Seven (Angels of Death MC)

by Hilary Storm

  After we both wash ourselves, she steps out of the shower and grabs us both a towel. Her eyes skate down my body and I let her look without even considering turning away. My dick is still standing at attention and I have a feeling that won’t be changing anytime soon with her around. “Meet me downstairs, I want another drink before I go to bed with you.” Fuck if I’m going to argue with that kind of demand; shit, I might take that ass behind the bar when I get there if she keeps that shit up.

  She leaves me to the steamy bathroom and I exhale deeply. My mind begins to float over the bullshit that happened tonight and even though fucking is a great release for stress, I’m still feeling like a shitstorm is brewing with Blade and the club. I’ll need to handle some shit in the morning with him before he gets out of hand. It’s my fucking job to make sure he stays level, and tonight he was not.

  I wrap my towel around my waist and choose not to even bother with clothes. They’ll just be coming off soon anyway. I smile as I think about all the shit I’ve imagined doing to her and now that I can, I have to say that shit excites me. She’ll be up for anything and I plan to have some fucking fun with her.

  I walk up behind her and grab her waist to pull her tight against me and fuck if she doesn’t feel perfect pushing that firm ass into me, instantly causing my blood to rush. I run my hands up her body and caress her tits over her thin t-shirt. Sliding my hand over her neck and through her hair, I move her head to the side and breathe heavy on her neck.

  I feel her body pulse for me as she exhales a moan and grabs my hand to slide it down her chest and stomach until I feel the heat between her legs. There’s no way I could ever get enough of this. I start stroking her clit before I let my fingers enter her. Her body is still hungry for my hard cock and who am I to ever say no to her again?

  She pulls my hand from her and turns toward me, looking as hungry as she always has at me. She’s not looking like I’ve just fucked her senseless in the shower. My intensity spikes again and I lift her ass onto the bar only taking a step back to kiss down her legs. I eventually run my tongue over her clit and suck it into my mouth, causing her to grab a hold of my hair and pull it hard. Fuck. The sound of her moans turns me on. Her grip turns me on. Her taste turns me on. Shit, everything she does turns me on.

  I need her to be as rough with me as I am her. I brush my beard up to her stomach as I pull her body close to mine and stand to my feet. She’s sitting on the bar and I’m thankful my height is just perfect for what’s about to happen. Sliding my hard cock over her entrance a few times before I thrust deep into her is just a warning for her to prepare herself.

  She doesn’t break eye contact with me until I draw back. She wraps her arms around my neck to pull herself up to watch me thrust into her again. I look down to see what she’s seeing and fuck me if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve seen. “You like watching yourself get fucked by me, don’t you Piper.” Before she answers, I thrust into her again. She tosses her head back and closes her eyes tight as I slide her against the bar with each thrust of my hips.

  I hold her ass in my hands and squeeze. “Don’t forget this ass is mine.” She nods as I fill her with my hard cock once again.

  “Fuck me harder, Switch.” Her words send me into an uncontrollable frenzy to give her exactly what she’s asking for. I go harder and deeper with each and every stroke, feeling her reach a climax again and again. Fuck, I love pleasing my girl this way.

  Shit, I just said it. My girl.

  I pick her up and take her up against the back wall of the bar, her nails dig into my back and it has me dying to reach my own release yet again. “I want to feel you come inside me.” Her words are like electricity coursing through my veins and it takes me no time to reach my own climax. I feel her tighten around me and watch her body quiver before wetness runs down between us. I pull her in for a kiss and feel her tongue tangle with mine as I pull out of her and slide her off of the bar. and turn her back around.

  “Fuck Piper, you have no idea what you do to me.” I exhale, trying to catch my breath as she slides down my body. She just smiles and adjusts her tiny t-shirt to cover her body, grabs my hand and leads me back to the bedroom.

