A New Life Series - Finisher Set

by Samantha Jacobey

  Inwardly, she watched them, waiting to get to the heart of the matter. She felt confident she would get her chance to kill them as she could already tell they underestimated her. After she had eaten, they led her into the cabin, where a fire burned warmly. Brett indicated for her to sit at one of the tables located inside, and she obeyed.

  Towering above her as she perched on one of the benches facing the flames, the grain of the wood leaving a pattern on her unprotected rear end, he demanded to know why she was there. Staring at him, a confused expression wrinkled her face as she stuttered, “You… You wanted me here. You broke into my brother’s house and left that message for me.”

  He squatted down in front of her, poking her left breast on his way by, “An’ what about this guy, where does he fit into this?”

  “He’s Henry’s brother,” she began timidly. “We met up by accident and he took it upon himself to look after me. It made things easy an’ I stayed with him. He’s the guy Eddie sent to watch my brother.” She paused, adding some tremor to her lip as she spoke, “The Feds came for him ‘cause those guys asked them to, an’ I went with them. Then I realized the message was for me, an’ I came to you.” She turned her palms towards the ceiling, hoping she appeared as meek as she currently felt in her bare skin.

  “An’ you told th’ Feds about us,” he concluded for her.

  Tori gave a shrug and a tear rolled down her right cheek. “They questioned me for months. Put me in a halfway house when they couldn’t get what they wanted. Had me declared a minor so they could keep tabs on me. I never gave them anything. No names, nothin’.” She shook her head, her lip still trembling as she spoke, and she could see his expression softening.

  Brett surveyed her undressed curves as she slumped on the bench before him. Eddie had told him things about her the rest of his crew didn’t know. He had bragged what she was for, and fucking wasn’t it - that was her cover, and he was right… she was damned good at keeping it.

  The Scorpions had seen what she did to Dan that first night, seen her fight today, but that was nothing compared to the job Eddie intended for her to do. He wrinkled his forehead as he considered what to do next. Brett knew how and why she had been chosen, that’s how he had located her brother. That’s also what scared him.

  Eddie had chosen her because she was smart. Maybe too smart. “So, what happen’ t’ th’ Dragons?” His tone had become hushed, almost comforting.

  Tori continued to allow the tears, pretending their passing had been difficult for her. She had seen the way the people at George’s funeral had mourned for him, and did her best to channel their sadness.

  “They’re dead,” she stammered. “I woke up, in a hospital in Chicago. The Feds were questioning me an’ told me. If they hadn’t found me when they did, I woulda died, too.” It had all been true of course, and she only left out the parts that incriminated her.

  Enrique stood listening to what she said, and when Brett turned to him, a stab of fear struck her as she realized he might not really be her ally. “Is that true?”

  Enrique did not look at her as he nodded, “Yeah, near’s I could find out, they still don’ know any more than they did.”

  Tori felt relieved, but she no longer felt sure about her companion. Obviously, there were things he had not shared with her, and she became equally glad she had not confided all in him. Boy, wouldn’t Brett be pissed if he knew the Dragons died by my hand. Thank God Enrique doesn’t know!

  Brett considered his words for a moment, looking back and forth between the two of them. Indicating which bunk belonged to him, he instructed her to go and warm herself inside it.

  Scurrying to comply, Tori made her way over to the narrow beds that lined the wall opposite the fireplace. There were five columns, three high, so that the bottom rested barely above the floor, the center positioned at thigh high, and you would have to climb to get into the top, it only far enough below the ceiling to squeeze in. Brett had a center shelf, and she rolled easily into it, wrapping the sleeping bag around her freshly scratched and bruised flesh.

  Unwilling to sleep, she lay waiting, listening to the low voices that continued across the room at the hearth, unable to discern what they said. Eventually, Brett came to bed, removing his clothes before he joined her. She discovered her new lover to be less demanding than Eddie or Red, simply sliding in beside her and pulling at her to move on top of him. She eagerly did so, ready to satisfy him as she lay across his toned muscles, looking into his soft green eyes in the dim glow.

