Fighter's Claim: Devils Wind MC

by D. D. Galvani

He roughly squeezed my breast after cutting through my bra. He was going to rape me. I swung at him, but he caught my arm before it could connect—and twisted it behind my back using our combined weight to hold me down. I heard it snap before the excruciating pain hit. I turned my head and threw up. I screamed, crying, begging for him to stop. Black spots danced in front of my eyes, my vision going dark around the edges. I fought not to pass out; gagging on my own vomit kept me awake.

  I felt his weight leave my legs. He stood up over me to unzip his pants. Instinctively, I kicked him as hard as I could in the crotch. He fell over, cupping himself and groaning loudly. I pulled the screwdriver out of my scrubs and blindly stabbed at him.

  It hit him in the throat. Blood ran down his neck from the wound. This horrible gurgling sound came from his throat, but he got up and staggered down the hallway.

  Jiji had finally woken up. She was sitting up with her back up against the couch. “I saw—I saw him try and rape you, Tish. He’s fucked up in the head. We have to get out of here,” she whimpered.

  Mrs. Wilks still had not moved. I could see that her chest still wasn’t rising or falling—she had to be dead. Using the couch for leverage, Jiji pulled herself up ‘til she was standing.

  “Do you feel dizzy?” I asked.

  “I’m okay; a little fuzzy. You’ve got to get up, Tish, now! We need to get away before Aden comes back.” Together, we helped each other stand. On shaking legs, we stumbled for the door, going as fast as we could to the car.

  She got behind the wheel and I got in the passenger side, reaching out to flip the locks. “Go. Go. Go!” I yelled.

  She jammed the key in the ignition, put the car in reverse, and peeled out of the driveway. We were alive. Hurt, but alive.

  “Tish, we have to get to Jameson—he’ll help us.”

  “Jiji, I don’t understand, we have to go to the police.”

  “No, Tish, we can’t. Aden and the chief are old friends; we wouldn’t stand a chance against them. Aden will twist this around. He will blame it on us. He’ll say that Mom and I have been fighting, that I hurt her out of anger, that he walked in, tried to help her, and I jumped him. That, when you came to pick me up, you attacked him too. We have to get to Jameson; he’ll know what to do, he’ll protect us.”

  Shock was setting in; my body was shutting down from the trauma. Before I passed out, I looked over at her and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t know how bad it was, Jiji. You don’t deserve this, and neither did your mom. I’m with you, no matter where you want to go. Just get us there—fast.”

  Then, everything went black.

  Five

  The girl on her knees sucking my cock was pretty. Her name was Sonya. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, a heart shaped face, and her lips looked so pretty stretched around my dick.

  I reached out and tweaked a nipple; her eyes slid shut, but she didn’t stop sucking. I pinched the nipple, rolling it around with my fingers, and was rewarded with a whimper. My free hand held her head, moving it up and down my cock. She took me to the back of her throat ‘til she almost gagged. I pulled on her hair, forcing her mouth off my shaft. Her lips were red and puffy; her tongue flicked out as she wet them.

  “You want my dick?” I asked. A sultry look crossed her face as she nodded her head in agreement. “Get up on the bed on your knees and face the headboard.” She scrambled to get into position. I took a condom out of the bedside drawer. Ripping it open, I rolled it on then slid into position behind her.

  I applied some pressure on her shoulders; obediently she lowered herself ‘til her face lay on the comforter. Shoulders down, ass in the air. I reached down to feel her pussy, wanting to see if she was ready for me. My hand came back wet and glistening. I lined my cock up at her entrance, pushing inside in one steady stroke. Her sweet sigh met my ears when I bottomed out inside her. Sliding my hands on each side of her hips, I feathered my fingers up her back then retreated down to her hips. Grasping her hard, I started an easy rhythm in and out. Once I felt her pushing her ass back to meet each stroke, I started fucking her harder. She was moaning, throwing her body back on every stroke while my balls slapped against her ass. The sound of my breath as I fucked her with long, smooth movements was the only sound in the room.

