Heaven Sent

by Avelyn Paige

  Hearing the name makes me freeze. “Ricca as in Dani’s missing roommate?”

  “Yeah, man, this is her. We’ve got to get her back to the clubhouse.”

  “Take her in the cage and take Slider back with you. We’re going to need a couple of cages to transport these women back,” I order.

  Ratchet leaves with Ricca in his arms. The thought of finding Dani like this makes my blood run cold. Ricca was Enrico’s fucking girlfriend, and he let his men gang-rape her in his basement. No woman deserves that kind of treatment and for that alone, I will take pleasure in ending him. I hope Doc can fix her before I have to tell Dani her roommate was tortured at the hands of her attempted kidnapper.

  Leaving the room behind Raze, we make our way outside. Trax has Twisted Tribe’s President and Road Captain kneeling side by side in the dirt. Raze punches Enrico in the face multiple times before pulling out his gun and shooting him in the dick. Enrico cries out in agony as his femoral arteries spurt blood on the ground around him. Raze puts the barrel of his gun to the Road Captain’s head and pulls the trigger, sending blood and pieces of his brain rocketing out behind him, falling to the ground like hail stones. Enrico continues to scream when Trax pulls him back into a seated position.

  “I may be ending you here, Enrico, but you’ll be sent to a special kind of hell in the afterlife,” Raze says while putting the gun to his head. “A bullet to the brain is too humane for a man like you, but I don’t have time to rip your life away from you like you deserve.”

  “Wait, Raze,” I say, trying to stop him from pulling the trigger and ending it all. “I need to ask him about Dani.”

  Crouching down to Enrico’s eye level, I stare into his agony-stricken eyes. “The girl you kidnapped from Ricca’s apartment. What is she to you?” He moans and bellows, leaving me unanswered. “Answer me, motherfucker. Who is Dani to your club?”

  “Just another whore we picked up,” he screams. “Took her as collateral when my bitch tried to leave me with my drugs.” Satisfied with his answer, I nod to Raze and move away from him. Raze puts one in the chamber and presses the barrel back against his temple.

  “I’ll see you in hell, motherfucker,” Raze declares as he pulls the trigger. The bullet enters Enrico’s head and explodes brain matter on all of us within close range. It’s finally done. Jagger has been avenged, and Dani is exonerated from suspicion.

  Looking over the remains of the men that surround us, my memories of the war flood back to me. Sadness and guilt wash over me as the vision of my fallen men settles onto the cocksuckers kneeling around me. The nameless faces of these men become my fallen unit as their clubhouse is replaced with the sand-brick homes of Iraq. Walking around their bodies brings me back to checking my brothers for signs of life just as one of Trax’s men pumps a bullet into a man’s head, silencing his moans. I have to force myself to not kneel beside them and press my fingers to their necks, searching for a pulse. These aren’t my men and they do not deserve to take another breath on this Earth anymore. The gunfire shocks me back to present day. We killed in the name of revenge, but deep down I question what kind of blowback we’ll get from this. We may have won the battle, but was the war really over for our club and for me?

  Slider pulls in minutes later with a work van and helps Tyson and Voodoo load the rescued women into the van. He walks over to me to tell me that Doc is already at the compound and doctoring Ricca.

  “Dani doesn’t need to know about her until we know for sure she’ll pull through, do you understand me?” I order.

  Slider nods and walks back to the van. As he pulls away with the brutalized women, Dani enters the forefront of my mind again. She could have been one of them in their basement of pain and I wouldn’t have even cared about her when we rescued her because she would have been just another no name woman in my life. The decisions I’ve made lately could have turned this situation completely around had I not pulled my head out of my ass about her. On the other hand, my head up Dani’s ass sounds like a good fucking time. Jesus, I am a fucked up man.

  We clear the scene as the sun begins to rise. Raze orders the building and the bodies to be torched as we walk back to the woods to retrieve our bikes. As I mount my Harley, orange and red flames rise from the remains of Twisted Tribe. Watching their clubhouse burn against the sunrise harbors a disturbing peace inside of me. Raze and I turn on our bikes and ride in silence back home.

