by Rae B. Lake
“Come on, you can leave the bag in my room, finish out the tour.” On the way to the back of the house I noticed that she didn’t have a television but she did have a corner filled with books, from self-help to smut, a well-rounded reader. My type of girl.
I made it to her bedroom and was surprised to see that this room was also tidy. The room itself was small and barely big enough to hold the both of us but it was sufficient. She had a full-size bed with an intricate headboard made of metal braided slats, very regal looking. Her shoes were in boxes, lined up near the closet. She had a grey, black and red theme going on with her room that I could appreciate. It wasn’t overly feminine but anyone passing through could tell that a woman lives here.
“Well, that’s the grand tour. You can just leave the bag on the bed. I’ll get through it today.” She moved to the side of me close enough for me to get a whiff of her scent. I looked from her to the bed and my mind just shot straight down to the gutter. I could use that headboard to tie her hands to, there were quite a few items in here that would leave a nice mark on the pale skin of her ass, I could use all those decorative pillows to prop her ass up in the correct position so that I would be able to give her all I had without worrying about holding her up. I could make her scream up here and no one would be the wiser. I looked back at her wide blue green eyes and could just envision her staring up at me with tears falling down her cheeks, my dick rammed far enough down her throat to trigger her gag reflex.
Fuck, what I would do to you.
“Did you hear me?” Daria searched my eyes for any recognition. Apparently, she was talking to me while I was off being a fucking perv in my mind and I hadn’t heard her question.
“Er, I’m sorry I was daydreaming. I love your house, it's very inspiring.” That was as clean cut as it was going to get, I mean I didn’t want to scare her off by saying I wanted to fuck her against every suitable surface that was here. That would be too forward.
“Oh wow! Thanks! It took me a while to get it the way that I like but it’s home. I was asking if you wanted a beer or something. I don’t think I have much in the fridge but I should still have one of those.”
“No that’s ok, I have to be on my way.” If I don’t leave now, there is no way she won’t end up naked before the night is over. “I’ll come check on you soon though, you can call me anytime you want. No matter what is happening. If you need me I’m there.” I gave her a solid look and then let myself out of her house, my semi-hard cock making it a bit difficult for me to walk down the stairs comfortably.
Part of me was hoping that she would insist that I stay for a drink to say how thankful she was, to show me extra appreciation but I knew that was just my dominant side coming out. It was a bit of a turn on for me to be praised, what can I say I like my ego rubbed. In fact, I was sure I was going to love anything Daria rubbed for me. One day. Hopefully.
It had been a while since I had set foot back into my own house since the clubhouse was closer to the hospital, but now that Daria was home, I was ready to get a quiet, good night sleep in my own bed. I had a two-story house on the outskirts of town. It had three bedrooms and an attached garage. All of the hardwood flooring was a sandy color, the only exceptions were in the kitchen and bathroom, which had a sparkling white tile. In my living room was a large sixty-inch screen TV, my Blu-rays were arranged in alphabetical order and my knick knacks were minimal. I had a few small pieces just to break up the emptiness in the wall unit. My couches were a deep blood red leather and there was no coffee table because, well that would be clutter.
Everything in my house had a place and everything was always in the right place. My home was a place of pride for me, I knew everything about it. I walked into my master bathroom and turned the faucet in the tub approximately one hundred degrees to the left, which was the perfect position for steamy water but not scalding. I could stand in that shower for hours and be absolutely content with life, in fact that is exactly what I did. I showered for over an hour and by the time I crawled into my bed I was exhausted; my eyes were closed before my head hit the pillow.
The one good thing about knowing my house inside and out? Knowing when something is out of place. At about three in the morning, I woke in a cold sweat. I looked around and nothing seemed to be out of place but I knew that something was wrong. I sat up in bed slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness in my room. I closed my eyes trying to block out the sound of my own breathing and very lightly, more like a whisper on the wind, I could hear footsteps.
You got to be shitting me, someone had the nerve to break into my house?
Immediately, my body jumped straight to predator mode. I got to my feet and placed my back against the wall, making sure not to make any noise or turn on any lights. I quickly made my way to the window and looked out front. There were three bikes and one truck parked outside of my house. If the noises that these guys were making weren’t a dead giveaway, all those vehicles were. The only negative that I could think of was I kept all my silencers down-stairs. I did have my Glock up here but I didn’t want to give up my position especially if there were as many as I thought were here. No, I would have to take them out by hand. Not a problem for me.
I exhaled steadily through my nose; the burn of anticipation pulsed over my skin. My ears heard everything and my eyes had adjusted to the dark. My heartbeat had already intensified, adrenaline pumping through my body. Time to work.
I watched via the gap at the bottom of my door as one person walked by my door without bothering to check if anyone was in the room. The shadow of the invader's foot was long which led me to believe that this person was tall. I waited for a second to see if there was anyone else on his tail but no one followed. I walked to the door and opened it a crack making sure to make enough of noise that the person would come to check it. I stood behind the door, in the corner waiting for whoever it was to give me the opening I needed to take them down.
One foot entered the room, the leg followed, one side of the upper torso and finally he stuck his head in slowly to look around the room.
