by M. G Rayne
“I’m fine. Nothing to worry about!”
“Ry, you just hit the deck. I tried to talk to you, but nothing. The fear on your face was pure terror.”
“Tom, I’m fine. It was an overreaction to being caught off guard. Honestly, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“R…”
“Enough! You asked me to come down because you wanted to ask me something. What was it?”.
“I….um!” Tom said as I picked my phone up from where it fell out of my pocket. “Fuck, it’s five. I’ve got to be ready for tonight by eight. Shit.”
Not even bothering to find out what he wanted, I bolt out of the door and up the steps to take me home. Once inside I start to relax. I throw a frozen pizza into the microwave and make another coffee. Making my way over to my sofa I tuck into my food. I do not get why we are friends sometimes. Complete opposites: she loves clothes, makeup, shoes, bags.
I love my boots, my leather jacket and my bike.
Twenty minutes later I have just sat down to dry my hair when I hear the door open. “Where are you at, biatch?” I knew it. Hmm, how long till she bitches about my outfit choice. She strolls into my bedroom done up to the nines with a little black dress, killer heels, make up on point and not a hair out of place. I turn a little green. Mel is gorgeous, always attracting the attention of men wherever we go, as if she’s a homing beacon for the male species. Me, I blend. I’ve never been one for makeup, honestly, I don’t even know what to do with the stuff. I tried once to put it on and I ended up looking like a Pennywise look alike who had a taste for heroin. I finish the last section of my hair and turn to Mel.
“You look gorgeous. From your outfit I guess you’re planning on getting laid tonight?”
“Damn right I am. Antonio is fiiiine! What are you wearing?”
“My usual.”
“Like hell you are! The den isn’t the run-down shack it used to be. You aren’t wearing jeans and boots. C’mon, Ry!”
Grinning, I wave my hand to the closet. I know that's what she wanted anyway. She disappears into my tiny closet and starts throwing my stuff over her shoulder. I need a beer; this is going to be torture. I grab a Bud from the fridge and head back to the room. After a lot of banging and swearing, Mel finally comes out with a grin on her face. I’m fucked! That look means she wants to cause trouble.
“What about this?” She holds up a black dress which would barely cover my ass. Where the hell did she find that? I don’t own any dresses.
“Where did you pull that from? I don’t own any shit like that.”
“I hid it here a while ago, hoping you might get over your no dresses rule.”
Sneaky bitch. I wondered why she keeps disappearing into my room when she comes to visit. How much more shit has she hidden without me knowing.
“Nope, not happening. I’m not wearing that. My pussy and ass would be hanging out!” Rolling her eyes, she heads back in to hunt down something else. I hope her ass gets lost in Narnia. Snorting to myself, I sit down on my bed and wait. Ten minutes, that is all it took for her to screech, she’s found it.
“I’ve got it. You don’t do dresses, so I’ll make you a deal.”
“Hmmmm...”
“Wear this and the only thing I'll do is put makeup on you!”.
Someone please kill me now. She’s jumping around like an excited puppy. “Fiiiine,” I groan.
She hands me the clothes. Huh, never thought to put these together. Pulling my leather pants up and over my ass, I grab the ACDC top she’s pulled out with it. I love this top; I’ve not worn it in years. It's ripped in places and barely stays together. Putting it on and pulling it down, it shows my stomach and falls off one shoulder. Before I get to check if my bruising is showing, Mel grabs me. She pushes me into a chair so she can do my makeup.
God knows what has been put on my eyes, eyebrows, lips and cheeks. After a couple of touches to my hair, so it falls in waves down my back, she finally allows me to look in the mirror. Looking at my reflection I am surprised at what I see. My makeup looks fierce with dark eyeshadow, to really make my grey eyes pop, and red lips. I have the whole look of a sexy AF woman. With my no shit attitude it all works. I like where this is going. Fuck it, I have been ghosting my fuck buddy lately. He wants more than I am willing to give. Time to find a new one.
Mel applies more lipstick when we pull up. Soon we are heading to the line. I start walking to the back of it when she grabs my arm. “We don’t have to wait, Ry.”
