Sicko

by Amo Jones

  His hands wrap around my hair, tugging on it roughly as his lips find the connection between my neck and my shoulder. “You’re owed a fucking beating, Duchess.” I curl my lips between my teeth, pressing my ass into him as his thickness slides down the crack of my ass.

  Reaching back until my fingers find the smooth skin of his dick, I wrap my fingers around his girth and tug languidly, resting my head on his chest.

  His penetrating snicker rocks me as he buries his face into my hair. “Nuh uh…” He whacks my hand away from him and I fucking pout, even though I know that he can’t see me. Tearing off the blankets from our bodies, even though we’re drowning in complete darkness—with the exception of a small crack in the curtain that the full moon is fighting through—he presses me down onto my stomach with his hand at my lower back. In slow circles, he caresses my ass, until both of his hands cup one cheek.

  “Royce.” I wriggle beneath his hand.

  With a loud clap, his palm comes down sharply on my left cheek and I flinch with the sting of pain. My blood heats to my cheeks and my thighs twitch together. “No talking, or I’ll gag you.”

  I flick my hair over one shoulder and peer at him over the top. I’m blinded by the blanket of the night, but the outline of his muscled shadow gives me enough clue as to where he is over my body. Ready to take what he wants. What he owns. I’m completely at his mercy, only our bodies already know that. They recognize each other.

  “But—” His hand dives onto the ground where his Wolf Pack MC bandana is and snaps it near my face, bringing it to my mouth.

  “Bite, you’re fucking good at that.” My teeth clench down over the material that’s in my mouth, the tang of cologne and cigarette dancing across my tongue. He ties it roughly around the back of my head. “Wicked turns you on?”

  I’m stunned by his question, so my answer sticks to the back of my throat.

  Lifting me by my hips until I’m up on all fours, he stretches my legs wide, pressing my face down onto the bed. Slap. Pain radiates over the entrance of my pussy. “Answer the question, Jade. Does he?”

  Saliva builds around the edges of my mouth, my brows knitting together in confusion. What the fuck is he doing? He can’t be serious right now.

  I shake my head to answer his question.

  Slap!

  Another sting pelts across the bottom on my vagina, only this time it verges close to the entrance of my asshole. I weep out loudly from the pain. His other hand comes to the back of my neck as he presses me farther into the blankets.

  “Cross your fingers together at the back of your head.”

  Oh god. I do as I’m told, mainly because I don’t think I want to fuck with this side of him, but another part of me wants to see just how far I can push him. He flicks on the bedside lamp, but it’s dim. Too dim. Offering a soft sepia shade to the room.

  “You let go, and you feel this?” Cold metal slides down the crack of my ass and I tense. My muscles cease when I mentally put the picture together of what it is. He continues to slide the blunt side of a knife down my ass crack. Flattening the knife so it’s covering my pussy and my ass, he leans over until his mouth is at the back of my ear. “It’s going to be one of the many ways I show you just how much you don’t know me anymore.” He removes the knife and I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance. “And another thing? You don’t come unless I say you can.”

  I wriggle beneath his grip before swallowing him whole. The headboard of the bed crashes against the wall as I glare at him over my shoulder, his eyes on mine. He grins, bringing his hand to his mouth and I watch in fascination as his tongue sneaks out and he licks the palm of his hand, sliding it over my asshole. He continues to pump inside of me in savage thrusts, until I feel his balls slap against my clit and beads of sweat swell over my brow line. He slips his finger into my ass as his cock continues to drive inside of me. My clit throbbing every time I feel the tip of him connect with my cervix. My arms ache from holding on, my knees shaking from holding up my weight. My body is confused with the range of feelings that are speeding around inside of me. With the stabbing of pain that echoes through me at every second pump, comes a wave of pleasure. I want to scream when my body tightens and my muscles tense, wailing quietly while my orgasm holds me hostage, waiting for that final push to shove me over the edge.

  He stops and tears prick the corner of my eyes, sweat pooling beneath my face and soaking into the mattress before he pushes inside me roughly, forcefully. Controlled. When his pace slows, his mouth comes to the nape of my neck as his sharp teeth sink into my skin.

