Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Whiney little bitches won’t be tolerated,” he announces.

  He then picks her up and throws her face down over the arm of the couch. I know what he’s going to do next, and it isn’t gonna be pretty. I’d stop him, except I’m tied up and I’m not so sure Willa doesn’t deserve it. She thought I was Hattie, which means she’s conspired to have my dad take Hattie. No, this bitch deserves everything she has coming to her. I’m already going straight to hell, so watching her stuffer won’t send me any deeper.

  “Now, son, when a mouthy cunt decides she has an opinion, what do you do?” my dad asks.

  I don’t answer, because I can’t; but even if this shitty cloth weren’t in my mouth, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer to his crazy as fuck question.

  “You fuck her ass dry, that’s what you do,” he laughs. I hear Willa let out a blood curdling scream as my dad drops his pants and lines his dick up with her asshole.

  “You better relax, baby. Otherwise you’re gonna be a hurtin’ unit tomorrow, and don’t think I’ll give your body anytime to rest. Just cause your ass’ll be broke, don’t mean that pussy and mouth will be,” he laughs.

  I watch, not for the first time in my life, as my father rapes a woman’s ass. By the time he’s finished, Willa’s screams no longer fill the room, replaced with her whimpers of pain.

  Conspiring with the devil has its consequences, and I believe Willa has just learned that lesson to the fullest. My dad stands and slaps her ass, instructing her to clean the blood from her asshole, because she’s filthy.

  Then he turns to me with a grin.

  “It’s always the girls with the big mouths that have the tightest asses. Think that one was a virgin, son. You missed out,” he chuckles as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it.

  Not another word is spoken from him, and he leaves me alone in the room to walk toward the bedrooms. I hear a few doors slam and then he joins me again.

  “All the animals have been locked in their cages, now it’s time for business.”

  I watch as he pulls his phone out and dials a number. He doesn’t get far into the call. I don’t think the other person even picks up before I watch his body slump and then fall to the ground. The front door bursts open and I see my brothers standing there. Sniper, Torch, and my Uncle Grizz walk through the door.

  Torch pulls the rag from my mouth and asks me who else is in the house. When he’s like this, he’s in full on solider mode. I don’t mind, not one bit; this piece of him is the part that gets shit done.

  “Hattie’s friend, Willa, and my mom. I don’t think anybody else is in here. Willa’s hurt and my mom’s high as a fuckin’ kite,” I explain.

  Torch nods as he and Sniper walk toward the back of the house, toward the women. Grizz appears in front of me and starts to cut my ropes.

  “Your dad’s a fuckin’ bastard,” he murmurs.

  “Just watched him rape Hattie’s friend’s ass, so I’m going to agree on that,” I deadpan.

  “Sorry we weren’t here earlier. We had to make sure it was all good to get in,” he explains.

  “Not quite sure she didn’t get what was comin’ to her.”

  “Her and Serina. Stupid young girls. When will they learn that they can’t play with fire without getting burned?” he asks, shaking his head.

  “Hattie?”

  “Perfectly safe and locked in your room at the clubhouse. Dragon called Fury when you went missing, and Fury sent Torch to go and pick her up,” Grizz explains. We get out of the shithole that my parents call home and I’m finally able to breathe.

  “I should probably say that I’m sorry about Jay,” Grizz mumbles.

  “I’m not.”

  “I’m not, either. That bastard fucked you and your momma up real good. Should have put him to ground years ago,” he says quietly.

  “Can’t think about that shit. I shoulda done it, too, instead of throwing money at him,” I shrug.

  “Leave this in your past, Johnny. You got a good future ahead of you, soak that shit up. Soak in all that sweet and goodness that Hattie gives you and accept every piece of it, every fuckin’ drop.”

  “Don’t deserve her,” I say.

  “Fuck no, you don’t. But she’s still yours. Every dark past deserves a bright future, and she was brought into your life to be that for you. She’s your sunshine, your beauty, take it—grab onto it with two hands.”

  “You have a ray of sunshine?” I ask.