  We make it up to my room and both crawl into bed completely naked. The feeling of her warm skin against mine as she has her left arm and leg sprawled over me has me feeling more comfortable than I’d like to admit. Everything about this feels right, and I don’t ever want it to end.

  For now, I’ll just enjoy these moments while they last; maybe I can have something stable even with the club and all the other hell going on. She falls asleep quickly and I continue to think about how the world is perfect right this very moment, even if all hell is going to break loose when I talk to Blade about the shit that went down tonight.

  Chapter Eight

  Piper

  Fuck, it’s early.

  I look over to see Switch still asleep; even passed out this man is gorgeous. No wonder I can’t keep my hands off him. I might just have to wake him up and tease the fuck out of him for a bit just as payback. It’s so crazy that all this happened; I still can’t grasp the concept of having him in my life.

  I need coffee first before today starts; I’m sure Evan will be here soon barking orders and demanding all sorts of things. I’ll just borrow Switch’s shirt again; he can have it back when he rips it off me.

  The kitchen is quiet; actually everything is really quiet. This isn’t unusual for this place this early, not even in the slightest. I keep looking just to make sure no one is here and just didn’t announce themselves. I don’t like surprises. The garage is empty with the exception of the two cars pulled in and all of the parts scattered about from the guys working out there yesterday.

  Suddenly I hear a faint roar of a motorcycle in the distance. “Must be Evan,” I mumble to myself as I reach down to pull my shirt down a little lower. I’m sure he won’t approve of me wearing this around the clubhouse, but I’m not going to listen to his big brother bullshit this morning.

  Today nobody can bring me down from this high, not even Evan. I feel amazing and the way Switch treated me last night was more than I could’ve imagined. His touch was demanding and caring at the same time. I could see how he felt through his dark brown eyes as he watched me come undone over and over in his arms.

  He’s falling for me, whether he wants to admit it or not. I’ll let him pretend this is just a sexual thing between us until he’s ready to admit otherwise.

  I walk back upstairs to grab a pair of shorts as I hear the rumble get even closer to the house. Glancing over at Switch, I can’t help but smile as I watch him stir and reach for me across the bed. He looks up just as I walk closer and I instantly wish like hell I could just tell Evan to leave so I can spend the day with Switch in this bed.

  “My brother is here; I’ll just tell him you’re still sleeping so you can get some rest.” He nods at me just before he lays his head on my pillow and pulls it in tight against his chest. I decide I’m going to rush Evan away from here and make my way back into his arms before we both have to leave for the day.

  Tiptoeing down the stairs, I try to minimize the creaking sounds, expecting to see Evan by the bar. I’m actually surprised when he’s not there. Fuck. I need coffee. I hear the door behind me open as I walk down the hall toward the kitchen.

  I quickly turn to see a prospect startled when he sees me, so I just keep walking. “Mornin’. Looks like I’m early. Where’s everyone else?” His squeaky little voice is oddly annoying and I almost tease him about it, but I choose to hold my tongue. I can tell he’s nervous and most likely trying to prove himself to my brother and Switch.

  I can see how they could be intimidating to most people, but I’m not one of those people. “Still in bed, I’d imagine.” I can hear his footsteps following me into the kitchen. Choosing to ignore him, I begin to make some coffee.

  He walks closer to me and I can see his boots next to my bare feet before I feel him grip my shoulder and cover m
y face with a dirty rag. The room goes dark instantly before I have the chance to realize what he’s doing.

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  “Wake the fuck up, Bitch.” The horrendous scent of disgusting breath slaps me in the face as I start to wake up. My arms are being pulled tight by metal chains and my shoulders are forced to stretch until I’m screaming in pain. I try to see who’s near me, but I can’t make out the dark silhouettes through my swollen eyes.

  “Cut her clothes off. I want to see those tits.” My insides are destroyed the second I hear his words. The next thing I hear is the sound of my clothes being cut from my body. They don’t worry about making sure they don’t cut me in the process and I can feel the burn of the blades as they pass over me. My shirt falls open and one of them grips the material with his hands and rips it off of me the rest of the way. My shorts follow.

