If we never leave the room again I could die happy. Through the night we make our sweet kind of love three more times, that knife becoming my best friend. Ky is out cold in bed while I take a minute in the bathroom to freshen up. As I pass the mirror the shadows on my body catch my attention, and I pause.
Even though I’m heavily tattooed I can see shadows of bruises already beginning to form. I don’t feel sore as I imagined I looked. He’s marked my neck with his teeth a perfect bite mark on the opposite side of my rose tattoo. I also find three tiny cuts. They aren’t deep enough to scar and I can’t force myself to be mad at him.
Last night was eye opening. I have always been into the darker sides of sex. But this was a whole new level of anything I’d ever experienced and I loved it. Being so close to Ky after all these years even if it was just physically at the moment was amazing. In some ways it felt like our friendship had never ended and we knew each other well enough that the physical touch was all we needed.
Ky is sitting up in bed when I return from the bathroom. “Just received a phone call. I have to leave shortly to see if we have another lead on Dante. He’s been recruiting over the last few days taking on anyone who wants to join.” My heart sinks a bit. I was hoping we could spend the day together and talk. But I understood. He opens his arms to me. How unlike him. I embrace him accepting his arms around me as he lays his head against my breasts. “I would rather spend the day inside of you, instead of dealing with this. I know you want to talk. I can see it written all over your face.” I sigh, but tighten my hold, on him trying to fit my body as close to his as possible.
“If you told me a few days ago that I’d be with you like this I would have laughed. For me to let go of all that anger and hate was something else entirely. And it’s not all gone.” He kisses my neck and I pull back looking at him in the eye “You are so not getting out of this with sex.” He shrugs. “You really hurt me all those years. I deserve to have my voice heard.” He picks me up like a baby and rocks me in his lap.
“You have ten minutes” He says. I’m quiet gathering my scattered thoughts.
“Ky, I don’t expect miracles, but my main question is why? Why did you suddenly change your mind?” his answer was instant.
“I got tired of fighting it.” He looks me in the eye his silver gaze locked with mine. “If I wanted you, why would I carry on everything as long as I did right? That's what you're asking?” I nod. “There is no easy answer other than what I’ve already told you twice. I tried to do it to protect you and I wanted to let you go. But I can’t. Maybe it was the pain from being shot or maybe I just had enough. Especially after the lengths you went to a few weeks ago with that show in the bathroom. You are mine, you always were and you always will be mine. And that's about as close to an apology that you're ever going to get from me.” I am quiet thinking over what he’s said.
“Okay then what about high school?” The question popped into my head and out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“What about it?” he asks.
“One day you just flipped a switch and stopped talking to me. That's when this,” I wiggle my finger between us, “all started.” He looks me in the eye with quiet laughter shaking his body.
“Boobs.” I smack him. Of course he’d pick the one thing out of my brain I blamed it on for years. He laughed at me a genuine laugh. “Alright, you went away for like a month. And when you came back you were a different person. At least physically.”
I cut in, “It was two months and it got hot outside. So me taking off my jacket was all it took for you turn tail and run from me?” He scolds me.
“Let me finish. You see it that way and yes, you're right to an extent. Those hoodies and jackets you used to wear covered your body effectively. To me you were the girl I always knew but you weren’t a girl at the same time you were like one of the guys.”
I roll my eyes, “Thanks.” He sighs and coverers my mouth with his hand. Silencing me effectively.
“Hear me out. The day you showed back up, you had on this tight black band shirt and form fitting black pants and heels. Your hair was bright purple somehow making the blue in your eyes pop even more. You didn’t look like a sixteen year old you looked like you were eighteen.” That stunned me to silence. “The guys instantly had eyes for you. And that pissed me off. They all saw what I did. And I fucking wanted you Lex right then and there. But I didn’t know how to approach you because everything I had thought I knew about you prior to that moment had changed. You went from being this girl, who was a friend like Trev that we wanted to protect, to this woman I wanted to claim in the worst ways. I was already experimenting with the darker side of sex, but I had so little experience I knew I would only hurt you, or that you would be afraid of me. So I made sure no one else could have you either. I’m still not sorry about that last part.” I sigh thinking his words over. “You have three more minutes and thirty seconds. If you have anything else you want to ask me.” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Why do they call you Sadist? I don’t know what that was last night. I think that makes me a masochist? Even so it doesn’t makes sense because we both got off on it. I thought I’m not supposed to enjoy it the things you’re doing, in order for you to get off.” He scratches his head running one of his hands over his face.
