by Naomi West
Shit was about to go down.
“You don’t get the girl. The deal is drugs for the girls and peace. You can take it or leave it, but she’s not on the table. And I’ll take apart any one of you fuckers who stands in my way.”
A chill of fear ran through me as Red Flag stared me down. For a moment, I was certain that he was going to give the order for the Heretics in the room to rush us and take us apart. Instead, he put his head down, snorted up his line, and looked up.
“Yo!” he called out. “Where the fuck is Ajax?”
The Heretics sprang into action. A few of them ran into the back hallways of the club, clearly looking for someone.
“You want the girl, you’re going to make it worth my while.”
The heavy thud of footsteps sounded through the club. The back doors opened and through them stepped what had to be the biggest man I’d ever seen in person. He was a beast of a man, standing what I guessed to be nearly seven feet tall and with a body of pure muscle. His head was shaved bald, and a long, ugly scar started from somewhere below his neckline and went up to his cheek.
He stomped over to the center of the room until he was only a few feet away from me. Once there, he glared down hard at me with the wild, rage-filled eyes of a beast.
“This is Ajax,” said Red Flag. “He likes to fight. And he’s good at it, too. Doesn’t even need to use a weapon—likes pulling arms out of the sockets. Maybe a little too much, if you ask me, but hey, he gets the job done.”
A little smirk formed on Ajax’s ugly face. He looked me up and down, as if trying to figure out exactly how he wanted to destroy me.
“So, you two are going to give me a little show. Fight one on one, and we’ll take it from there. You win, which you fucking won’t, and you can walk out of here with the girl and your peace. I win, and well, I might have him take his time with the rest of you. Got it?”
I turned to Red Flag without even having to think about it.
“Got it,” I said.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see that it was Cassie. Her eyes were frantic with worry.
“Don’t do this, Ranger,” she said.
I took her hand from my shoulder.
“It’s happening,” I said. “Not a chance I’m letting him take you.”
I pointed to Dakota and Angela and the rest of the Angels.
“Get with them. Now.”
My tone was stern enough that there was no question as to whether or not I was serious as a fucking heart attack. Cassie said nothing, instead nodding quickly before hurrying over to the Angels.
“How fucking sweet,” said Red Flag. “And they say chivalry’s dead.”
Then he turned his attention to me and Ajax.
“Now,” he said. “You guys going to start this shit or what?”
“Yeah,” said Ajax, his voice about as booming as I’d expect from the rest of him. “Let’s start this shit.”
I was in for a hell of a fight, one that I knew I might not win. But I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was keeping Cassie safe.
The two of us backed away from one another, each of us sizing the other up. We walked in slow circles around each other, and I waited for him to make the first move.
“Come on, you fucking ape,” I said. “Let’s do this!”
That was all Ajax needed to hear. He pulled back his fist and rushed in, swinging a punch in what would’ve likely been a killer blow to my head had I not moved out of the way. I could take a punch from a normal man, but a single hit from someone built like him would slam into me like a boulder thrown by a giant.
The punch whooshed by my head as I jumped out of the way. The miss was enough to send Ajax stumbling, and I rushed in to take advantage of it. I pulled back for a punch of my own and connected hard with his head, the feeling like hitting a brick wall.
“Augh!” shouted Ajax as the punch connected.
His hands shot to his head and he put distance between him and me. My hand throbbed from the impact, and I shook it to get the blood flowing back to it.
Fuck, this guy was like a fucking tank.
Ajax got his bearings and turned his attention back to me, his eyes filled with even more rage than before.
“You’re dead, you skinny little fuck!”
I’d never really considered myself skinny, but compared to him anyone was. Ajax stomped towards me like a bull charging at a matador, and I quickly made the call to use his weight against him. I waited until he was right down on me and moved away at the last moment.
Ajax went rushing past me, every pound of his massive weight put behind his run. I turned just in time to see him crash into one of the support pillars of the club, the vibration from his impact nearly knocking me off my feet. A bang sounded through the air as his head hit the pillar. “Ohhs” and “oh shits,” sounded out from the audience as it happened.
But it didn’t take him down. I glanced over at Red Flag, who had a wild look in his eyes.
“Just kill the fucker!” he shouted out. “I don’t give a shit how you do it!”
Ajax shook off the impact and turned back towards me. He reached into his vest and pulled out what had to be the biggest Bowie knife I’d ever seen in my life, custom-made for his massive hands.
“Fuck,” I said to myself.
“And take the rest of them, too!” shouted Red Flag. “All of them!”
So much for a fair, one-on-one fight.
With Red Flag’s call, the fight was on. Heretics and Angels rushed at one another, knives brandished and guns drawn by the Heretics.
“Get the guns!” shouted Dakota.
The Angels didn’t waste any time taking down the Heretics who had their weapons. Gunshots cracked through the air as everyone got a hold of their guns and the battle started. I turned my attention to Cassie.
“Get down!” I shouted. “Stay out of sight!”
