by J Bree
I leave nothing behind.
“Is there anything left behind after you melt the bodies? Anything that could identify the dead guy?” Blaise murmurs.
I shrug. “No. The acid breaks down everything, but the Bear is the one with the access to the acid, and he’s chosen the Jackal so we’re not using acid today.”
The guy in the back makes a sort of gurgling, squealing sound and I snort at him. “If you’re lucky, I’ll kill you before I throw you in the pens.”
Blaise’s hands spasm on the steering wheel. “Pens? Fuck, Star, where the hell are you taking me?”
I smirk at him. “Worried, Morrison? I’ll keep you safe from the little piggies, don’t worry.”
Blaise scowls at me. “Pigs? What the fuck?”
“They leave nothing behind. I know the guy who owns the place, he owes me quite a few favors.”
Blaise gives me a sidelong look. “Is there anyone in Mounts Bay who doesn’t owe you favors?”
I shrug. “Clean people don’t, but they’re few and far between in my world.”
One of the perks of having the guys around while I’m on a job is that I no longer have to lug around dead bodies or writhing victims, and my bad leg has never gone this long without a flare up before.
Once Blaise has the guy out of the trunk and slumped in one of the empty pig pens, I nod at Brian to get him to leave. He clicks his tongue and jeers at the pigs as he walks away, happy enough to turn a blind eye and owe me one less favor.
Blaise wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and grunts at me, “How the fuck do you normally move them? You’re fucking tiny.”
I scoff at him and shrug. “Perseverance. You might want to go back to the car for this, it’s not going to be pretty.”
The guy starts grunting and squealing behind the gag again but we ignore him completely.
“I told you I’d come to work with you today, I’m prepared to get my hands dirty, Star,” Blaise says, and rocks back on his heels a little. He watches me carefully but I just shrug. If he’s really that keen on it then I guess we’re doing this.
I slide my knife out of my pocket and cut the guys gag off. He dry retches as he spits it out and coughs before a stream of begging starts up. “Don’t kill me! I’m useful to you, I can tell you things! I know about the Jackal’s plans. I know who the other spies are, just don’t fucking kill me.”
I crouch down into his face, trying not to grimace at the stink of him. Fear turns sweat into a foul smelling thing and he’s dripping with it under the hot summer sun. I tilt my head and look at him assentingly. “Convince me. Tell me something that makes it worth my while to keep you breathing. I mean, I’ve already driven all the way out here, I may as well finish the job.”
His eyes dart up to Blaise then back to me as he gulps, his voice shaking as he replies, “The Jackal is putting spies in your school. He’s cleared the board and put in his own men to get close to you. He still wants you bad, kid, and he’s desperate to kill your men and get you back. He’s fucking crazy, I took the spy position to get away from him. Look, I don’t want to go back to him. I’ll patch over! I’ll join the Crow, just don’t kill me.”
I hum at him. “Anything else? Because I already knew all of that.”
His voice raises and he practically squeals, more shrill than the pigs themselves. “He’s looking into the O’Cronins. Trying to find something about them, something to catch the kid out. Morrisons, too. He’s working with Beaumont, but I think he’s planning on killing him, too.”
Nothing new or useful.
And fuck, I wish it were going to be that easy. I wish I could just sit back and wait for them to kill each other. “I knew all of that, too. I’ve gotta tell you, you’re not making a good case for yourself.”
“He has a meeting with the Devil! He’s meeting with Morningstar about you and your people. He’ll be out of the state for a few weeks, he’s gone to plead his case. The Devil said no to killing the O’Cronin boy but the Jackal now wants him to come kill all of the other members of the Twelve who’ve sided with you.”
Ok. That’s new.
I don’t let that show on my face though, and when I raise an eyebrow the guy starts sobbing and wailing. That’s all he’s got and I’m still going to take him out.
Letting people live nearly cost me Harley last year.
I’ll never make that mistake again.
