WOLF - Prequel

by Jessie Cooke

  Wolf hadn’t cried since his mother died, and before that, not since he was five years old. But at that moment, he wanted to cry worse than he wanted to do anything. Afraid that she might see tears swimming in his eyes, he reached out and pulled her toward him. Thinking that meant he forgave her, Amara pressed her body into his and clung to him. They stood there like that until Wolf began to have visions of strangling her. He finally pushed her back, gently, and said, “I have to go make sure things are ready for the party. Get dressed.”

  She looked at him strangely and said, “Okay...but, why do you still seem angry?”

  He took a deep breath and then told another big, fat lie. “I’m not angry, baby. Not at all. I love you so much.” Okay, maybe it was just a partial lie. He did love her...still...and he felt like someone’s hand was shoved through his chest and squeezing his heart. Another hand was compacting his lungs and he knew if he didn’t get out of there, he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

  He heard her say, “I love you so much too,” as he all but ran out of the room, and he spent the rest of the time until he had to go change and get her for the party at the clubhouse, drinking and smoking. He was two hours into the party now and even the alcohol and the weed weren’t working. Amara was across the room, talking to her friend, and possibly co-conspirator, Clara. They were laughing, and Amara looked more beautiful than any woman had a right to. He tore his eyes from her and looked around the club. Tonight was a big night for his crew and he should be on top of the world. An alliance with the Southies was the best thing that could have happened to them at this point. Someday Wolf saw his own club as big and powerful as Dax Marshall’s was. Dax had quite a few years on him as president. Wolf was just starting out...but he had no doubts they were going places. He had just pictured Amara there at the top with him, and changing that image was going to be fucking hard.

  “Hey, Wolf!” Jake and some guy that was as big as Garrett from the Southside Skulls were suddenly at his side. “This is my buddy Lance.”

  “Hey, good to meet you. You’re a fighter too?”

  “Yep,” Lance said as Wolf looked up at him. Wolf was tall and there weren’t many men he had to look up at. “I’m part of Jacob’s team. I just got in today from Vegas and I’ll be working with Gunner for a few days while Jake and Brock are in New York.”

  Brock and Jake had a Pay-Per-View event they were hosting in New York. Jake had told Wolf about it, but he’d forgotten in the process of dealing with all of this other shit. He was supposed to have arranged for a couple of the guys to go with them for security. He hadn’t done that. Fuck. “Good,” he told Lance, “Glad to have you.”

  “Do you know yet who’s going with Brock and me to New York?” Jake asked. Wolf’s eyes fell on the door and Bruf coming through it at that moment. They weren’t leaving for two days, and by that time this shit with Amara would already be history. Bruf could probably use a short vacation anyways.

  “Yeah, Bruf is going for sure, I’ll have to let you know on the other.”

  “Great, I like Bruf,” Jake said. “He’s cool.”

  “Yeah,” Wolf said, watching his SA across the room. Bruf looked upset, angry, or anxious. It was a rare occurrence for his SA to show that much emotion on his face. He wondered what had happened to piss him off. “He is the best I’ve got.”

  “I liked that quiet guy too,” Jake said. “Smoke.”

  Wolf smiled and looked over at Smoke. He was playing pool with two of the Southies. He probably hadn’t said a single word to either of them either. “Yeah, Smoke’s a good guy to have on your side.”

  “I’m just guessing,” Jake said, “but I doubt you’d want him playing for the opposing team.” Wolf thought about what he’d sent Smoke to do Thursday night and how quietly he’d handled it. No one had any clue that any Westside Skulls had been near the university...nor would they ever. The only people who knew for sure were no longer breathing. Wolf had asked Smoke to do something that was undoubtedly hard for him...but necessary. He wanted the scum that died in that explosion to know why they were dying just before they took their places burning in hell. Smoke assured him that he’d told them right before he walked out. They had about two minutes to think about it before the house exploded and their short, worthless lives were over.

