by Erin Trejo
“Don’t fuckin’ move.” His hands are on my shoulders pushing me back against the roof. His eyes search mine, for what I don’t know.
“Just forget it, Creed.” The tears clog my throat, a blush creeping up my cheeks. I’m so embarrassed right now.
“Oh God!” I cry out as Creed slides inside of me quickly. Rocking his hips slowly, he looks me in the eyes. I wasn’t expecting him to do that!
“I don’t want to hurt you, Jada.” I shake my head to reassure him that he isn’t hurting me and that I need this from him. I know his words were meant to be taken in a different way too; I just can’t take it right now.
Creed moves slowly inside of me at first, but when I pull at his back, he speeds up.
The feeling of him inside of me is something I never expected. The pleasure flows through me when his lips come down on my neck.
Whines and whimpers fall from my lips before he captures those too.
His tongue sneaks into my mouth as he plunges into me. I never knew his lips could feel so good on my own.
Creed pulls back, but his determination doesn’t slow down. He slams into me rougher and harder with each thrust.
His eyes burn into me something dark taking over him.
“Creed.” I watch him for a reaction but there isn’t one, he’s lost. He’s inside of himself—he’s gone.
His hips roll, and I feel like he’s breaking me in half. Something is happening inside of him, something fierce and scary.
Lifting my leg, he pushes in harder as tears run down my cheeks. He’s using me, just like I knew he would and I asked for it.
Feeling him explode inside of me should have been fulfilling, but it wasn’t. It was horrifying and painful.
Creed pulls out of me and grabs his jeans, sliding them back on before reaching for my hand. I let him pull me up wrapping his arms around me.
“I’m sorry Jada. I didn’t mean to…. Fuck! I need to go. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”
Chapter 4
Creed One Year Later
“Lay still you motherfucker. You’re makin’ this shit worse.” Growling out between my teeth, I press the end of my gun closer to this assholes head. I don’t know why they have to wiggle and cry when we show up. You knew we were coming.
“Please, just don’t shoot me. I know I owe you, but I just need time.” The fucking loser Dan lies on the floor in a puddle of his own fucking tears. I shake my head as I look at him damn near pissing his own pants. What kind of man is he?
“You know we come to collect, Dan. I think my brother there warned you a few times too didn’t you Trig?” Looking over at my boy, he nods while he ransacks the office were in.
“Come on, Creed. You don’t have to do this.” I hate when they beg me. It annoys the fuck out of me and the fact that I don’t have a heart anymore, well that just makes it that much easier for me.
“Last chance. You have the money or not?” Shoving the gun closer to his head, I’m really getting irritated with all this shit. I always get sent out on the kill runs, and it’s really pissing me off. I guess since Pres. knows I will fucking shoot anything and everything in sight that I’m top choice.
“I don’t have...” I don’t let him finish that sentence. I pull the trigger and watch his now lifeless body lay there. Visions of Jason’s lifeless body replace his. His eyes were half open although he looked peaceful.
Jason wasn’t wearing a seatbelt when he lost control and hit that pole. He was thrown from the car, and they said he died on impact. The paramedics said he didn’t feel a thing, but I don’t believe that. Everyone feels pain. Here I am a year later and I still fucking feel it like it was yesterday.
“You alright brother?” Trig’s voice pulls me back to reality. Looking up I realize just how lost I was in my own mind. That’s usually where I am, though, inside myself.
“Yeah, I’m good. We ready?” Trig nods his head as we grab what we can and head out the door. Taking one last look over my shoulder at the life I just took, something settles over me.
This is what I’ve become in the last year. I have become a killer.
“You want to grab a beer before we head back?” Trig slaps a hand on my shoulder. I guess getting back later wouldn’t hurt shit.
“Fuck it,” I say shrugging as we walk a few blocks down to the local bar and head inside. We never have a care in the world these days. Business is running smoothly, and so is my trigger finger.