“Mmmmm…Pinky picked that one and it stuck.” He takes a second before going on. “Although I’m known for rough sex and I get off on knives and blood. I’m more of just a Dominat for the most part. We will talk all that shit over later, but to answer your question Pinky noticed that after a mission where I’d killed someone a whole different side of me would come out. The night I made it into the club it was because I had killed one of our rivals during a shoot-out on a on a run while I was a prospect. No one expected this kid to take action, while everyone was down behind their bikes I stood...aimed and shot. That night the club had a party. I was so hopped up on adrenaline that when I started fucking one of the whores. I took things a little too far choking her out. Pinky had to pull me off her and lock me in the bathroom to keep me from doing it again. He performed CPR on the chick and paid her off with the money I had earned from the club that day. From then on I was Sadist.” His eyes were searching mine.
“Next time just tell me it’s none of my business.” I say jokingly before getting serious again. “I’m not scared of you.” He looks me dead in the eye.
“You should be.” A knock on the door ends our conversation. He sets me down, kissing me on the forehead before wrapping a blanket around his waist and going to the door.
“Daddy Man. We are all ready to head out when you are. But I also have a question for your woman.” I roll my eyes and yell from the bed pulling the blankets around my chest.
“What is it?” all but glaring at the door, as Ky opens it a fraction further. Pinky has a huge smile on his face as I glare down his shit eating grin.
“The guy we had taking care of your cat has become allergic to your cats uh, what's the word?”
“Assholery?” I cut in, knowing exactly what he was referring to.
“Right on the nosey! Did you want us to try and cage the beast and bring him here or do you plan on returning to your domicile when the lockdown is over?” Ky eyed me on that one.
“Bring him here if y'all can catch his fat fluffy ass.”
“Will do, Miss Alexy.” Can’t wait to see what Ky thinks of my cat. I smile internally at the thought.
“Hey Pinky?”
“Yes'm?”
“How’d you get your nickname?”
“Cuz Kinky was taken.”
Hours later…
I have to get out of the clubhouse for a while. I’ve spent a good portion of the day scrubbing Ky’s room and bathroom top to bottom, getting rid of any trace of the countless women that have walked through his door. At first glance the room had been clean. But I sat on his couch opposite his TV, dead set on watching the next episode of my show when I found a woman's bra tickling my leg, sti
cking up from between the cushions. I was able to fill a trash bag full of discarded underwear, clothes and other items left by said women. I’d found them forgotten under the bed, behind the headboard and under his mattress, shoved in other nooks and crannies in the room. I felt the need to bleach both my hands and my eyes after the ordeal. Next, I did all of our laundry, and tossed the bedsheets in the trash, thanking all that’s holy for same day delivery as I ordered new ones, already planning on replacing the mattress as well.
High on fumes and still amazingly full of energy I head to the shop to work on Mercy’s bike. If I start now I should be able to have it completed by the end of the day. The shop is deserted because most of the other mechanics aren’t members of the club and can’t get on the ranch. The plus side to Ky is they are still getting paid. I open all the shop doors and turn on my stereo in my corner of the garage. “Strangelove” by Depeche Mode instantly fills the air with its 80’s goodness. I’m working in my zone for a few hours before I get a feeling of something off. I felt like I was being watched.
The bike I’m working on has a lot of chrome, and I see the reflection of two men I don’t recognize come up behind me. I also see that one of them has a gun pointed to the back of my head.
“You the Sadist’s girl?” One of them asks. At first I don’t answer. I hear him take another step forward.
“No. Just a mechanic who didn’t make it out before the lockdown.” I’m still kneeling in front of the bike. Wrench in one hand was all I had in defense.
“Bullshit.” the other one says “It’s Sadist’s girl all right. Dude said she had blue eyes, red hair, big tits and tattoos and that she worked in the shop. Have you seen anyone else here matching that description?” The guy with the gun looks at me in the reflection and motions for me to turn around. “See blue eyes, it’s her man, let’s go.” The guy with the gun digs in his pocket.
“You’re going to swallow this pill or I will shove it down your throat, you bite me and I’m going to knock your teeth out. Got it?” I nod my head, knowing this is going to be bad. How did they even get onto the ranch? And how were they going to get me off of it? I took the pill and showed them under my tongue that it was gone. I had put it into the top of my cheek, and hoped he wouldn’t notice it. He didn’t or just didn’t care as he asks me to stand up and walk to the shop office to sit in a chair and wait for the drugs to kick in. He watches me the entire time, leaving the other man to watch out the shop door. I can taste the bitter tasting powder seeping through the gel capsule he had given me. No matter what, it looks like I’m going down. I decided to call the man watching the door Big Beard.
“Shouldn’t the pill be working by now?” Big Beard asks.
“It’s working, look at her.” The one with the pock marked face, motions with the gun. My eyes feel huge as I try to focus on what's going on as my body starts to lose its fight against the drug they’ve given me. I’m aware of everything and nothing at the same time. “Under The Milky Way” by The Church is playing in the shop, muffled through the office door but the sound is slowly fading out. I hold on to consciousness just long enough to hear bikes in the distance before the concrete floor seems to tip up at me really fast. Then blackness.