  “Good guess,” Wolf said with a smile. That was when he looked up and saw Amara and Clara headed out the front door. Bruf saw them too and he was headed after them. “Will you excuse me a second?” he asked Jake and Lance. “Make sure you guys get all you want to eat and drink, there’s plenty.”

  “Sure thing,” Jake said. “Thanks.”

  “It was nice to meet you,” Lance told him. Wolf never took his eyes off his old lady’s backside as she went out the door, but over his shoulder to Lance he said:

  “Likewise. We’ll talk later.” He crossed the room, ignoring anyone that called after him, and went through the door. Bruf was there and so were Clara and Amara. Amara looked angry and Clara looked afraid. “What’s going on?”

  “Clara and I were just getting some air and your watchdog came after us asking all kinds of stupid questions. Call him off, will you?”

  “Nah, Bruf’s doing his job, babe. Where were you two going?”

  “Nowhere! Just for a walk, right, Clara?” Clara nodded, but not too convincingly.

  Bruf looked at Wolf, and Wolf knew it was now or never. Amara was getting nervous, and if he didn’t act soon, the whole night...and his whole plan...was going to fall apart. He slipped his arm around Amara’s waist and said, “Come on, baby, I’ll take you for a walk.” He nodded at Bruf, and Bruf looked at Clara and said:

  “I’ll show you to your car.” A look of panic crossed Clara’s face, but she didn’t say anything and neither did Amara. Wolf led his old lady away from the club and toward the path that led around the back of the trailer park. They walked in silence for a while before she said:

  “Shouldn’t you get back to your party?”

  “Nah, they’re all drunk or high by now, they won’t even notice me missing. I want to spend some time with my lady. It’s a beautiful night.”

  She looked up at the stars. “Yeah, it is.”

  “Can I ask you something, baby?”

  “Sure.”

  “You ever regret not marrying one of those fancy rich guys that work with your old man?”

  “No way. You know those guys aren’t my type.”

  “What is your type?” She stopped walking and turned to face him, sliding under his arm so that their bodies were pressed together. Wolf’s body instantly responded. Even though he knew she had betrayed him in the worst way, he still wanted her. He didn’t know what that said about him.

  “Only you,” she said, seductively. When all else failed, Amara relied on her sexuality to get her through, and one last time, Wolf intended to take full advantage of it. He put both of his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss, shoving his tongue into her hot mouth and tasting her. Knowing it was for the last time brought that knot back in his stomach, but he ignored it and tried to just focus on how good she still tasted. Their lips were crushed together, and their tongues danced the now familiar dance that they could do in their sleep. The curves of her body were melded into his and he could feel his cock rising and growing by the second. His hands began to move down her body, roaming across her firm, round butt cheeks and down to the hem of the dress she was wearing. He began to shimmy it up while he deepened the kiss. She let him get it up to where half her ass had to be hanging out before pulling back. With a sexy smile she said:

  “We better take this to the house, baby...don’t you think?”

  “I thought you liked other men to look at your sexy body, baby.”

  Something flashed across her face...not guilt...maybe fear? “Only when we’re playing the game with strangers. I don’t want your crew looking at my ass...do you?”

  “I’d fuck you right here, and be proud to do it,” he said. “But I don’t want to embarrass you
. Let’s go home and fuck.”

  “You sure you don’t have to get back to the party?”

  “They’ll be alright.”

  “And Clara?”

  “She’ll be fine,” he said. “Bruf said something earlier about looking for a quick BJ,” he lied. “That’s probably why he wanted to walk her to her car.” Amara looked shocked.

  “Seriously? Bruf and Clara?”

  “He don’t wanna marry her, baby, just feel her hot mouth on his cock.”

  “Mm...that sounds good,” she said as he steered her around and they started walking.

  “Bruf’s cock?”

  She giggled. “No, silly...my mouth around yours.”

  “Good, because you’re going to be on your knees in about five minutes.” Like the whore you are.