  Her legs straddling him, she lay against his smooth chest. She noticed he had little hair to speak of, the thin coat barely enough to tease her fingers. He easily slid himself into her warm folds, allowing his hands to take in her soft curves and roam up and down her back.

  She moved above him, fucking him with growing intent, kissing the skin along his chin and neck warmly. Pausing occasionally, she kept him from finishing for an extended period of time before she drove him to the end and he clutched at her wildly as he made the noises that indicated he had been more than satisfied.

  Continuing to lay next to his nakedness, Tori rested her head on him, stroking his chest with soft fingertips. He seemed to be a different kind of man than those who had raised her; not nearly so cold hearted or brutal. Drifting off to sleep, she almost felt guilty that she would have to kill him, and wondered if there, in fact, might be another way out.

  New Marks

  Brett had taken a liking to Tori long ago, and having her made him happy, despite the little alarm bells that were ringing in the back of his head. Awakening to find her staring at him, he ran his hand along her jaw, his body eager to have her. She responded to him easily, and would have taken the top again if he had not shifted to pull her beneath him instead.

  Sliding between her legs, he found his way inside her wetness, pushing himself in and holding still while he caressed her smooth skin. Running his mouth across her nipples, he liked the way they wrinkled and grew hard, like small pink pyramids that teased his chest as he rubbed against them.

  Tori returned his kisses, her hands exploring his back and neckline, pulling gently on his curly waves of red hair. Beginning to push against her, she fell into the role of lover so easily; he suspected he was being played but felt powerless to resist it.

  Longing to believe she really wanted him, he squeezed her breasts again as he began to drive her harder. Lifting her feet towards the bunk above them, she grunted noisily, seeming to enjoy the way he felt inside her.

  A few minutes later, Brett could no longer contain himself, and grasped at her shoulders, pushing down hard as he finished loudly, his earthy noises resounding in satisfaction. Lying still to deflate within his prize, he nuzzled her neck below her ear, whispering her name. She didn’t respond, only lying and panting, accepting his intimate acts calmly.

  Satiated, he slid off of her and stood next to the bunk, helping her to make her way out. Several of the others were scattered around, watching and waiting to see if they would once again be given the left-overs. Tori kept her eyes on Brett, uneasy with having to endure another full round of the dirty sex they would demand from her if he did.

  Smiling at her, he tried to make light of his group’s needs and her ability to fulfill them, “You don’t seem too eager to treat them as good as you’ve treated me.”

  Tori stared at the floor, knowing he intended to pass her on to them again. Swallowing hard, she replied coyly, “Well, I usually have a little relaxation in liquid form before I make the rounds.” Cutting her eyes up at him, her face still downturned, she hoped he gathered her meaning.

  Brett only nodded, grabbing his pants and pulling them on, then leading her over to one of the tables, he instructed her to sit, still naked. She could feel his deposit dripping out of her and wetting the bench beneath her as she waited, tickling her as it did.

  She could sense the eyes of the group on her, hungrily taking in her soft lines and curves. Moving slowly, she allowed her long tresses to h
ide, and then reveal her assets in a playful manner. She toyed with them while she could, well aware of what lay in her future, and a sly smile on her lips.

  Making his way over to one of the cabinets next to the stove, Brett opened it and brought out a large partial bottle of rum and a small glass, which he placed before her. Stepping back, he watched in curiosity how much she would consume.

  Tori stared at the container for a moment, considering whether or not to actually use the tiny glass, licking her lips in anticipation. Rum ain’t my favorite, but it’ll sure as hell do the trick. She knew she would be ready to perform soon enough.

  Pouring the glass full, she downed the entire thing in one long gulp. Looking up at him, her eyes questioning if there was a limit, to which Brett waved his hand in a wafting motion, and reassured in a whispery voice, “Have your fill.”

