The next morning I wake up naked with a hangover, hot and sweaty from the mass of bodies on the bed. Trevor is to my left with both girls snuggling against him. Dude’s always been a cuddler and the ladies love him. He is probably just as sick and twisted as I am and they don’t have a fucking clue. I pull on my black pants from the night before and light a cigarette instantly snuffing it out, the taste making my stomach churn and I head for the bathroom set on getting this shit out of my stomach so I can sober up.
“Dude, your retching is so loud you woke the ladies. They're all asking if you’re okay and shit.” I eye him. The guy is still drunk as well but looks far from hangover. I flick him off with my vomit coated finger, and lean back over the porcelain bowl shoving the same fingers back down my throat for a third time. When I turn around he’s still there. I eye him again while heading to the sink to wash my hand off. “You’re old man can’t drink for shit. How is it you don’t get hangovers like the rest of the world?”
I say rinsing my mouth out. His response is instant with a smile.
“Freak of fucking nature man! And I am just fine with it to, cuz you look like shit.” Just then one of the girls makes a rush for the toilet projectile vomiting. “I take that back. She, looks like shit.”
Every night was a repeat of the night before. We drank. We fucked. We found out what we liked and what we didn’t. Pinky apparently liked it all. Nothing was off the table. Women and occasionally men would be in his bed. When I got into the darker stuff he was there to join or loved to watch and on more than one occasion played referee when I took things a little too far. He never made me feel bad about it, and I never questioned the shit he was into. That’s how we were.
Twenty-six- Trevor:
We’ve been in the sand box for almost a year. Ky was shot today twice. He’s the only medic with us and we let him get shot. He is able to walk me through all the things I needed to do to stop the bleeding, all the while yelling at us to keep pulling guys back to make sure no one, no matter their status, was left behind. The man is a fucking hero. He’d saved six of our men and two civilians before getting himself shot.
As we waited for the new medic named Cross, we spoke of old times. Ky said he wasn’t going to die today even though I had my doubts from the amount of blood around him. This man has been my best friend since we were six years old. I’ve always been able to guess what's going on with him even when no one else could that’s why we’ve been friends. He doesn’t have to tell me when to give him space or why he’s is the way he is.
He has his dark side which scares the shit out of most people. But all and all he is a great man that inspires everyone around him. You’d never know what lies under the surface. He’s told us for years as a medic, “You can’t save them all.” We’ve lost a lot of men in our time here. Men I personally knew and will miss but no one could replace Ky.
Present- Sadist:
Been back in the club and out of the army for three years. In that time I became president Malicious Intent and made Pinky my VP because he’s always had my back. He’s never given me a reason to doubt him. He’s a man I can relate and tell everything too. Always there when I needed him. Guy even saved my life a couple of years back. Couldn’t ask for more from the son of a bitch. He’s my right hand man. We’ve made a lot of changes to the club to the buildings and all the structures and the people within. I run it with an iron fist but it works for us. That's why we have as much territory as we do. Why I was respected in becoming president. And it gives me something to control. But I couldn't have done it without him. None of it.
Chapter 7: “Poison” Alice Cooper
Alexis:
Two hours, three shots and a beer of liquid courage later I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to Ky’s room. I want answers. Maybe high Ky will give them to me. As I walk down the dark, sloped hallway towards Ky’s room, I try to convince myself there is still hope.
You would never know from the outside of the club that Ky’s room was actually underground. The guys built it that way in case we were ever attacked the President had safe ways in and out. Everyone else's rooms are on the main floor with a hallway down the center like a hotel would be. Only a gradual slope in the floor gave the impression that you were going under, and there was always someone on guard duty in a room just to the side of the slope.
I walk past the guard room. Pinky must have given them a heads up or they suck at their job because they do nothing more than give me a head nod. I knock on Ky’s door and briefly wonder what the hell I’m doing. I don’t hear anything, but decide I should at least check on him.
I have to wait a minute for my eyes to try to adjust to the fact that it is pitch fucking black. My eyes finally catch on to his cell phone notification light blinking on his night stand. Its bright green flash gives me a brief idea where he is at. It’s then that I think, Oh hey I’m only sneaking up on a veteran who may have PTSD, and realize this may be a bad idea.
“Ky?” I wait a couple of seconds and ask again before cautiously moving forward toward the light. “Ky?” I try again and wait for a couple more seconds things ticking through my head quickly. Is he dead? Is he too high to know I’m here? Is HE even in here? Straining my ears I can hear light breathing. So two things checked off the list. “Ky? It’s me Lexi. I just came to check on you so if you could please not jump up and shoot me all would be good, okay?” I hear him start to stir.
“Lex? What time is it?” I look down at my phone cupping my hand around it shielding him from the sudden brightness. “It’s about a quarter to three. I just wanted to check on you since I wasn’t sure anyone else had.” He doesn’t say anything but reaches over and turns on his bedside light. A red light flickers on, and I finally get a look at him. He’s got on a pair of black comfortable looking jammies no socks, and naked from the waist up. I can see his tattoos and bandages tapped across his upper left shoulder.
