Rubbed Raw (Triple Threat Book 2)

by Bella Jeanisse

  “Hi, bitch.” He glared at me for a few seconds before turning to Giovanni. “Did she cheat on you, too?”

  I exhaled loudly.

  Giovanni seemed a bit confused. “That’s why you guys broke up? Wait a minute. Why the fuck do I care? You never treated her right.”

  “Yes, I did. She was fucking Chad the whole time, you know.” Noah folded his arms and stood with his back to Chad who had gotten up.

  Giovanni stared at him. “There’s no way in hell that’s the whole story. She was never happy with you. I saw it with my own eyes.”

  Chad smiled. “Do you know why she was fucking me?” He looked at everyone who was listening, which had become a big crowd.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Noah shouted.

  Giovanni was looking from Chad to Noah. “Why should he? Is there something I should know? Did you hurt her more than I think you did?”

  “He couldn’t make her cum,” Chad told the crowd. “I fucked her while he was on the phone all the time. I had no problem pleasing her, ever!”

  Noah turned around and shoved Chad into a table behind him. “You fucking piece of shit!”

  “Fuck you!” Chad got up and shoved him back. “Crystal’s been mine a long time. I ain’t never giving her up!”

  Giovanni grabbed Chad. “She’s mine now!” Then he hit him again.

  “Oh, great!” Mark said. “Come on, Phil.”

  Then they were all throwing punches. Chad took the most hits, yet he was still shouting insults and bitching at Giovanni for my bruised ass.

  “Please stop!” I cried out as tears fell down my cheeks.

  A hand landed on my back. “They’re not gonna listen.” Chris pulled me back a bit. “Shit. The cops are here.”

  Soon, I watched from my knees as they were separated and handcuffed. My tears came so fast, my vision wasn’t clear. However, I could see blood on all of them, mostly on their faces.

  “Please don’t take them away,” I begged the officer closest to me.

  Chad looked at me. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Shut up!” Giovanni shouted at him as he tried to pull away from the officer holding him.

  Chad and Giovanni were yanked back, groaning in pain.

  “Cut it out!” an officer standing in front of them commanded. It felt unreal.

  As Giovanni was pushed toward the exit, he yelled, “Chris, take care of her. I love you, Crystal. I’m so sorry.”

  Chris helped me up off the floor and hugged me. “It’s gonna be OK.”

  Then a young woman came to me with tissues and a wet rag. I looked at the rag. “What’s that for?”

  “You have blood on you,” she explained.

  I was crying so much, I couldn’t find it. Chris took the cloth and blotted my cheek, my neck and the sleeve of my blouse. I was so wrapped up in the fear they would kill each other, I hadn’t even it felt it hit me. I looked up at him and suddenly started sobbing.

  Then Chris took out his phone as he held my head against his shoulder. I listened to the one-sided conversation. “Tommy, look—I got a huge problem.” “No, man, it’s serious.” “Shut up and listen. Chad, Giovanni, Mark and Phil all got arrested.” “I’m not kidding.” “Yeah, it was over her.” “Look, man—I don’t care. I got two vans out in Brooklyn, all our shit to pack up and Crystal hysterical in my arms.”

  “You guys gotta clear your stuff outta here,” someone told Chris.

  He moved a bit. “I’m getting help now. I’m so sorry for this.” He sighed. “Tommy, can you get me some help? And I gotta figure out a lawyer. This fucking blows.”

  It took over two hours, but Tommy came with Jon, Vince and Sam. Jon immediately went in search of the manager. He had on jeans and a plain blue T-shirt with a baseball cap pulled down low, most likely to hide who he was. Tommy, on the other hand, was dressed up: nice slacks; button-down shirt and black shoes, but with sunglasses and a black fedora. He looked nothing like himself, yet sexier than ever.

  Tommy took me into his arms as the others packed up our stuff. “Babe, we’re gonna take care of it. OK?”

  I wasn’t sure they could, but I quietly replied, “OK.”

  He held onto me as I fought a new wave of tears. I wondered if Giovanni and Chad would ever get along again. If they couldn’t, the album and the band were done for. Along with that, would go our dreams. I clung to him for a long time.

