Rebellion MC: Tag & Lucy's Story

by Nicola Jane

I march over to where the girl is sitting on the floor and I grip a handful of her hair, “So if I do this, you won’t give a shit?” I growl, tugging down my zipper and reaching inside for my cock.

  “No boss, wait,” stutters Aiden, diving from his chair in a panic. I knew she meant something to him, it’s all over his face, the pussy. I shove the girl away from me and she lands in a heap, her face dazed and pale. I pull out my .22 pistol and press it to the girl’s head. “Please…” Aiden begins to beg and I pull the trigger, blowing the girls brains across the concrete floor. Aiden yells out but it’s too late.

  “You think I’m not good enough Aiden, you think you can bad mouth me and say I don’t have it in me to be the under boss?” His stare is fixed on his now dead girlfriend. “You sell my drugs; you make me money and we don’t have a problem. You bad mouth me again and I’ll kill everyone that’s close to you. Kids, wife, sister, mother, I don’t have a preference.” I step over the girl’s body and head for the exit. “Now get this mess cleaned up and get back to work.”

  Lucy

  I stare down at Noah’s flaccid cock. I’ve tried everything, including dressing like a whore to entice him into a bit of kinky action. He doesn’t look one bit embarrassed by the fact that he isn’t remotely turned on by me. “Maybe we can watch some porn?” I suggest because I’m not ashamed to admit that after my brief run in with Tag earlier tonight, I’m as horny as fuck.

  “Actually, I’m not feeling it tonight babe,” says Noah, gripping me by the hips and removing me from his lap.

  “Are you joking?” I snap, “Noah we haven’t done it all week, I need something,” I huff, “Anything would be good.”

  “Well, I’m not in the mood.” Noah stands and pulls his boxer briefs back on. “And I don’t like this whole,” he points his finger in my direction, screwing his face up in disgust, “Whore look you have going on!”

  I look down at my little black lacy number. “I got these from Victoria’s secret in the hope it’d spice us up a little,” I snap standing up to meet him head on so that he’s can’t walk out of the room on me. “I spent a fortune to look this good.”

  “Well, clearly it was a waste of money because it does nothing for me.”

  “Maybe it’s me that does nothing for you!” I hiss. “Maybe it’s someone else that’s got your attention!”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about your new little office whore, Emma.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous Lucy, and put some damn clothes on.” He throws his white shirt at me and I catch it as it hits my face. “Get out of my way.”

  “No, where are you going?”

  “I need to escape you and your crazy accusations,” he sighs, trying to step around me.

  “No!” I hiss, “I’m sick of you walking out on me.”

  “I mean it Lucy, move.” The vein in his forehead begins to tick.

  “Why are we even together if you can’t bear to be in the same room as me Noah?” I demand, “Things get tough and you just walk out. Where do you go to this late at night?”

  Noah isn’t used to me questioning him but I’ve had enough of him and his disappearing acts. The lack of attention is killing me. He tries to pass me again but I block his path a second time. I know that I’m on dangerous ground, but usually if he’s mad, he gets turned on. It’s a sick game but I need to feel some kind of passion.

  “You’re not leaving Noah, not until we’ve sorted this once and for all. Do you even love me at all?” His hand lashes out, striking me across the face and then he grips me by the hair and pushes my face into the bed.

  “Stop trying to antagonize me you stupid bitch. I don’t want to fuck you when you look like a cheap tart. Get some damn clothes on. Maybe I’ll be turned on when you find your self-respect.”

  “You know that Emma is fucking your father,” I gasp. It’s a low blow but I need to know if he has feelings for Emma. Noah uses my hair to turn me onto my back. He climbs over me, placing a knee either side of my waist and then his hands grip my neck and squeeze until I’m gasping and coughing.

  “How dare you use my father in your sick games,” he growls, slapping me across the face while keeping one hand squeezing my neck. I start to panic, gasping and trying hard to pry his fingers from their grip. “I can’t even be around you right now.” He releases his hold and I suck in a few deep breaths. My head spins with dizziness and I watch as Noah leaves the room, slamming the door hard behind him.