  My uncle is a quiet man. In fact, I don’t know much about him at all. We’re related by blood, but I didn’t even meet him until I was sixteen years old. Our relationship is more of a friendship, tied together through brotherhood, and sealed with a familial bond.

  “I did once, yes. But I didn’t hold onto her with two hands, Johnny. I lost her. That’s why I’m giving you this advice. It’s based off of my own experience. The whores, the pussy and ass, those’ll always be there. But a good, clean woman won’t. Man up and be what she needs you to be. In the end, you’ll find that the whores really are just sad little girls. You’ll feel pity for them, but your woman will fill your heart,” he says.

  “Thanks, Gandhi,” I laugh, slapping him on the back.

  Then I look at him in the eye, all traces of joking aside. What he’s saying, I understand completely.

  “You ready to get back to your woman?” he asks.

  “More than ever,” I nod.

  “We called cop Andy and we’re having him come up here. Told him that Willa was found in a hotel pretty fuckin’ hurt and that we’d have her at the clubhouse for him to pick up. What do you want done with your mom?” Sniper asks as Torch carries Willa, who’s wrapped in a blanket, to the van.

  “Leave her there,” I say.

  “Johnny?” Grizz asks.

  “She’s so far gone, she’s just a shell.”

  Sniper nods and then signals to the van as two prospects hop out and go inside to clean up the mess of my dead father’s body.

  “You know what’ll happen to her?” Sniper asks with a frown.

  “She’ll either clean her shit up, or she’ll join the old man,” I say lifting a shoulder.

  “You’re cool with that?”

  “Don’t wanna be, but I can’t do anything for her. I’ve tried offering her help and I’ve enabled. Neither work, and I have my own woman to worry about. She’s a grown ass adult.”

  “Where’s your bike?” Grizz murmurs.

  “Probably around the back,” I grunt.

  Together, we walk around the back of the house, and there sits my bike—key in the ignition and ready to roll.

  “Go get to your woman, hear she’s worried fuckin’ sick about your skinny ass,” Grizz says, clapping me on the shoulder. He walks away without another word.

  I place a cigarette between my lips and light it before I straddle my bike and take off with a roar. My past is finally gone, over and done with. I’m sure I’ll catch a glimpse of my mom in the future, but my main demon, my dad, is gone. I feel nothing but relief as I think about that. Now I can focus on my future, like Grizz said.

  I can focus on my sunshine—my Hattie.

  I wake up with a jolt and look around in confusion, until everything sinks in like a weight of bricks weighing down my stomach. Johnny. He’s still gone, and it makes my chest ache. I stand up and pace the room. I feel like a caged animal. I know Torch told me to stay locked inside of here, but it’s been hours and I can’t handle it anymore.

  I unlock and wrench the door open, listening for anything that may sound suspicious. I don’t hear anything. I make my way to the bathrooms and make quick use before washing my hands in the sink. I jump when the door opens and one of the women I’ve seen hanging around walks inside. She looks me up and down with a frown before she speaks.

  “I’m not really supposed to talk to you or anything,” she murmurs before she exhales and continues. “But I just want to say, I’ve never seen Dirty Johnny happier than he has
been the past few weeks. He’s always been a pretty good guy, so I like that for him, that he has you.”

  “Thanks?” I say, not quite understanding the reason she’s talking to me.

  “I just, I didn’t want you to think there were any hard feelings or anything. I mean, I’ve been with him before and, well, I didn’t want you to hate me,” she murmurs.

  This girl is opposite of me in almost every way possible. She has bleached blonde hair, big breasts, curvy hips, and an abundant ass. Her face is caked with makeup and she’s probably younger than she looks, but there’s no way she’s as young as I am. I don’t understand how Johnny could go from her to me.

  “What’s your name?” I ask out of curiosity.

  “Tasha,” she murmurs.

  The name rings a bell. This is one of the women that danced for him last night, one of the women that he watched for a while but then walked away from.

  “He didn’t—I mean, he said he didn’t and I want to believe him…” I let my words trail off, feeling stupid for just asking.