  I waste no time and run up the stairs to my room when we return to the clubhouse. I need to be alone with my thoughts after our massacre. Bursting into my room, I forget about Dani being in there. I can’t verbalize words to apologize to her for the things I’ve said and done to her over the last few weeks. Stalking past her and into the bathroom, I slam the door and throw myself, clothes and all, into the shower. I turn the water as hot as it will get and sit in the hot spray, attempting to wash away the guilt and pain of everything we did today and the painful memories of my past. Tears soon begin to fall as I weep into my knees, begging for mercy against my transgressions as a man. Justice was served today to a murdering club who killed my friend, but what about the women they tortured? The thought of finding Dani like that reemerges and I weep harder. I did what I had to do for the sake and pride of my club, but I’m not proud of the things I’ve seen today. We failed to protect those women, just as we failed to project Jagger in his retirement. That kind of guilt just doesn’t wash away. It will haunt me for the rest of my life.

  I don’t know how long I sit in the shower but when the water finally runs cold, I make myself get up off the floor. Stripping my soaking wet clothes, I reach for a towel on the shelf, wrapping it around my waist. I still see the blood on my skin even though it’s been long washed away. I feel unclean and uncertain of myself as a man. Stepping from the bathroom, Dani’s eyes lift to mine. She jumps from the couch and runs toward me, wrapping her thin, delicate arms around my neck and holding me close. Her reaction to my return surprises me. Holding her against my cold, damp body, she begins to shiver.

  Shit, I’m freezing her to death. I bend down and pick her up into my arms. Carrying her to the bed, I lay her down gently and slide the covers over her hips. She shivers and shakes the entire time it takes me to move to the other side of the bed. Removing the damp towel, I slide in next to her and pull her shivering body against mine. Her ass nestles against my aching groin and my arms encompass her slim waist. She’s finally not off-limits to me, and I don’t even know how to approach the topic with her. When did I become such a pussy?

  We lay melded together for hours, just comforting each other with our presence and warmth, her heartbeat beating in rhythm with my own. She stays quiet, likely knowing I’m not ready to talk about what happened. The quiet was fine for a while, but I need to hear her voice. I need her to understand everything.

  “Dani?” I whisper.

  “Mmhmm,” she hums.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough to believe your story,” I embarrassingly admit.

  She stretches and rolls to face me. Her eyes enchant me, and I can’t hold back any longer. Pulling her closer to me, I press my lips against hers. The softness of her lips feels as if I am kissing pure silk. She fully awakens under my touch and wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me in return. Our lips meld together and I slip my tongue into her mouth, caressing hers. She moans and wraps her legs around mine. Rolling her on her back, I lean over her and kiss her again. Her lips are intoxicating.

  I trail kisses down her neck while my hands roam underneath her shirt. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands. This woman seems to be made for me physically. Everything that I love about a woman has been tightly bundled in a Dani-sized package. She’s perfect and wanting her this badly, knowing everything about our history, makes me feel guilty inside for pushing her away. The sudden realization that I need Dani like I need oxygen in my lungs scares me. I’m not built to love or to want. My purpose in life is to kill when commanded and fuck when I needed release.

  Pu
lling up her shirt, I place tender kisses down the contours of her exposed belly. She moans and watches me as I trail down below her navel. My hands trace the path of my kisses as my finger brushes against her apex. Slowly moving her shorts to the side, I lightly stroke against her pussy. My touch sends shivers up her body as I push my finger into her wetness. Her breath hitches as I stroke a circle around her clit, soft moans fall from her lips as her eyes lock onto mine. She watches me intently as I circle her clit again and moans louder with each rotation I make around her throbbing nub. Watching her enjoying my touch stiffens my cock even harder. I want to bury myself into this woman so badly, but I don’t want to rush with her.

  “Does your pussy like that, Dani?” I ask her as I press harder on her clit. “Does she like the feeling of my hands on her?”

  “Yes,” Dani breathlessly responds.

  “Does my girl have a greedy pussy? Do you need a release so badly that you’ll beg me for it?”