She nodded, and that was all I could get across to her before Ajax began rushing towards me with his massive knife. The blade gleamed in the low light of the club and he shoved it towards me with a barbarian’s yell.
This time, I wasn’t lucky enough to completely dodge it. The blade cut through the air as I juked to the side, the end of it slicing through the front of my kutte and carving right through my chest.
The pain was intense and instant.
“Ah fuck!” I yelled out.
“Ranger!” screamed Cassie, her face in an expression of total shock.
The sting of the blade was followed by the wet stickiness of blood on my skin. I took a quick glance at the wound and saw that it luckily didn’t go in too deep.
But when I looked up, it was in just enough time to see Ajax’s fist flying towards my face.
It hit, and it hit hard.
The hit was like being struck with a fucking truck. I staggered backward and fell back over a nearby table, the glasses on it crashing underneath me. I looked around, the fighting a blur around me.
Ajax stomped towards me and stared down, a cocky smirk on his ugly face.
“Boss says I get first crack at your girl,” he said. “I’m gonna split that little bitch in two.”
That was all I needed to hear. The rage shot me up from the table, and as I rose, I grabbed a nearby broken bottle and jammed it hard into Ajax’s chest. He wailed in pain, sounding like a wounded beast. His knife hit the ground with a heavy clatter.
I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass. I reached down and grabbed the knife, the thing heavy as hell in my hands. Then I drove it straight up, the tip of the blade going right through the bottom of Ajax’s head. It went up, up through him and I felt his body go slack as it did its deadly work.
I let go of the handle of the knife, the blade now jammed into Ajax’s head. He dropped to his knees, and that was that.
I dusted off my hands, my head still ringing from the blow.
But I didn’t have time to recover from the slash or the hit. A scream cut through the air, and I turned
just in time to see that Red Flag had, to my horror, found Cassie.
“Ranger!” she cried out.
“Shut up, you bitch!” he said, his arm crossed over her chest and a gun to her head.
I didn’t think I could be any angrier, but the sight of Red Flag holding Cassie like that did the job.
“Let go of her, you fuck!” I called out as I rushed over to him.
The fighting continued to rage all around us as I squared up with Red Flag. Cassie’s fear-filled eyes were locked onto me, and I was ready to kill.
“Here’s the deal,” he said. “You and your fucking crew are going to let me out of here. And if you even try to stop me, I’ll put a bullet right through this pretty head of hers. Got it?”
I said nothing, doing my best to control my rage and not do anything stupid that might get her killed.
“I’m not letting you leave with her,” I said. “Not a fucking chance.”
“You are, you little bitch,” he said. “And you’ll be smart about this if you want her to live.”
I made hard eyes at him. I wanted to kill him more than anything; to drive my fist right into that coke-dusted nose of his. But I had to play this smart if I wanted Cassie to live.
Then she made a move.
Cassie pulled her hand forward and drove her elbow into Red Flag’s gut. The air whooshed out of his lungs, and his eyes looked like they were about to bug out of his head.
“Ranger!”
I turned to see Dakota toss a gun at me. The pistol arced through the air and I grabbed it, clicked off the safety, and raised it to Red Flag’s face just in time for Cassie to break free from his grasp.
Bang, bang.
Done.
Two red holes in his forehead, Red Flag dropped to his knees and onto the ground. Cassie rushed over to me and I hurriedly ran with her to cover.
But the fight was about over. I looked around to see that the Angels had fought like the tough-as-nails bastards that they were. Nearly every Heretic was either dead, injured and out of the fight, or on his knees in a surrender position. The rest of the Angels were mopping up the rest, and that was that.
“Are you okay?” I asked, frantically looking Cassie over.
“Yes,” she said. “I think so.”
“All clear!” called out Dakota.
I got up and saw him standing in the center of the club, two smoking pistols in his hands.
“Stay put,” I said to Cassie.
She nodded, and I got up to speak with Dakota.
“We got ’em?” I asked.
“We got ’em,” he said, tucking his pistols into his vest.
The scene around us was one of total chaos. The club looked like a warzone. Hell, it just had been.
“Where are the girls?” I asked. “The ones who were with Red Flag?”
Right as I said the words, the two girls stood up from where they’d been hiding and came over to us. I was relieved to see that they were unharmed.
“There are more,” said one of them. “In the back.”
Dakota and I nodded to one another.
“I’ll go see about them,” he said. “You hold the fort down.”
Cassie stepped to my side.
“Oh my God,” she said. “You’re cut!”
The adrenaline had been pumping so hard that I’d barely felt the pain. I knew it might be a different story in an hour or so, but for now all I cared about was that Cassie was safe.
The fight was over, and we’d won.
27
Cassie
Three months later …
“We ought to think about getting up.”
“I know, I know.”
“Shitload to do today.”
“Yeah …”
“You only said ‘yeah,’ but I’m getting the distinct impression that there’s more on your mind than that.”
“Just thinking, well, we’ve got a whole week ahead of us.”
“Right.”
“Crazy busy.”
“Yep.”
