Bang Lords Box Set (4 Book Series includes All Bonus Chapters)

by Dani Stowe

  Nancy went first, leading the two of us across the ladder and when we got into the safety of Elliot’s house, she was as indifferent to me as ever. Still, I followed her to get checked out by the paramedics. The rest of the gang disappeared into their boy-girl pairings. Nancy and I were the odd ones out, but she didn’t seem to mind that I stayed within close proximity to her. I figured it was what the other guys were doing—still in rescue mode. Being men. Keeping their dicks on.

  After we got checked out, a police officer offered to take us both home. Nancy and I said nothing to one another during the car ride. Occasionally, we’d look at each other. But the golden hazel-eyed brunette couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off my chunk. It was then I made a commitment to beef myself up and exercise. I was not the knight in shining armor she expected.

  When we pulled up to her house, “Thanks, Tiny,” was all she said with a flat grin and I simply nodded back.

  I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t like that nickname, even though everyone called me that, with the exception of my parents and NIM because they knew I hated it, but it wasn’t so bad coming off Nancy’s lips.

  A week later, Nancy’s parents and my parents decided to have a get together at our house. It was torturous for both of us—Nancy and me. The adults were hoping to get details of the events of the fire. Loulah was there, being Nancy’s sister, of course, but she was disturbingly quiet. It was obvious Loulah couldn’t wait for the meal to be over so she could run off to be with Nick, who wouldn’t stop texting her the whole time.

  I knew I had no chance of ever being with Nancy, but for whatever reason, our parents decided it would be a wonderful idea for Nancy and me to go on a date. I believe our mothers, in particular, were caught up in some strange notion that the two of us might become romantically inclined. Nancy’s parents came across as being quite controlling and they were aware Nancy was the type of girl that made poor choices when it came to dating. She dated older guys and not the kind you’d bring home to meet your mom.

  I was offered a hundred dollars to take Nancy out. I didn’t want to be rude, even though I knew Nancy would dread going on a date with me, and my mother gave me the don’t-embarrass-me-or-I’ll-beat-your-ass stare, so I accepted. I figure we’d pretend to go out, go our separate ways, and split the money.

  The next night, however, when I went to pick up Nancy in Jaxon’s jalopy, Nancy was eager to oblige, spending the rest of the night with me. Apparently, her boyfriend, who was much older than her, had broken up with her and she didn’t want to be alone. So, I took her out but I didn’t spend the hundred dollars our parents gave us. I spent the three hundred Nick gave me that week for another set of essays, which was strange since we’d just graduated and school was out.

  I took Nancy to dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant, to a movie in the mall, and to pick out a piece of jewelry at a little shop at the edge of town where our suburb met the city. Nancy’s eyes twinkled when she picked out a rose gold compass star necklace. I’m sure my eyes were twinkling after I helped her get the necklace on, which allotted me to get close enough to smell her sweet rosy scent as well as get a good look at the pendant that fell between her cleavage.

  She let me take her to a park after that and, if the night couldn’t get any more perfect, she let me push her on the swing.

  I kept my mouth shut for most of the night. Nancy was out of my league, so I tried to be a gentleman. I know now that Nancy wasn’t into gentlemen. She even spanked my butt at one point playfully, trying to get me to speak more, which did help me to ease up a little bit.

  When I tried to spank Nancy’s butt back, she put a pointed finger in my face before I could land my hand on her bottom. The timing of the halt at just the right moment when my open hand was but an inch from her beautiful backside, left me forever feeling deprived. I blame Nancy for my obsession with spanking—never giving me the chance to smack her ass back. I made a promise that if her butt were ever to find its way into my face in the future, she’d have my hand on it. She laughed at what she thought was a joke.

  During the date, there were a few times when people would stare at us. They were curious as to how such a beautiful young woman could be on a date with such a short, fat kid.

