by G N Wright
“How many dicks can you take?” twat one adds, and I see red but as if Lincoln can read my mind, he clamps a hand on my shoulder and shakes his head at me.
“Not now, brother, trust her.”
“Oh, you would be surprised by the things I can do to two men at the same time,” she replies to them, making a show of running a finger along the neckline of her top, tracing her breasts with it, forcing both of their attention to her tits. I am grinding my teeth so fucking hard I am surprised they can’t hear it.
She uses their distraction to move towards them, moving a hand behind her back to grip the blade there and the action just pushes her tits out more. They are entranced. She keeps moving towards them seductively, swaying her hips and twat one moves towards her finally getting in her space. She uses her free hand to grip his waist above where his gun sits, a tactical placement I'm sure. She cocks her head to the side-tracking twat number two who seems to finally be on board as he takes a step towards her and she smiles. She leans up on her toes to whisper into the first guard's ear and I watch as his face transforms from excitement to confusion.
It happens so fast I barely catch it; her blade is embedded in the throat of twat two and she wastes no time ducking to grab the other blade strapped to her leg. The guys and I move in sync to help her, but we barely make it a few steps before she grabs his arm and swings him away from her in a similar move she used on me when she broke my finger a couple of weeks ago. She doesn’t give him the chance to retaliate before she grips the blade and slices his throat from behind and then moves back so his body can drop to the floor next to his friend’s.
Holy fuck. She turns around as we get to her and is completely unphased about the two murders she just committed. She looks to Linc first and for the first time I am envious that I haven’t been by her side from the beginning doing this. They communicate silently again, and he pulls his phone out and taps away a couple of times.
“Someone fucking speak to me,” Asher yells into the earpiece and Elle smiles.
“Donuts,” she replies, and he curses and now it’s Lincs turn to laugh.
“Fucking donuts,” he curses again as Jace and I look at each other confused but apparently there is no time for explanations, as she ducks down and starts searching the two bodies. She unclips their weapons and Lincoln takes them and stuffs them in a bag, I hadn’t even noticed. She also removes an earpiece and walkie talkie and plugs it into the ear that doesn’t have Ash in. She listens intently and then motions for us to follow her.
She moves to open the door but Linc grabs her and pushes her aside and she rolls her eyes “Don’t piss me off, Superman,” she whisper-shouts at him.
“Just let me check it out okay, King?” he smiles back at her affectionately and she huffs but moves back to let him get to the door fully. Just as he is about to open it Donovan speaks.
“Careful help, my intel says there are at least four more guys around somewhere,” he warns into our ears with no emotion and that affectionate smile turns into a devilish smirk on Lincs face.
“Don’t worry about me, dark prince. I can handle myself,” he retorts.
“Want him to show you how, Donovan?” Jace cuts in with a smirk of his own and Elle muffles a laugh as Asher exhales a breath.
“Fucking Rebels,” he curses and for the first time since we left the house, I find myself smiling too.
We wait as Lincoln pulls open the lock on the container and sneaks inside. He is only in there a few seconds before he comes back out pushing the door open fully so we can all see inside.
It’s empty.
Chapter 27
ELLE
Istare in confusion and disbelief at the empty container. What the fuck? We’re too late.
That thought doesn’t get time to transform into anything else before a bullet is whizzing past my head and hitting the side of the container. I don’t get a chance to react before I am being slammed to the floor with Linc’s body covering mine as he pulls his weapon and fires in the direction it came from.
“What the fuck?” I hear Jace shout. I turn my head to see him and Marcus laying on the floor next to us, both with a gun in hand. They are taking shots but without training, they are sloppy and going wide, but I’m still grateful to have them here. I need my own gun back and I reach my arm behind me to pat down Lincoln until I feel it.
I whip it from his side, aim and fire without even blinking. With all four of us now shooting the fire stops coming but that doesn’t make me feel better. No that only means one thing, they are moving in on us.