I grab my bag and start to dig around for my plastic jumpsuit. I don’t really want to strip down to my underwear and slitting throats is messy work. Blaise watches me grab it out and sighs, tugging at my elbow until I step away.
I misread him completely.
“It’s the way things work in the Bay, just go back to the car and forget we were ever here,” I mumble, but he grabs the ghost gun Illi got him last year and rummages around in my bag until he finds my silencer.
How the hell he knew I have one in there is beyond me because I’m too damn busy gaping at him as he screws it on.
“You’re going to shoot him? I didn’t think—”
He cuts me off. “I told you, I’m all in. You’re mine; my girlfriend and my family, so this is our gang life, or whatever. Consider this my blood in.”
Then he shoots the guy, his hand steady and effective as it only takes one bullet. I’m fucking impressed.
I don’t wait around to talk about it, I just flick the gates open and let the pigs in to start their work. Blaise grimaces and climbs the fence to get away from them and I laugh at him. Happy to shoot a guy but a total fucking wuss about farm animals? He’s as bad as Avery.
I scramble over the fence and he helps me down on the other side, mindful of my leg. I smile up at him, completely unaffected by the crunching and munching going on behind us.
Why the hell should I care about a spy meeting his fate?
Blaise tucks me under his arm and tips his head at Brian as we get back to the Cadillac. The cheeky fucker helps me climb up into the car and snarks something about getting me a step ladder. I do my best to ignore his jabs out because I’m not about to let him rile me up.
Once we’re back on the highway he slips a hand between my thighs and strokes my pussy through my booty shorts. My thighs tense and trap his hand there, the little grin he shoots me is nothing short of devious.
“Want to fuck in the car on the way back?”
Uh, yeah. I do.
Chapter Five
On the morning we’re due to head back to Hannaford, I startle awake in our bed. The room is still dark and it takes my mind a second to catch up to my body, because Harley’s dick is rock hard between my thighs and one of his hands is clamped over my mouth while the other toying with my pussy. I choke back the moan clawing up my throat because I can hear Blaise’s soft snores and the small sliver of light from the morning sun is bright across Ash’s sleeping back.
Harley kisses my throat, whispering against my skin, “I’m being selfish this morning. I need you for myself, babe, just for now.”
I shiver and nod, all-fucking-in.
I’m not sure how the fuck he’s planning on doing this without waking the others but his fingers are magic and my eyes slip shut as he works me over. I’ve been sleeping in panties, more from habit than anything else, but the lace Ash picks out always errs on the scandalous side and Harley rips the crotch out without any real effort then he plunges his fingers into my pussy, grinding the heel of his palm into my clit until I’m struggling to stay silent even with his hand still firmly covering my mouth.
He waits until I’m right on the edge of coming before he pulls away, tugging my leg up and back until it’s resting on his and he has a little room. Then he lines his dick up, rubbing it against my wet pussy lips, and bites my shoulder as he pushes in. I definitely make some fucking noise at that.
His hips pump into me, a slow and smooth rocking motion that winds me the hell up until I’m shaking. His hand manages to smother the sobs wrenching out of my chest a little so they sound like little gasps i
nstead but I feel desperate and mindless.
“Shh, if you’re too loud I’ll have to share you,” Harley murmurs into my skin, but I’m too far gone to listen and his dick feels that fucking good buried inside me.
It’s too much for me to take and my heart stutters in my chest as I come. Ash’s eyes snap open as the last little gasp wrenches out of my throat, and I moan softly behind Harley’s hand. He doesn’t seem to notice Ash has woken up and his hips are relentless as he pumps into me.
My body stokes higher and higher until I think I’m going to come again when Ash slides closer and tugs my shirt out of the way so he can pinch one of my nipples. I try to hold Ash’s eyes with my own as I come again, clenching around Harley until he grunts and moves to hold both of my hips. I lean forward to give him some room to move and Ash catches my chin in his hand, kissing me firmly until I’m moaning into his lips.
