A Different Shade of Violet?

by K E Osborn

  “I’m close,” I whisper against his lips.

  “Me too,” he whispers back and it’s like it sets off a fire within us both. I grip my fingers onto his back and he kisses me deeply. He starts to move a little faster and the pleasure washing over me is suddenly upon me. He pushes in deeper and I clench my body tight. My back arches as we both start to moan on each thrust. I dig my fingernails into his back as the pressure builds quickly. I moan loudly as my body constricts and shakes. I thrust my back up as I clench my eyes shut and start to see flashes going off behind my closed eyes.

  “Come with me, Vee,” he groans and I tighten my pussy just as my body reacts and I quiver as the heat engulfs me. I explode in an intense orgasm just as he jolts inside me and unloads everything he has with a long drawn out moan. Our lips are still locked together and it seems even during orgasm we’re still able to continue kissing. I never want to be out of his grip.

  He looks deeply into my eyes and I feel that connection flowing through us like it always has. From the moment I laid my eyes on his multicoloured orbs I knew that Hudson Stone was the man I was going to love for the rest of my life. And at this moment, I know there is no one else for me out there in this big wide world. Hudson is meant for me, and me for him, and I am going to do everything in my power to make him see that we are destined to be together.

  We finally finished our love making and we’ve worn ourselves out. But we are now both completely sated and satisfied as we lay here in the dark just cuddling. We slept so much today that although it’s night time and we are in bed, neither of us can sleep.

  I’m nuzzled into his side as he plays with my hair. Leaning in he sniffs and fondles my hair making me smile.

  “You smell so good.”

  “Like Violet and sex?” I ask.

  “Two of my favourite things.”

  “I’m still your favourite thing?” I ask and he caresses my cheek looking into my eyes.

  “You always were, that never stopped.”

  Suddenly the world feels right again.

  “I love you, Hudson,” I say meaning it more than ever before.

  “I love you too, but this doesn’t change anything, Vee. I still can’t be with you.”

  “What, why?— ”

  “Because—” Hudson stops talking mid-sentence when we suddenly hear two loud bangs. He looks toward the door and I tense up immediately. The two bangs are then followed by the roar of an engine and some skidding tyres. Hudson looks at me and then jumps up.

  “Put some clothes on,” he bellows as he rushes to his jeans and slides them on. I sit up and quickly pull on a dress over my naked body.

  “Hudson, what was that noise?” I ask as he pulls out his gun and flicks the safety switch.

  “Sounded like gunshots. Go and hide in the bathroom. Don’t come out until I tell you to, okay? Not for anything, Vee,” he demands walking over and then quickly kissing me. “Now go and don’t come out,” he barks and I tense up as I hear more tyres screeching. “Vee… go!” he coaxes while he rushes to the door and looks out the side window.

  I run to the bathroom and sit down next to the toilet on the floor. My heart is racing a million miles a minute and I’m actually terrified. Hudson is out there on his own and if it is the Dogs, he will be majorly outnumbered. He has a better chance if I’m out there to help. I stand up and rush to the bathroom door, move through it and into the main room when I hear more gunshots ring out. I duck and cover my head with my hands. There’s a lot of yelling and then more gunfire. Panic floods me as I realise the noise is not inside but outside, and I need to get to Hudson now. I run to the front door panic ripping through me. I don’t care if I get shot, I just need to protect Hudson. I open the front door and see Mad Dog and his cronies all standing around something. I look at them trying to find Hudson, but I can’t see him.

  “Oi, there she is,” the young Dog states as he notices me. I freeze for a second and then my flight instinct kicks in and I turn to run. He’s quickly behind me and grabs my hair. Then he wraps his arms around me tightly pulling my back to his front. I scream loudly and start to kick and wriggle to try to get away from him, but he’s far too strong.

  “Hudson, Hudson, help!” I yell out as the Dog drags me toward the front door and back outside to the other waiting biker members, including Mad Dog himself. I try my hardest to break free, but I’m unable to match his strength.