  17

  Before they got to the house, Wolf picked Amara up and put her over his shoulder. She yelped, and he spanked the ass that was now shining for the whole world to see. No one was around, but at this point he didn’t care. He was going to fuck her good tonight and then he was going to have to start rebuilding his life tomorrow, without Amara in it. While they were planning the party, Wolf’s lawyers and a few of his men had been tying up some loose ends. Divorce papers had been drawn up, the messages Amara had erased from her phone were found, and it turned out that the most recent, hapless assassin was a “cousin” who Bruf was currently having Clara take him to meet. There was also a life insurance policy that had been found in some of Amara’s things while the girls were packing her up. They’d put all of her cotton underwear, crew-neck t-shirts, and long jeans into a big suitcase with everything else. Everything sexy had been cut to shreds and put in garbage bags and as much of it that would fit had been loaded into the car out front—the one she didn’t even notice as he carried her into the house.

  The life insurance policy...for two million dollars...had been canceled and Wolf had given a lot of thought to what he wanted to do with Amara. Violence had absolutely crossed his mind, but no matter how many different scenarios he imagined, he knew he’d never be able to go through with it. What he did know was that he was going to make her feel as worthless as she had him by the time the night was over.

  As soon as he got her into the house, he ripped the thong off her. When they got to the bedroom and he set her down on her feet, he grabbed the front of her dress with one hand and ripped that down the middle as well. She started to protest, and he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down to her knees.

  “Wolf! You’re treating me like a whore.” He almost told her that’s because she was one, but he bit that back, for now. Instead he simply unzipped his jeans and pulled out his now rock-hard, aching cock.

  “Suck it,” he told her, pressing it to her lips.

  “Baby...what...?” While she had her mouth open he shoved it in between her lips. She looked shocked for a few seconds, but then she realized he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Wolf had never forced himself on anyone in his life, and even though she was his legally and she deserved his punishment, he would stop short of raping her. But she didn’t fight him. Instead she began to lick his cock, like a professional and he realized at that moment that if nothing else, when he put her out on the street, she’d always have that talent to fall back on. She sucked his hard cock into her mouth and began running her tongue all around it, licking the underside of the shaft and rolling the head around on her tongue, sucking on it, hard, until it was all the way in the back of her throat.

  “That’s it, baby...fuck, you’re so good at that.” She kept it up, tipping her head back, deep-throating him. He was trying to ignore how hot she looked...how fucking sexy she was. But his body was so in tune to hers and she was absolutely the best piece of ass he’d ever had...he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy it, one last time.

  After a long while when his balls got tight and he was ready to explode, she reached up and put her hands on either side of his face and pulled him down into a kiss. He dropped to his knees and unhooked her strapless bra, letting it fall off her perfect, pert, firm breasts and onto the floor, and then he shoved his hand down between her thighs. She was soaked, and she moaned when he touched her pussy. She was sucking on his tongue like she had been his cock a few minutes earlier, getting hotter and wilder as his fingers explored the sopping-wet folds of her pussy. She let her hips grind against his hand, rubbing her swollen clit into him. He reached up with his free hand and found one of her big, rock-hard nipples and he began to roll, pinch, and pull on it. She moaned again and said something in Spanish. That voice, in her native language, still drove him crazy. He bent down and took one of her breasts into his mouth and he began to suck and lick it, pulling it as far back into his mouth as he could, rolling the nipple against his tongue. Fuck...I love fucking her. How am I going to live without this?

  He pushed her back suddenly so that she fell to the carpet behind her and with the hand that was already between her legs, he pushed her legs open. He climbed up over her and drove his cock into her hot, tight pussy. She cried out and clawed at his back as he began to move in and out of her, hard and fast...showing no mercy. He fucked her into the carpet, listening to her cries of passion as she pressed her head back into the floor and arched her back. He leaned down and grabbed a piece of her exposed neck with his teeth. He would leave her with a souvenir to remember him by, at least for a little while. He bit and sucked...hard...while continuing to drive into her over and over again. She dug her fingernails into him and screamed when she came, and that was when he pulled out of her, moving his mouth down her body until he reached her mound. He could smell the musky scent of her orgasm before he buried his face between her legs. He began lapping up her thick juices, tasting how sweet she was for the last time. He licked and sucked and nibbled at her hard clit until he pushed her over the edge one last time. His back was probably bleeding from the way her nails were ripping at his flesh, but he didn’t care...all he cared about was emptying himself into her one last time.