I break away to try to catch my breath and Ash slides a hand around my throat until his thumb can trace over my pulse. I stare into his eyes and the look he gives me is pure, dark lust. Watching Harley fuck me has once again snapped the tight hold he has on himself around me.
He squeezes at my throat, just enough that I have to tip my head back to breathe.“Turn over.”
Harley huffs and grumbles under his breath but he helps move me around until I’m facing him, holding my hip with one hand as he pushes back in. He cups my cheek with his free hand and kisses me, dragging his teeth over my bottom lip until I’m boneless. He knows just how to touch me to make me feel both owned and fucking worshiped.
I’m lost in Harley’s lips so I miss when Ash shifts closer and palms my ass, kneading my curves and spreading them until I gasp into Harley’s kiss. He bites my lip and then moves to lick and suck his way down my throat, marking me up so there isn’t going to be a single doubt in the other students minds of what we’ve spent the summer doing together when we get back to school. Ash tugs at my hair to pull my head back and sticks two fingers in my mouth. I suck on them and wish it was his dick. I’m not ashamed to say I whine a little when he pulls them out.
Just as Harley’s kisses get to my collarbone and nips me there, Ash’s finger presses against my ass and I just about die.
“Tell me to stop, Mounty,” Ash murmurs, but I can’t. I physically cannot force the words out of myself and he kisses the back of my neck sweetly, whispering, “Good girl.”
Then he pushes his finger into my ass and sweet merciful lord I did not expect to like it this much. A gasp rips out of my throat and I clutch at Harley’s shoulders while my brain whites out a little.
Ash huffs out a laugh and bites down on my shoulder again, adding another finger and alternating the pumps with the drag of Harley’s dick inside me until I’m always filled with one of them. Ok, maybe his dick would be fucking amazing. Maybe being truly shared will be the best fucking feeling and I’ll refuse to leave this bed.
It takes seconds before I’m coming again, a freaking record, and Harley groans as he comes too. I’m too blissed out to get pissy at Ash’s smug laugh. He pulls his fingers out and then rubs his dick between my ass cheeks. My eyes might go a little crazy at that. It feels amazing, much better than I ever thought it would, but there’s no fucking way he’s going to stick his monster cock up my ass.
Harley grunts when I clench around his softening dick, pulling out and snapping at Ash, “You stick anything else in her, you fucking better have lube.”
He kisses me sweetly and rolls out of the bed for the shower. I pout for a half second and then Ash turns me around, stripping my shirt off and shoving his boxers down his legs.
“Feeling brave yet, Mounty?” He smirks, and I scoff at him.
“Wasn’t that brave enough for you?” My voice sounds weirdly breathless.
He nods and takes my hand, wrapping it the thick length of him. “You’re right, that was very brave. If you’d given me a little warning I would have had lube and we could have both fucked you at the same time.”
I get a full-body shiver at that and his eyes go all molten. What the fuck are these guys doing to me? I’ve gone from terrified of their dicks to fucking melting at the thoughts of gangbangs. Jesus take the wheel.
Then I remember I have a handful of Ash’s dick and wriggle down the bed to suck him off because that’s something I can get behind. Yes fucking please.
Ash insists on joining me for a shower afterwards and I struggle so freaking bad to focus on washing myself with him naked around me. I wonder idly if this feeling will ever wear off but I kind of enjoy how much they affect me. It’s also nice to know they’re just as affected by me.
When we’re done, I throw on some yoga pants and one of Ash’s v neck shirts, the perks of having boyfriends is having full access to their clothes in my humble opinion, and then head back into our room to pack the last of my bags. Blaise is awake finally, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and frowning around the room.
“Why does it smell like sex in here? What the fuck did I miss now?” he snarls, and I pretend I don’t hear him as I start shoving the last of my clothes back into my duffle bag.
Ash saunters out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, smug-as-fuck, and says, “Maybe you should drink and smoke a little less before bed so when Arbour decides to wake the Mounty up with his dick you can join in, too.”