  “Fuck. I’m gonna love this one. No bra or panties… It’s like she’s begging for us to fuck her.” Another voice comes from behind. I can count at least six men around me. Two holding the chains, the one in front of me, and the two that cut my clothes off.

  I try to let my mind remember how I got here, but I have nothing. I can see junk cars and realize quickly that I’m in a salvage yard of some sort. Bright spotlights keep me from seeing anything very clearly, but at least I was able to make that part out.

  My heart is beating out of control and my mind is spiraling into chaos as I imagine what they’re going to do to me. I wish like hell Evan or Switch would walk up and kill each one of these fuckers right now, but I know I won’t be that lucky.

  The sound of a truck gives me hope, but when I hear the guys acknowledge another voice it ruins me. Seven. There’s seven men and I’m tied up naked. There’s really only one way this can go. The possibilities horrify me and being chained up restricts me from doing anything to get out of this situation.

  I lose focus on what they’re saying as I drift to my past and begin to relive the worst night of my life, up until tonight. Even though I know that night will be nothing compared to what’s about to happen, it was the night my life changed forever.

  One of the chains slips before it’s yanked back, pulling my arm even higher. The other guy follows his lead and I’m now literally standing on the tip of my toes trying to stay steady.

  A rough hand slides around my side from behind and grips my right nipple hard before he rips his fingers away. The pain of feeling like my nipple was ripped off causes me to make a sound and then I can hear the rest of the guys walking toward me.

  “I told you to leave her the fuck alone until I’m done with her. I’ll let you have my leftovers…” He moves in close to my face and I try to recognize him, but I can’t. “If I leave any.” He slides his hand down my chest and over my nipples as he finishes talking.

  I try to take in everything. This won’t be like the last time; I’ll find this fucker. He’s wearing a black shirt, black jeans, and boots. His beard is unkept and if I had to guess his age, I’d say he’s in his forties. His characteristics are like so many of the guys so I’ll need to look for tattoos or something that sets him apart. If I focus on that, maybe I’ll be able to get through this.

  “You Blade’s sister?” He grips my throat as he questions me and gets so close to my face that his nose is almost touching mine.

  I nod my head yes, even though I know he already knows this. There’s no reason to lie about it and piss him off even further.

  “I need to remind him of something. And I just decided, you’re going to deliver my message.” I look at his face close and see zero compassion. This man is hard and I instantly have to work to try to process what he’s saying. My head is already trying to escape the situation and I know I need to remember everything I can.

  “In fact, maybe I’ll just call him and tell him myself. He might listen if I tell him with my dick buried inside his sister.” I close my eyes knowing how much that will torture Evan. He will rage like never before and I can’t stand the thought of him going through that.

  “I can tell him for you, just tell me what you want and let me go.” His hysterical laughter hits me in the face before he begins to walk around me, ducking under the chain on my left. His hand scrapes across my stomach and over my ass while he circles me before he slides it around the front of me and shoves his hand between my legs and his fingers inside me. The urge to vomit is strong and the need to kill is even stronger.

  “You’re not going anywhere. That tight little pussy will be tore up when we finish with you.” He pulls me into his body, lifting me just enough that I can no longer touch the ground. His breath hits my ear and I work with everything in my body to take what he does and not lose it. I can feel my mind swirling as my body continues to try to separate me mentally, even though I’m fighting it for at least a few more minutes. I want to know who these fuckers are.

  “You see. Your brother thinks he’s some fucking god. He thinks he gets to decide when people live or die.” He scrapes me as he pulls his hand away and drops me to dangle until my feet settle. I have to fight to get my footing once again and end up crying out just slightly. They all begin to laugh like they’re fucking hungry to get a piece of me, which only causes me to go deeper into the darkness.

