Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3)

by K. T Fisher

  My happy mood soon leaves me as I watch him pick up the knife again, and walk towards me. The CD changes to Guns N’ Roses ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ as I swallow back my fear. I’m not stupid. I may have fallen for Satan, but I still fear him. I’d be an idiot not to.

  “You ready to play a game?” he snarls.

  I nod my head in answer. I’m worried my voice will sound too shaky. I’m not ready. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for what he has in mind. I don’t say that though, he’d most likely flip out and kill me like the other whores who haven’t played his games to his satisfaction.

  Satan quickly moves over to me, pulling my hair so hard I yelp in pain. “I asked you a question bitch, now answer me!”

  Stupid Rachel! I’m so fucking stupid! Satan doesn’t like to be ignored, ever. Even though I nodded my head, he’ll perceive that as ignorance.

  “Yes, I’m ready!” I scream, eager for him to let go of my hair.

  He releases his grasp and I sigh in relief. The relief is short lived though as he’s soon leaning over me, the knife in his hand.

  “Good, not that I wouldn’t do this anyway. I prefer it when you don’t want it.” He smirks before leaning down and licking up my neck, bringing my body alive with goose bumps. “Makes me fucking hard.”

  I shiver in both excitement and fear.

  As the chorus to the song kicks in, Satan smirks again. I don’t like the look on his face one little bit. “Wait.” I plead.

  Satan’s grin widens. He strokes across my breasts with the knife. “That’s it whore, pretend you don’t want it.”

  He digs the blade into my flesh slightly, causing a trickle of blood to run down my breast. I gasp as Satan presses his hardness into me to show me how much he’s getting off on this. “You love it just as much as I do bitch.”

  Without checking that I’m ready for him, Satan slams his cock deep into me. I let out a moan of pleasure, but not for long. As he starts to fuck me, my enjoyment quickly disappears as he starts to bring the blade into contact with my skin. Cutting and slicing me pleases him. The harder he fucks me, the deeper his knife work becomes. My skin turns red as my blood covers me. This just excites him, so he cuts me more and fucks me harder. His cock thrusting away inside of me feels fantastic, but the amount of blood I’m losing is scaring me. I scream as he plunges the tip of his knife into my nipple, yet he just snarls like the animal he is.

  “That’s it, scream as if you don’t want it.”

  I’m not screaming to excite him. I don’t like this and I’m fucking terrified right now, but I don’t fight him. He’s the man I love after all. I would do anything for him, anything to please him. I want to be the girl he asks for, looks for and wants. I love how he dragged me away with him tonight. If I show him I can handle this, if I let him do whatever he wants to me, he’ll choose me more often. Like the good whore I am, I let him take his own pleasure from my body.

  The knife play and fucking seem to last forever. When he finally comes he turns me around and fucks my ass, decorating my back with my blood. When he’s finished with me he falls asleep, exhausted. I make the most of the opportunity, and sleep by his side. He soon wakes me up.

  “Get the fuck out my room, bitch. You’re not wanted here.” I leave dejected. When I get home I crawl into my bed without showering. My body is a bloody mess, but I don’t care. I don’t cry, because in some twisted fashion I’m happy.

  ***

  Justice

  I feel like getting a new tattoo, to add to my already large collection. Cowboy has decided to tag along. As I climb off my bike outside Ink’s shop I’m excited about the idea. As I walk in, the smell and the sounds of the needle make me itch for new ink. Not today though, today I already have my day planned out. I want to talk my design through with Ink, and then I’m going to Danni’s house for some fun.

  We walk right through the front, bypassing reception and head to Ink’s room. As we reach the door, a pretty young thing strides out, biting her lip. “Bye, Ink.” She shouts back. “Catch ya later boys.” She winks at Cowboy and me as she passes us.

  I watch her as she wiggles her ass back to the front of the shop, then I look back to Ink. “You hiring around here brother?”

  “Not for your ass.” He laughs. “What’re you doing here anyway?”

  I hold my arms out, looking around. “What do you think?”

  Ink steps aside, grinning. “Step into my office, asshole.”

  I laugh as I walk past him, settling myself in a leather chair. Ink and I have a strange friendship. He didn’t like me when he thought I was trying to get into his old lady’s knickers. Once he realized I wasn’t like that, he warmed to me. Old ladies are a no go for me; it’s disrespectful to my brothers. Now, Ink and I just like to piss each other off, in a friendly way of course.

  As we’re talking through my ideas, there’s a gentle knock on the door.

  “Yeah?” Ink calls out.

  Fuck me! In walks the sexiest woman I’ve seen. My dick stirs in my jeans as I watch her smile at Ink. There’s nothing fake about her at all. She’s hardly wearing any make-up and she’s rocking some simple clothes. Nothing like the women I’d usually go for, but my dick is rock hard. She’s wearing tight black jeans, a skinny fit red vest top that showcases her magnificent breasts, and matching red Converse shoes. I feel a strong attraction towards her; she’s so fucking beautiful.