I wake periodically. First to the sounds of men yelling indistinguishable things. Then to being roughly being thrown into the back seat of some vehicle. The men sounding almost like children in the excitement of what was going on. Darkness consumes me again.
The next time I wake up it’s in an abandoned house. My arms are tied above my head but a burning feeling around my chest and hips has my full attention as I try and process what happened. I try to move and the burning increases. In my muddled foggy brain I can’t comprehend why it hurts so much. I fade back out of consciousness.
Take four. This time everything is much clearer as I wake up. I try to stand more upright, but the instant pain rips away any fogginess left in my mind. I look down to find myself completely naked and strapped down with barbed wire. Luckily it looks new almost homemade even and not rusty. I’m so fucked, I think to myself. The barbs don’t burn if I don’t move. My nakedness is a passing thought as I think of the severity of the situation. The sound of a group of people approaching catches my attention and I panic for a second.
“Look who’s finally awake. Well Alexis I’ve heard all about you. My friend Mike here tells me you're the Sadist’s girl.” My eyes widen in shock. Then darken in anger.
“You little shit.” I say to Michael. Disdain in my voice clear. “You couldn’t join Malicious Intent so you go to The Devils Pussy and join them? Guess that’s why I’m here now isn’t it? Hey guys, I got a nickname for him, RAT because that’s what he’s going to be if you let him join.” Dante Approaches me.
My assumptions on this being The Devil's Posse are proven correct when Dante steps out of the shadows and approaches me. He slams his elbow into my face.
“Got a real mouth on you. I can see why Sadist chose you. Punishments galore. You have a good point though.” He pulls his gun and shoots Michael in the head. The men behind Michael jump out of the way just before the blood and brain matter splatters the ground where they’d just stood. “I hate rats.” He motions for his men to take the body away, and turns his attention back to me.
“I want information on Sadist and you're going to give it to me. The more you tell me what I want to hear, the less I will do to you. ” Confused I speak up.
“I don’t know anything about Sadist we’ve been together less than a week.” A punch to the kidneys has me reeling and seeing stars.
“It's amazing you haven’t asked about your restraints. Don’t you think they are fitting considering your relationship?” I look at him, blood dripping from my mouth and smile.
“Aww you guys are trying a little hard to impress the Sadist. Don’t ya think?” He reaches for my breast squeezing it in his hands for his men to see.
“Let’s see what she really likes.” Dante says as he begins to unzip his pants. He pulls a condom on last second and says something to me, but I’m already a million miles away. In my mind they can’t touch me.
They could hurt me any way they wanted. I’m not giving them shit. Apparently they haven’t done their homework though. I wasn’t getting off on this but it wasn’t getting to me the way they wanted either. I was just floating along on the adrenaline high and counting in my head the number of minutes till Ky kills every last one of them.
Chapter 10: “Waking Up Beside You” Stabbing Westward
Ky:
How these fuckers were able to get her under our nose I don’t know. As we return from the run, we see two men, one with a large beard and a smaller man sporting a bald head and pock-marked face, holding Lexi lifeless in his arms. “Clear a path! Guns in the dirt or she’s dead!” The bearded one says aiming a .45 at her temple. He’d be shooting his man too but I couldn’t take any chances. I fight the urge to start firing my weapon and I give my guys a nod letting our weapons fall to the ground.
They carry her through the gate, gun to her head the entire time. A truck pulls into the road, and three men with loaded M16’s get out to open the door so they can throw Lexi inside. Before they speed away they open fire on us. We dive behind our bikes for cover, and amazingly no one is hurt, but our number one mechanic has just been kidnapped.
Hours later …
“Techno, do you have any other leads on where they went and where she could possibly be?” He looks up at me from behind his computer set up looking like gamer's paradise.
“Yes, sir, Daddy Man. We have confirmation she’s about an hour and a half south of here in an abandoned building. Should be about a mile up one of the small feeder roads.” I eye him from the corner. He already knew my next question of how he knew this information. “They have a chip on her man. I’ve hacked their shit, I can see where she is within a five foot radius on the map. Only thing showing on the map is an abandoned house.” He ducks down behind the wall of computers, just as I throw the ch
air I’ve been sitting in across the room. Pinky and Stryker move into restrain me if need be.
“Back the fuck up. I’m fine!” I pull another chair from the side of the table and force myself to sit in it. They both step back and eying me cautiously. “Alright everyone let's get our asses on the road. Techno, you have the other chapters in route meet us there as back up.” I see him give me a thumbs up over the wall of computers.
“Roger that, Saddy Daddy, I’ll keep you updated. Right now she’s alive and kicking from the looks of it.” We called in all mechanics we had to get the bikes fixed in time for us to ride out. They did their best work despite the time they had, eager to have one of their own back as well. Lexi was loved by all whether she realized it or not.
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