  Then suddenly there was a hand on my back. “Crystal, I settled it with the owner,” Jon said. “They’re not pressing charges, and I paid off the damages.” When I turned to him, he added, “I’ll make them get along. This happens all the time with Dean and, well, all of us. Dean’s a real sleaze sometimes.”

  “Sometimes?” Tommy balked. “He fucked—”

  Jon interrupted him, “Don’t bring that up again. I haven’t hit him for it yet.”

  “But she’s your sister.”

  “Shut the fuck up about it, Tommy. We got bigger problems now. My friend down at the precinct told me they’re already on their way downtown. He has no idea why. We shoulda had more time. It’s Friday night. If they don’t get arraigned in the next couple of hours, we gotta come back Monday.”

  My breath caught in my throat. “Monday?” I squeaked.

  “Babe, relax.” Tommy hugged me. “He didn’t mean it’ll happen, just that it could.”

  After a few minutes, Sam was at Jon’s side. “One of you guys got the keys to the vans? Chris ain’t got ’em.”

  I looked at him and wiped my tears away. “Chad and Giovanni have them.”

  “OK.” Sam smirked. “Time to do my thing, and then.” Jon and Tommy smiled as he walked away.

  “Um, what’s his thing?” I asked, confused.

  Tommy stifled a laugh. “I don’t think you wanna know.”

  “Yeah,” Jon added. “Sam’s from the South Bronx and learned a few things that come in handy sometimes on the road.” Then he left us, walking toward the exit.

  When Sam came back and grabbed an amplifier, I understood.

  “They’ll never know,” Tommy whispered.

  I lifted my head off his shoulder. “Know what?”

  “I know you’re worried how Sam got in,” he explained. “He does it clean, no evidence. You wouldn’t believe how many times someone’s locked the keys inside a rental car. He knows what he’s doing, OK?” He stroked my hair. “Come sit in my car. I’ll put on some quiet music and maybe you can relax.”

  He held me around the shoulders as we walked out of the bar. Vince, Sam and Chris were still loading drums into Giovanni’s van. Jon was standing near them talking on his phone. Tommy turned me away from them and we strode around the corner.

  We stopped in front of a metallic black SUV on cool-looking 20-inch rims. I pictured him owning a sports car, so I was surprised to say the least. Then I looked at it. It was a BMW X5. I had never seen one in person, only at the car show that year.

  I loved cars, and I got excited as he opened the passenger door. When I sat down, I looked all over. The black leather seats were so comfortable, and it seemed that he got every option available. When he slid in behind the wheel, he started it up. The blasting stereo startled me.

  Tommy quickly lowered the volume. “Sorry. When I drive, I try to drown out the rest of the world.”

  I reclined the seat a bit more, sat back and closed my eyes. “This is a nice car, but I kinda expected you to have something a bit more… uh… like you.”

  “What? Like a Corvette?” He laughed. “I got five cars. This got the biggest backseat, so I thought it was a good idea to bring it.” His hand ran up my thigh and stopped just under my skirt. “Can I help you relax a bit more?”

  I exhaled loudly. “I can’t.”

  He slowly slid his hand up and soon grabbed my inner thigh.

  “Ow!” I cried out as he touched a bruise.

  He pulled his hand away. “He hurt you again?” Then he groaned. “That’s what the fight’s about? You told Chad he roughed you up again?”
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  “No.” Tears started to fall. “He pulled up my skirt.”

  Tommy touched my cheek and wiped away a tear. “Why’s Giovanni so rough with you?”

  “We like it,” I replied softly, sniffling. “Chad just doesn’t understand.”

  “No. He’s jealous and protective of you.” He sighed. “This fight ain’t over, and then. Chad ain’t gonna give up, and I bet Giovanni hates that.”

  My tears fell faster. I looked out the side window. “Everything’s falling apart.”

  “It’ll work out somehow.” He turned my face to his and softly kissed my lips. “Let me help. Please.”

  He kissed me a few more times, and I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to forget the fight and maybe being alone until Monday. When his hand slipped under my blouse, I pulled back. He didn’t stop though, just ran his hand over my bra and squeezed my breast.