  “Ink, there’s a man outside asking to talk to you about a cover up tattoo. I did try calling but you didn’t answer. I thought you were alone, sorry.” She apologizes. Her voice is so soft.

  She looks awkwardly at Cowboy and me.

  “Don’t worry about us, babe.” I give her a wink and am rewarded by a blush creeping along her cheeks.

  “Thanks, Emma.” Ink replies.

  She gives him a slight smile and walks out the door. Ink stands to show us out. When I heard her name, I remembered overhearing some gossip in the clubhouse.

  “So she’s the girl who caused Elle to go ape shit on you?” I laugh. “No wonder! She’s fucking hot man.”

  Cowboy shakes his head, but I can see he’s smiling.

  Ink isn’t smiling; instead he shoves me hard on the chest. “Fuck off.”

  Laughing, we follow Ink out to the front of the studio where I see her again. She’s on the phone, smiling and playing with her hair. She starts to giggle at whomever she’s talking to. As we get nearer I over hear her say bye. I’m pissed off when I hear her say a name and realize it’s a guy she’s speaking to. Fuck! She’d better not be taken.

  She looks up as we approach. “Mr. Shaw is waiting over there.”

  She moves her head to indicate a chubby man looking through a portfolio of tattoos in the corner of the room. As Ink goes to collect his client, I decide to go and talk to Emma. I want to get to know this chick.

  “Hey, Emma.” She looks up, a shocked expression on her face. “I’m Justice.” I introduce myself.

  Her eyes widen a little. “Hi.”

  “So you’re the new receptionist Elle was bitching about?” Her face goes red and she looks away. Shit I’ve insulted her. “I didn’t mean to upset you babe.”

  She looks up at me. I mentally kick myself for bringing sadness to her eyes. “Was she really upset?” Emma asks. I can’t answer her, because the answer would upset her more. “I didn’t know Ink was with someone that day, I didn’t even know Elle knew nothing about me working here.”

  “That was on Ink, not you babe.”

  Cowboy joins me beside the reception desk and we chat about nothing in particular while we wait for Ink to be done. I want to finish our chat about my new tattoo before I leave.

  When Ink re-joins us he asks Emma to book the chubby guy in for the following week.

  “I hope these bastards are being nice Em?”

  “They’re fine.” She smiles.

  “I wouldn’t be cruel to her, she’s gorgeous.” I give her another wink and I’m rewarded with that blush of hers.
/>   I look at Ink, angry that he would play this woman and his old lady like he did. “Not like you, you didn’t even tell her you had Elle warming your bed.”

  Ink stands tall, anger pouring off him. “And what the fuck are you doing brother?” He roars. “You’re here flirting when you have Danni at home waiting on your ass!”

  I look at Emma and see she’s staring at me. She looks between us all, shaking her head. “All you bikers are the same, remind me to stay away from you all.”

  She grabs her bag from under the desk, throwing it over her shoulder. “I need to leave early. See you tomorrow, Ink.”

  I watch her walk away, pissed that I just fucked up. I need to get to know this girl.

  Chapter Six

  Justice

  It’s been a couple of days since my visit to the tattoo shop and I’ve had enough of sitting around thinking about her. I need to get the fuck out of this clubhouse and go for a ride on my bike.

  When I pull up outside Ink’s tattoo studio, I can see Emma through the large glass window. She’s on the phone, laughing. I clench my fists, hoping that it’s not a guy, because she looks pretty fucking happy.

  I’m making my way to the door, but just as I open it I hear Ink’s voice behind me. “Back again brother?”

  I turn to see him leaning against the building, having a smoke. “Couldn’t help myself.”

  He smiles as he puts out his cigarette. “I have the feeling you’re not here to see me.”

  “You got that right.”

  He nods his head. “Just be careful.”

  I frown. “Why are you so bothered?”

  “Because she’s a friend, and as much as my old lady hates her, I can’t help but look out for her. So be careful.”

  I nod my head. “Got it loud and clear brother.”

  “Go knock yourself out then. “ He laughs as he passes me, walking into the front of the shop. As he passes by Emma at the reception desk he gives her a wave. “You have a guest Em.”

  Fuck. I could kill him.

  Emma looks towards the door as I step in, her eyes widen for a fraction of a second before her face falls expressionless. She straightens her back as she types away on the laptop, not looking at me.

  “Are you really working, or are you just chatting on Facebook?” I ask.

  She looks up at me before looking back down at the computer screen. Great, that question fell flat.

  I sigh heavily, leaning my elbows on the large black counter. I watch her for a few minutes before she snaps.