  “He didn’t do anything last night. He watched a little, but he left,” she states with a knowing smile.

  “Thanks,” I whisper.

  “I’m a whore, but I’m not a homewrecker. I wouldn’t pursue him, not like that.”

  I open my mouth to ask for clarification of her statement, but she’s already turned around and walked away, leaving me confused. I stand immobilized for a minute, and then I decide to make my way toward the bar, hoping that maybe somebody has heard some news about Johnny. At this point, I’d take anything at all.

  The bar is quiet, only a few people milling around, and I walk up to the man behind the counter, intent on finding out about Johnny. They have to know something by now.

  “You shouldn’t be down here,” the man grumbles before he looks up at me. He’s around my age, and I wonder how he’s gotten to be part of this group.

  “I know. I just couldn’t stay up there another minute longer. Have you heard anything about him?”

  “They don’t tell prospects shit,” he grumbles, pushing a bottle of beer toward me.

  I wrap my fingers around the sweaty base before I lift it to my lips and take a sip. I don’t drink much, it’s not my favorite thing to do, but I’m hoping that it will calm my nerves.

  I spin around on my stool and scan the room. I see the Tasha woman from the bathroom, a few other girls, and one other member at the end of the bar. Other than that, it’s empty.

  “Well, something’s happened, everybody’s gone,” I murmur, spinning around to face the prospect again.

  “No shit, Sherlock,” he mutters before he slides a tiny little glass toward me.

  “What’s this?” I ask, looking down at the liquid inside.

  “Tequila. Shoot it. You’re making me fuckin’ nervous,” he grumbles.

  I pick up the glass and swallow the contents whole before I start coughing. I feel like my esophagus is going to burst into flames.

  “Drink some beer, babe,” the prospect chuckles. I take a huge gulp of beer.

  “What did you give me? Battery acid?” I rasp.

  “You ever done a tequila shot before, girl?” he asks, arching a brow.

  “I don’t really drink much,” I murmur.

  “I’m not surprised, princess.” It makes my eyes well up with tears. “Oh, fuck. Don’t cry,” he panics.

  “Johnny calls me that,” I whisper, taking another sip from the beer bottle in front of me.

  “My name’s Dailey,” he says, putting his hand over mine. It’s a comforting move, and I appreciate it.

  “Hattie,” I whisper. “Wait, what’s your nickname thingie?” I blurt out, feeling a little light headed from the alcohol.

  “Don’t got a road name yet. I’ll get that after I finish prospecting,” he shrugs as he washes glasses.

  “How long will that take?” I ask as I continue to drink.

  “I have at least four more months,” he says with a grin.

  Dailey and I talk while I continue to drink. I’m on my fifth beer and third shot of tequila when the door to the bar bursts open. Standing in the doorway is Fury. He looks… furious. He scans the room and then he stops at me and my heart skips a beat with nervousness.

  Fury is intimidating in size and stature alone, couple that with the look on his face right now, and he looks downright frightening. I hold my breath as he walks directly for me, only stopping when he’s reached my side.

  “You good?” he asks looking down at me.

  “I don’t know. Where’s Johnny?” I slur.

  “You’re good,” he snorts as he takes a beer from Dailey’s outstretched hand.

  “You have to tell me, is he okay?” I beg.

  “He’ll be here soon. He’s good, babe,” he grins, taking a pull from his beer.

  “You need prospects to clean up the mess from that whore?” asks the man who, up until now, has been completely silent down at the end of the bar.

  My eyes widen and I look up at Fury in question. He shakes his head once and curses under his breath.

  “No, Buck, not this time,” he mutters.

  “What’d ya do to her?” he asks.

  I continue to drink my beer, unsure of where this conversation is headed, but curious just the same.

  “I’m tired of these whores and their bullshit. This is the third one we’ve had to deal with, and this shit is getting old,” Fury says, avoiding the man’s question.

  “Just because you got a steady flow of pussy in your bed, don’t go punishing us by getting rid of the whores,” Buck says, slamming his beer down.