  He lifted his face up and looked at her. She was sweaty and flushed and collapsed down against the carpet. He stood up and stripped his pants the rest of the way off and then pulled off his shirt before reaching down and scooping her up. She squeaked when he tossed her face down into the bed, but when he pushed on her lower back, she raised her ass up to him and he drove himself back into her. This time he was fucking her to get off only and as she gripped onto the comforter, moaned, grunted, and screamed out his name, he plunged in and out of her like a wild animal in heat. He could feel the orgasm coming and before it boiled over he grabbed two handfuls of her hair, pulling the top half of her body up off the bed and slamming himself into her. She said something loud in Spanish when he exploded inside of her and for several long minutes he kept rocking into her while wave after wave of his sperm emptied into her.

  Wolf hadn’t been sure he could do what he needed to do. He was a strong man, but when it came to Amara, he’d always been weak. When he rolled her over and looked at her face and he saw that she had the nerve to look happy and satisfied, when days ago she’d tried to see him in a pine box, the rage returned and spurred him into action. He pulled out of her and when she reached up for him, he took a step back from the bed. She looked surprised and said:

  “What are you doing, baby? Hold me.”

  “Get up.”

  “What?”

  “Get the fuck up.” She looked shocked, and then angry. She sat upright and said:

  “Why are you talking to me like that?”

  “Like what?” he said. “Like a whore who has been fucking other men...using her pussy to get them to do her bidding?”

  “Wolf...” He walked over and picked up the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants that the girls had left for her and he tossed them at her.

  “Put those on.”

  Her voice was shaky as she said, “I don’t understand.” The shakiness told him that she did understand, all too well.

  “Put them on.” She
did as she was told. There was fear in her eyes and his anger fed off it. Once she was dressed in the sweats, he tossed her tennis shoes at her. She put those on too and then he said, “There’s a car out front. The keys are in it and there’s a thousand dollars in the glove compartment. Your phone no longer works, nor do your debit or credit cards. Your cousin is probably dead by now, your father owes me over three hundred grand, and the insurance policy that you thought you were going to collect on has been canceled. Do not ever show your face here again. Don’t ever try to contact me or anyone in my club...count yourself lucky every day that you’re not as dead as your skinny little lover...because if you push me any further, Amara, we might both find out what I’m capable of.”

  She was looking at him with a shocked expression on her face. The color had drained out of it and she looked like she might be sick. “I don’t know what...” she started. Wolf grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face up to his.

  “Do you really want to lie to me again?”

  “You’re hurting me,” she said. He let go of her and she dropped back onto the bed.

  “Go,” he told her. “Now.” He watched as she pulled herself up and walked across the room. When she got to the door she had the nerve to ask:

  “What about my stuff?”

  “Anything I thought you deserved is in the car, otherwise, you have no stuff. Everything else in this house is mine. I’ll take care of the divorce...”

  “Divorce! Can’t we talk about this? I know you love me!”

  “Loved, Amara. Past tense. I can’t stand the sight of you right now. I want you out of here and if you don’t go on your own, I’ll have you carried out.”

  With crocodile tears in her eyes, she reached for him. For the first time in his life, he raised his hand to a woman. He stopped himself short of hitting her, but the fear in her eyes was almost as satisfying. He was in the darkest mood he could ever remember being in...and he was a little bit ashamed to admit, even to himself, that Amara had good reason to be afraid. Without saying anything else, she finally turned and went out the door. He stood rooted to the spot until he heard the sound of the car starting up, and her driving away. When he knew she was gone, he locked the bedroom door and lay down on his bed. He finally let himself grieve the death of a love he thought would last forever. She was the only woman that he’d ever given his heart to, and she’d taken it and crushed it into dust. His chest felt empty and there was a deep, painful ache in his core that he wasn’t sure would ever go away. But what he did know for certain was that he would never make that mistake again.