  I lay there for at least another ten minutes trying to figure out why we are still together when neither of us seem very happy. A knock on the door brings me from my thoughts. Our arguments have always been fiery, Noah would often storm out without a key only to return half an hour later to make up with passionate sex. I say passionate but the most we did was fuck over the couch, that’s passionate for Noah.

  I unlatch the door and leave him to open it, I’m not going to make this easy for him. I’m half conscious of the fact that I’m still wearing the black lace bodice with matching garters and stockings. It might piss him off more that I haven’t changed or covered up.

  “Ten, are you trying to kill me?” I spin around at the sound of Tags low rumbling voice.

  “What the hell…” The intense stare as Tag runs his eyes over my body, thrills me into silence. His chest heaves and his hands hang by his sides, neither of us making a move.

  “I watched him leave but knowing that he left you looking like this makes me wonder what the fuck is wrong with him.”

  “We argued,” I mumble, not finding the words. “It’s from Victoria’s secrets,” I add and then blush at my jumble of words.

  “Tell me to leave,” he growls, taking a step towards me.

  “Why?” I ask, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

  “Because you have a boyfriend,” he says, taking another step closer. We’re only two steps from each other now and I feel a wetness in my new panties.

  “He said I looked like a cheap tart,” I say quietly.

  “If you don’t tell me to leave. I’m going to do all kinds of bad things to you Lucy, things I’ve been jerking off to since the day I met you.” He takes another step forward and I feel the heat from his body.

  “What if Noah comes home?”

  “Then he can watch.” I feel myself being lifted and I wrap my legs around his waist. My back hits the wall but I don’t feel it because he’s tugging down the bra of the bodice and rubbing roughly at my breast. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, then I’ll do it again slowly.”

  He licks his warm tongue over my nipple and then sucks it into his mouth. I feel him fumble around with the button on his jeans and then he removes his mouth from my breast and rips the condom wrapper open. “What are these marks?” he pants, nodding at the red marks along my chest and neck.

  “Noah gets pissed off easy,” I whisper, holding onto his waist with my legs while he fiddles around to put the condom on. Tag looks annoyed by this but he doesn’t question me further.

  “Hold on here,” he growls, moving my hands to his broad shoulders. “This’ll be quick, I promise I’ll take my time for the rest of the night.” Before I process what, he’s saying, he’s pushing his erect cock into me, a low groan escaping him as he pushes in an inch at a time. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before with-drawing and them slamming into me, causing my back to slap against the wall. “Fuck you feel so tight,” he growls. The veins in his neck are popping and I realize he’s holding back on me.

  “Don’t hold back Tag, fuck me.”

  He groans and then slams into me again. “Sorry if I hurt you,” he mutters. He places a hand against the wall at the side of my head and keeps the other hand under my leg to hold me up. I grip his shoulders and press my back to the wall, bracing myself for the fast fuck he promised me. I feel full, his cock stretching me with each thrust. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this turned on and I know that the wetness is coating us both; but Tag doesn’t see
m to care as he pounds in and out, growling and groaning. “You need to cum Ten,” he orders and I shake my head, I can’t cum from penetration and so it’s fruitless him trying to wait for me. “What the fuck you talking about no,” he growls, “Cum damn it.”

  “I can’t,” I pant, digging my nails into his shoulders as a lightness takes over my body.

  “The fuck you can’t Ten, cum,” he demands again.

  “Tag I…” the protest dies on my lips as a familiar feeling flurries inside my stomach, “Oh fuck,” I mumble. It builds and builds until the energy zapping around my body makes me shake, I cry out and my legs stiffen. I’ve never felt an orgasm so intense and as my body jerks and bucks against Tag, he grins, satisfied that he’s made me cum despite my protests. I’m a panting, sweaty mess. My head drops against his shoulder as he continues to pump, now chasing his own release. It isn’t long before he roars and stills, the occasional thrust as he empties into the condom.