Blaise’s arm drops and he levels a vicious glare at his best friend. “What. The. Fuck?! I thought we agreed to not be exclusionary dicks about this?”
Ash shrugs and drops his towel. I look back at my clothes because we have no time for round two… or three, whatever, who’s counting?
“So don’t be a dick. I wasn’t an asshole about you guys fucking in the Cadillac without me even after I had to get in there and smell it right after.”
Fuck. I’d forgotten about that.
We’d gotten back only to find Avery had a craving for Pizza. Ash and Blaise jumped straight back into the Cadillac to drive into the closest town, mostly because Ash and Avery were still at each other's throats over Atticus.
I try to ignore my blush and snap, “Can we just get a move on? We have to stop off in the actual slums before we head back to Hannaford and I’d rather we get it over with.”
That gets them to shut up and start moving. None of us want to go back to my old house. I don’t want to take them there and they don’t want to face the reality of where I came from. It’s easier to think of it all as some sad story, something that wasn’t so fucking desperately dangerous.
I manage to finish up my packing without falling into a complete sulk. I meet Avery at the car and when she hands me a coffee I attempt a smile at her.
“If there was any other way I wouldn’t ask you to do this,” she murmurs and I nod.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s over with now. We’ll just get in and get out.”
When the car is finally packed and we’re all strapped in, I try not to stare wistfully out of the window at the ranch. I fucking love the place and going back to the snake pits of Hannaford has never been so fucking devastating. My mood only gets worse the closer we get to the Bay. The car is silent as we drive, moving through the ‘burbs and the commercial districts until we’re driving through the very worst parts of the city.
It doesn’t matter that it’s nearly been a whole fucking decade since I was last here, the only things that have changed is everything has gotten more run-down and derelict. I hate it, I hate being here and I hate my whole damn family being here, too. The shame and embarrassment crawls over my skin until I become a snarling asshole myself.
“Stop here. This is it,” I snap, and I swallow the bile creeping up my throat as I look out the window at the tiny shed-like structure I once lived in with my mom.
No one says a word as we pile out of the car and Avery hesitates for a half second before tucking her arm in mine. “I don’t give a fuck about this place, Lips. I just need to check if there’s anything here that can tell us about your birth father.”
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bsp; I nod and swallow again, trying to keep my voice civil as I say, “You guys should just stay in the car. The place isn’t exactly big enough to have us all in there at once.”
Ash eyes me and then nods, leaning back against the car casually as Blaise pulls out a blunt for them both. They’re both armed and I give them a quick nod, my eyebrows hopefully conveying the motto ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ because this is possibly the worst area to be standing next to a fucking Cadillac with diamonds in the freaking dashboard. I’m kind of expecting to come back and find them being held up by rough and tumble eleven year-olds. I’d also be tempted to put money on the Mounty kids in that situation.
Harley tucks his hand in mine, ignoring my glare, and jerks his head towards the house. “Let’s get this over with. I want to get back to school in time to talk to the coach about the swim trials.”
Avery scoffs at him and I pull away from them both to jiggle the door open. It never did lock properly.
I guess we should have been at least a little concerned about squatters or a new drug-addicted family living here but honestly, I’m not sure there was anyone out there desperate enough to move in to the absolute stinking shithole.
Avery tries her best to be polite but gags anyway. Disuse and being sealed has only made the damp, moldy, death smell a million times worse.
“C’mon, I know where she used to hide her stash. I’d guess that’s the best place to start looking for clues.”
None of the rooms have doors, just curtains that are so old and moth eaten they’ve mostly fallen down and turned to dust. Harley doesn’t gag or pull faces, he just takes everything in. I hate it. I feel like something vital is being exposed right now that shouldn’t ever be fucking seen, like my kidneys have been carved out and put on display.
There’s still a few bags of cocaine in my mom’s old stash hole, and I pocket them. They’re stamped with the Jackal’s insignia and I know they’re the dirty batch he sold her. Might come in handy to have some dirty drugs, fuck knows what we’re going to need this year.