“Mel, have you seen the amount of people here?”
“Trust me, we don’t have to wait in line.”
Heading to the door I see the bouncer. The guy is fucking huge, like a minotaur and Godzilla had kids. Tattoos run up his arms. He has a bald head and a don’t fuck with me expression. He spots Mel as we are making our way over. “Hey, Cam. What’s it like in there?”
“Busier than usual. Who’s your friend, Mel?”
“Ry, this is Cam. Cam, this is Ry.” Does he have to be any more predictable? It's written across his face that he likes what he sees and is about to spew some shit.
“You fancy a drink when I get off work, gorgeous?”
I can’t be arsed with any more drama today. I want to get pissed and dance my ass off. Giving a wink, we walk past him into the club. According to the groans and the WTF shouts, the people in the line are pissed. Halestorm's “I Miss the Misery” is blaring from the speakers. It’s definitely changed, not what I remember. There's a dance floor in the middle now, tables around it giving a perfect view. Booths line the back wall behind the DJ box, probably for VIP’s. The bar is lit up in blue lights to my right.
“What do you think?” She leans into me, shouting in my ear so that I can hear her.
“Definitely different. I’m going to get a drink, do you want one?”
“Nah, I’m gonna look for my date if that’s ok with you?”
“Go, I can look after myself. Find me when you find him. Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behaviour,” I say dripping in sarcasm. She will find her date and I won’t see her for a while. Instantly she melts into the crowd.
“What can I get you, gorgeous?” I was in my own little world thinking it would be a while with the amount of people here. Looking at the voice that has spoken, there stands a blond-haired, blue-eyed guy with a couple of tattoos and a cheeky grin. He's cute, but not my type of cute. Too friendly and a happy vibe is coming from him. I need someone a lot darker.
“You finished checking me out, gorgeous?”
“Yeah, you're cute, darling, but I’m not your type. Can I have a bottle of Bud?”
“Not my type? What do you think my type is?”
“The bubbly cheerleader types.”
“Wrong. That’s not my type at all.” He passes me my drink, looking slightly offended by my comment. I laugh. Don't ask a question if you're easily offended. Taking a drink of my beer a blonde-haired pretty girl strolls up to the bar and asks him if they are meeting up after he finishes work. Lifting my eyebrow, I smirk at him. Spotting a table free, I squeeze through the crowd. Some cheeky git managed to grope my ass on the way. Thank God I’m not wearing heels. Mel is nowhere to be seen, but I’m not bothered, honestly. I enjoy my own company. Still I scan around the room as far as I can see to try to spot her. If my girl is getting shit then you know my ass will be there. On my return scan back to where I started, I see a tall blond-haired guy looking straight at me. Huh, weird. I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before. Fuck knows. “Mi Gente” by J Balvin comes on. Finishing my beer, I make my way to the dance floor. The beat is building, my hips are moving, I throw my head back and just feel. Everything is bliss. The best feeling ever.
Chapter Five
Kane
Sitting behind my desk in the office at the club, I look through the stock orders and profits taken in in the last two weeks. I pay someone to do this but from time to time, I have a look through just to be certain. With a sigh I put the papers down. It's no use, I cannot even see what is on the
m. All my mind is showing me is stormy eyes belonging to a mouthy-ass female. I did not sleep last night. Her eyes kept me awake. I need to get her out of my head. A piece of property, that’s what she is. A damn good fighter that will bring a nice sum into the crew’s businesses and something for me to toy with and fuck when I’m bored. It’s a game, you see. She’s a feisty female which doesn’t make sense. I don’t like them with an attitude. I like submissives who do what I want when I want and are happy with what attention I give them. Everyone has a weakness. I'll find hers and break her so she becomes submissive. Then maybe I might keep her. The office door swings open and my brother Liam strolls in like he has something on his mind.
“Kane, you sure about this deal with Alexander?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s a win-win for us. You were the one who wanted to bring a good fighter on board. Now we have one.” I can’t figure out if it’s that I cleared Alexander's debt to purchase her or if it’s the woman herself.