“Get up, move,” I order quickly. Lincoln rolls off me and we all jump to our feet and slink our bodies, so they are plush with the container. “Crab Sticks,” I mutter into the mic on my top and Asher curses and I hear tapping away.
“Okay, you’ve got six guys coming up on you, they are spread wide, fuck,” he taps away some more and then adds in a pained voice, “you need to split up.”
I don’t think before I dash away from them as fast as I can, that was my only option, otherwise I would have had to battle with Marcus over it and we don’t have time for that shit right now. I hear four sets of cursing in my ear but then it goes quiet and I know they have followed suit.
“Watch your backs,” I whisper as I move into the shadows cast by the containers and pause. I remove the earpiece and listen intently. There is a slight rustle that could just be the wind, but I listen closer and it happens again. Someone is coming. I take a deep breath and put my earpiece in my pocket and prepare to fight. I need to be able to concentrate and not have Ash barking orders in my ear.
When I feel the presence get closer, I take a peek and another bullet is fired past my head. Fuck. I grip my pistol and duck low as I lean back out and fire two shots in quick succession and one hits my target right in the chest and he stumbles to the ground, but before I can feel relief I am kicked hard from behind.
“Fucking little bitch!” The hard voice hits my ear as my face smashes into the ground. Fuck that hurts. I turn at the same time he steps over me with a sinister smile on his face. He goes to take another step closer, but I pull the blade from my ankle and plunge it into his thigh, he falters with a curse. I crawl out from under him and I can hear the bullets being fired in the background, but I have to ignore that. I stand but my head is pounding, and I am dizzy as fuck, so I stumble into the side of the container.
My assailant pulls my knife out and throws it to the ground next to where he kicked my gun and locks eyes with me smiling thinking I’m unarmed. He crowds into me “Tell me if this hurts,” he taunts.
“You tell me,” I reply as I plunge the knife from my waistband into his gut. He gurgles and blood chokes out of his mouth. His stare goes from defiant to pleading but I don’t let it deter me, I twist the knife in his stomach determined to cause as much damage as possible. When he finally gives up the fight and slumps to the floor, I lean back against the container and try to catch my breath.
I look around trying to listen for anyone else, but I can’t hear anything. I move slowly and pull the blade from his gut and wipe it off on my pants before slipping it back at my waist and retrieving my other from the floor and doing the same. I pick up my gun and step back against the container to take another look around as the ringing of a phone startles me. I pick it up, ignoring my blood-soaked hands and press the answer button and place it to my ear.
“I told you not to underestimate her,” Elliot Donovan's commanding voice booms down the line.
“You were right in that assessment,” I reply, deciding there is no point in this game of smoke and mirrors any longer. He knew I was coming, so it’s time to stop playing games. There is a slight pause before he responds.
“Miss King,” he starts, and he does not sound pleased, “How lovely to speak with you again.”
“I wish I could say the same,” I reply, trying to slow my breathing down and calm the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I look around trying to find someone else to kill or one of
my guys. Fuck, I hope they are okay, they have to be okay.
“You are making big mistakes, Elle, stop this now before it goes any further,” he threatens in a sickly-sweet tone like we are talking about something as casual as the weather.
“No, Elliot,” I grit his name past my teeth, “the only one who made a mistake around here is you.” A noise to my left startles me and I whip my gun in that direction to find all three Rebels coming my way. I breathe a silent sigh of relief and Lincoln nods telling me all threats are neutralized so I turn my focus back to Elliot. “You made a mistake when you thought you could take from me without regret, but trust me Mr. Donovan, I will make you regret the day you were born.” My tone is calm which is the exact opposite to how I am feeling right now, “All your men are dead. Watch your back, I’m coming.” I don’t wait for him to respond before I end the call and throw the phone to the floor and stomp on it.
I don’t even get a chance to take a breath before Marcus is on me. He slams back against the container and cups my face kissing me breathless. I taste blood, I’m not sure if it’s his or mine, but even the tangy coppery taste couldn't stop me from kissing him right now.
