Betting on Forever
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“I hear you, Cuervo.” I nod and blow out a long drag, like I give a shit what this asshole has to say about it.
“GOOD.” Cuervo stares me down with his withered, scarred up face. If I wasn’t who I was, I would think twice before fucking around with this psycho.
Stryker and Fuego come through the back door to meet with the rest of us. Fuego, the devil lookalike himself, hugs his brother. Stryker, who holds out his fist for a bump, asks first, “Where’s the bitch we have to get the info from?”
“That whiny, little pussy is tied up at Arrowhead, the abandoned mineral mine in the hills. We’ll need to grab the trucks to get up there, though. I’ll be waiting at the club house. Let’s move, I need sleep.” With that, Cuervo cranks his bike and leaves the rest of us in his dust.
“Moody asshole,” Cowboy stares in the direction of where Cuervo took off.
“You would be, too, cabrone, if your only son and wife were stabbed and bled out for days. Never talk shit about Cuervo, unless you desire to join the dead,” Fuego slaps Cowboy on his back on his way to his bike. “You heard him, let’s move.”
“Meet you all there, I’ll be a minute behind you. Gonna go grab Axl.” Tank, Cowboy and Stryker take off with Fuego. Walking into the bar, I spot Axl hanging behind the bar with Dana and Vegas.
“Axl, we got work at the clubhouse, we gotta head out, brother.” Axl nods and tells the girls bye on his way out from behind the bar. Vegas stiffens a bit at my words, but doesn’t comment. I know she knows there is a whole lot more going.
Walking up behind her, I use my weight to pin her to the bar. “Babe, I gotta work tonight, I don’t know when I’ll be back, so I’ll crash at the club.” Kissing her cheek, I turn to head out.
Vegas’ hand catches my forearm just before I exit the back door. “Blade, let’s get some things straight. You will come home to me every night, unless there is a damn good reason you can’t. The other is, when you go to work, kiss me good bye like it’s your last. Did you or did you not tattoo my back? You hear me?” Vegas stands there with her hand on her cocked hip, piercing my heart with her words and angry eyes.
“Yeah, babe, heard every word. I’ll be home later.” Grabbing Vegas’ waist, I pull her into my arms and kiss her sweet mouth. “Behave, Vegas,” I slap her ass in warning.
“Later, love,” She waves her hand, and I watch her hot ass move to work back behind the bar.
∞ ∞ ∞
Blade
Swinging open the old steel mine plant doors, the smell of musk and dust, along with blood, hits my nose. “Cuervo, got this party started,” I sneer, that greedy asshole. Axl and Tank at my back, this is our show and he will learn that right now. Shadows appear around the corner from the only light in the main room.
Quickly striding into the open plant room, Cuervo has our informer on his knees, with his arms tied behind his back. Blood drips from his nose and mouth. His head is tilted forward, realizing he isn’t getting out of this. Cuervo raises his fist to rain down more punishing bruises. Tank grabs Cuervo’s other arm, not a physical match for Tank, but he’s a quick killer.
Cuervo grabs at the knife in the leather sheath that’s tied around his leg, spinning around and holding it at Tank’s neck. Tank’s eyes narrow as he steps into the sharp blade. “Pulling a knife on me, Cuervo?” Tank holds back his impatience while ignoring Cuervo’s psychotic state. Cuervo pulls back a bit and drops his knife back into its sheath.
“Not today, cabrone, not today.” He drops his head to the side and waits for Tank’s next move. Pushing Cuervo back a step, they both eye the other, animosity in their eyes for each other’s blood.
Interrupting their standoff, I step in. “Cuervo, I’m the fucking Prez of this chapter, that’s my Road Captain, get your shit together. Or did you forget that?”
Cuervo turns his body to face the rest of us. “Si, Prez. Just getting this fucker warmed up for you. I did haul his ass all the way up here, no?”
“Yeah, Cuervo, I see that and appreciate your work, but don’t forget that we are your brothers too, or your place.”