“Yeah, I wanted a fighter, but she’s unpredictable. Cocky even. Look what happened in the office not knowing who we are.” I knew it, his problem is because she showed zero respect to us.
“What’s done is done. Either she fights and earns us money, or we remove the issue.” Yeah, call me a prick. They don’t call me soulless for no reason.
“You sure? I saw the way you were looking at her in the cage. I don’t want pussy getting in the way of all this. I know you’re the boss man. But I watch your back and that girl is trouble with a capital T!”
“She is a transaction, a means to an end. That is all. You don’t need to worry about that.”
“If you say so.” With an eye roll he stands to leave.
Once the office door closes, I lean back with my eyes closed and try to relax. I don’t know how much time passes before I hear the click of the door opening. Looking up, I see one of the girls I see regularly, I think her name’s Dahlia. She’s looking at me with lust-filled eyes, obviously seeking me out because she’s horny. Perfect, I need a distraction from my thoughts. Without speaking a word to her I nod my head at my cock. Knowing what I want without words, she drops to her knees in front of me and reaches for the button on my jeans. Slowly pulling the zipper down, my cock springs free. Her eyes widen, not expecting me to be rock solid. I grab the back of her hair, pull her toward my dick and watch as she swallows it as far as she can. I groan. It’s not enough, I need more. Keeping my hand on the back of her head, I slowly stand from the chair. I grab her head with my other hand and thrust as far as I can go. She knows not to make a sound, perfect. “Good girl. That’s it, open your mouth,” I order, my hips picking up the pace. I’m grunting and groaning, I feel the tingle start from my balls and radiate throughout my body. I fuck her mouth faster, harder, deeper. She gags and struggles to breathe but I really don’t give a shit. I need to come. Pushing even deeper into her mouth I feel her nose at the base of my cock “That’s it! Good Girl. Fuuuuuuck.” The feeling is spreading faster. Any minute now I'll blow my load down her throat.
Crackling comes over the radio…………. “Erm, boss? Thought you should know your girl just walked into the club.”
The fuck.
I pull whatever her name is off my cock and jump to grab the radio from the desk. I sneer at the blonde still on her knees, “Get out!”
The door clicks as I radio back through to Cam, “What do you mean my girl just walked in?”
“You know that picture you showed the crew this morning of the gorgeous, black haired woman?”
“Reaper?”
“Yeah, that’s it. She’s just walked into the club with Mel and damn the picture doesn’t do her justice. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, boss.”
“Shut your mouth! She’s mine!!!” I roar.
Cam says something else, which I don’t hear. She’s here, in my club. What the fuck is she doing here? Cam just said she’s drop dead gorgeous. She was in the cage when I first saw her, I don’t need that fucker telling me how gorgeous she is, I know. I head down to the main floor to find her. Alexander has until Friday to deliver her to me. I own her ass now and she is in my club. I want to see her in a normal element. I need to know what she’s like when not surrounded by assholes. The need is driving me forward. I don’t see or hear anything once I make it downstairs. I feel the brush of fingers across my back and arms, but I don't stop to see who is trying to catch my attention. I check near the toilets and outer tables first, nothing. She isn’t standing anywhere near here. Spotting Mel in the corner sitting with one of my crew members, she’s grinning at something across the club. Following her line of sight, I realize what the smile is for. There she is, in the centre of the dance floor, without a care in the world. Hips swaying to the music, arms raised, and head thrown back as if she is the only person out there. I step closer to get a better look. My cock instantly goes harder. Fuck me! The leather pants hug her ass perfectly and the ripped shirt shows off her bronzed skin. Pretty Bird is gorgeous without anything on her face, now with makeup on, she’s lethal. Lust roars through my body, making my cock even harder. I can’t take my eyes off her.
Still in her own world, she hasn’t noticed the guy who is dancing behind her. If she ignores him to dance on her own, I will be rewarding her. She doesn’t know she belongs to me yet. She wouldn’t be here and I'd make sure of that, if she knew. May as well test her while she’s here. C’mon, Pretty Bird. What the fuck, she’s stepped back into him and is grinding into his cock! His hands are all over her. Rage ignites in my whole body. I grab the radio, “Cam, get ya ass in here and remove a handsy bastard for me!”