  “Now, lookie lookie, who we have here,” Mad Dog taunts as he walks across to me. “Boss, it’s good to see you again. Sorry about your protector,” he teases and I stop thrashing about and look him in the eyes terrified by what he just said.

  “Where’s Hudson?” I demand and he laughs and points over to where the other bikers are standing. I can’t quite see because it’s so dark and the Dog that’s holding me starts to drag me toward a large black van. I start to thrash about again and scream as loud as I can so the other officers at the front can hear me. The dogs all laugh and start walking toward me as they try to move me into the van.

  Then I see him!

  I freeze.

  I look down at Hudson’s body lying on the ground.

  He’s still.

  There’s no movement at all and there’s blood everywhere.

  Then I notice three visible gunshot wounds to his chest.

  Oh God! “Hudson?” I call out as I start to go into panic overdrive.

  I scream loudly, so loudly it hurts my throat and the Dogs block their ears as I thrash even harder than before. I start to cry, real tears as the hot salt water stings my eyes.

  “Hudson,” I yell again while I smash my head back into the dog’s forehead who’s holding me.

  “Fuck,” he yells and lets me go. I fall to the ground and scurry as quickly as I can on all fours over to Hudson’s very still and lifeless body. He’s cold, really cold and there’s so much blood. My heart’s racing so fast it feels like it’s tearing through my chest wall. Not only is it beating fast, but it’s breaking into tiny shards while I watch Hudson helplessly.

  “Hudson, Hudson, wake up,” I beg, leaning down and kissing his lips softly so I don’t hurt him. He doesn’t react and I cry even harder as I pull his head into my lap.

  He can’t die.

  I can’t live in a world without him.

  I move my hands over two of the gunshot wounds to try and stem the bleeding. There’s so much blood, it’s everywhere.

  “What have you done?” I yell toward Mad Dog.

  “Looks like I’ve killed your boyfriend. Didn’t even know you were dating a cop! It’s a win, win situation,” Mad Dog says and I scream again holding onto Hudson so tightly. I don’t want to let him go. I just want to die here with him.

  “Just kill me!” I yell out and they all laugh.

  “It’s no fun when you beg to die. Plus, we have other plans in store for you, Boss,” Mad Dog snickers. My silent tears running in streams down my face and falling onto Hudson’s forehead.

  “Hudson, don’t leave me. Please don’t be dead. I can’t lose you, too,” I mumble through my tears as I sob so much I’m hyperventilating. My heart is racing so fast it’s hurting. Snot bubbles from my nose and I can’t even see anymore because there are so many tears flowing down my face.

  “Right, that’s enough. Someone get her will you,” Mad Dog states and they all step closer around me.

  I scream loudly. The pain I’m feeling right now is just like the pain that ripped through me when I lost Danny. “I can’t breathe,” I say out loud as I gasp and try to get some air in, but to no avail. “Hudson, wake up,” I cry into him as one of the Dogs pulls me up by my hair. I scream dragging Hudson’s lifeless body with me.

  “Let go of him, Boss,” the Dog berates and I scream holding him tighter.

  “Let go, Violet,” Mad Dog says, but I keep a tight hold on Hudson.

  Another dog comes over and pries my fingers from Hudson’s body as the other pulls me away. I scream and howl so hard as they drag me away from him.
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  “No, don’t leave him here. Hudson wake up! Baby, please wake up,” I yell as they drag me toward the waiting van. I thrash about again trying my hardest to get back to Hudson, but Mad Dog comes over and looks me in the eyes.

  “Will you shut up,” he exclaims and then punches me right in the face.

  Pain rips through my head as I fall limply in the Dog’s arms. I stop screaming while everything goes fuzzy and they pull me into the back of the van, and the very last thing I see is Hudson’s lifeless body lying in the dirt at the cabin before everything turns black.