  “A good fuck’ll make you feel better, babe. Really,” Tommy promised.

  Jon knocking hard on the window made me jump. I hit the down button. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with her. Get your hand off her tit.”

  “Why do you always spoil my fun?” Tommy sat back in the driver’s seat again. “Have you seen her tits? They’re perfect.”

  Jon exhaled loudly. “Tom, we got things to do.” He opened my door and put his hand out to me. “You’re riding with me. I don’t trust him alone with you so long. He’ll convince you his dick’ll solve everything, and then Giovanni’ll be after him, too.”

  “What about the vans?”

  Jon helped me out of the SUV. “Vince and Sam already left.” Then Chris appeared behind him. Jon told him, “Ride with Tommy.” Jon rushed me away from them, down the block. “He didn’t upset you by touching you, did he?”

  “No,” I admitted. “I’m fine.”

  Then he took his keys out, and I heard the beep of his car. Again, I was surprised. He brought a Cadillac STS sedan. It was really nice and dark red, but I had expected more.

  Jon watched me stare at the car. “You were expecting a Lamborghini?”

  “Um… well… I don’t know, but definitely not a family car.” I looked up at him. “Do you got five cars too?”

  He smiled. “I got a bike and four cars. One’s a Corvette. Does that make you feel better?”

  “It’s just you guys got money. So I assumed you had fancy cars.”

  “A Caddy ain’t fancy enough for you?”

  “It is.” I sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s been a shitty day.”

  “It’s OK.” Then he hugged me, gently. “I’ll fix this somehow. Don’t you worry.”

  * * *

  The courthouse was loud and busy. Chris kept an arm around my waist and pulled me closer when people were passing us. Soon we got to the end of the hall. Jon took off his hat and started looking at the lists of names posted.

  After going through them all, he looked at me. “Not yet.” Then he left us and walked toward a group of policemen. One of them smiled at him, and they shook hands. I wondered if he was a fan or someone Jon really knew.

  When several new lists had come out and none of their names was on them, I started to get nervous. How long will this take?

  Chris pulled my head to his chest. “If worst comes to worst, you come home with me. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

  That made me cry. I grabbed the back of his shirt and let the flood of tears flow. He just stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. After a while, my feet started to hurt, so I shifted my legs carefully.

  “Wanna take your boots off?” Tommy asked as he came up next to me.

  I turned to him. “The floor’s nasty. I’d rather suffer.”

  “Then just go sit,” he suggested.

  Chris didn’t wait for a response. He guided me to an empty group of seats. Then he took my shoulders in his as he almost pushed me down. I winced as my ass hit the chair.

  “Ooh, Crystal. I’m sorry.” Chris touched my cheek. “No wonder Chad’s pissed. He hurt you pretty bad, huh?” He sighed when I didn’t reply, and then said, “It’ll be a while. I’m gonna see if Jon found anything out.”

  Then Tommy positioned himself in front of me. “Daaamn. What a nice view,” he quietly said as he looked down at me, his glasses lifted.

  I followed his eyes. Sitting down made a lot more cleavage show. I tried to pull my blouse up a bit, but it was no use. Almost half of my breasts were exposed. “What do we do about a lawyer?”

  “Jon got it all taken care of.”

  Then a man in a business suit called out, “Mr. Fischer.” Tommy turned and walked about a foot away from me to talk with him.

  There was a young redheaded woman with him who came toward me. She put a hand on my shoulder. “Hi, I’m Preston.” We shook hands. “Don’t worry. It’s just a bar fight. We’ll get them out tonight.”

  “Thanks.” I felt a little relieved as she walked away.

  “How much for 20 minutes?” Slowly, I turned toward the voice. A young man was sitting next to me. He looked me over. “You look expensive though. Do you give out free samples?” His hand moved to my bare thigh.

  I quickly shouted, “Tommy!”

  He was at my side in an instant. “Hey. Back off, buddy.”

  The man stood up, towering over Tommy. “Why? You her pimp?”

  “If you touch the lady one more time, you’ll never use that hand again,” Jon suddenly said from behind the guy.