“There’s a fridge over there by the dresser, please, get me one of the water bottles?” I nod and do as asked. His eyes follow me around the room and I know in that moment he’s not high at all. His eyes are as sharp as a hawk stalking its prey. Something Pinky said the day before came back to me from the about Ky metabolizing medications fast runs through my head. As I bring back the water bottle he shifts more upright in bed causing one of the bandages to ooze and blood to begin to leave a slow red trail down his bicep.
“I guess I was right about no one checking on you.” I nod down to the red stain across his chest. His beautifully inked sculpted chest. Where did that thought come from?
“One of them knocked earlier. Think they took me saying ‘fuck off’ as a sign that I’m alright.” I open the water and hand it to him, he reaches over with his good arm and takes it.
“Hand me those pills on the nightstand and help me up?” I do as asked with the pills briefly reading the names and instructions before handing them to him. “Thanks,” is all I get in response.
Ky goes to stand on his own. “Are you sure you should be standing up though?” He just rolls his eyes.
“It’s my shoulder, not my legs, I’m sober as shit, and I need to take a piss. You’re welcome to help me with that if you want.” Yep there’s the Ky we all know and love… not. Ignoring him,I help him the rest of the way up, and walk with him to the bathroom, knowing every step way that if he fell he’d take us both down, and not caring because I was actually touching him. After everything, after all this time, I was finally touching him. He goes in alone, and closes the door leaving me outside to overthink the meaning of what just happened until I hear the toilet flush. When several minutes passes by and he doesn’t come out, I go in and find him standing in front of the vanity attempting to change his own bandages.
“Why can’t men just ask for help?” I huff, his response was instant.
“Why can’t women ever stop asking fucking questions?” I take a breath and step up beside him ignoring him and set to work on pulling the rest of the bandage from over his shoulder
and off his back. I don’t know what surprised me more the stitched up mess of his shoulder or that the bullets missed all major muscle and bone from the looks of it or that his beautiful tattoo there is completely destroyed. I catch his eyes in the mirror his eyes watching me not looking at his injuries at all. “I need new bandages. Put them on when you’re ready and I have cleaning solution right there too “I can hear his pain in his words and decide to let their tone slide. Cleaning up around the wounds was easy enough, he didn’t flinch where I was pretty sure the Devil himself wouldn’t have been able to hold me down. Bandages are on next and he lets a breath he’d been holding. I help him back to his bed and ask if the painkillers are starting to work. “Not yet,” he snapped at me.
“Ky, I get your hurt, and now's not the best time for this conversation, but we really do need to talk.” He closes his eyes and leans back accepting me talking without responding. “I want to leave. I am going to move to another state. I have no ties with the club so there’s nothing keeping me here other than Bree and she’s all for me moving. The other day put things full in prospective and I am drowning in all of this, the club, and you and not knowing if there actually is something or someone out there for me. I work and basically live here on the ranch and don’t see life outside of it too often. You made sure to exclude me and go on your army adventure without me. You fucked all those girls and made sure I knew about it. If you truly wanted me here it wouldn’t be like this. So you either really don’t care and never did and I’ve been lying to myself or..” as I was rambling I could hear myself further losing control of what I had intended for years to say and the emotions of it all coming out instead… damnit .
“Are you going to be shutting up anytime soon?” I see red.
“Fuck you Ky…Sadist whatever your name is now. I realize I’m spouting off like a little girl who just got broken up with. Maybe it’s because I have a fucking heart. You don’t have to be asshole all the time. You could have just said you wanted me to leave.
“You know what fuck it. I’m done. I’m gone. I’m leaving have a nice life.” I turn to leave dead set on heading out the doors and home to pack but he’s up and in my face before I reach the door. He shoves me against it, propping his arm against the doors frame as he hovers over me.
“Shut the fuck up for five seconds.” He demands, staring me down. “I hurt you on purpose. I don’t want you to go and I can’t let anyone else have you because I’m a selfish asshole.” My jaws on the floor, and I struggle to gather my thoughts before responding again.
“So you're just going to string me on like a yo-yo if I stay here? Nothing will change and you’ll tie me up in your special brand of torture and not let anyone touch me?” His eyes go dark.
“You can’t imagine the ways I want to torture you.” It takes a second for my brain to catch up with that remark. Part of me wants to scratch his eyes out. The other part is acting like a bitch in heat. He must see in the indecision in my eyes. His voice sinks an octave deeper. The sound of it lighting fire in my core, and I fight the urge to lean into him “If you stay, you will be mine and I will stop driving you away. Instead I’m going to hurt you in other ways. I would never give you anything that you couldn’t handle. But to be mine, to have all of me there will be pain. Mental and physical because that's how I am. What you see was never hidden from you. I pushed you away to spare you from what I am. A fucking monster. And I am not ashamed.” He’s so in control and I know I should say something but I can’t do anything more than nod.
“You want me?” I nod and he leans close to my neck almost kissing it, his voice giving me goosebumps. “Not good enough Alexis. Do you fucking want me?” I hesitate waiting for my brain to come back online. He pulls back again looking me in the eyes
“Yes… Ky, I want you.” He blinks slowly. The pills kicking in causing his pupils to dilate but he’s still focused.