  “Ten, you surprise me with your amazingly hot body and then you cum on my cock and blow my fucking mind,” he pants into my hair. “We need to do that again at least three more times.” I glimpse up with a smirk, which fades when I realize he isn’t joking around. “Where’s the bedroom?”

  Tag

  Sometimes, after the cards have gone out to girls on my fight nights, I regret the game. I go over why we do it, what started it and how it became such a bad habit that neither myself or Anton seem to want to stop. But laying here, next to Ten, I don’t regret Anton choosing her. He rated her a ten but honestly, she’s gone up in the ranks by a whole lot more. She is amazing, not just in bed, although she’s great at that part too; but she’s clever and she listens to me, like really listens.

  She stretches out beside me and I catch another glimpse of her naked breast as the sheet slips down. If I could, I’d try for a fourth time but it’s the early hours of the morning and I’m exhausted. “Do you get on with your mom?” she mumbles, her eyes blinking sleepily.

  “Most of the time. She doesn’t want me to step up in my father’s role, but she gets it.”

  “What was your father’s role?”

  “Running the family.”

  “Why doesn’t she want you to do that?”

  “In my world, it’s dangerous. There are too many people watching your every move and waiting to take you down. She’s scared I’ll end up like him.”

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  I nod, “Sort of. Tell me about your mom.”

  Lucy sighs, “She’s spoiled. Wants everything for nothing. I don’t want to be like her. She says I take after my father, my real one and that apparently isn’t a good thing.”

  “What do you know about him?”

  “Not a lot. He wasn’t rich enough to keep my mom interested which is sad really, you’d think she would have wanted a father for her child. She tells the story like he ran from commitment but I know her, I know he was her bit of rough, every rich girl wants a secret bad boy.” She pauses for a beat, smirking at me, “I used to think he’d come and find us because I really believed that she missed him. If we ever talked about him; which wasn’t often, she’d get this longing in her eyes like she loved him so much that it hurt her to remember. He never came back and she never went looking. When she met my step-father she refused to speak about him again. I guess she’d moved on to better things.”

  “Loves a funny thing.”

  “Have you ever been in love?” she asks, rolling onto her stomach and laying her head sideways, resting on her arms.

  “No. Never.”

  “When we first met, you spoke like you loved someone.”

  “Did I? I don’t remember. What does it feel like Ten, tell me what you feel when you’re with Noah?”

  “It wasn’t instant. Like it wasn’t love at first sight; if that’s even a thing. I liked him, we were at college together and we used to see each other in the library, we were both geeks. One day we got talking and then he took me out and it just kind of snowballed. My mother loves him. Mainly because he’s from money, if anything happens to his father, he’ll inherit the entire business. I wonder what that will be like though,” she trails off.

  “Him being CEO to a huge lawyer’s firm, I think it would be amazing.”

  “I never see him now, if he heads up the company, I’ll be one of those women that do lunch and spend her days getting her hair done or carrying a handbag sized dog.” She shudders. “It’s not the life I want.”

  “You have your own business, you’d still have that.”

  “Noah hates my business. He talks like it’s a game I play at to keep me occupied. When we marry, I think he might push me to sell it. It wouldn’t look good if his wife was working, like he couldn’t provide.”

  “Sounds like a pile of shit if you ask me. If you think that, why would you even consider marrying him?”

  Lucy shrugs her shoulders and her eyes flutter closed. “I’m always wondering the same thing.”

  I wait for a few minutes until I hear her breathing deepen. Sliding from her bed I dress quickly, making sure there’s no trace of me left behind. I take the waste from the small trash can beside of her bed. I wouldn’t want Mr. Perfect to find the used, discarded condoms. I take one last look at Lucy’s sleeping form and then leave. I call Dan who answers on the first ring. “Thanks man, you can go if you need to.”

  “I’m all good boss. I’ll follow you back to your apartment and then head off from there.”