“Hot damn look at the pussy in this joint.” Trig chuckles next to me as I scan the room. It’s an older style bar, not a club run. There are a lot of nice looking bitches in here.
“Trig, I think you made my fuckin’ night, brother.” I smile over at him before I order a beer and head toward the back booth.
A hot piece of ass follows me back there, and I know what she wants.
“Hey, there handsome.” Her long red hair is streaming down her neck. I’d like to fucking pull that while I’m behind her. Dirty thoughts are running rampant in my mind right now.
“How are you, gorgeous? Wanna take a seat?” Scooting over, her green eyes blaze to life. Her hand lands on my thigh as it works closer to my dick. A few strokes and she has me hard as a rock. Shit, that didn’t take long.
“You like that darlin’?” She licks her lips and hot fuck; I want to come all over those.
“You picked that ass up quick brother.” Trig slides in across from us making her a little uneasy.
“She was just about to show me what those fuckin’ lips of hers can do.” The little red heads hand tightens on my thigh when I grip her wrist. Fuck this bitch; she started this now she is going to finish it.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Glaring over at her, I narrow my eyes. She doesn’t fucking realize who the hell we are or what we just did, but I’d hate to have to show her.
“You’ll give my boy there anythin’ he wants sweetheart if you don’t want your brains all over that motherfuckin’ wall.” Something breaks in Trig. I’ve never heard him talk to a woman like that and I can’t say that I don’t like it. I’m not the type that’s violent toward women usually.
Feeling her shudder at his words just makes me harder. I am one twisted fuck these days I guess.
“Get to it.” Snapping at her, she flinches slightly before reaching for my zipper. She drags my dick out slowly before licking her lips again.
“Baby, get your fuckin’ sweet lips wrapped around me now.” Growling she leans down quickly.
As soon as her mouth is wrapped around me, she bobs her head up and down. I knot my hand in the back of her hair forcing her to take me deeper. I want this bitch to gag on the sheer size of me.
“That’s right. Suck it hard.” Growling I can feel my heart rate pick up. Damn her lips are amazing. The suction this girl puts behind it has me bucking my hips to meet her.
Glancing over I see Trig with his hand under the table. Nasty motherfucker is getting himself off to this.
I feel my fucking balls tighten up. I jerk my dick out of her mouth but keep her head in place. I spray my seed all over her face. She is going to be a fucking sticky mess when she gets up.
“Lick it up darlin’. Every fuckin’ drop.” Pushing back toward her lips, I finish up before moving her to the side to tuck my dick back in my jeans.
Red sits up and wipes her face before grabbing for the napkins and trying to clean herself off. Good luck.
“You look good like that baby.” Trig adjusts himself while he watches her wiping at her face. She doesn’t look too happy, though.
“You want to hang out?” She takes the chance to ask me, but that isn’t going to happen.
“Hell no. You did your job.” Redness creeps across her face before she quickly slides out of the seat and Trig laughs.
“Fuck man. That was nice.” Trig laughs before I motion to the waitress for some more beers.
“That was fuckin’ very nice. Glad we came.” I lean back and wait for my beer to arrive.
Chapter 5
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p; Creed Four Years Later
“Give me another beer.” Yelling down the bar at the pretty little whore with big tits may not have been necessary, but I still did it.
The club sent us out on a run that went to hell. A few drinks aren’t going to drown that shit out anytime soon.
“Here you go, Creed. Let me know if you need anything else, and I mean anything.” Leaning across the bar, so her tits spill from the top of her low-cut shirt, she gives me an eye full. God, I love these Angel chasers. That’s what we call the whores around here.
“What the fuck is goin’ on, Creed?” Fly, the club VP sits down next to me motioning for his own drink. Shit, this motherfucker is the last person I wanted to deal with today.
“Shit happened Fly. It is what it is.” Tipping my beer up to take a long drink before Fly’s hand knocks the bottle from mine. That officially seals the deal on my bad mood.
I stand up and grab Fly by the back of his neck before my other hand connects with his jaw. I’ve had just about enough shit for one day.
