large hand over Hunter’s chin and held him down. I was amazed how much my stomach could take. I’d never even squashed a damn bug in my life, but the feeling in slicing away someone’s lips was rather pleasing, the flesh left behind mesmerising. The emptiness that had been eating me up since Blue’s attack started to fill. Hatred and bloodlust poured in, taking away the hopelessness I had previously felt.

  The blade ran smoothly down his neck, opening up his throat like it had a zipper, the sound an almost replica too. He couldn’t even scream, just gurgle, the tears that slid down his face mixing with the blood and making the thin rivulets run quicker to their destination. “Frank tore Blue open like this; my baby bleeding out between her legs like the blood now pours from yours.”

  His eyes widened as his life force diminished. People always said you could see the light dying in someone’s eyes when they died; this wasn’t the case. Hunter didn’t have any light to extinguish. It was odd to feel relief, I’d expected to feel guilt, horror, pity maybe but the power I had was euphoric, satisfying. No, justice was better than satisfying, it was strangely humbling.

  Worrying he would die before I finished what I started, I dragged the blade down his body, flattening it when it reached his pubes and chuckling at how sharp the knife was when the fine little hairs severed effortlessly. “Now, Hunter, about not wanting cock…..”

  “Jens wake the fuck up, asshole.” I can faintly hear a noise but it’s muzzled by the pounding happening in my head. Hands grip around my arms and instincts take over, I leap up changing the position of me and whoever grabbed me. My arm pulls back ready to punch this fucker’s face in. A pale Faye looks up at me, her eyes impossibly large and then she winces. I feel the impact of a fist connecting with my jaw, knocking me sideways. The floor is rushing towards me and I land with an oomph, all the air emptying from my lungs. “No!” I hear Faye call out and Cade appears over me.