  I’m jolted awake by my body being thrown across the back of the van as it goes over a bump in the road. My head aches like a bitch and I put my hand up to hold onto it for comfort. As I touch my head, I feel wetness and I bring my hand back down to look and see Hudson’s blood all over my hands. A flash of seeing Hudson’s body on the ground before I blacked out runs through my head. I slump as my heart thuds so fast, it feels like I’m having a heart attack because of the agony in my chest. I look down at my dress and it’s covered in blood too. All from Hudson. There’s so much blood, and I start to panic as I gather my bearings and look around the back of the van. I sit up and observe that there are no windows. I start to panic. My breathing is rushed and I begin to feel quite dizzy. I rush toward the back of the van door and look for a way to open it. Of course, there’s nothing there so I start to bang on the door.

  “Help, help me,” I call out as I pound on the door forcefully trying to get it to open.

  I hear the radio of the van turn up really loud and I turn back trying to see if there’s anything in the van that I can use as a weapon when they open the doors to get me out.

  There’s not.

  Of course, there’s not!

  I bang on the door harder and start to scream.

  “Let me out! Let me out!” I yell as loud as I can, but the radio just gets turned up even more. I look at the door and see the blood smears from where my hands were banging and I think back to Hudson and his lifeless body. An overwhelming pain rips through my entire body and it cripples me. I fall to the floor of the van and grip at the agony in my chest as the tears start to flow freely.

  “Oh God, Hudson!” I murmur through my sobs. I will never get to tell him how much I love him and how much I need him and I’ll never kiss or hold him… ever again, and that pain in my heart is becoming unbearable. The van begins to slow down and we turn left.

  I have no idea where they’re taking me, or what they’re planning on doing, and I don’t care, all I want to do right now is die. Everyone I’ve ever loved is dead and so that means I should be too. I lay down on the floor and cry the hardest I have since I can remember. My life is filled with so much grief I think I’m actually starting to break. Something inside me snapped and is irrevocably broken now that Hudson is gone too. I can’t stand the thought of a world without him. He lost so much blood, and three bullets to the chest well, people just don’t recover from that. I know and I can feel it, just like I did with Danny, that Hudson is dead. And I know now that Hudson is dead, that I cannot be repaired. I curl myself into a tight ball and I don’t know why, but all my cuts and bruises are suddenly hurting and I feel like my entire body is a lead weight. I can’t seem to bring myself back into fight mode. The van pulls to a stop and the radio is finally turned down.

  I look up through tear soaked lashes and my heart races faster if that’s even possible. I sit up suddenly and somehow I find the courage to fight. I pull myself up somehow and stand by the doors. If there’s any chance of me getting away, it will be now. So I get ready and wait for the back doors to open.

  “You ready guys? We don’t know what she’ll do when we open the door.”

  “Righto, on guard everyone,” Mad Dog states and deep down I know there’s no possible way I can outrun them, but I’m sure as hell going to give it a try.

  The back door opens and I jump forward ready to run, but a Dog grabs me mid-flight and holds onto me tightly. I scream and thrash about trying to get out of his grip, but he’s just too strong.

  “C’mon now, Boss, no one can hear you out here,” he says while I scream, cry and pummel at them with my fists like my life depends on it, which in actual fact, it probably does. The other Dogs are laughing as the one holding me drags me toward the giant shed. I fight as hard as I can, but soon all my energy is depleted and I just plain give up. I go limp in his arms and stop screaming. It’s no use. I know I’m not getting out of this. I knew that the moment I gave my statement to the cops.

  “Where’s all that fight gone, Boss?” he whispers in my ear and then bites my earlobe. I wince and start to cry again. “Get her in the room,” Mad Dog growls and I’m carried into a small room. It’s dark and there are no windows. In the middle is a chair that’s attached to the ground and there're cuffs on each armrest. I know as soon as I look at it that it’s for torture. I hang my head and exhale knowing the last moments of my life are going to be very painful.

  The Dog throws me into the chair while two others strap me in, first my wrists and then my ankles to the legs of the chair. Mad Dog walks across to me and looks down at my dress, covered in blood.

  “Sorry, we had to kill your man, Boss lady. He just got in the way, but he didn’t go down without a fight though. Poor Skud got hit in the arm with one of his bullets. So Skud put three in him,” Mad Dog states. I look at him with disdain and spit at his feet. He chuckles as I look up and see all the Dogs surrounding me. “It’s rude to spit, Boss. Only men should do that! It doesn’t suit a nice lady like yourself,” he says leaning in closer to me.