“On my way, boss.”
I watch this fucker and my girl grinding on each other like they’re fucking on the dancefloor. I freeze. I can’t move. What the fuck, she’s just kissed him. His hand runs down her legs and he lifts her. My fist connects with the fucker’s nose and I start smashing his face. I see red. I'm going to kill this fucker for touching what’s mine. All I hear is screams. Someone is trying to pull me off this fucker. He is a dead man. She's mine. I get to touch her and feel her body under my hands, not him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I can tell by my brother's face he’s pissed.
“Me! Did you see how he was touching her? No one gets to touch her like that but me!” Liam’s eyes widen, surprised by my reaction.
“Are you shitting me? You beat the guy within an inch of his life because he was touching someone.”
“Not someone!!!! He was touching her! She belongs to me!!!!” My body vibrates with my nearly uncontrollable rage.
“Shit!” Liam starts pacing up and down the office. Now he knows who the fucker downstairs had his hands all over. Processing the whole situation, I don’t even remember moving. One-minute I’m watching from the side, then the guy is on the floor, blood pouring from his nose and anywhere else I did damage.
“You’re telling me you nearly killed someone because he danced with The Reaper?”
“I knew she’d be nothing but trouble. For fuck’s sake they were dancing!”
“Dancing! They were practically fucking on the dancefloor!” What the hell is happening, women are nothing but toys to me. I don’t give a shit if they see anyone else. I get my cock wet and leave. I don’t care, but seeing him touching her like that it pissed me off….no I can’t be. What the fuck?
“Kane, seriously. The girl is trouble. Don’t keep this deal with Alexander. You're already fucked up over her and she’s not even been handed over yet.”
“Not going to happen. I’m not breaking this deal, Liam.” I’m not fucked up over this girl. He’s wrong. I’m pissed off I didn’t get to finish earlier. The office door opens and Marcus strolls in.
“What happened? I overheard some customers saying you went Blade on someone’s ass?” he snorts.
“That’s a fucking understatement! He lost his shit because a guy was dancing with The Reaper!” Marcus’ eyes widen.
“The fighter? Really you fucked him up for dancing
with her?” He's enjoying this. The little shit loves drama. He thrives off it.
“They were practically fucking each other!”
“Kane! Get a fucking grip on yourself. I’m telling you, break this fucking deal. I’m not dealing with you losing your shit all the time over some pussy.” Liam slams the door. He's pissed. Marcus is studying me. My breathing is still coming heavy as all my emotions war within my body. A grin appears on his face as he starts to chuckle.
“Fuck me. I never thought I’d see the day!”
“The fuck you on about, Marcus?”.
“Shits about to get interesting, that’s for sure!” He leaves the room still chuckling to himself.
Reika.
What the fuck is going on? The mountain is kicking the shit out of my dance partner. What the fuck is he doing here? Some of the crowd are screaming while others are standing far away from the pissed off man that looks like he wants to end this guy’s life. I need a beer. Fuck this, I wanted a fun relaxed night to just chill from all the crap of earlier. I head to the women’s toilets. I need to get a bit of quiet to process what I’ve just witnessed. He was brutal. Honestly, it was hot as fuck.
The ladies' stalls are empty. Standing in front of the mirror, I stare at myself wondering how the hell my life has had more drama in the last two days than I’ve had in the last three years. Spotting a reflection in the mirror, she’s looking me up and down like a piece of shit. What the hell, I don’t even know this chick. Seriously, is it one asshole after the other today?
“You want a picture sweetie?” Seriously, what’s her problem?
“I don’t need a picture, sweetie! He’ll be coming back to me when he’s done with you tonight!” I drop my head to the side. I look at her, she looks like she wants to throw down. Bitch better be prepared; she doesn’t know who the fuck I am.
“Huh?”
“You heard me. Kane will come back to me.” What the fuck this bitch been snorting and who the hell is Kane?