Fists fly, and we go into an all-out battle. Fly has never liked me from the day I started prospecting to the day I was patched in. He needs to grow a fucking pair and realize that I’m moving up the ranks and his old ass might lose his spot, that’s what it all comes down to.
“What the fuck?” Hands land on my shoulders, yanking me back when I see the same being done to Fly.
“Fly, take a fuckin’ walk.” Sharp, the club president, growls between his teeth. He doesn’t tolerate fighting in the clubhouse, but I don’t tolerate fucking assholes either.
“What the fuck is goin’ on around this motherfucker? Every Goddamn second is a fight around here!” Clearly, Sharp is pissed. I guess that makes two of us.
“VP or not, this motherfucker is done messin’ around with me. He wants to square up—I’m fuckin’ game.” Sliding my sunglasses back in place over my eyes, I ignore the stares. I don’t give a fuck about much anymore, not since Jason died. All I am to this club is a fucking killer. A shot man or at least that’s the way I see it.
“Look, Creed. I know you think you’re fuckin’ invincible but fuck man! One day that shit is goin’ to catch up to you.” Sharp tries to lower his voice and talk to me. He knows my past and all about Jason—he knows that’s why I am the way I am today, not that it makes a difference.
“Sharp, I don’t care brother. I have nothin’ to live for besides this club. Pretty sure none of you motherfuckers will miss me either.” Reaching around him, I grab another beer taking a long pull from the bottle.
“Watch your fuckin’ ass, will you?” Nodding my head, I walk toward my room. Fuck all these guys. As much as I think I need them, in reality, there is nothing I need. Nothing but her and that is long gone.
Dropping onto my bed, the door cracks open and Jenny, some small little blonde walks in swishing her ass. Fuck, my dick is stirring.
“You need to be alone?” Shaking my head, she walks in. I eye her up and down in those little tiny shorts and half a fucking shirt. That’s what I like about Jenny; she will suck a dick like a pro and not stay long after. She isn’t attached, and that’s how I like it.
Jenny drops to her knees in front of me while I light up a joint. I’d rather be high as fuck and not think about those lips that aren’t Jada’s.
“Rough ride?” Jenny’s blue eyes look up at me with a slight concern. Jenny is one of the Angel chasers that are always around here trying to be someone’s old lady. In fucking reality, she is nothing more than a common whore.
“Yeah, real fucked up.” Puffing the joint, I watch as Jenny gets to work. Her blonde curls bouncing with each bob of her head. There’s a small pleasure I get when she sucks me off but nothing ever fully satisfies me. Not since that day on the roof so many fucking years ago.
“Fuck girl!” Growling as my hand falls down to her head, I can’t get her to suck me deep enough. I push her head down and force her to take me all the way, well, as much as she can anyway.
“Yeah, like that! Fuckin’ suck it good.” My balls tighten when I feel her tongue sweeping around. Fuck me—I haven’t felt that good in a while. A few more sucks and that’s it for me.
I fucking come all in her mouth watching her take it all from me.
Jenny finishes pulling my dick out of her mouth while she licks away any come she may have lost before standing.
“You want to fuck me now?” Jenny starts to strip her clothes off, but I shake my head.
“Nope. Got shit to do.” Reaching over I grab my wooly pulling it back on my head before I head out of the room. I have zero time to deal with her tonight.
Jada
Sitting in the back of this dingy bar I have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Whenever I feel like this that usually means Kenny is here and I’m about to get my ass beat again.
This is what my life has become in the last few years. I left my mom’s house a little after Jason died and stayed with Cher until she went off to college. After that, there wasn’t really anywhere else for me to go.
I got a job at a little hotel working the front desk. That’s where I met Kenny. Him and his motorcycle club, Shadows Heat was meeting some people there.
Kenny was from a whole different world than I was. He was rough and hard-core, and I wanted something different, craved it.
We hooked up after that, and he brought me into his world. The world of the unknown was scary at first but I kind of fit in now. At least as much as I can.