“The answer is yes, Sir.” If I was ever there was an unsure thought in my head that I could be a submissive person it died right then.
“Yes Sir.” He approves with a nod leaning back from me and moves to get back into bed. Leaving me staring after him wide eyed.
“Lexi, take one of my shirts. Go take a shower. Process what you agreed to and get the fuck in this bed.” I begin to nod but snap out of it quickly.
“Yes, sir” As I said it, I felt something click into place that I had been searching for all of my life; someone to make the two bitches in my brain shut the hell up and sit down in silence. There was no, What the hell am I doing? Did I really want this? Did I even forgive him forgive him for his past indiscretions? Instead, there was only silence where a war had been raging for as long as I can remember. Ky taking over felt... right.
Chapter 8: “Way Down We Go” Kaleo
Alexis:
Following his eyes in the direction of his closet I do as told, squinting in the red light to pick a shirt quickly. I feel like I’m trying everything I can to avoid his gaze unsure of myself and how I feel in that moment. Oddly enough, I feel calm, and only a little shocked that my will, my backbone was all but gone as soon as he spoke the words I’d waited my whole life to hear. I head to the bathroom and turn on his shower, moving almost robotically. I quickly shower anxiety building as I finish up. I have no idea what to expect as I leave the steamy room.
Ky is in bed leaning back against the headboard with his eyes closed. I wonder if he is asleep, and go to his side of the bed to turn off the lamp. When the room descends once again into pitch black, I awkwardly shuffle around to the opposite side, automatically putting as much distance as possible between us in bed I hear him sigh, and can imagine him rolling his eyes as he and pulls me close to his warm body.
“We will talk in the morning. For now sleep. Stop thinking and just go to sleep.”
“Yes, Sir,” I squeak out, reminded of how that girl was with Pinky earlier, and realizing that I am no different than her now. I’d gotten exactly what I had wanted, yet couldn’t bring myself to say I was scared of Ky. I wasn’t afraid of him, only the choice I’d just made.
I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep at all. Being close to Ky, which was even better than I imagined all these years, was overwhelming. I could hear him steadily breathing, could feel him and smell him. It intoxicated me, and I was out like a light.
The next time we wake up it's to the sound of someone pounding on the door. I’m briefly confused for a moment as I fully wake and find my arm slung over a very warm and very sculpted chest. Remembering the night’s events I instantly pull my arm back to my body like I’d touched fire and pull the blanket over my head as quickly as possible, hiding in the dark depths of the covers. Ky seeming very awake laughs before turning on his lamp and slowly gets to his feet careful of his shoulder. He opens the door and I hear Pinky’s booming voice.
“Hey, what do you know he lives!” imitating Dr. Frankenstein's voice and motions.
“Pinky do you have something to say, or are you just here to lend a guy a helping hand.” Ky asks smoothly. Pinky didn’t miss a beat.
“No can do compadre. Just wanted to see if Miss Alexy ever made it here last night and if she ever left. Bree is looking for her and is about to start raising hell till she gets some answers. From the sounds of it, Miss Alexy hasn't answered her phone calls or texts so she must be dead in a ditch or some shit. I haven't been to bed yet so I told her I’d check around.”
“Fuckkkkk!” I say as I make my way across the room before I have a chance to hear Ky’s response. I know Pinky can see me, judging by the smile on his face. “I didn’t fuck him.” I say and flick him off as I rush to the bathroom in search of my phone before all hell breaks loose. Tossing all the clothes on the floor around till I find my jeans from the night before and shake them out. My cell phone screen already lit from the most recent missed call. Twenty six missed calls and messages total. Every single one from my loving best friend. I call her back. Listening to five minutes of ranting before I can get a word in.
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sp; “Bree...Bree...Bree!” I finally am able to get through her verbal lashing of how I could have been kidnapped and murdered. “I’m fine, I’m sorry I didn’t call last night and I just woke up. What's the deal anyways?”
She laughs. “It’s two in the afternoon and no one's heard shit from the girl who hasn’t put down her phone since she got one in high school.” I’m surprised, momentarily wondering how I could have slept so long. Then realized how late I’d probably gone to sleep and the fact Ky’s room is basically a coffin. I couldn’t tell the time of day without looking at a clock. I apologize again and tell her I’d explain later and that I’m really okay. She lets me off for now, leaving me to return to Ky and Pinky still at the door.
Man talk continues as I sit in bed and shoot a quick text to Bree telling her I'd keep my phone beside me from now on. While I wait I realize Ky has turned on the actual overhead lights, and I get my first glimpse of his room. It has a large bowling alley shape, black ceiling and gray walls. The trim is off white, the floors and doors are a dark hardwood. The furniture, the sheets and blankets are all black. One wall has his awards and medals on it, along with a huge flag he must have gotten while in the army and an equally huge TV just beside it. The rest of his walls are bare.
He finishes talking with Pinky and closes the heavy door. I find myself unable to speak for the first time in my life. I’m silent as I wait for him to say something. Anything to me. He looks at me. “You have questions about last night, I’m guessing?” I nod and my mouth finally catches up.
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