“And right now it’s just the two of us in bed.”
“It sure is.”
“And as far as anyone else knows, we’re still asleep.”
“You’ve got my attention.”
“So, I’m thinking that you and I ought to take advantage of our alone time while we’ve got it.”
“Hmm. But it’s morning time.”
“Yep.”
“And all last night, Dakota was talking about the big breakfast he was going to make today.”
“That right?”
“Mhmm. Eggs, bacon, sausage. Maybe some pancakes even. And Angela’s even got some butter she made herself.”
“Sounds tasty.”
“So I’m thinking that you ought to make a strong case for why I shouldn’t run out of bed right now and gorge myself on that food I’ve been promised.”
“Hmm,” I said, rolling over in bed and lying on my back. “Maybe I can offer you something else tasty to eat instead?”
With that, I opened up the knot on the front of the light robe I’d worn to bed and pulled it open. I didn’t have anything on underneath, and I could tell by the expression on Ranger’s face that he was more than okay with the situation.
“I think that’s about as strong of a case as they come.”
“Then come here and show me.”
Ranger, wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs, rolled over and planted his lips on mine and his hand on my breast. It’d been months since I’d officially become his girl, but the feeling of his hands on my body was just as lovely as the first time.
He kissed me hard and deep, his hand moving down from my breast, to my stomach, and to my hips. I’d woken up good and horny, the sight of his sculpted body turning me on like it always did, so I was wet beyond belief.
Ranger’s hand slipped between my legs and fell onto my pussy, a sigh escaping from my lips as he did.
“Damn,” I said. “I love the way you touch me.”
“Good, because I’ve got more than just touching you in mind.”
He moved his lips from my mouth, down to my jaw, then to my neck, and then down to my nipples. I ran my hands through his hair as he went further and further down, his lips leaving a trail of tingles along my skin.
Soon he was at the notches of my hips and drawing even closer to right where I wanted him. He opened my legs slowly, a smile forming on his lips at the sight of mine.
“I ever tell you you’ve got the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen in my life?” he asked.
“You might’ve mentioned it once or twice,” I said. “But I’m always down to hear it repeated.”
“Good,” he said. “Because it sure isn’t going to be the last time—I can tell you that right now.”
“I love it, but I’d love it more if you put that mouth of yours to work,” I said.
“Now that, I can do.”
He flashed me one more sexy little smile before lowering his head and giving me exactly what I wanted. He spread my lips open gently and slipped a pair of fingers inside of me, his touch like heaven. I moaned and ran my hands over my breasts as he fingered me.
“Yeah,” I said. “Just like that.”
Ranger kept at it, his eyes locked onto mine as he used his fingers to coax me closer to an orgasm. Each push in and out of me was enough to make me writhe and moan with delight. I’d never met a man who could make me feel as good as Ranger did.
He lowered his head and placed his mouth on my cunt. The first few flicks of his tongue were so pleasurable that the orgasm that had seemed somewhat off in the distance was now right in front of me. It didn’t take him long for him to make me cum with his mouth, and when he did, I needed all the restraint I had not to squeeze his head like a melon between my legs.
When the first orgasm faded, I was ready for another. Ranger propped himself up on his elbows and made his way up and over my body. He reached down and stripped off his underwear, his cock springing out hard and ready.
/> “I need it,” I moaned. “Give it to me.”
“Damn girl,” he said with a grin. “You’re out of control.”
Maybe I was, but I didn’t care—it was how Ranger made me feel.
He reached down and took hold of his thick, long cock and placed the head between my lips. With a slow push, he entered me, filling me in the way only he could.
I dug my nails into his back as he moved in and out of me. Each penetration from his thick cock was like a new joy, a new rush of pleasure that my little body could hardly contain.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he said. “So good I can hardly stand it.”
I felt the same way, sure, but I could barely form words at this point. Ranger pumped into me harder, filling me full with his cock again and again. I screamed and thrashed underneath him, trying to muffle the sound by biting down onto my lower lip.
When I came, I came hard. The orgasm was like a force of nature, starting at my pussy and blasting outward all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. I felt as though I’d been filled with a hot white light of pure ecstasy.
Ranger came next, his cock pulsing inside of me and filling me up with his hot cum. I loved the feeling of him unloading inside of me, knowing that I was making him feel so, so good.
Soon we were done, our orgasms fading.
We lay next to each other, catching our breath, our eyes on the sunlight that streamed into the little bedroom at Angel HQ. Outside, through the open window, I could hear the gentle chirp of spring birds.
I dragged my fingertip over the scar on his chest, the one that he’d gotten from the fight months ago. It was neat and clean, but it’d be there forever.
“Healing nicely,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. “Better than the one in my kutte.”
“I can still patch that if you want.”
“Nah,” he said with a grin. “I think it looks badass. Plus, every time I put my vest on it reminds me of the woman I got it protecting. Makes me remember what I’m fighting for.”
Pure happiness flowed through me.
But then Ranger turned toward me, a serious expression on his face.