  “Did you find out where her lover boy went to?” I ask.

  “He met with a female. They had some dinner and then he went to a hotel alone. An hour later, another female went to his room. The room was booked under his company name and they are still there now.” I’d asked Dan to keep an eye on Noah, I didn’t want him turning up and interrupting us.

  I get into my car, I feel bad for Lucy, she doesn’t deserve to be cheated on but it’s exactly what she’s just done to Noah, although she said she’s always been faithful which I believe. Maybe once this whole thing is over with, she’ll see the ass for what he really is and then get the hell away from him.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Lucy

  Sunday brunch with my mother has become a little too regular for my liking. It was only two weeks since we last did this and now here I am again. When I woke this morning, I was disappointed to see that Tag had left. All trace of him was gone, not that it mattered because Noah still hadn’t returned home when I left to come meet my mother.

  “How would you feel if I was to go and look for my father?” I ask casually.

  She stops stirring her green tea and looks at me with a blank expression. “Why?”

  “Well mainly because he’s my father and I’d like to meet the guy that made me.”

  “Why now?”

  “Why not now?”

  “Lucy do you have to be so irritating. I don’t need you to answer me with a question. You’ve never bothered before so I’d like to know why the sudden interest.”

  “I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about him is all. If I marry Noah, I’d like my real father to be at my wedding. What if he has other children, they’re my brothers and sisters.”

  My mother snorts in disgust, “I’m certain he would have had many other children, he was terrible at, how do I say it…keeping it in his pants.”

  “He cheated?”

  “More than likely. I didn’t stick around to find out. I wouldn’t even know where to tell you to begin looking. Focus on your future darling.”

  “If I still have one. Me and Noah had a huge fight last night. He walked out.”

  “Lucy, why do you insist on upsetting the apple cart. Men like Noah do not like a nagging woman. If you’re not careful, he’ll look elsewhere just like his father has.”

  I glare at her, “Shh,” I whisper looking around. I told her about Emma and Clyde in confidence.

  “I’m just saying that you need to support him more. You’ll end up alone.”

 
“I’m not an ugly old witch mother, I’ll find another man if Noah decides to dump me.”

  “Noah is a good man and he can take care of you, not many men are like him.”

  “Not everything is about money mom. There are other lovely men out there that aren’t rich but are still amazing.”

  “You’re losing your mind if you think a poor man from the east end is going to make you happy. Stop talking nonsense about finding your dead-beat father and leaving Noah for a poor man.”

  I roll my eyes at her dramatics, she never listens. “Can’t you tell me anything about him?”

  “No and even if I could, I wouldn’t because it’s a waste of time. He cruised into my life on his big shiny motorcycle and left the same way. He was more interested in his biker club than me and making a life. I thought he had money but when it came down to it, he had nothing.”

  I don’t push her any further on it, she’s getting irate and upset and so I change the subject to something she loves, herself.

  When I return home later, Noah is in the shower. “Is that you?” he shouts.

  Chucking my keys on the side I go through to the bedroom. The bathroom leads on from there and the door is open with steam billowing out. “If you mean me as in Lucy then yes. We need to talk.”

  “I don’t like the sound of that,” he replies.

  Since waking up all I’ve thought about is what I did. I’ve cheated and that breaks my heart because despite our problems, Noah doesn’t deserve my disloyalty. If I truly loved him then I wouldn’t have done that and it makes me question everything we have together. I watch as he comes into the bedroom rubbing his hair vigorously on his towel. “Where did you stay last night?”

  “In a hotel. I thought we needed time to cool down.”

  “I think we need a break Noah,” I say firmly. I’ve never suggested this before and Noah looks surprised. “You lashed out again and I’m sick of it. One night away doesn’t make things better.”

  “What will our parents say?” he gasps.

  “That’s all you’ve got? I suggest a break and you’re worried about what our fucking parents will say!” I feel hurt that his first reaction wasn’t to beg me to reconsider. “Just get your shit together and leave.”