Six

by Storm, Hilary

  "Seriously?"

  "Piper. You need a normal guy. One who works eight to five, who can give you the simple life you deserve."

  "I didn't ask you for a husband. I just want a good time."

  "Not gonna happen here."

  "You'd rather me go to another club where you can't watch over me?"

  "No."

  "You'd rather I go home with my vibrator?"

  "Piper. I don't want to hear that shit." Tori smirks when she hands me the two beers.

  "That's what I told her last night." I pause in horror. Did she just say what I think she did?

  "Tori, shut up before I start sharing your secrets." Tori smirks again before she walks away from the table and before Piper has a chance to spill.

  "How late will this party last?" Piper starts to look around after she asks that question.

  "All night."

  "Awesome. That'll be a fun time."

  "No fucking way Piper. You're leaving here after this beer. This is not your scene."

  "Damn it, Evan."

  "I'm sending Tori with you."

  "She'll be pissed. She's trying to pay for her classes."

  "I'm covering her tuition. That's already worked out." My eyes are drawn to Tori again. That damn hair. Those tits... And that ass. I hate that she's so close to my sister. I can't mix the two worlds. No fucking way.

  "I don't even want to know what has you looking at her like that." I don't respond to Piper, she really doesn't want to know what I'm thinking. My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket.

  Beast: I just got verification. I'm going to make a run, I'll be back.

  Blade: I'm coming with you. Meet me in my garage in fifteen. Bring Shadow.

  Piper is talking to me, but I didn't catch what she just said. This is a call I've been waiting on. I was hoping it would never come, but unfortunately some people never learn. It's time to fix the shit that should never be broken.

  "What do you say, Evan?" Piper pulls my attention from my racing heart.

  "I have to go pick up one of our idiot Prospects. He's got himself in a fucking mess. I want you to leave here when I do." I stand to find Roxi. I want Tori and my sister out of this scene. My guys won't be holding back much longer.

  "Fine. I can tell there's no changing your mind."

  "No, there's not. Piper, I'm fucking serious. Go home then text me, so I know you're safe for the night." She stands to hug me. Her short stature makes me feel like she's younger than she actually is. I watch a few of the guys look at her ass as she hugs me. Glaring at the new guy, I remind him that he's signing his death wish. He turns quickly and pulls in one of the frequent bitches right against his side. I'm still going to have words with this little fucker. He knew what he was doing. Damn, why'd my sister have to grow up, this is going to fucking suck.

  "Roxi, I want you to let Tori go home with my sister. Bill me for all the bartenders tonight."

  "I'll tell her now." I continue to walk past her and through the front door of the club. My bike is front and center, so I slide into place before sending the rumble through the quiet parking lot.

  My garage is behind the MC house. It's where we keep most of the shit we need when it's time for a run like this. My heart starts pounding and the adrenaline is flowing for this fucker. I will personally be his punisher. I hear a few engines outside and know Beast has arrived.

  "Where's he at?"

  "Hotel on Fifth Street. A Prospect has him silenced."

  "This one’s mine." I let them both know that tonight I'll be the handling things myself.

  "I knew it would be. We'll take the old Ford tonight." This truck is a giant piece of shit, but it'll get us there before we take it to the salvage yard tonight. I don't take chances.

  "Have one of the new guys on stand by. He can pick us up at the yard." Shadow dials a number and steps outside. I'm gathering the final tools just as Beast steps in front of me.

  "Boss. I want you to keep it in the present. I don't need any of your memories taking over."

  "You know I can't promise you that. It's why I do this."

  "I get that, but we have to remember to work it the way we set it up. This one isn't set to be finished. He just needs reminded of a few things. Are you sure you don't want me to take him?"

  "I need to do this." It's been an itch lately. The shit brewing inside me is making me crazy.

  "Alright. I'll have him brought to the yard." I step forward, take a deep breath and clinch my fist. Memories rush my mind, reminding me of the chaos I used to live in. I light a cigarette, exhaling with hopes of pulling myself together.