  “Show me how much you’re mine, Duchess…”

  With those words spoken through rough baritone and raw animalistic groans, I lose it. My heart rate breaks the scale, my blood turns to lava and everything south quivers as fluid gushes out of me and my body collapses beneath his grip, unable to hold itself up after the torture it’s endured.

  He must pull out because hot cum shoots up my back in spurts, as he slowly releases the knot around the back of my head. Running his finger through his warm liquid, he brings the same fingers to my mouth. “Remember this taste next time you find yourself looking at Wicked with those pretty little eyes. What’s it taste like, Duchess?”

  I’m still panting, struggling to come to terms with everything my body is trying to deal with. “Cum.”

  His dark chuckle is like ice slipping down the curves of my spine. “Wrong. It’s the taste of a man who will kill anyone who crosses his path during his hunt of catching you.” He finally releases me, snatching the bandana off the side of the bed after he has wiped me clean. “Come here.”

  With a wince of pain in my arms, legs, and now swollen pussy, I turn toward him, finding peace in the arms of a man who causes so much chaos.

  I run the tip of my finger over the indented lines of his abs and the thick lines of his tattoos, or more obviously, the numbers 2000. “I don’t think anyone will walk that path, Roy.”

  “Hmmm?” he asks, his voice drunk with sleep. I’ve realized sleepy Royce is my favorite Royce, as the tip of his finger runs circles on my arm.

  “No one will take that path.”

  “Why’s that?” he asks sleepily, his lips now relaxed against my forehead.

  “Because one look at both of us and people know it’s only supposed to be us on that road.”

  His finger stops moving before his lips cushion against my forehead, setting a fucking army of butterflies soaring in my belly. “Sleep, Duchess.”

  “Because tomorrow’s not guaranteed?” I joke, my eyelids heavy.

  “Every single day that I’m breathing means your days are guaranteed. Sleep.”

  My eyes close with a smile stretched wide on my face. I won’t let him go without a fight, I know that much. But what if the fight is with him?

  She makes me vulnerable. I know that. I was aware of the effect she would have on me since the day I first saw her as a baby, but now, this, the growing fear that I have buried in my gut, it’s all only intensifying.

  “Did you get any new information out of her?” Lion asks from under his bike, tinkering with metal. I don’t know why the stubborn fuck is working on his motor when we have a potential war on our hands. Shit between us and the cartel has been rocky since I joined the MC—since that day at Patches. Yet after we killed the three of them, Lion settled with the cartel. I sense there’s shit he keeps up his sleeve where the cartel is concerned, and now that I know about his old lady, I’m guessing it has something to do with her.

  I blow out the thick poisonous smoke. “No. I’m going to tonight.”

  Lion rolls out from beneath the hanging metal, glaring at me. “Stop thinking with your cock.”

  My head jerks back as a snort leaves my mouth. “You’re one to fucking talk.” I want to throw the whole cartel thing in his face, but it is still me they think killed one of their bosses.

  Lion stands, swiping his hands with a cloth. “Fuck you.”

  I blow him a kiss ju
st as Bonnie waltzes out holding a case of muffins. “I made orange chocolate chip, since they’re Jade’s favorite,” she says to me with a slightly aggressive smile. Jesus fucking Christ, are they talking shit about me already?

  “Thanks—”

  Pop! Pop! Pop! Bullets spray out everywhere as her smile falls, the color draining from her eyes. Everything seems to move in slow motion as Lion lunges forward, catching Bonnie in his arms. Blood seeps through the front of her white blouse as she collapses in Lion’s arms. arms.

  I spin around in a rush, my instincts kicking in as I reach for the gat that’s strapped around my waist. Raising it up, I pull the trigger.

  Pop!

  Pop!

  Pop!

  My feet pick up in a run as I jolt to the front gate. My vision turns bleak. I want blood. I need blood. Nothing else matters to me but catching whoever the fuck was behind that gun.

  Until I feel her energy pulsing at my back. Her fear violently seeks comfort within me, and I spin around to find Jade curled beside Bonnie on the ground. Lion pulls his AK from beneath the garage door.