He pulls back and presses his head to mine with his eyes pressed tightly closed. “Don’t ever fucking do that to me again, Ells,” he says, as he opens his eyes and locks our gazes. He looks at my face and grimaces before tracing a finger across my eyebrow and a thumb across my lip and I wince, “You okay, baby?” he asks gently.
“I’m fine,” I nod, hoping to reassure him when fine is the fucking opposite of what I am feeling right now. Elliot knew we were coming which means somewhere along the way we have slipped up.
“This was a trap,” I say and all three of them exchange a worried glance.
“Will you please speak to your bestie, and calm him down?” Jace pleads and I remember the earpiece in my pocket.
I reach for it and place it back in my ear for me to catch the end of Ash’s rant, “...if I don’t hear her voice in five fucking seconds, I will murder all three of you and paint the fucking walls with your insides,” he seethes, and I snort.
“Donuts,” I say calmly but it doesn’t have the effect I’d hoped.
“Donuts fucking donuts, don’t ever fucking do that to me again, Elle, or I swear to god I will kidnap you and lock you up until every one of our enemies is dead,” he yells and all three Rebels smirk.
“Are you done?” I ask and he huffs at me before he replies with a gruffed yeah. “Okay we have,” I pause looking to Linc and he holds up his hand with four fingers, “Eight bodies in total that need to disappear, make sure all feeds are wiped and then go home, Elliot knew we were coming, I need to know how.”
“Already on it, get out of there,” he snaps, losing his cool again but I know it’s just his worry about what occurred here. Before I can respond he speaks again more calmly, “Go back to the South Side with them, last thing we need is someone finding out where you live.”
He doesn’t have to say what he truly means. The last thing we need is for someone to discover Cassie. That is the only thing that matters to me. I could be killed here and now, and I know Cassie would be taken care of. I have so many contingency plans in place when it comes to my daughter, that I don’t have to worry about anything happening to me. I could take her and run, hell, I could have never come back here, and no one would have ever found us, but then what? Could I have lived without guilt and regret? Knowing that my rapist walks free and continues to commit heinous crimes. Knowing that at any time he could accidentally stumble on us. I wasn’t willing to leave that up to chance. Some things are worth the risk and for her I would risk it all. For her I would risk dying just so she can live.
“Okay,” I agree, nodding looking to the guys. “let’s go.”
“What about these?” Jace asks, gesturing to the dead bodies.
“I have someone who will take care of that,” I reply gesturing vaguely to the bodies. I don’t get into the deal about the team of guys Zack keeps on standby. All I know is when I call, they turn up and clean up the mess. They are the type of people I could have got to do all my dirty work, but that would be too easy. I want to be the one to make these sick fucks bleed. So, I am happy to have them handle the cleanup and nothing else.
“Of course, you do,” Jace mutters and Lincoln laughs. Marcus is silent beside me and I can only imagine the shit running through his head right now. I mean it’s one thing to tell someone the things you have done and another thing to witness it. I told him I wanted revenge and how I’ve been getting it, but that is not the same as finding me after I killed four men without thought.
We make our way back to the car quietly, all of us continuously looking around, waiting for more people to come for us. The tension is so thick I can almost see it. When we reach the car, I take stock of us all and see none of us have escaped any bloodshed. I have blood dripping from my eyebrow and lip, it coats my chest and is soaked into my pants. Lincoln has a few speckles on his neck, Jace’s shirt is damp from it and Marcus has his fists coated in it. We look like we just took part in a sacrifice together, what a team.
I look to Lincoln in concern, but he just shakes his head “Just get in we will sort it out later,” he says, before opening the door and getting behind the wheel. We all follow suit except when I go to climb in the front Marcus grabs me and pulls me into him and gives Jace a look. Without a word he moves up and slides into the passenger seat. Marcus opens the back door and slides inside pulling me along with him, until I am straddling his lap and his arms cage me to his body, like he doesn’t ever want to let me go. We pull out of the shadows and are on our way before Lincoln turns on the stereo and music filters into the car.