  Looking at the puny glass for a moment, Tori pushed it aside and hoisted the bottle, chugging a third of what remained before replacing the cap and calling it good, her arm removing the surplus from her moist lips.

  Allowing her to sit for a few minutes, Brett finished getting dressed, and then took the bench across from her. Stroking his chin, “Are you gonna pass out on us?” he queried.

  “No,” she mentally added the word, unfortunately, “I doubt I’ll lose consciousness from that small of an amount. Now, if I were to chug the whole bottle,” she laughed edgily at her own joke, which made him smile.

  He feared that he liked her more than he should have. For a moment, Brett considered not sharing his new toy with the others, but looking around at their anxious faces, he knew that would be a recipe for anarchy. Deciding she was sufficiently inebriated, he stood and headed out the door, leaving the group of men to their own devices.

  Tori stared after him as the exit closed, considering how she should respond to the men who were moving closer in anticipation. Rising to her feet, she turned to the one they called Buck, Brett’s second in command. “You know,” she attempted a conversation, “I can make you feel real good if you let me.”

  He gave her a wide grin, showing the half of his teeth that still remained in his mouth. “Oh, yur gonna make me feel real good a’ight,” he emitted a laugh that made her hair bristle on the back of her neck.

  Images of Red flashed in her mind, and she stiffened uncontrollably. Her eyes flitting down to his scraggly teeth, then back up to his steel grey eyes, Tori braced herself.

  Buck, a rather large man with his belly hanging over his silver buckle, unfastened and removed it.

  She wished she had downed a few more swigs of the vile liquid as she turned, trying to appease the man who seemed hell bent on using his leather strap on her scarred skin, covering it with new, bright red marks.

  Tucking her face into her arms, Tori breathed deeply, refusing to allow him to make her cry, and after a few minutes, he judged he had left enough welts on her back and legs. Grabbing her by the arms, he pushed her out flat onto the table, her belly lying against the rough wood, breasts squashed.

  Grasping the edge of the table, Tori struggled not to give away any emotion. She had come to learn men who enjoyed inflicting pain took satisfaction in seeing it on her face and hearing it in the noises that she made, and she had no real desire to bring him pleasure. Lying with her face pressed against the table, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She had played this game enough times, she knew what to do.

  Brett marched with an irritated stomp as he exited the cabin; partly at himself, for giving in to the demands of his crew, and partly at the girl for not being more vocal if she did not want to be shared. I bet she loves it, he suspected as he trudged down the trail to the gun range. He had been with her and seen her too many times to convince him otherwise.

  That don’t matter though, at least she’s mine now, and I got her for free. He recalled the bittersweet details of the offer he made to purchase the girl from Eddie Farrell, two years ago best he could recall, $300k being the offered amount. My entire life’s savings, but I woulda gladly traded it for her.

  “I’ll even wait for delivery,” he had smiled at his old friend encouragingly, “Ya know, ‘til after you’re finished with ‘er an’ her job’s done.” He had felt his blood run cold when Eddie turned to stare at him with his steel grey eyes.

  “She ain’t for sale, old man. Not now – not ever, I don’t give a fuck if you got $300 million. An’ where’s all yur money at anyways, if that’s all you got to offer?” Eddie had sneered at him, disgusted at the way his counterpart ran the Scorpions.

  “Oh, ya know, spend a little here and there. It’s still a good amount, Eddie. I mean, for a woman tha’s a hell of a lot o’ cash,” he laughed nervously, trying to dispel the tension.

  “It ain’t shit for that woman,” he clenched his fists, as if he were deciding if he needed to lay an ass kicking on the man for even suggesting it…

  Brett entered the clearing to the range, finding Enrique digging around in one of the gun cabinets. Noting the sour look on his face, he posed a question, “Why ain’t you back at the cabin? Not like you to turn down your share o’ that girl.”

  Enrique avoided looking at the group’s leader, his tone listless, “Not this time.”

  Brett watched the younger man, analyzing his words, “Ya know, I’s really surprised you actually brought ‘er to us, ‘specially after you took such a beatin’ and denyin’ ever’ minute of it you had no idea where she was.”