  I start to breathe heavier the closer he gets. “Fuck. You,” I whisper when he’s mere millimeters from my face. He laughs and backs away. I breathe easier, but then suddenly he turns toward me and backhands me across the face. My head turns violently to the side and pain tears through my cheek as I scrunch my eyes tightly trying to ease the pain and the stars before my eyes.

  “Ow,” I say sarcastically and suddenly I’ve got my spirit back. He’s taken everything from me, so I’m not going to make this easy on him. “But you still slap like a five-year-old girl,” I tell him bringing my face forward and looking at him while I spit out the small amount of blood leaking from a re-opened cut on my lip from my first beating.

  He grins and shakes his head. “Violet, why are you acting out? Just behave and this will all be over and done with quickly. You can go home. I can go home. We can make this a happy ever after for all of us,” he berates and I scoff and try to suppress a laugh… I fail.

  “I’m not some dumbarse, Mad Dog. You and I both know that I’m leaving here in a body bag. So before that happens I’m gonna try my best to make your life hell. Just to pay you back a little for ruining my life, you fuckhead,” I warn and sit back into the chair getting comfortable.

  “I don’t have any intentions of you leaving here in a body bag, Violet. In fact, I need you alive. So if you’re acting out to try and get me to kill you, it won’t work,” he replies and I furrow my brows in confusion.

  “Why the fuck do you need me around? Just kill me, get it over with.”

  He laughs and shakes his head. “I want you to come out of this, Boss. I want you to live. You’re feisty, so I don’t want to kill you. You entertain me, but not only that, I need you alive so you can retract your statement to the police. The shit you said is damning us to hell, and we can’t have shit like that bring us down—”

  “You think I’m going to retract my statement just because you want me to. Ha! Not likely. I’m going to name and shame each and every single one of you, and if you let me go, that’s a promise I will keep.”

  “I would advise against that, Boss. We do have our ways of persuasion you know. Either way you will be retracting your statement. No matter how long we have to torture you for,” he says and then goes to walk out the door.

  “Torture me for as long as you like, it won’t change my mind,” I yell and he stops in the doorway.


  “Well, that’s a lovely shade of Violet on your face, Boss. It could get worse you know?”

  “Yeah, well, if you’re referring to my bruising, some spineless fuck did that to me.”

  He raises an eyebrow with a smirk. “Spineless, you say?”

  “Yeah, couldn’t even do it himself, he got one of his vaginas to do it for him.”

  Mad Dog laughs and shakes his head walking back inside and across to me. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

  “I don’t think… I know I am,” I reply with a shit-eating grin. I don’t care what happens to me now. Hudson is dead. Danny and Caiden are dead. I have nothing left to live for.

  “Well then, how’s this for funny?” he asks and then grabs the top of my head by my hair and slams my head back into the metal chair. Pain cascades through my head culminating in a small yelp.

  “And what about this?” he says as he slaps me harder than last time across the face, this time creating a new cut on my lip. “Still think it’s funny?”

  I open and close my eyes a couple of times and then look directly at him, daring him with my eyes, even though my head is pounding and I’m starting to feel a little sick.

  I spit out more blood onto the floor at his feet. “I think it’s hilarious,” I reply and he frowns and grunts looking over at a Dog.

  “You’ll never learn will you, Boss?” he asks and nods at the guy.

  The Dog walks over and my heart rate increases rapidly as he smiles at me like he’s having a great time.

  Freak!

  “Now make sure you scream. I like it when people scream for me,” the Dog confesses and I inadvertently tense up as he grabs my pinky finger in his hand and smiles crookedly at me. I try to pull away from his grasp, but he quickly pulls my finger backward and I hear the crack before I feel it. But when I do feel it, the pain pulsates through my finger and straight through my hand and up my arm as he bends my finger all the way back so it touches the back of my hand. I scream loudly because the pain is too much to bear. I start to cry as I look at my broken finger and my head slumps forward while I breathe in and out quickly trying to regain my equilibrium.