My face is stone, but this prick is pulling the rage out from within. Looking weak in front of my men is not an option. Cuervo smiles a smile I know he doesn’t mean, and it’s on only to keep pushing me. Fuego grabs Cuervo by the shoulder, but Cuervo tugs out of his hold and walks to the far wall in the dark, out of sight. Crazy asshole. Looking at Axl, he catches my stare knowing I mean for him to keep eyes on the nomad.
Walking over to an old dirty, dusty table, I drop my tools down that I carried in a heavy, black metal case, rolling the dial and unlocking the combination. I pop the top open, flipping the lid over. A cloud of dust settles around me. On each side of the box there is a variety of knives or pokers. I run my finger along my favorite, a combat tactical blade, all black, twelve inches long, with a saw on the opposite side of the blade. Pulling it out, my heart races with enthusiasm to let out the stress. To kill this man, show to the others who are standing in here that if they cross our club, I won’t hesitate to throw a knife into their back. No, my first choice is never a bullet.
Facing the dead man on his knees before me, I ask, “What’s your name?”. The man smiles and spits blood from his mouth, hitting my boot with it. I hold the knife tighter, roll my head, the lust for his blood pouring from my pores, soothing me, calming me.
The wolf pacing inside of us all howls in our minds, waiting to be freed. We all laugh out loud to each other. Nodding towards Tank, he picks up the rope at his feet. Tank likes to play with his ropes. Pulling it taught between his hands, he walks towards our prisoner, feeling its strength and bite on his skin.
Tank turns his body sideways to the man, kicking his size thirteen boot right in the center of his chest. The man’s head cracks like a melon on the old concrete floor. Struggling to breathe, I’m certain he knocked the wind out of him and worse.
Tank tosses the loop end around a steel hook above, tying the other end to the man’s feet. Flipping a switch on the old machine, he turns it on. Pushing a button, he pulls the man up and off his feet. We watch his face scrape along the dirty concrete floor.
Stepping closer, I grab his shirt, cutting it open from the collar and down, opening his chest to me. “You see, Dan Robertson, I knew who you were coming in here. The question is, what else do I know?”
I start slicing into his skin, and he screams, fueling my thirst for his pain. I continue by slicing the right side of his body from his thigh down to his ankle, then move to his left side. “I know about your wife, Julie, and your two kids.”
“Fuck you, asshole, I still ain’t telling you shit,” Dan yells back at me. There is a code among these thieves and thugs. One rule is that we don’t mess with each other’s families.
Walking calmly to my case, I’m done with this fucker. “Okay, so let’s not waste time. Tell me what I want to know, and you die quicker. Fuck around with my time, the longer I make you suffer here. Tell me, is your blood pounding in your head yet?” Still not looking at Dan, I find what I’m looking for. “I wonder if you’ll go into a seizure if I nicked your artery? Or do you think you’ll feel a deep euphoria at your blood draining from your body?”, I ask, seriously wondering what that would feel like.
Grabbing my daggers from my case, I take six steps, turn, and one by one throw them at Dan like he’s a dartboard, sticking them into each thigh and bicep. Hollers erupt from his vocal cords, arching him forward.
“Start talking, Dan, this will only get worse for you,” I warn, stepping back to him, “because the next knife I throw will be deeper.” Waiting on Dan through his gasps of air, I light up a smoke and pull in a few deep lung-fulls.
Dan stutters out, “I-I-I-I… was paid to haul trucks, keep it on the down low. I never got to see what was in the trucks. D-d-d-drive the trucks, wait till I got a text and m-m-move out. When I delivered in Sacramento, I dropped the truck. N-n-n-never unloaded.” Frustration booms inside of me because that tells me shit.
Reaching over, I grab a fist-full of her ratty hair and pull the bitch up to stand. “Say good bye, Dan.” My eyes glare ice into Dan’s.
“No!” The little bitch screams, gurgling on my blade. Stabbing the bitch in the side of her throat, I rip it back out. Her blood splatters my face and pours down my hand. The wolf inside of me feels satisfied, and I toss the kill onto the floor.
She twitches before Dan, reaching for him, then drops her hand. Dying with her eyes open.
Dan sees death in her stare and he knows she died because of him. She was going to be dead tonight, no matter what. He just tortured himself as far as I’m concerned. Dan snivels, tears tracking down his eyes, mixing with the blood. He closes them, unable to look at her anymore.