“Why are you sittin’ back here?” As if on cue, there is Kenny.
“Taking a fucking break. If Snake puts his hand up my fucking skirt one more time, I’ll shoot him myself.” Puffing my cigarette, I lean back in the chair and await my punishment.
Kenny stalks around me grabbing a bottle of Jack off the table before throwing it back. Holding the bottle in one hand, he points at me.
“You are really pissin’ me off these days. Every time I fuckin’ come in this shit hole you’re on your ass!” His screams pierce my ears and have everyone looking over at us. That isn’t anything new, though—they just turn back around. They are used to the two of us now.
“I didn’t come here to be a whore to these motherfuckers. You make me!” Taking the chance of raising my voice to him is one I didn’t contemplate the repercussions of, and I should have.
Kenny grabs me by the throat and slams me against the wall knocking the breath out of me before his hand slams into the side of my face. I can taste the metallic blood in my mouth, and I know he split my lip again. That should go nicely with my bruised eye.
“I didn’t ask you bitch. If my boys want a little ass, you will fuckin’ give it to them or find your ass on the street where I found you.” I know Kenny isn’t playing with his threats. He never has since I met him, but there’s a rebellious part that lives inside of me, one that wants to test his patience to see how far I can go.
“Fine.” I grit my teeth before another backhand lands on my cheek. One day I will shoot this motherfucker between his eyes when he’s asleep. I just need to figure out how to get out of this clubhouse after I do. Ha-ha, at least that’s what I tell myself.
“You are goin’ out with Cherry tonight too. You better bring daddy somethin’ good back. Go wash your fuckin’ face.” With one last squeeze of my throat, Kenny releases me before pushing me out from in front of him.
I think about what could have been different if Jason hadn’t died. I miss my brother with all my heart. I know I would have never turned to this shit if he were around. I made my own decisions, though, and now I live with the consequences.
“You talk back again?” Cherry pops out of the other room as I open the door to mine.
“Yep. I never learn.” I smile slightly as I walk in with her behind me. I guess I like the feeling of the pain when Kenny hits me. At least I feel something. I haven’t felt shit since Creed left me on that rooftop and I’m not sure I ever will.
Shaking all thoughts of him from my mind,
I try to focus on getting ready. He left me there alone, and that’s all I need to remember.
“Well, you need to. Those bumps and bruises are only getting worse sweetheart. One day they are going to turn serious.” Cherry has been in this lifestyle for a long time. She tells me stories of the old days before the new president—her old man took over. She said the guys were never allowed to hit their women the way they do now. She never did say why he is the way he is, though.
“I’m ready for it when it comes.” Piling my hair on top of my head, I glance over at Cherry.
“You ever thought about finding a new club? One that you don’t have to be beat on all the time.” I’m pretty sure I already know the answer to that before she ever opens her mouth but I felt the need to ask.
“Yeah, I have. More than you know but once they find out who we’re with they will throw us out on our asses. The clubs don’t mix baby girl.” Looking down I hate the feeling that floods me.
“Hey, I didn’t say it was impossible.” Cherry grabs my arm and pulls me into a hug. Of everyone here, she’s the only one that knows about my past.
“Hey, cheer up. I’ll take to you a special spot tonight.” Cherry winks before she walks out of the room. I hope her special spot doesn’t include a bunch of assholes.
I hate that I live like this, but then there’s a part of me that loves it. I love the way the club is like a big family, and aside from the guys, the girls are pretty nice. They all live the same way though and eventually it will take a toll on me. Right now, though, I feel, and that’s all that matters to me.
Cherry comes back a few minutes later ready to go. I follow her out to the car thankful that I didn’t have to see Kenny before I left. I’m sure he would have complained about my clothes or hair or some shit.
“Where are we going tonight?” I ask glancing over at Cherry. She smiles at me. That’s never good. She is up to something.
“I told you it’s somewhere special.” Her pretty green eyes sparkle in the moonlight. I wonder what she was like when she was younger. She never really talks about her past.