  “Are you here for a reason, or are you just planning to stand there all day?”

  “I’m here to talk to you babe.”

  “I’m okay thanks.”

  “I’m interested in you babe, can’t you tell when a man’s desperate?”

  “You’re not interested in me, only what’s between my legs.” She snaps, not bothering to look at me.

  Damn she has a tough side. I am fucking loving it! Her words make my cock twitch, as I picture what’s between those luscious legs of hers. I fight back a groan of approval. She wouldn’t appreciate that at all.

  “That’s not entirely true babe.” She frowns at me and I hold my hands up in surrender. “Hear me out. Since I saw you the other day I can’t get you out of my head. I just want to get to know you a little better is all.”

  “I can’t, I’m sorry.”

  “Just give me a chance?”

  She sighs. “Look, you seem nice and all, but from what I know of bikers like you and Ink, I’m not interested.”

  “You got it all wrong, me and Danni aren’t together.”

  “That’s not what Ink said yesterday.”

  “Yeah well he doesn’t know shit. I’m free and single baby, give me a chance.”

  She stops her typing to look up at me. “So if Danni saw us together in an intimate way she wouldn’t be bothered?”

  I don’t answer. I can’t because I don’t know the answer. Danni knows I don’t want anyone else in her bed, but I never said she’d be the only woman in mine. Not to mention the thought of being caught with Emma in an intimate position is doing crazy shit to my head.

  I hear Emma scoff and she shakes her head. She gets up from her chair and begins to walk away. Before she can escape from behind her desk I stand in front of her.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Leaving, if you don’t mind I’d like you to go now so I can do my job in peace.”

  “Why? I didn’t say anything.”

  She raises her eyebrows at me. “Exactly Justice. Your silence was enough of an answer for me.”

  That’s the first time she’s said my name and I fucking love the way it sounds on her lips. I want to hear her scream my name.

  “I just didn’t know what to say. If she gets upset, it’s not my fault. We’re not together like that.”

  “The way I see it, you’re spoken for. I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t be with a man I’ve only just met, for all I know he could already be taken and I’m not going through that shit again.”

  ***

  Emma

  Justice is staring at me. He’s got a look of desperation on his face. He’s gorgeous and dangerous, both things I look for in a man, but I can’t. Not this time.

  He’s already taken. If I let myself be with him, that would be cheating in my book. I won’t hurt another woman because of my poor judgment. No matter how hot and sexy he is.

  “Just wait here, okay?” I watch as Justice pulls out his phone.

  “I’m not going anywhere.” I assure him. I am supposed to be at work after all.

  Justice types a number into his phone and starts to walk outside. “Just don’t leave until I get back.”

  I watch him from my desk as he talks on the phone. I think he must be ringing Danni; he looks too happy to be talking to someone from the club. He’s smiling and laughing; exactly how I think he’d behave if he were talking to a girlfriend.

  While he’s out there a client walks in and I ring Ink to let him know. When he comes out he walks up over to me instead of his client. “Where’s Justice?”

  “Outside.” I incline my head to where he’s talking.

  “Haven’t scared him off already then?”

  I frown at his mocking smile. “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

  He looks at me seriously. “Look, I haven’t known him long but what I do know is he’s a good guy. He’s got Danni but he says they’re not serious. Whatever the situation is, she’s there. Just wanted to give you a heads up.”

  “Thanks.” I smile.

  He turns to leave, but before he does he looks over his shoulder at me. “There’s no harm in having some hot sex though.”

  Winking, he walks over to his next client. When Justice walks back in I’m still laughing.

  “You seem in a better mood?”

  I just smile at him because there’s no way I’m going to tell him what Ink just suggested.

  “I spoke to Danni.”

  My head snaps up in shock. “You did?”

  “Yep. She said she’s fine with me and you getting together I told you she would be.”

  I’m in shock. I can’t believe any girl would say that! Especially when they could have a man like Justice all to themself.

  “I’m allowed to satisfy my needs with whoever I like babe.” He leans on the desk with his elbows, invading my space. “So how about that drink?”

  “I don’t know. I just can’t believe a girl would say that when you’re sleeping with her.”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “Danni’s passive in the sack, I love how responsive she is, but sometimes I’d just like her to take control. I love sex with her, but sometimes I just want a bit more of a challenge, to not always be the one in charge.”

  I listen with fascination; I haven’t met a guy who likes that type of sex. I also feel like I’ve just seen an honest side to Justice as he speaks about wanting to be himself in the bedroom, not the one in control all the time. I get that. I su
ppose it can get tiring.

  “So? That drink?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at me, making me laugh. “Look, I promise I’m not going to push you to do anything you don’t want or take part in some threesome okay? It will be just us, getting to know each other.”