I struck out immediately, slamming one of my hands straight into his exposed neck. Disable vocal cords. I reached for his head, my nails digging into a mop of stringy and oily hair and I pulled him toward the wall and used my forearm to press into his neck and hold him in place. I was face to face with him, he scratched at my arms and tried to swing at me but I was too close to him and in an awkward position for him to make solid contact. This maneuver would cut off the blood flow to the brain. Unconscious within thirty seconds. I held him there staring into his eyes as he passed out and slumped down to the floor. I quietly moved back over to my bed and took the zip ties out of the bedside table and used one to keep him restrained. I didn’t have anything to keep him silent but I was sure I would be through the house before he woke up.
I waited another few seconds to see if anyone else was going to come up and check on the downed man, when no one did I walked out into the hall making sure to stay to the darker parts of the shadows. I held my breath, moving quietly. Someone was in the hall with me. I caught a glimpse of the gleaming metal knife in his hand, hanging useless in his fingers. His back was to me so he had no idea that I was already on him until it was too late. From behind, I pressed the meaty part of my forearm against his mouth to stifle any sounds he might make, grabbing the hand with the weapon I twisted his wrist enough to hear the popping of his carpal bones dislocating and I buried the blade through the side of his neck. Severed carotid artery, lacerated esophagus and windpipe, he will bleed out in seconds.
I waited until the gurgling stopped and let him slip down my body and onto the floor, the crimson liquid still pulsing out of the fatal wound in his neck leaving a pool under him. I looked into the last remaining room on the top floor, finding it empty.
“Capri, anyone up there?” A voice whispered up the stairs.
I didn’t want to show myself yet, I had no idea how many were here, but I was running out of time. The elem
ent of surprise would soon no longer be my advantage. On quiet bare feet, I ran back over to the dead man on my floor and picked him up, my front to his back. I walked us both over to the top of the stairs so when whoever was down there looked up they would see their friend instead of me. It was a diversion and the best one I had for the moment.
“Grit, what the hell is up with you man?” The man at the bottom of the stairs called out a little louder when he got a view of his friend. It was still dark so he had no idea that his friend was injured or the extent of those injuries, which also meant he had no idea that he was dead. I heaved the body down the stairs with all the strength that I had.
“What the fuck!” The man at the bottom of the stairs screamed out, one second he was talking to his friend the next a dead bloody corpse was laying on top of him.
I bolted down the stairs and stopped for a quick second to listen to my surroundings, blocking out the sound of the man on the ground asking for someone to get his buddy Grit the hell off him. I used my barefoot to stomp straight into the soft part of his face. The squelch of teeth popping out his mouth muted the previous cries. I brought my foot down again. Again and again.
I hear the boom of footfalls.
Two more, here they come.
I turned just as a shorter man ran up on me, he drew his weapon.
Disarm the assailant.
I grabbed his gun, using my left palm to push away his arm and my right hand to tear the gun from his grip. I quickly ejected the magazine and removed the slide from the weapon rendering the gun useless. A quick elbow to the bridge of the nose caused blood to pour in rivers down his face as he tried to cradle his now broken nose with both his hands. Turning him so that he was now unbalanced and falling forward, I used his momentum to shove the sharper surface of the guns’ slide through his eye. Instant brain death.
Second assailant closing in. I ducked a wild haymaker. I pivoted my foot so the power of my legs went into the blow I landed to his stomach. A rush of beer tinged air blew out of his mouth but he swung again. I dodged his punch grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back. The mere girth of the limb made it hard for me to keep my grip. He swung his head back, a resounding crack in my ears as blood poured from my nose and lights danced in front of my eyes. I released his arm, pushing him forward to give my body a second to regroup. A second was all I had, he roared like a beast in a cage and charged straight at me. He had at least forty pounds on me so I knew I would have a hard time if he managed to get me to the ground, he would overpower me and I would need to think quick or lose. Take out the leading body part. I watched as he charged me, his head down, fists pumping at his sides. I swung at the perfect moment, an uppercut that completely stopped him in his tracks and forced him to stand up straight. I straightened my arms out to the side and clapped my hands together with all my might right on his ears causing him to grab his head and stumble, unable to keep his balance after my palms had just disturbed his equilibrium. Advance. I got back in my stance, both hands up and began to pepper his face with jabs. One, two, one, two. He wasn’t fighting back anymore but he was still up, therefore still a threat. I grabbed a white marble bookend that I classified as a knick knack off the wall unit from behind me and swung blunt side down straight into his temple. He folded to the ground like a cartoon character. Blood leaked from his ear and a large portion of his orbital bone raised against the skin of his face, making him look deformed. I watched for a second to see if he would get back up but there was no movement.
I waited for a second to see if anyone else would pop out, but everyone was either down or unconscious. I looked at the man in front of me and just as we all feared, he was wearing a Rolling Cobras patch. They were coming for us. It was smart to try to catch us alone, but with my years of hand to hand combat, they should have brought more men.