  “Please, Hero,” she cries as I rub tight circles over her clit.

  “Your wish is my command, darlin’.”

  Lowering myself farther onto the bed, I pull her soaked shorts away from her body and toss them on the floor. Jesus, her pussy is glistening it’s so wet. My dick throbs harder knowing I’ve done this to her.

  Pushing her legs apart, I hover my face over her pussy before pressing my tongue against her, letting my hot breath fall against her folds. My hands grip her waist and pull her soaking wet pussy hard against my face. Dani quakes at the new sensation and moans with each lick as goosebumps playfully pop up on her skin.

  “You taste like heaven, Dani. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet before in my entire life.”

  My tongue continues to dance around her clit as she grinds her hips into my face, pressing as hard as she can against me. She rubs herself against my tongue, increasing the friction, as I roughly grip her gyrating hips, applying pressure to lock her in place.

  “Fuck,” she screams as I put my teeth on her clit. I pull her legs over my shoulders to lock her into place.

  “This pussy is mine, angel. Only mine, do you understand me?” I order as I circle her clit once more. “The only man in this clubhouse that ever sees this pussy is me.”

  “Yes, Hero. Only yours. Please, I’m so close,” she pleads. Quickening the pace of my tongue, I suck her clit into my mouth. “Fuck, right there! Just like that,” she directs me as if I’ve never gone down on a girl before. Her pussy begins to contract in anticipation of the impending orgasm just seconds before she screams out. Her clit vibrates around my face as I tease her entrance with a finger, plunging just one finger into her pussy to finger fuck her against her waning orgasm. She gyrates against me as her orgasm begins to slow.

  “Jesus, Dani. I’ve never seen someone cum that hard before. Kinda makes me proud. Do I get a medal?”

  “Shut the fuck up, Hero,” she teases as an infectious smile plasters on her face. “Just let me enjoy the afterglow before you say something fucking stupid.”

  Letting her rest for a few minutes, I trace the curves of her body. She’s driving me insane with her satiated smile. I rocked her fucking world, and I’ve wasted enough time contemplating what her pussy feels like. I need to bury myself inside her before the darkness takes over again.

  “I need you, Dani, like I’ve never needed a woman before,” I declare with longing. Admitting it out loud so soon surprises both her and me. She is the only one who kept the ghosts at bay after what I saw today. Pleasing her helped me momentarily chase them away, but even I know it’s a temporary fix. I need to feel something other than pain and hatred. Dani is the only one who can save me from myself.

  A flash of seriousness crosses her face, and it’s in that moment I realize I’ve lost her. “I can’t do this, Hero. I just can’t. It’s not you doing this to my body. Your eyes are empty and lost. I can’t be the woman that you drown your sorrows in and forget about the next morning,” she says, looking away from me. Dani suddenly sits up and tries to scoot away from me. “How do I even know if you’re clean?”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? I’m good enough to lick your pussy clean, but I’m not good enough to fuck you because I’m unclean. What the hell, Dani?” I argue. I know she has every reason to question me on my actions, especially after everything she witnessed here, but I’m still not thinking clearly. The look on her face tells me I pushed her too far. I’ve fucking hurt her again, and she’s shutting back down. She slides from the bed and pulls her shorts back on. Walking to the door, she stares at me just before walking out.

  “What happens when I give it up to you? Will I go back to being nothing in the morning? I’m not ready to deal with that kind of shit yet, Hero. I need to know that I’m not just another notch on your bedpost before I just open my heart and body to you like this again. “

  Dani slams the door as she exits and leaves me on the bed wondering what the fuck I did wrong now.

  I don’t know what came over me to bolt like that. I was just about to surrender everything to him when my brain finally kicked back in after a mind blowing orgasm. Jesus, I didn’t know I could feel that way with anyone but my battery operated boyfriend. Hero skyrocketed to the best sexual experience of my life with just using his tongue and a finger. The thought of the addition of his dick into the mix makes me quiver all over again. Stop thinking about it, Dani. He’s not ready for what you have to give yet.