  “Jade!” I roar so loud that my throat contracts in pain. “Get the fuck inside now!” I point to the doors, but the little bitch shakes her head, grabbing Bonnie from beneath her arms and dragging her to shelter.

  I’m going to fucking kill her.

  Spinning around just as Slim kicks open the gates, we follow out onto the road as a black Range Rover speeds off and disappears around the corner.

  Lowering my gun, I draw my tongue out to my lips as the strong taste of metal strips the hairs on the back of my throat.

  “Lion,” I croak, stepping forward. “She might need you right now.”

  A look of anguish flashes over his face. “Can’t lose her.”

  I point to the car that disappeared, but Fluffy and Wicked roar past us on their bikes. “I’ll catch up!” I yell out at them before looking back to Lion. “They fucked us on our turf, now they’re all going to fucking die. Go in there and handle your woman, and fucking mine while you’re at it,” I say flatly, heading straight for my bike. I take one more look at Jade as blood splatters out of Bonnie’s mouth, seeping through Jade’s fingers.

  Jade’s eyes lock with mine. Worry, pain, loss.

  I’m so fucking angry at her I can’t see straight. Not even with Bonnie taking her last breaths on the ground.

  I kick up my bike and ride out of there in a roll of thunder, knowing that when I get back, we will be down a family member.

  Catching up to Fluff and Slim, we swerve in and out of busy streets, hunting for the Rover. I see the tail ass end of the blacked-out SUV a few cars up, turning slightly to signal for Wicked to go around the back street. They fucked us in our home, but they fucked up when they tried to get away with it on our fucking streets. People move around us here. We own this fucking town because for generations we are the ones who have protected it.

  Wicked veers off to the right with a song of honks and blaring in the distance, as Fluff sticks to the middle. I pull to the left and gun it forward even more, the metal of my nine hot against my hip. The Rover swerves out to the left, heading toward a boatyard, which works perfect because there’s no one fucking around there.

  Our bikes roll up as two fuckers slide out from the driver’s and passenger’s seat and make a run for the dock, where an awaiting boat was with another man behind the wheel. I raise up my gun after jumping off my bike, aiming it straight at the driver and pulling the trigger. With the first pop, blood splatters from the back of his head as his lifeless corpse falls to the ground.

  The other two fucks still make a run for the boat as I bolt forward.

  My boots slap against the wood when I dive and jump on the slightly heavier fuck from behind, his body falling to the deck. Wicked keeps running, attempting to catch the other and stop the boat from setting off when he just slips past him, jumping onto the boat and replacing the man I shot behind the wheel, pulling away from the dock.

  “Fuck!” Wicked yells, his wild eyes flying around the place to find something he can chase the boat with.

  “Let up,” I say. “We got all we need.”

  Wicked’s silver orbs turn to slate as they zone in on the slob-cunt-fuck that’s beneath my body. “Lion isn’t going to think clearly. He’s going to go in with rage and could ruin it all.”

  The man beneath me twists and turns, as I press my knee into his lower back farther. “I won’t say shit! Not ever!”

  Rolling saliva in my mouth, I spit in his mouth. “Shut the fuck up.”

  Fluff whistles from the parking lot, hiking his thumb over his shoulder as Justice jumps out of the driver’s seat. His brown eyes sorrowfully fall to the ground, his shoulders slouching. I hear what he’s telling me.

  Bonnie is gone.

  Rage and anger bubble to the surface as I dive my fingers into the man’s mouth, stretching it wide. He glares at me with big eyes. “You’re coming with me, and when I’m done, you’re going to wish I killed you on the spot like I did your friend.”

  Dragging his heavy ass to the back of the blacked-out van, we slam the back doors closed. I stop Wicked before he leaves on his bike, with Fluff and Justice standing around behind me.

  “We can’t take him back to the clubhouse. I don’t want him anywhere near Jade, and fucking also, Lion isn’t going to be thinking clearly. He won’t want him there, tainting Bonnie’s home.” Both Justice and Fluff agree, and when I look back at Wicked to see his decision, he nods.