  I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing down on my cock; I knew she was close. I slid one hand around from her hip to her clit and started rubbing in time to my thrusts. Her back bowed and her breath came out in a long wail as she came on my dick.

  Now it was my turn.

  Turning it loose, I pounded into her, her body moving up the bed from the force of my assault on her pussy. I thrust a few more times, jerking in and out of sync briefly before thrusting in to the hilt to shoot my load into the condom.

  Her body was shaking from her orgasm, so I soothed my hand up and down her back ‘til she calmed. I pulled out, disposing of the condom while she lay face down on the bed. I walked into the bathroom, cleaned up, then stuffed myself back into my jeans. Walking into the bedroom, I saw she still hadn’t moved on the bed. I grabbed my cut, threw it on, and walked to the door.

  “Darlin’, I’m going back to the party. Come down when you’re ready, but make it quick.” Turning, I opened the door and left the room.

  The music was loud and thumping. The guys were doing one of three things: swaying to the music on the dance floor, sitting at the tables with some club girls in their laps, or standing at the bar with a beer and a smoke. I made my way over to Breech, who was at the bar with Cristal on his lap.

  “Beer,” I said to the prospect behind the bar. He twisted off a top then put the beer down in front of me. Taking the cold brew, I drank deeply.

  Cristal made a face at me from over Breech’s shoulder. “Having a good time, Fighter?” she asked snidely.

  I looked her in the eye. “I just fucked Sonya, I’m with my brothers, got a cold beer. What more could I want, Cristal?”

  “You’re such a fucking douchebag, Fighter,” she snarled.

  Breech reached up to grab her chin. “Watch it, Cristal. That kind of talk will get your pretty little ass tossed out.” He released her chin. “Respect the brothers or get the fuck out,” he finished.

  She hung her head. “I’m sorry, Fighter,” she mumbled.

  “Yeah, Cristal, I know you are. Not for calling me a douche, but for getting called out for it.”

  Breech laughed, breaking the tension. “Come on, Cristal, I got something to fill that mouth of yours with, and it won’t get you in trouble.” He winked at me then led Cristal away, towards his room.

  I drained my beer and held the empty up for another. The prospect was quick to put a cold one down in front of me.

  Sonny came up to me after, slapping some broad on the ass. “Looks like you got lucky, brother,” I said as he walked up.

  “Kim’s tits are sweet as sugar, Fighter. I just can’t help sticking my dick between ‘em every chance I get,” he said.

  Laughing, I slapped him on the back. “Going to heaven one tit job at a time, brother,” I said.

  “You got that right, son. ’Til I find the one, there will be plenty to ride my dick when I need ‘em.”

  “You still looking for the happily ever after, Sonny?”

  “Fighter, I firmly believe there is a woman for every man. The hard part is finding that one that fits you, fits your life, and is willing to stay the course; it’s not an easy life we lead. A lot of women can’t or won’t make the commitment. Me, I’ve always wanted to be a one-woman man, I just haven’t had the pleasure of meeting that one woman yet. So ‘til I do, it’s titties and beer, brother.”

  I burst out laughing as he started singing, “A little titties and beer… God, I love Rodney Carrington.”

  Pounding on the bar, I got the prospect’s attention. “Get this man a beer and a shot of Jack. If he’s d
rinking, he ain’t singing,” I yelled. The prospect slid a beer in front of Sonny and poured us each a shot. “To titties and beer,” I toasted. He downed his shot then drank from the beer.

  Kim heard singing and walked over to stand in front of Sonny. She wiggled out of her crop top, shimmying her shoulders making her tits bounce.

  “Yep, don’t get no better than this, brother,” he said, never taking his eyes off Kim’s swaying tits. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her between his legs. She giggled, leaning forward to kiss his neck.

  That was my cue to leave the dark corner of the bar to them. I saluted him with my beer and walked away.

  Six

  Pain woke me up a couple of hours later. My body hurt so bad—I was crying before I opened my eyes. Jiji had covered me with the blanket I kept in the back for transporting her animals to the shelter.