  I really did look like a kid at that time. We were both eighteen but I looked like I was in middle school on account of my chubby cheeks and, like the rest of the geeks of NIM, I was a late bloomer. But Nancy paid onlookers no mind that night. Truthfully, I believe it was because she was used to people looking at her. She was so pretty.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her myself. Nancy would smile all the while, but near the end of our date, at the park, Nancy admitted nothing romantic would ever come of us. She confessed she was into bad boys and older men—with no hair. I don’t know why she mentioned it. She did remark she was thankful to have spent the night with me. She said she wanted to be honest after I helped her out of the fire and she hoped I would find the girl one day worth taking a real risk for—my zenith. But she said we would always just be friends.

  At the park, when the date seemed to be nearly over, she asked if I would like a kiss on the cheek for showing her such a nice time, but I asked for something else instead. I asked for a dance—a private one so I could watch her.

  Nancy was giddy and nervous, so I chose a sweet, slow love song to play through my phone, turning the volume way up, and before Amos Lee finished singing the word “woman” at the end of the first line to Arms of Woman, Nancy was spinning beautifully on her toes.

  I got comfortable on the hood of Jaxon’s jalopy and watched Nancy twirl about in the grass. She wore a frilly, above-the-knee, red dress and a cropped denim jacket. I remember thinking whenever her arms were raised that she was going to pluck a star right out of the sky and give it to me so I could make a wish. But a few of my wishes were already realized whenever she’d do a near twisty flip and I’d delight in the show of white lace panties hugging her derriere.

  When the dance was over, I took Nancy home. “Bye, Tiny,” was all she said but with a genuine smile that time.

  Her brawny boyfriend with the deepest chin cleft I’d ever seen, the guy who she claimed had broken up with her, was waiting on the front steps. He hugged her and when she wasn’t looking, he flipped me the finger.

  I went home and cried. I thought it was a pretty hard cry at the time, but it would not be the worst cry I’d have over Nancy.

  A few days later, I ran into her with her boyfriend among their other friends at a popular diner. When her boyfriend confronted me about our date, he also started teasing me about my weight, calling me “fatty” and what not. Nancy was also laughing—bashfully, her cheeks red—and nodding to chime in with her boyfriend.

  I couldn’t believe it! I thought she said we would be friends. I was crushed.

  Usually, when I got bullied, I’d cover my eyes, but not that time. I stared Nancy down dumbfounded until her boyfriend, Dickie Mueller, dragged me outside to pummel me, claiming he didn’t like the way I was looking at his girl. I kept thinking the whole time, as I was dragged out the diner’s back door to get my face kicked in and cry the worst ever in my life, why Nancy didn’t say anything. She didn’t do anything to stop the torture. I didn’t expect her to save me. I just thought that maybe, at a minimum, she’d have some decency, as any good friend would, and intervene in some way.

  But she never came.

  No one did.

  Except for a pair of paramedics an hour later, one of whom recognized me from my picture in the paper and congratulated me for having balls of steel, for being the man and saving a girl from a fire.

  “No—ow or ne-ever,” Nick croaks through his pressed windpipe and I think I might know why Nancy never came to help me.

  Because I’m the man. I’ve got the balls. Balls. Of. Fucking. Steel.

  I let go of Nick and yank my arms free from my friends to reach into my pocket.

  “Here we go,” laughs Nick with his usual sinister flare as I pull
out the container containing the Bang.

  “You okay?” asks Jaxon. “You’re breathing pretty heavy. Don’t get hypoxic.”

  I look to the stage. Nancy is being led away by some sleazy asshole dressed in a pinstripe dark purple disco suit, which also makes him look like a pimp.

  I tuck my shirt tighter into my pants before I kick the table over.

  “Ah shit, yeah! I love it when you geeks go savage,” cries Nick, egging me on, as Elliot and Jaxon clear my path, and I stand to march straight towards Nancy.

  I race down the stairs and push my way through dumb fucks and sexy sluts until I’m past the audience and hoist myself up the stage, nearly crushing the pill container in my palm, so I tuck it back in my pocket.

  I’m in need of a good Bang. “Nancy!” I yell.