  He turned around and looked up at Jon, who had at least six inches on him. “Sorry, dude.” Then he walked away.

  Chris sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. “Sorry, I left you.”

  I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I couldn’t wait for the night to be over. “I’m fine. He just made a mistake.”

  After about an hour, Jon said, “Hey, Phil and Mark are supposed to be up in the next group. Just stay here. I’ll make sure they get bail or whatever.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I always help my friends.” He smiled and lightly touched my shoulder, and then disappeared into a courtroom.

  Chris kissed my cheek, and then called out, “Tommy.” He had been checking the most recent list, but he came to us right away. “I gotta take a piss. Stay with her.”

  They switched places, and Tommy hugged me. “It’s gonna be soon. OK? If Mark and Phil are ready, they will be, too.”

  I was trembling a bit with the worry that the court would shut down before they got to them. I had heard a few lawyers and police officers say it was running later than usual. I also heard the holding cells were overcrowded, and they wanted to clear out as many cases as possible. That meant they had a chance.

  After a few minutes, I tapped Tommy. “I gotta pee, too.” When I stood up, he picked up my hand and led me down the hall.

  Chris passed us. “I’m gonna go see what’s up with the guys.”

  Tommy took me to the men’s room. With his hand on the middle of my back, he ushered me past a few men staring at me. He walked into a handicapped stall with me. “I ain’t taking a chance again.”

  “I can’t go with you watching,” I protested.

  He turned away, looked at the wall and covered his ears. “I can’t hear or see a thing. Just go.”

  I laughed quietly. He was trying to be a gentleman it seemed. “Don’t look.” Then when I was finished and had washed my hands, I touched his back. “I’m done.”

  He lowered his hands and turned around. “So, now…”

  Then he quickly got me up against the wall. He pressed his lips to mine. Holding my ass in his hands, he ground his stiff cock into my pelvis. I was almost as startled as the very first time he got me alone. Unable to push him away, I melted in his arms.

  “I’ll make it quick,” he whispered in my ear. Then I heard him putting a condom on. “I need your pussy so bad.”

  I was so enthralled that I hesitated. I knew I had to tell him no, but I wanted the closeness sex gave me. “Tommy…”

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� He kissed me as his hand slipped between my legs, moving my thong and guiding his cock. Then he gasped as he thrust into me. “Open your legs more.” When I didn’t move, he helped me do it.

  After a minute, I whispered, “Tommy, we can’t do this.” I cringed at the slight pain each slow stroke caused.

  “Let me make you cum. You’ll forget everything. Relax,” He moaned in my ear as he continued driving into me. “Oh, damn, babe.”

  “You’re fuckin’ her?” Jon suddenly shouted. I jumped, and Tommy’s hips stopped. “Get your dick outta her now, Tom! You’re acting like Dean.”

  Tommy looked into my eyes. “Did I step over the line?”

  “Please. No more.”

  He pulled out and tossed the condom. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted me.”

  I fixed my underwear and looked down. “Can we just forget this ever happened. Please?”

  “Yeah.” He ran his fingers through my hair after closing his pants.

  Then we walked out to Jon standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. “Don’t you ever let me catch you taking advantage of her again. She got enough to worry about tonight. You just had to compound it, huh?”

  “It’s just sex,” Tommy told him. “What’s the big deal?”

  Jon exhaled loudly. “To her, I’m sure it’s more. Just ’cause you fuck for no reason, don’t mean she would.” He put an arm around my shoulders, and we walked out.

  Phil’s voice echoed in the hall, and I felt relief. “Then Noah swung at Giovanni. If they hadn’t put me and Chad in a different cell, I woulda tried to knock him on his ass. The idiot was bragging about having such a big dick, he made Crystal cry when he fucked her.”

  I winced, remembering the pain I was in our last night together. Noah was completely trashed and extremely aggressive. His cock was bigger than Chad’s, and he had been ramming it into me harder than ever.

  Then Mark came to us. “Noah’s in there now.”

  I didn’t want to see him again. Standing near Chris and Tommy, I hoped he didn’t see me.

  Within minutes, Noah walked right to me. “You got me fucking fired, bitch!”