  Chapter Three

  Blade

  I can practically feel the sting and my jaw swelling. He was pissed at me for coming home late. That shit started happening when my mom left. Piper was little and for years, he didn't touch her. It wasn't until I grew up and stood over him that he started hitting her instead. I tried everything to get him to stop.

  That night was the worst. He started in on me and I told him to fuck off. I slammed my bedroom door and cranked the music to drown him out. I thought things were going to smooth over until I heard her cries between songs. Turning the knob, I knew instantly this would be the last night with my father. I would either kill him or he was going to jail. I called 911 before leaving my bedroom. If I went to jail, so fucking be it.

  I opened her door to see him smack her in the face. Her body flies onto her bed and she holds her face when she lands. I stop him before he touches her again, diving straight for his stomach. We fall onto the bed and I scream for Piper to go to my room. She listened.

  We struggle for control and break everything in her room in the process. Her toy box, dresser, and bed crumbled every time one of us landed.

  The police finally showed up and pulled me off of him. We were both handcuffed and they took Piper away in a van. I was released, my father was not. He died a few months later in prison.

  The state wouldn't let me have Piper back, said I was too young.

  "It's time to head that way." Beast interrupts my thoughts. I can't stop the feeling I've got. It reminds me of when I had no control and that fucker made sure I knew that.

  I grab the last bundle of chains and toss my cigarette butt on the ground, stepping on it as I walk by.

  Beast and Shadow don't say a word on the drive, they know this shit gets to me.

  I park with my headlights on bright and shining directly in his eyes. They've moved him to the yard. The asshole is on the ground, with ropes restraining his every movement. His eyes are already almost swollen shut from the abuse my Prospects have unleashed on him.

  Beast hands me the file I need to see. Pictures of him punching a little boy, still shots of him kicking the kid in the stomach, a picture of three cigarette burns on the boy's chest and I'm done looking. I run my palm through my hair, trying to take a deep breath. The hardest part about tonight will be not killing this mother fucker.

  "Chain him up. I want him to see me." They pull his arms up with the chains dragging them across the top of the engine lift. The sound of metal on metal screaming through the dark night make me ready to get started on this. Too bad it'll be a short one.

  "How come I'm seeing pictures of you punching your fucking kid?" I get in his face to make sure he knows I'm here. He's coherent. I can always tell. Their tears fall when they see me coming like this.

  "I'll never do it again." His words escape through a cry.

  "I know you won't." I signal for the guys to pull the chains tighter... I need him eye level. This fucker won't stand up straight to face me. "I'm going to make sure of that."

  I walk back to my truck, place an unlit cigarette in between my lips and grab my tool box. Beast gives me a nod when I walk back by.

  Standing in front of this man's face, I light my torch.

  "I'm not going to kill you. I'm gonna be a nice guy. I'll give you a chance to be the father that kid deserves, because I never had that."

  "Thank you."
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  "Don't fucking thank me. Thank Beast. He made that call. The burns on that boy's chest make me sick. Did you do that to him?" The whisper of my torch gets louder as I raise the flame to light my cigarette. As I inhale, he starts to cry.

  Leaving the torch lit in one hand, I pull the cigarette to my side in the other. Leaning forward, I ask him again.

  "Did you fucking burn that boy?" My spit splatters against his neck as I talk through disgust.

  "I won't do it again," he cries out. I step back. I want him to see me. I want his nightmares to be filled with this vision.

  I slide my knife out from the inside of my boot. This is my signature. I always leave a reminder of the night they came face to face with me. That's how I got my name. Tex gave it to me the first night we met.

  I run the flame over the clip blade I carry with me everywhere. Slipping my cigarette between my lips, I cut his shirt from his shoulders. He knows the blade is hot and is trembling at the anticipation of it touching his skin. I won't let that happen. Not until I'm ready anyway.

  My hair falls in my eyes before I finish. I turn and make eye contact with Beast, Shadow, and the Prospect. This is my way of showing Beast that I'm in check.