  “Yeah, well, ridin’ in here was her idea. I told you, she called me up and asked me to brings her here.” Swinging his gaze to meet the leader’s glare coolly, “He promised he wouldn’t make her bleed.”

  Brett nodded slightly, “So he said, if he don’ get carried away. Ya know how he likes that sort o’ thing. Tha’s why we make a good team, him and I.”

  Enrique only nodded, turning back to the case full of munitions, “You gonna test her?” he tried to change the subject. Not wanting his displeasure to become any more exposed, he reached for a rifle and pulled it out to inspect it.

  “Yeah, tha’s a good one. Le’s strip it down, see what she makes o’ it.” Tossing a sheet on the work bench that shared the awning, he began pulling the gun apart, laying out all of the pieces carefully. “So, if she wants t’ be here, why d’ ya suppose that is?”

  “I think she missed this life. She was with the Dragons a long time. Maybe livin’ in a little house and tryin’ to play normal ain’t for her.”

  Brett busied his hands with the rifle parts, “Thought you didn’ know where she was. Sounds like yur not much of a liar.”

  “Yeah, wells, I used to be. Not so much now. She broke me, I guess,” and he left the conversation at that. Once the items were arranged, Enrique picked up where he left off, “You think she’s a witch?”

  “Who’s a witch?”

  “Tori. Like she has powers or some shit. Over me.”

  Brett looked up at the man across from him, and realized he was serious. Giving him a half shrug, “Why’d you think that?”

  “I dunno. It’s just that I’ve wanted her for so long. Since the first time I seen her. And I keep telling myself, I’m gonna fuck her one more time, and then I won’t wants her anymore. But when I’m done, I wants her more than I did before.” His own honesty surprised him, and he sat, shoulders hunched, waiting for the laughter. Real fucking swift… might as well have said you’re in love with her.

  Brett only stared at the other man, his own feelings raw in his mind, “I never thought o’ it that way.” But he knew what his underling meant. “Tha’s why I came out here; ‘cause I didn’ wanna watch ‘im beat ‘er.”

  Enrique shifted to stare him square in the face. “You coulda stopped him. You didn’ have to lets him, you know.” His words were bitter, but he avoided a full-on confrontation.

  Brett shook his head, “Naw, it serves a purpose, even if I don’ care to watch. We have to be sure o’ who she is, what she wants. She’s tough, cunning, and manipulative.” He grinned, “Her best qua
lities, come to think of it.”

  Enrique laughed out loud, unable to deny he had often thought the same thing.

  When the group had finished with her, they gave her another bucket of warmed water for cleansing; her clothes and pack returned as well. She kept her face calm as she washed away the blood and body fluids from where they had enjoyed her, taking extra care with the new red cuts that covered her scarred flesh.

  Once she was decent and outside, she looked around indifferently, scanning for signs of Enrique. She had been considering the events of the day before, and the time she had spent with him in LA. It had occurred to her, she might have to kill him as well. His absence that morning seemed odd to her, and she didn’t dare ask about him. Hearing gunshots over in the area he had indicated as the firing range, she made her way in that direction.

  The trail that led to the clearing well defined, her heart began to thump at a quicker pace as she surveyed their set up. They had a waist high counter where you could stand with your shells and weapons lying on it in front of you, with targets at varying distances down the range.

  Turning around from the active position, there stood several gun cabinets under a small awning made of tin. To the left of the storage stood another table, where Enrique stood with Brett, cleaning a rifle that lay in pieces on the sheet that covered the wooden surface. The small amount of rum she had imbibed already wearing off, she blinked at the scene, wondering how far they would go.

  Tori had never really liked guns, only considering herself proficient with them after her years of training. A few of the others joined them, curious about the girl they had seen in action only a couple of times. She stepped up to the table, and Brett asked if she knew what kind it was.

  She shrugged a reply, “Valmet, M82. Pretty rare.”