  The burn on my back takes over everything in my mind as I feel him slice my back open while he talks. “There’s seven of us. I’m going to leave you with a reminder.”

  I swallow as he takes the knife across the top of my back, then down from my right shoulder to the top of my ass. Blood begins to run instantly and my body pulls me into the numbness without any hope of me stopping it. I should be thanking my internal defense right now, but that would take logic, which I don’t seem to have.

  “Give me Blade’s fucking phone number. I want him to hear this. Maybe now that fucker will listen to what I have to say.” I close my mouth with his demand. I can’t do this to Evan. Him knowing it happened will be bad enough. I don’t really want him to hear me being tortured at his expense. I can’t imagine a worse nightmare than if I had to listen to his reactions as all of this is happening.

  “You’re going to give me his number one way or the other. But if you want to close that fucking mouth, I’ll give you reasons to open it.” He forces his dirty fingers between my lips and pulls my jaw down. I open wider hoping to get my teeth into position to fight back, knowing it’ll most likely only make this worse. He removes his hand quickly before I have the chance to lock my teeth down, then squeezes my cheeks together, forcing my mouth to open slightly.

  He runs his lips over mine and my insides instantly twist as I fight back vomit. Fuck. I’d rather die than go through this again.

  How can this be happening again? I thought it could never be worse than it was that night, but this seems to be an entirely new level of hell.

  Switch

  “Where the fuck is she?” I lean forward and ask Blade for the fucking third time.

  “Maybe she needed some space after you stuck your damn dick in her.” He leans back like he’s annoyed that I’ve asked again.

  “She couldn’t get enough of me. If she’s not at your house, then something is wrong.” I can feel it. I remember her saying she was going to talk to Blade yesterday morning as I slept and he told me he wasn’t the one who showed up at the house.

  I’ve had a bad feeling and I can’t fucking shake it. She’s been begging to get me to bed and she wouldn’t run from me after the night we had. She left her phone here and she would’ve had to have been picked up because her car is still at Blade’s. It isn’t like her to disappear for an entire fucking day and night.

  “I can pull all the guys to look for her, but we both know my sister does what she wants. She may be in New York shopping for a fucking wedding dress for you to get married for all we know.” I watch him run his hand down his face and over his beard as I try to decide how I want to handle these fucked up feelings I have.

  “Get the guys in here. I want to ask them who was here this morning.
” I look to Beast for him to make the call. Blade leans forward as soon as the call ends and spreads his hands out on the table before he stands to talk to all of us.

  “I handled Clutch last night. He spewed some bullshit about the club being poisoned by a traitor before I killed him. Who knows anything? Just remember I’ll fucking kill anyone who lies to me but you have no fucking chance if you lie in this room.” He begins to walk behind all of us as we sit at the table. It’s just the officers in here right now, so just as expected, none of us respond with anything.

  “I want ears on all the fuckers in this club. Until I tell you it’s all good, we don’t talk outside these closed doors about any club business. Trust no one.” He’s fully circled the room before he sits back down at the head of the table.

  I know he’s been talking, but my thoughts still seem to be on where in the hell Piper is. Watching Beast, I want for him to get any texts. When one finally comes, he looks over at me before he speaks up. “All members are on their way except one prospect who made a trip to see his parents today.” I grip my fists and think about what I’d do if anything happened to her. The shit that’s been going on around here lately has me on edge and ready to move the hell to the mountains to spare myself from half the bullshit like Blade did.

  “I want every one of them talked to individually about this shit so it’s going to be one long fucking night.” Blade stands to leave the room and I look to each of the other guys around the table.

  My phone vibrates and I answer it quickly even though I don’t recognize the number.

  “Hey Boss, this is Tank. I’m headed in like Beast said you wanted, but can’t get ahold of Chewy. He’s out at the salvage yard today. Do you want me to stop by and pick his lazy ass up?” Tank is a prospect that I’ve taken in as my own little project. He will make it into the club soon because I’m making sure of it.