  "If I ever see that boy hurt, I'll fucking find you. I'll have eyes on him. I'll have eyes on you. You won't be able to take a piss without me knowing."

  I run the back of the blade over the flame, preparing it for his skin. Three marks from the boy, then one from me. The chains pull tight until his feet are no longer on the ground.

  The smell of burnt skin fills my nose when I set the back of the blade against his chest. His screams fill the air and I fight to hold back the memories. I reheat the blade and watch his face as I leave him another mark. His eyes roll back in his head and it falls forward as he passes out from the pain.

  "Wake the fuck up, asshole. I'm not finished with you yet." I lift his head with the blade of my knife, daring him to move a fucking muscle in the wrong way.

  I use the torch to warm the blade once again while he watches through his own tears. "Please. I won't touch him again."

  I don't respond with words, laying my blade against him once again. Ah, the smell of burning skin is something you never forget.

  Before the last one, I let his cries stop so he can hear me. I want him to know this, remember this. "The next time you see me, I will be there to kill you. You can count on that if you so much as knock that boy to the ground."

  He nods just before I burn his skin for the last time using the blade and sealing it with a touch of the torch. He loses control as he screams from the pain. He'll hurt from that burn. I made sure to only give him a sample of what true torture I can unleash. Inhaling on my cigarette when I pull the torch away gives me an ounce of relief. Fucking tiny bit of relief from a lifetime of this shit.

  The chains drop and he falls to the ground. Beast moves to pick up my box and I can hear him reminding the guy that we have proof of his abuse on the boy. If he says a word about this night, we'll make sure the proof gets in the hands it needs to before we find him and finish this.

  "Let's go." I need to fuck.

  Chapter Four

  Blade

  The drive back to my garage is just Shadow and I. He's not much of a talker and that works fucking perfect for me. When we pass Club Turbulence, I see my sister's car still parked in the parking lot. Damn it. I'm going to have to drag her ass out of there by her hair. He pulls up in front of my bike to let me out.

  "I'll be back after I get rid of this truck. See you over at the club."

  "Sounds like a plan." I step out into the night air and look up at the sky. I'm so fucking tense. Shifting my head from side to side, my neck cracks with the built up stress. Dust fills the air when he pulls away and I decide I need to clean up some before I try to get my dick wet.

  I had a bathroom built in to the back side of this garage. Too many of the club members would try to use my personal shower and it would piss me off. That's my fucking space. Pulling off my boots, I inhale on one last cigarette before I start undressing. I'm down to my underwear before I hear the footsteps coming from inside my house. Grabbing a pipe wrench from the nearby table, I walk over to the door just as Piper and Tori begin to step down the stairs. There's only a few steps, so they see me before I can step out of the way.

  "What the fuck, Evan. You are NOT in your underwear, bulging out just welcoming us." Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I turn and take one last drag, letting the smoke out slowly as I walk away.

  "I told you two to go home."

  "We are. I just needed to get some things I left here last night." I move around the old Chevy I'm rebuilding as they both start walking for the open garage door. They're already walking out into the gravel before I notice how slutty my sister looks.

  "Why are you dressed like that?" I'm moving closer to stop Piper from going anywhere.

  "We're going to go check out one of the other clubs since you won't let us stay for your party."

  "You're not fucking going anywhere with your tits and ass showing like that." Piper stops mid step and turns to face me. Her death glare has nothing on mine, so I welcome her challenge as she walks up to me, face to face.

  "Evan. I'm wearing jeans and a tank top. What is wrong with you?"

  "Did you just paint this shit on?" She had to have. I glance over at Tori and she's wearing a similar outfit, only hers looks perfect. Fucking hot to be exact. Maybe that's my problem.

  "I'm not dealing with you tonight." Piper turns to walk away, but Tori walks toward me. The smirk on her face is a dead giveaway for what's on her mind.

  She runs her finger down my chest, across the ripples in the muscles outlined in my stomach, then along the band of my underwear before returning to my chest.

  "Was this intentional?" She's tracing my tattoo. The one that says 'Forever Greatful'. I know she's thinking I either can't spell or I'm conceited all to hell. I'll leave her clueless, just like most people who ask about it.