Marcus pulls back and before he can say anything, I kiss him. I push my hands into his hair and pull hard to tilt his head to mine. He groans into my mouth and I swallow it down using it to slip my tongue into his mouth until it tangles with his. The tang of blood isn’t unexpected this time and I relish in the taste of it, the taste of him. His hands are splayed across my back as he tries to pull me closer, but our bodies are already so tight against each other that there is no space between us. I feel the ache in the pit of my stomach with my need for him and grind against him to try find some relief. I feel him harden beneath me and it spurs me on to know I can have that effect on him. I press into him more, moving my hips back and forth, and when he groans again the music conveniently gets louder drawing out any other sounds that might occur.
I try to roll my hips again and his hands move to grab me by the hips, my top has come untucked in all the commotion, so his touch burns against my bare skin. His calloused fingers grip me, no doubt leaving blood stains on my skin, but I don’t care. He pulls back and looks at me, his stare is dark and full of desire, and it only turns me on more. He flicks his eyes over my shoulder and then back to me before kissing me again. Moving his mouth across my jaw and down my neck biting and sucking gently and I clench my thighs on either side of him. I feel his smirk against my skin as he moves his mouth up to my ear.
“Need something, baby?” he asks, I’m nodding before he can even finish speaking, he laughs “then be quiet.” His hands come up and he pulls my bra down, thrusting my tits out into his face before I can even protest. Not that I would. His mouth latches onto me as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth while his fingers pinch my other. Fuck. I can’t believe what we are doing on the back seat while’ Jace and Lincoln are sitting not even three feet away, but I don't fucking care. His mouth on me feels fucking divine and after how gentle he has been with me all week the feel of his teeth biting into my nipple is exactly what I need. He continues his assault on my tits as he alternates between licking, sucking, biting, and pinching both nipples until I am a writhing mess above him and without even a touch to my clit, I am coming hard muffling my moans into his shoulder as he finally slows his tongue. He kisses his way back up my chest and neck until he reaches my lips and gives me one last kiss.
W
hen I come down from my orgasm, I realize the car has stopped and we are parked in the guys’ garage at their house and the front seats are empty. I smile at that, but when I lock eyes with Marcus the dark lustful stare has disappeared and instead. I find restraint and confusion invades the post-orgasm haze. He opens the door and steps out with me gripped to him before he settles me on the floor, then turning and walking inside leaving me staring after him. What the hell?
After my shock subsides, I go after him but by the time I make it to the living room he is nowhere to be seen. However, Jace and Linc are standing by the island in the kitchen.
“We’re ordering pizza,” Lincoln says. “Shower and bag your clothes. We can eat and talk after,” he adds and it’s only then I remember my blood-soaked clothes and cringe a little at what I just did in them and I’m not talking about the murders.
“Where did he go?” I ask in response.
“He’s probably gone to jack off in the shower after that back-seat performance,” Jace smiles gleefully and I blush hard.
“Shut the fuck up,” Linc scolds him but he just shrugs and winks at me and I shake my head even though I smile. Only Jace could get away with saying shit like that.
“You’re lucky I like you, pretty boy,” I tease.
“Oh. trust me, Queenie, I know, I’ve seen what you can do with a blade,” he replies with a laugh, but I can tell tonight took its toll on him. This is just his mask in place hiding the darkness that resides inside him. I drop my smile and move until I am in front of him.
“You okay?” I say with a serious tone and he blanches slightly.
“Of course, I am,” he replies, and I notice Lincoln disappearing from the room in my peripheral, giving us some privacy.
“Jace Conrad, you listen to me,” I start reaching up to put a hand on his shoulder, “you never have to hide your feelings with me okay? You’re happy then be happy, sad, mad, fucking horny, I don’t care as long as you feel it, don’t hide away behind your jokes because it’s easier than dealing with this shit.”