  My eyes about pop out of my skull listening to the conversation. I try not to move so that I can find out the rest, too damn curious for my own good.

  “I’m shipping her off to Cali. My dad can deal with her ass. He’s trading us with one of his. Calm your nasty, old ass down. You’ll still get your cock sucked on the regular,” Fury shouts.

  I can’t help it. I can’t hold it in. I burst out laughing before my laugh turns into a fit of giggles. Dailey, Fury, and Buck are staring at me like I’m crazy, but I don’t care. I can’t contain my laughter at this discussion. This ludicrous discussion.

  “Nice to see you were really fuckin’ concerned about me,” a deep, ragged voice says behind us.

  I turn around slowly and see Johnny standing with his hands planted on his hips and a scowl on his face.

  “Johnny,” I sigh before I try and stand.

  I don’t succeed in the standing part. I sway and fall into Fury who, lucky for me, catches me and then rights my body. He leaves one hand on my shoulder to keep me from tipping over again, and I’m grateful, because my legs feel like jelly.

  “Glad to see you’re havin’ a good fuckin’ time. Don’t let me interrupt,” he growls before he walks away. I take a step forward but fall to the ground like an idiot.

  “Christ,” Fury hisses before I feel my body being lifted off of the ground.

  “You want me to let you sober up in the office, or you wanna try to go to him?” Fury asks.

  “Take me to Johnny,” I cry as tears stream down my face.

  “Ok, darlin’, to Johnny it is,” Fury murmurs against the top of my head.

  Pissed off. Angry. Rage filled.

  Those are just a couple of the words that I can think of that describe how I’m feeling as soon as I walk into the clubhouse. My woman, my Hattie, was bellied up to the bar, drinking and laughing with my brothers. She’s not who I thought she was, not in the slightest. Torch was just as fucking fooled by her as I was.

  Seconds after I walk into my room, Fury is behind me with Hattie in his arms. I narrow my eyes on him and he shakes his head as he walks over to the bed and sets her down on the edge.

  “Don’t be a fuckin’ dick,” he announces as he turns around and walks out of my room, slamming the door behind him.

  I hear Hattie sniffle and I look over to her. She’s got her face buried in her hands and her
little body is shaking as she cries.

  “Your tears don’t mean shit to me, Hattie,” I announce.

  The lie rolls off of my tongue too easily. I thought that I was void of feeling sympathy or empathy, or anything except anger, but I’m not.

  I feel everything when it comes to Hattie. Watching her body shake with her tears is tearing me apart. I want nothing more than to hold her and fuck her tears away. But I don’t. I stand firmly in place and stare at her.

  “I was so scared and I couldn’t stay up here a second longer,” she murmurs through her tears. “I just went to the bar to see if anybody could tell me anything. You just vanished, Johnny, and nobody knew a thing.

  “Then Dailey gave me some beer and a shot. We started talking and he just kept giving me more. Then Fury came in and he told me you were okay. Then they started talking about whores, and I just started laughing, I couldn’t help myself, it was hilarious,” she rambles.

  I take a step toward her. Pissed off or not, she’s cute as fuck right now, rambling and slurring. When she looks up at me with the most worried expression on her face, all of my anger dissipates. I reach out and cup her cheek with my palm as she sighs heavily.

  “I was so worried about you, Johnny,” she whispers.

  “You can show me just how worried you were, princess,” I murmur.

  I watch as her eyes widen and her mouth makes the most adorable O shape I’ve ever seen. I want those lips wrapped around my cock, immediately. I nod down to my jeans and she licks her lips before her tiny hands make quick work of unbuckling, unzipping, and pushing down my jeans and boxers.

  “Take all of me, Hattie. Show me just how much you really missed me,” I challenge.

  “Whatever you want,” she mutters as she drops to her knees in front of me.

  “Let me see my brand first,” I demand.

  Hattie puts her arm out to the side and I see it for the first time—all black and permanently etched on her creamy skin—Dirty Johnny. My cock grows even harder at the site. Mine. She’s mine now, completely and totally mine. Nobody can take her from me; nobody can even touch her but me.