The broken man speaks, “Johnny Carmine. He paid me to haul. G-gave me the burner p-p-phone with addresses and t-t-times. It’s in m-m-y truck’s glove box where that c-c-crazy Mexican fucker g-g-rabbed me. I still don’t know what I was hauling, j-j-just, he just left c-c-cash for me.” Dan finishes on a whisper, with a wish of death in his voice. The wish to go back and do it differently. Stryker, Fuego and I all stop at his words. The air just got sucked out of my lungs. Fuck.
“And Buck, who put him down in Indian Springs?”, I question him, maybe he does know more?
“Another t-t-trucker on the p-p-payroll, I t-t-took over his route, t-they moved him, so you couldn’t f-f-find him. I just seen him in p-p-passing, middle a-a-ge guy,” Dan moans, his voice shaking from all the blood loss. Pulling my knives out from his body, his jeans soak up the blood before deep crimson coats a puddle on the floor around the dead bitch. Placing my knives into a garbage bag, I hand it over to Solo, then turn and look for the man as in love with knives as me. “Cuervo,” is all I say and stay put.
A swishing, twirling noise filters through the air before a splitting sound stops it. Cuervo threw his machete, hitting Dan in the heart. Breaking through his rib cage, Dan never saw it coming. The sickening sucking sound of flesh separating back and forth from the movement of the heavy knife is echoing through the room. The force of it is pushing his dead body making it swing back and forth.
Chapter 19
Vegas
It’s late and I’m trying to sleep, going in and out, when I hear two sets of heavy feet moving across the floor. Reaching down into my bag, I pull out the hand gun from my purse. Blinking a few times to wake myself up, I take aim at the door. I hear the guest room open, then shut. Tugg is wagging his tail by my door. Relaxing a bit, I realize it must be Papa and, hopefully, Blade.
The door swings open and a very tired Blade steps in looking at what is in my hand. “Blade, you should have a code like, ‘Hey, babe’ when it’s all clear, and ‘Honey, I’m home’ when shit has hit the fan, because if I didn’t catch on that it was you, I would have blown a hole right through your handsome face.”
Blade just huffs out humor at my logic. Placing my gun on my nightstand, I flick the light on, looking him over. He still has blood coated all over him.
I run to the kitchen and grab two trash bags. I knock on the guest room door first on my way back, handing one to Papa. “Gracias, mija.” He takes the bag and shuts the door.
Reaching my room, I see that Blade has already taken his blood-soaked clothes off. Taking them from his hands, I shove the soiled clothes into the bag and toss the bag onto the floor for now.
“Long night, babe?”, I ask him, using his nickname for me on him, and smile. Taking my phone from the dresser, I grab Blade’s hand and lead him to the bathroom.
“Yeah,” he cracks just a bit from the dark place he just came from.
“Hmmm, let’s get your mind off it, yeah?” Not really expecting him to answer, I turn on some mellow tracks on a playlist labeled ‘Chill’ from my phone. Turning toward the tub, Blade pulls back the shower curtain and steps into the hot, inviting water.
He places his hands on the wall in front of him, allowing the water to massage his back. I pull out a sugar scrub along with a wash cloth and stretch my arm in to wash his back. Hearing him moan when he feels my hands on him brings a small smile to my face. Taking the wash cloth from me and putting more sugar scrub on it, Blade washes his chest, arms and then his face.
He’s about to turn the water off, when I pull back the shower curtain to stop him, and I bend down to flip the stopper on for the bathtub to fill up. Wrapping my hair up in a bun and securing it with a clip, I remove my panties and sleep tank. Stepping in behind him, I pull him down in front of me. I wrap my arms around him and let his weight rest on my chest.
We sit in the hot steamy bath, letting the music relax both of us as the water fills the tub. Minutes pass as I hold him against me, slowly feeling his tense muscles loosen up. Blade takes my feet in his hands and crosses them over his stomach, massaging the arches, and this time it’s me who moans in pleasure.
“Why didn’t you get into the shower with me?”, Blade questions, not sounding really curious, just more of a thought.