  “Agreed, but he will want in.”

  “I know,” I say, reaching over to my bike and grabbing my helmet. “He can once we’ve gotten what we need. The kill will be his.”

  I tell Justice to take him to the basement of one of the clubs that the MC owns. It would be risky if we didn’t have confidence in our cleanup crew. Swinging my leg onto my bike, I nod my head at Wicked to gesture to follow me.

  This is going to get messy. I’m fucking on it.

  Candy apples. I remember loving them as a small kid. Royce, Orson, and Storm would drag me to the fair every year, and every year that they would visit Stone View I would beg for a candied apple. Something about the way the sticky red toffee would tickle my tongue. Sugar, the first drug we craved.

  I look down at the gummy red liquid over my hands and clothes, stretching my fingers wide until they’re no longer stuck together. “I’m sorry.”

  Lion is curled over Bonnie’s lifeless body, her eyes now closed but the blood still seeping through her white blouse. Fresh. She was alive moments ago, and now she’s gone. “I love that top, Bonnie! Where’d you get it?” Hard to believe that I asked her that question thirty-minutes ago as she was pulling the muffins from the oven. The muffins that are sprayed around her body, soggy with blood.

  “Don’t be sorry.” Lion’s voice cracks and I swipe my stray hair away from my face. “You need to go inside, Jade. Royce won’t want you out here, and we’ve got to carry out a process that you might not want to see.”

  My lip trembles as sorrow sucks me in like a whirlpool in the middle of a calm ocean. Silently and carefully pulling me under. “Okay.” Standing, my legs liquify and I began falling, just as Slim comes up behind me, catching me by my back.

  “You’ll make a good doc one day, Jade. Stick to your studies.” Lion’s comment throws me off, in the midst of everything, but when I look back down at him clutching Bonnie in his arms with his eyes pained and trained on me, I see why he says it. Maybe I could have saved her, had I known what I was about to learn. He’s right. This is all wrong. I never want to feel like I maybe could have saved someone had I known what to do.

  I promise myself and Bonnie that I will graduate medical school. I will do it for her.

  Once we’re back in the house, Slim leads me up the stairs as police cars roll in through the gates. Gypsy is quiet in the corner of the kitchen, his head hanging between his arms, resting on his knees. My heart contracts seeing him so young and losing a parent. I could
have only wished that I had a parent even close to as warm and loving as Bonnie was. I whimper, my lip trembling. I want to wrap my arms around him and take his pain away.

  The front door slams closed, the silence inside the house deafening.

  “I’ll head up for a shower.” I push past Slim and ignore the girls who are on the sofas in the sitting room, soft cries and hushed whispers.

  Once I’m in the safety of Royce’s bedroom, everything seems to come crashing over me at once. It’s as if I mentally know that I’m safe and stable, and now I can crumble with Royce around me. Running for the small toilet and shower area, I kick open the bowl and bend over, spilling out my breakfast from this morning. Muffins. Orange chocolate chip. Pain grapples with sorrow, fresh tears springing from my eyes. My shoulders curl over, my chest caving in. I clutch the porcelain of the toilet, releasing angry wails between hiccups. I didn’t know Bonnie for long, but she welcomed me into this family and made me feel like I was important. The world needed more of her, not one less of her. I will forever hold a piece of her within me.

  I tap the lever and watch as all the murky, orange goo gets washed up and sucked through the bowl before coming to a stand and removing my clothes.

  The shower was rough. I cried a lot while scrubbing off the blood and washing the taint of death from myself. After changing into some fresh gray yoga pants and a white crop top, I slip on some socks and bag my bloody clothes, the smell of what just happened laced within the stitches of my favorite pair of jeans. Snatching up my phone after brushing my long hair and twisting it into a topknot, I push open the door and freeze when I see Bea on the other side, glaring at me with red-rimmed eyes. Her white skirt is short, her fishnet tights ripped in various places. Her mascara bleeds down her flawless cheeks as her platinum blonde hair hangs like daggers down her back.

  “Why didn’t you save her?”