  She turns to me, startled. I stomp straight to her. She clasps her hands to her mouth out of fear. Her pimp handler starts speaking, so I shove his face out of the way, bend over, and pick up the girl, who I resign should be my girl, and throw her over my shoulder.

  “What the fuck?” Nancy screams, fighting me.

  “Quiet!” I spank and grab her pretty ass with one hand, turn towards the exit and jolt.

  Chapter 3

  Nancy

  My heart feels like it’s about to fall out of my mouth.

  I’m upside down, my arms and legs dangling, and this guy just picked me up out of nowhere. I don’t even know who he is! My stomach twists as I peep around to search for my boss. When I spy him, he’s just watching me being carried away as he talks calmly to someone else—someone I know, someone very familiar.

  Nick? Fucking Nick Rohr! I hate him! I could kill him!

  “Put me down!” I shout kicking my legs and the man who has me over his shoulder grabs my ass firmly again to keep me from coming off.

  I smack him several times with an open hand when I realize I’ve just smacked his ass. I look down at the man’s bottom then back and legs as he marches. Fear trickles down my spine, the man isn’t just big, his muscles are thick and taut. I feel around to his arms in an attempt to nudge them off me but the bulk of muscle at his biceps—powerful and gripping—clamp tighter, like he’s giving me a warning not to make an attempt to free myself.

  I look to the floor and realize the height at which the man is carrying me. He must be at least six and a half feet tall. Perhaps, if I just spoke sweetly...

  “Mister, please put me down,” I beckon, as he leads us towards the front doors of the club, but he just grunts like a big ape.

  His round but firm shoulder digs into my gut and I look up again. People are watching—just standing around and gawking, doing nothing. What the hell? They don’t even speak as the big brute carries me into the corridor, passed the security guards, and through the entrance doors of The Island.

  Holy shit! He’s kidnapping me!

  I scream and pound on the man with my fists against his back ripped of muscle—like my puny fists stand a chance against the gorilla. All my fists do is bounce right off him, making him hot and grunt more, forcing him to shift and tighten his arm across my ass while his calloused hands scrape across the back of my sweating thighs.

  I feel like I’m about to get whisked off with some stranger and no one is doing anything about it! Like no one gives a damn that this big ape is about to eat me or make me his bride.

  He bangs his way through the iron gates. I look up again and the bouncer, with his arms folded, is watching me being carried away to who knows where as the entrance doors slowly swing closed.

  Holy shit. He really is taking me!

  “Mister?” I say feebly.

  My fear is eating at me. I can’t seem to get my panic, or this man for that matter, under control. I’m normally the type of gal who’d put up a fight, but right now it feels like my terror has been amplified. It is crippling and unbearable.

  Images of being maimed and mutilated are flooding my mind and I can’t stop them. I’m going to end up in a ditch. In a river. In pieces.

  I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do as he is clearly more powerful than me and anyone he passes doesn’t seem to care. I can only think of one thing to do—scream!

  The man drops me to my feet, my scream turning into a weak-winded choke, and I struggle against him. He wraps his arm around my waist, gripping me tight at the back of my neck with one hand and opens the door to a limousine with the other.

  “Loulah!” he yells. “Get out.”

  Loulah? I stop struggling to search for a person that has the same nickname as my sister, in hopes it will actually be my sister when I hear feet running from behind towards us.

  “Lou!” calls a familiar voice approaching.

  My fear turns into anger when I see the jerkoff, Nick Rohr, barge out of The Island’s gates, heading towards us to collect who I know will surely turn out to be my sister.

  When Nicks gets to the limousine, he pushes me and King Kong out of his way to tuck his head in through the door. “Lou, get out.”

  “But I’m tired, Nick.” I hear her mumble.

  “I know, but one of the Nines needs the limo right now.” Nick reaches in and lifts Loulah out of the backseat, carrying her, and when her drowsy head falls against his shoulder and tilts, her eyes gloss me over.

  She immediately perks up. “Nan!” she shouts, wiggling ferociously to come out of Nick’s arms. He plants her on her feet but grips her—manhandling her to keep her from me.