  “Jiji, what the hell is going on?” I croaked. My throat was really sore. She handed me a bottle of water.

  “Oh, thank God you’re awake, Tish. I don’t know how to help you.”

  “Tell me about Aden. I need to know the truth, Jiji.”

  “He’s bad news, Tish. It started the year after he married Mom. I could hear them argue, then he would drag her to their room and lock them in. I would pound on the door because I could hear her crying. He would scream at me to go away or I would get what’s coming to me. He was really creeping me out, leering at me, pinching my butt when Mom couldn’t see. I refused to be alone with him; I didn’t trust him.”

  “Jiji, why didn’t you tell me? What did I do to make you think I wouldn’t have helped you both?”

  “Your mom had just died, Tish, you were in no shape to do anything but grieve. I couldn’t put this on you. Besides, Aden warned me that if I said anything to you, he would come after you too. He was really graphic about what he would do. The sicko gets off on the fear.”

  She hung her head before continuing, “One night, he did beat me pretty bad. While he was hitting me, he said I would learn my role. That one day soon, I would take over my mom’s place beside him. He was psycho, saying shit about sticking his dick in my ass ‘til I screamed—that I would learn to like it. He was smart, though, he never hit me in the face because he didn’t want bruises people could see. It was sick, Tish. He was getting off on hitting me. Do you remember when I was supposed to go to my cousin Michelle’s wedding? I was gone the whole week, but not for the celebration. I was in the hospital, healing from a beating.”

  “Oh my God, Jiji! You’re just telling me about this now? Does Jameson know? Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

  “I couldn’t tell you, Tish. When I tried to report him to the police, Chief Barry told me to quit spreading lies. That I had better keep my mouth shut or there would be consequences for both me and my mom. I showed him the bruises on my body. He blew me off, saying I could have gotten those from the dogs I was always working with. He had an answer for everything. I knew we wouldn’t get help from him. And no, Jameson does not know any of this, Tish.

  “I begged and pleaded with my mother to leave him, but she wouldn’t. Finally, she said that he would come after me if she left him. That one wet hole was as good as another. That mine would be his if she got any ideas about leaving.” Jiji burst into tears as she went on, “She did it to protect me, Tish. My mother let that monster beat her, rape her, humiliate her…all to keep me safe.”

  I handed her some tissues. “Dry your eyes or pull over,” I said. “Jiji, why didn’t you tell Jameson?”

  “Because my mom begged me not to. She said Aden knew things about Jameson’s club that could get them all arrested and thrown in jail. My mom couldn’t do that to him. He had a life away from that freak, and she swore it would stay that way.” She settled down in the seat, wiping her eyes and nose.

  I had a lot to think about as we drove through the night. It started raining, which suited my mood perfectly. She flipped on the windshield wipers. The sound of them slapping against the window soothed me and I soon went back to sleep. A few hours later, I felt the car slow and stop. We needed gas and a bathroom break. Getting back in the car, I got behind the wheel so Jiji could rest, and then settled in for the remainder of the trip.

  I’d been driving for almost thirteen hours. I had to get off the road to rest. My face was throbbing in a couple places, and my left arm down to my hand was numb. I shook Jiji awake.

  “Honey, you have to drive for a while. I need you to get some pain killers at a drug store, then we’ll get a few hours’ rest.” I pulled over in the parking lot of a twenty-four-hour Walgreens. Good thing I cashed my paycheck this morning and didn’t have a chance to get to the bank. I had plenty of cash. Pulling out my wallet, I handed Jiji a twenty.

  “You can get in and out of the Walgreens faster than me without anyone asking questions.” While I looked like I’d gone ten rounds with a gorilla, she’d piled her hair on top of her head in a messy bun, which hid the lump. She changed into my extra scrub top, which was clean and free of blood. She was back in the car, sliding into the driver’s seat, in under fifteen minutes.

  She unscrewed the cap on the bottled water, handing it to me along with two Aleve. She started the car and drove a couple blocks to a gas station. While she pumped gas, I sank down in the seat to wait ‘til she finished. She got back in the car then drove to the back of the station to a small building before shutting the car off. She came over to my door and helped me out, grabbing a bag from the Walgreens out of the backseat.