I raced back up the stairs to my room, the adrenaline starting to wear off. I had to get the hell out of dodge and warn my crew. If they were coming for me, that meant they were coming for the rest of the Wings. We had to be ready. I got to my room only to find the longhaired Rolling Cobra member wriggling on the floor trying to get out of his binds. Immediately, I assessed the threat. There was none. I was going to leave him there until he opened his dirty fucking mouth.
“You’re a fucking dead man.” He laughed hoarsely, “You think this was over when you killed Cleve? You think you ended it? You have no idea what the fuck you're dealing with, no clue how deep in the shit you all really are. You didn’t do anything but take off our chains, you set us free.” He wheezed in another deep breath, “Now we are going to take you all out, starting with you and that pretty virgin bitch you been hanging around.” He laughed again and I saw red. I was on him before he could take his next breath. I punched and punched until I could no longer lift my arm and there was nothing left of his head besides shattered bones that used to be facial bones encased in a face like covering.
I sucked in a deep breath, a new mission on my mind. There was no way that I was going to let anything happen to Daria. Not after everything I had already done to disrupt her life. I grabbed a towel from the closet and wiped most of the blood that I could see off my body. I pulled out the first thing I touched from my closet, threw on my shit kickers and ran outside. I startled when the truck that was parked with the bikes suddenly revved its engine and peeled off.
Fuck, I missed one.
I jumped into my truck and sped off in the opposite direction, as much as I wanted to hunt down that bastard who decided it was a good idea to come into my goddamn home and try and take me out, I had to get to Daria.
I picked up the phone, making sure to keep a good eye on the road ahead of me, and punched in Wire’s number.
“Speak.” A gruff voice answered on the second ring.
“Brother, shit’s hitting the fan.”
“Archer?” Wire asked a bit confused, clearly had just woken up.
“Nah man, it’s the fucking tooth fairy. Yes, it’s fucking Archer. Wake the hell up.” I skidded onto a back road going at least double the speed limit.
“What the fuck man, it’s four in the damn morning.”
“The Cobras are coming, brother.”
There was no response.
“Wire did you hear me? Shit is going down, now!” I turned to get to the underpass.
“What the fuck are you talking about? How do you know?”
“Well, the five dead bastards with Rolling Cobras kuttes in my house was a pretty big hint.”
“Shit, five?”
I could hear Wire moving around now.
“Yeah man, I’m going to need someone to go over there and clean that shit up. I can only imagine how hard that shit’s going to be to get out of my floors.”
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll get the laundry men out there. You hurt?”
“Nah bro, I’m good.” I swiped at my face, there was still a bunch of blood on my face but thankfully my nose wasn’t broken, “But before I killed that last asshole he said some shit. Made it sound like it was open seasons on the Wings. You need to get everyone to the club. Make sure there are no casualties.”
“Yeah, I’m already on it. Get to the club now.”
Shit, I can’t. Daria won’t come and she isn’t my old lady.
“Fuck man, I can’t.” I pounded the heel of my hand on the steering wheel. This was going to be a problem.
“The fuck you mean, you can’t. We need to get our shit together.”
“I know brother but I got something to do.”
“Nah, what you have to do is get to the clubhouse. What the hell is more important than your life. Because that is what is on the line right now, your life.”
I took in a breath, my answer already firmly planted on my tongue. I didn’t even have to think twice about it. “Daria.”
“Daria? Who the fuck is that? You’re worried about a girl right now? Are you serious?”
“Oh, fuck you man, would you leave Keeley or Lily?”
There was dead silence at the end of the line. Everyone who knew Wire knew that Keeley was his princess, his life, there was no way in hell that he was leaving her or their baby girl anywhere there was danger.
“I’m going to chalk it up to you having a traumatic night that you think you can talk to me like that and not get fucked up, and no, I wouldn’t leave them for nothing. Do what you got to do, I expect to see you by morning.” With that, he hung up the phone not even waiting for a response.
Three minutes later I was parking across the street from Daria’s complex. It wasn’t even dawn and I was about to ring her bell. How the hell was I going to explain this one?
Chapter 16
I sat in front of Daria’s complex for at least twenty minutes to make sure that no one had followed me. Once I was satisfied that no one was on my tail, I made my way to her unit. I made sure to wipe my face as good as possible to get the rest of the blood off but I was going to tell her that my house was broken into and that they were able to get some of my things which is why I couldn’t go to a hotel.
I knew the only way that I was going to be able to keep her safe was if I could keep her in my sight or at least in a secured area at all times. She didn’t have to go out for work and I could easily get someone to come to sit outside her house to make sure that no one decided to pay her a visit but I had to find a way to get her to agree to me spending the night tonight.
Back to the lying.
I knocked on the door but before I could get through the first round of knocks the door swung open. No one asked who it was or even stopped to check the peephole, they just opened the door to a total stranger.
“Oh yes, exactly what I need right now.” A tall blonde haired woman slithered right up to me and rubbed her hands up and down my chest. It was very aggressive and I didn’t like it one bit.
“Umm do I know you?” It was an honest question. I felt like I’d seen her before maybe once or twice at one of the club parties? I know we didn’t fuck though, she was far from my type.