  Until he can prove to me he wants more than a one-night stand, he’s never getting close to my pussy again. Watching him break down in the shower must have affected my brain to give in as far as I did. I meant what I said about being tested. Taking one good look at the girls in this club and knowing his sexual drive, it’s a wonder his dick hasn’t rotted off already. The newest development in our tumultuous relationship doesn’t bode well for living in the same room with him. I just need to avoid him as much as I can and stick to being around him in large groups.

  Walking down the hall to my old room, I notice it remains unoccupied. The door still needs to be replaced, but I’m so damn tired that I just don’t care if anyone walks in on me. Settling into my old bed, I drift off to sleep quickly. My screaming orgasm exhausted me, and if I am going to continue to battle head to head with Hero, I am going to need my beauty rest.

  The feeling that I’m being watched awakens me a few hours later. Seeing two bright blue eyes staring at me startles me and I fall out of the bed.

  “Shit, Bubbles. You need to wear a bell or something. Next time, don’t fucking sneak up on me, okay?” I tell her, panting with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “A girl can only take so much after first waking up.”

  Bubbles giggles uncontrollably as I try to pick myself up off the floor. “Did you need something or were you just in the vicinity and wanted to make me pee my pants?” Bubbles continues to laugh until she’s nearly in tears. “Stop laughing at me!” I yell.

  “Sorry,” she says between breaths. “I didn’t expect you to react like that. I thought you were just pretending to be asleep. Why the hell are you in your old room? Trouble in paradise with Hero already?”

  Narrowing my eyes, I think about what happened earlier. Knock that shit off, Dani. Do not think about Hero’s face buried between your legs. That’s a no-go. Yes, he knows how to use his tongue like the devil sweet talking a saint, but he’s not the guy for you.

  “I don’t want to talk about Hero. I would like to know what warranted my odd wake-up call. Did you need help with something? Another bar fight you’d like me to start?”

  Bubbles’ smile fades at the mention of the bar fight with Trax. I still partially blame her for lying to me and getting me into that mess. She knew better than to bring a woman without a patch into a club party. Deep down, I think that maybe she did it on purpose to win favor with Hero. Nothing screams pick me over her than watching me heel stomp a man’s balls. Just thinking about watching Trax scream in pain brings a sick smile to my face. Jesus, what has this club d
one to me? I used to be a good girl.

  “I am sorry about that, Dani. I didn’t know what to do, and I needed help. I guess I didn’t think about you not being well-known with the other clubs. It’s entirely my fault for that. Will you forgive me?” she pleas.

  “Yeah, it’s water under the bridge at this point. Hopefully Trax’s balls will heal okay. I’d hate to have left a lasting heel impression in his crown jewels.” Bubbles looks almost relieved that I easily forgive her but quite frankly, she’s one of the few friends that I have here. If it weren’t for her or Ruby, I’d have no one to talk to besides Hero, and that’s out of the fucking question right now. I know neither one of them is happy about the room arrangement with Hero, but it wasn’t my choice. If Hero were the only person I had left to interact with, his smooth voice and mouthwatering body would just charm me out of my panties, and I’d be back to square one again. At least I’ll always have Slider. The bastard still thinks he can charm his way into my pants with the smolder. He’s watched Tangled way too many times to think that would work on me.

  “I was wondering…” she asks nervously.

  “Out with it, Bubbles. I’d like to go back to sleep before dawn.”

  “I was wondering if you wanted to join the old ladies and us in a girls’ night out party. Now that the war is over, we want to go out and celebrate their win and the lifting of lockdown.”

  She can’t be serious. A night out at a bar, dressed up as a hooker, with sloppy drunk old ladies and literal hookers? There’s no way in hell that even remotely sounds like a good idea. Knowing how they acted at Red’s the night I met Hero, I can only imagine what they would do without male supervision.

  “Nah. I think I’m going to pass and catch up on my sleep. Thanks for the invite, though.”

  “Oh come on, Dani. You need to live a little. Besides, if you stay here, you might want to know that Raze hired some strippers to entertain the guys while we were out. I’m sure you don’t want to see that spectacle.”