  She opened the door to the bathroom with the key the attendant gave her, checking inside before motioning me in and closing, then locking, the door. We both used the bathroom quickly. I hobbled over to the sink. As I looked in the mirror, my split lip quivered. I started to cry silently, my shoulders shaking. I didn’t recognize the person staring back at me.

  “I’m so sorry he did this to you, Tish.” She started dabbing at some of the cuts on my face. She stopped then whipped out her phone. She told me to stand still while she took some pictures of my face and neck. “I don’t know what Aden plans to do, but at least we will have some proof that he hit you, Tish,” she said, snapping away. “I knew he was unstable. I knew he’d been fuckin’ around on my mom, plus whatever else he’d been into.” I saw her eyes fill with tears. She whispered, “I never thought he’d go this far. He scared me, but I kept telling myself I was leaving, going to school, and that Mom would be alright once I was gone and he didn’t have to share her with me. But I was wrong, and it got her killed.”

  I turned away from the mirror, looking Jiji in the eye. “It’s not on you, Jiji. This is all on Aden! He did this. He’s fucked up. Don’t let him get in your head.” We hugged each other, each crying for a different reason.

  Then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Whew, okay, I’m done crying because of that asshole. He will never get me to shed another tear! Let’s go find Jameson, Tish.”

  “You’ll still have to drive, Jiji. I’m shot; my body can’t take anymore.”

  “I’m okay; I can drive for a while.” She opened the door, looked out, then motioned for me to follow. I got in the car, she returned the bathroom key, then she joined me and we got back on the road.

  The motion of the car ceased, pulling me from sleep. Blinking, I felt my face pull from the dried blood caking it. I couldn’t open my right eye. Jiji had gotten in line at a drive-thru and was getting us food. Pulling away from the window, she drove around the lot before parking in the back so we could eat in some privacy.

  “Where are we, Jiji?”

  She laughed, looking out the window. “Podunk, New York,” she said.

  I tried to smile, but my split lip hurt so I quit. “Stop, it hurts,” I said.

  She laughed before handing me a soda. She positioned the straw on the side of my lip that wasn’t split so I could take a few sips, but it was all I co
uld manage. The bubbles felt funny going down my throat, which was still sore.

  Jiji was eating a burger mechanically, biting and chewing but not really tasting. She was exhausted, her strength drained; she was running on empty. She had bags under her eyes so dark they looked bruised; tiredly she pushed some hair out of her face, shoving it behind her ear, too exhausted to mess with it further. I told her to slide over, that I would drive for a while. She didn’t say anything as I got out of the car, but slid across the seat to make room for me behind the wheel. I reached for my cell phone in its usual place before remembering Jiji had dumped them when we stopped the first time.

  She bought a couple of prepaid phones at the Walgreens. We opened them, programmed each other’s numbers in, then plugged in one at a time to charge. She also made me put Jameson’s number in and label it Fighter.

  About two hours later, we pulled up to the gates of this old barn; it was up on a knoll so it could be seen from the gate. It was surrounded by a high fence with a booth checking cars going in. Lights were on, music was blaring, and people were milling around the front and on the porch.

  The guy at the gate came up to the car. I rolled the window down partway, making sure the doors were still locked.

  He took one look at my face and backed up. “What the fuck?” he said.

  Jiji leaned over me, speaking loudly, “Listen asswipe, we know we look like shit. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t need help.”

  He stepped closer to the car. “Who you looking for?”

  Without thinking, I replied, “Jameson,” and he looked at me funny.

  “Who?”

  Jiji said, “Sorry, she means Fighter.”

  He smiled. “Lucky bastard.” Pulling his cell from his cut, he turned around and, hitting a few buttons, he dialed.

  The back of his leather vest read prospect. Looking at Jiji, I raised my eyebrow. She shrugged her shoulders in a hell if I know answer. We listened as the prospect talked on the phone.