  I don't think Piper even remembers the significance. How could she? She was just six. It's like she knew we'd be pulled apart when she wrote it. Those were the last words I had from her for years. I still have the book she wrote them in and I can't tell you how many times I've read her attempt to say goodbye to me. The guilt I've carried about losing her has caused many sleepless nights over the years. She'll never know how much I beat myself up because I couldn't be there for her.

  When it was time for the tattoo, I contemplated correcting her spelling, but decided to leave it. They were her words. I'm man enough to handle any comments about the tattoo. I know the meaning behind it, everyone else can fuck off.

  Her fingers slide back down to the band of my underwear; pulling it away from my waist, she smiles. "You've seen mine. I think it's only fair that I get a view." Her finger slides inside the band and she starts to pull the elastic away from my body. Her eyes never leave mine and I watch to see just how brave she really is. Piper's voice rings in my ears just as Tori's eyes lower.

  Gripping her wrist, I stop her before she has a chance to see anything. "That's not a good idea."

  Her smile is contagious. I just want to move in and consume her. She's playing with fire tonight and I need to get the fuck to Club Turbulence before I take out my frustrations on the wrong person.

  "Should I leave you two alone?" Glancing over Tori's head, I see Piper standing there with her hand on her hip, irritated.

  "Yes." "No." Tori and I answer at the same time. My eyes drop to see her watching me. Teasing me. Testing my inner restraint. My grip still on her wrist, I contemplate taking her up on her offer, but I know I can’t. She's not part of my world. She's a friend of my sister’s and the last thing I want to do is drag my sister deeper into the shit I deal with.

  "No." I drop her wrist and turn to walk away. Running my fingers through my hair, I keep walking until I'm behind the bathroom door and the shower water is drowning out the sound of my thumping heart. Fuck.
I need some pussy quick.

  The burn of the scorching water helps divert my mind from my dick for a few minutes. I scrub the smell of tonight off of my skin quickly before I step out and begin to dry off. Looking in the mirror, I stare at myself.

  The memories of tonight begin to mix with so many other nights from the past. I don't have an ounce of regret and will never apologize for what I've done. Standing by every decision I make is who I am. Given the chance to do it all again, I'd do it all without hesitation.

  I start to think about how bold Tori was tonight. It turns me the fuck on to watch a woman with that much confidence.

  Wrapping my towel around my waist, I shove my dick off to the side before I step out the door. Slight movement against my old truck pulls my attention immediately. Tori is leaning against the driver door, just watching me while I pull my pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of my jeans.

  "Thought I told you to go the fuck home." Of course she doesn't fucking listen, just like my damn sister.

  "I'm not ready to go home." I light up. Standing here in my towel, I watch this woman walk with pure confidence straight over to me and pull the cigarette out of my mouth. She puts it between her lips and pulls in a deep breath, then exhales, pushing the smoke out through her smirking, puckered lips.

  I slide my palm around to the back of her head and wrap my fingers full of her hair. Tugging her head back, I look into her eyes. She doesn't shy away from me, in fact she even puts the cigarette between her lips once more, puckering them even further this time before she blows the smoke above us. I'm about to fuck those dick sucking lips.

  "Do you know what you're doing?" I'm only going to warn her once. I notice the red lipstick marks as she pulls it away.

  "I'm smoking." She's a smartass. I pull her head back further and watch the gleam in her eye when I do. My internal war begins to tug on me. If I fuck her, I'm mixing my sister's world with mine. If I don't, I'll think about these tits while I'm fucking some club whore. Why would I do that, when I can have the real thing?

  I keep my grip on her dark brown hair with one hand as I pull the cigarette out of her mouth with the other, I take one drag before flicking it out the big garage door that's been open since I got back. I pull her mouth toward mine and let our lips touch once again, this time getting past them and letting my tongue fight with hers. She smells of smoke and right now that's fucking perfect. Dirty. Raw. Just like I feel right now.