  “Loulah, what’s going on?” I yell but I’m gripped and led to the edge of the limo’s open door.

  I struggle against the big ape once more. He plants one palm against the back of my head, pushing me forward. The other palm, he plants under my ass with his fingers digging right between the sensitive crease between my thighs and I squeal as my head bends into the vehicle.

  I call out to my sister, “Taloulah!”

  Loulah shouts back, but I can’t focus on what she’s saying. I’m too busy fighting to keep myself from being thrown in the limousine. I’m strangling the edges of the doorway with each one of my skinny fingers. I can’t believe what’s happening! This is crazy! The overwhelming fear turns into doom as the gorilla forcefully pushes me through the opening so that I fly and land face first onto the back seat, my nose pressed firmly onto the cold black leather.

  My ass gets slapped and I automatically curl my legs in with the sting only to have my body pushed deeper into the limo with a big hand against my tush. I pant, feeling him and his explosive body heat climb in behind me and shutting the door.

  Reaching for the handle closest to me, I attempt to open the opposite door but it won’t unhinge. My head is pounding from the turbulence of blood pulsing through my brain and I think my head is about to burst when the kidnapper’s calloused hands grip behind my knees to pull me to him—my knees spread to each side of his frame by force.

  I’m thinking I don’t want to face him as the limousine rolls. I’m still clinging to the door handle when big hands grapple my ankles, forcing me to spread my legs wider so he can pull them around him.

  “Please,” I say sweetly again. I am panicking internally but I try to remain calm. It’s so dark and I’m alone with this madman—this beast.

  He looks my body over, shaking his head and grunting until he finally falls over me. The first thing I notice is his trimmed brown beard. He cradles my face between his palms to study me—my nose, my mouth, and finally my eyes.

  Our eyes lock.

  His eyes are a dark brown, framed with thick long lashes. His brows are surprisingly well-groomed and tamed, unlike his breathing. His nose flares with uneven upheaval as he looks me over, studying every corner of my facial features like he’s never been so close to a woman before. He even pokes at me with his index finger and then his eyes follow his thumb, stroking the plump pad down the side of my face and into my mouth to brush across the gap between my upper and lower teeth. It makes him smile like a happy, wild monkey until his brows furrow when he makes eye contact wit
h me again. He looks angry. His breathing is heavy. His cheeks flush red as his breath pours over my face.

  I tense, unable to move. I try not to breathe. I’m crippled by fear.

  He adjusts himself on top of me and I catch myself from gasping with what’s prodding between my legs. But the catch is a miss because my mouth is agape. The open orifice captures his gaze and he bites his bottom lip with straight white canines.

  I force my jaw closed but my bottom lip won’t stop quivering so I bite it as well. The ape grunts and pulls my lip free with his thumb. Slowly, his thumb trails along the inner trench of my bottom lip then down my chin and under my jaw, leaving a trail of my saliva to follow.

  I feel trapped—at his mercy. He’s so heavy and my lungs are struggling to breathe against him. I breathe heavier with anticipation that he plans to explore further and now my breasts have caught his attention, bobbing up and down against his chest.

  Without warning, he leans up to ogle my body. Though I’m used to dressing in outfits intended to show off my every curve, I feel embarrassingly exposed—naked—at this moment and wish desperately that I could cover myself up.

  Keeping his thumb at my embellished neck, I feel his fingers dandle with the tows of faux pearls there. I have yet to get a full picture of the man from head to toe. I’ve only seen pieces of him—it’s so dark—but I can feel him. Even soft traces of him. He’s fondling the many beads—some loose, some laced tight by chokers—at my neck between his fingers.

  My body clenches as he hooks his fingers under some of the jewelry and I gasp at the slight pinch to my skin as he yanks—breaking a few of the strands—allowing the fake beads to fall free to the seat and the limo floor. For some reason, my nipples become erect, poking through the fabric of my top, and I’m even more embarrassingly exposed. Because he’s looking at my breasts and gritting his teeth.