“That would be because this really hot biker put a tatt on my back, and I can’t get it wet. I guess I’m stuck in this tub now until it heals,” I answer, kissing his neck and biting his earlobe. Blade groans, rubbing his hands up and down my legs.
He turns towards me, lowering his body down on top of mine, kissing my mouth and thrusting his tongue inside. Running his hand from my leg to my pussy, he starts rubbing my clit, then pulls his lips back from mine. “I love your soft pussy, Alessia. Give it to me,” he demands in a low voice.
Using my hands, I gently push him back and stand, wrapping a towel around me and handing him two. Wrapping one around his waist, he quickly towels off his body and follows me to our bed. He grabs my phone and changes the song to Today by Smashing Pumpkins.
Smiling, I sing the words, “I wanna turn you on.” Blade smiles back and sings back, “Today is the greatest day I’ve ever known.” He leans down to my naked body, pulling me to the end of the bed, then he flips me over so I’m face down. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me up to my knees, resting on the edge of the bed. He kneels behind me, kissing my ass cheeks one by one, then my pussy.
He glides his large hands up my back and around my front. Cupping my tits, he pinches and tugs at my nipples. “Give me more, Blade,” I moan, “Make it intense and fast.”
Scratching his nails into my sides and up to my hips, he answers, “Yeah, babe, I want that too.”
I feel him giving me one lick up my center to my asshole and back down to my clit. He gives no mercy, licking quickly, with hard pressure. Then I feel him pumping his fingers in and out. I can feel my climax coming already just as he takes one finger coated in the wetness from my pussy to circle my asshole.
“Blade!”, I screech into the sheets, trying not to be loud.
“Shut it, Alessia, you’ll like it, and you’ll take whatever I want you to,” he says, then starts moving back from his job, and I instantly regret my protest. Blade continues to play with my ass and licking my clit, bringing me right back to where I was, on the verge of coming.
He licks and sucks my pussy lips, devouring them with his mouth, then moving to lick and sucking my clit. His index finger protrudes slightly into my ass, then backs it out, in then out. Until he is using his whole finger, all while licking my clit. He finger fucks my ass while eating my pussy and I love it. I call out his name, “Blade, fuck, yes! Make me come, do not stop, make me come, big guy!” And he does. I come hard, fast and intensely on his face and fingers.
Blade, still on his knees, worships my pussy, licking up all my cum, moaning into my cunt as it still contracts from my orgasm. As I’m lying on my left side, he stands, leaving my left leg between his, placing my right leg across his stomach and around his right h
ip. Gripping his dick, he runs the head through my pussy, wrapping what’s left of my come around it. He jerks his hips forward, thrusting hard and impaling me on him, chasing his own orgasm. Him taking what he wants turns me on all over again. Blade leans forward, placing his fists on the mattress, making his thrust stronger.
Reaching up, I stick my fingers into his mouth and he sucks them greedily. Taking them out and to my pussy, I rub my clit to chase after another orgasm for him. This time, when Blade smiles, I see only the predator inside of him, the hungry wolf.
Closing my eyes, I think of him inside of my body and our sex session earlier at the shop. Him undressing me. His hands and mouth all over my body. I moan out loudly and come, taking him over with me, and I feel him coating me with his release. He continues thrusting himself back and forth slowly, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down.
Finally pulling out, he crawls settles in next to me and pulls my back close to his chest. Resting his hand on my tit, he hugs me closer to him. “Tell me that someday, someday soon, you’ll give me babies, Alessia?”
Bubbles of light laughter burst up my throat. “Babies, huh, like a little pack of them?”, I tease back.
“That’s what I want, you with my babies. It was hot as fuck to think of me getting you knocked up with my babies. I want to tie you to me every way possible.”
With that last idea said, we drift off to sleep next to each other, possibly dreaming of the future, about the babies we both want. A life with love and laughter between the hard times.
∞ ∞ ∞
Waking up to the smell of bacon, I feel rested and completely happy. I throw some leggings and a t-shirt on, brush my teeth and head out to find the person responsible for making me breakfast.
Blade stands at the stove flipping eggs, shirtless. Hugging him from behind, I kiss his back, because this is my fantasy come to life.