“I don’t have a high-risk pregnancy!” She hisses out, “I can fuck you any way I want to fuck you.”
“Didn’t the doctor just fucking tell you to take it easy?” I snarl back at her, becoming increasingly furious.
She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Maybe if I got laid I wouldn’t be so aggravated!”
“Fine!” I roar, taking a few short steps until I’m against her, flipping her body to face the wall. I line my cock up with her entrance and ram into her, hearing her cry out in pleasure. I snake my hand around to her breasts, tweaking her nipples while my other rests on her hips, keeping her snugly in position.
Ksenia pushes her ass back a little more, taking my cock deeper inside her. I thrust myself inside, pulling out slowly, ramming myself back in. I want to tease and taunt her pussy. I want to be able to step back and see come streaming down between her legs, while my load slides over her lips.
My cock swells, holding so much in for the last few months. It didn’t help that the other day I didn’t get to nestle myself deep inside her, or get any type of release. I’ve been saving up for so long that I feel I may explode at any given moment.
She tightens up around my cock and I’m a goner, her pert pussy draining the life out of my cock. “Oh God!” She moves her arm and tries to muffle her cries, but it’s no use, she’s a goner. Ksenia’s liquid spills over my cock as I continue to pound into her, releasing myself inside of her.
After a few moments, I come to a still and keep myself nestled inside her, just like I’ve wanted for ages. I just want to be like this, connecting with her in a way that I’ve never been able to with another. I know for as long as I’m alive, I’m going to make it work with Ksenia because quite frankly, I don’t want it to work with anyone else.
28
“And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.”
-Ambivert
Ksenia
“I really would just love to get out of here for a little bit. I can’t stay cooped up in one spot for too long, and y’all know that.” Michelle says to Daisy and Elena. They’re sitting in a small seating area we have in the foyer. I never really knew what those chairs would ever be used for, but it looks like they’re great for whenever we have a boatload of people over. I guess they’re best for parties.
“I don’t think it’s a great idea. We don’t know what’s going on. The guys just left.” Elena tells Michelle, trying to dissuade her from wanting to leave.
The guys just left a couple of hours ago and we haven’t heard a thing yet. It’s hard to believe that Michelle is already getting antsy, but she’s also pregnant like me. Being in her position, I know how the anxiety slowly eats at you. “What do you want to do?” I ask her. We weren’t told we couldn’t leave. If she just wants to go grab a bite, shop or something low risk, I don’t see why we can’t go.
“I just need to stretch my legs and get some air.” She confesses, looking at me with hope. I can see that she’s terrified, and I know the feeling.
“Why don’t we go a couple towns over to the mall? I haven’t gotten anything for the baby yet. Do you want to grab some things for your buns in the oven too?” The moment I finish asking the question, I can feel Elena’s scowl directed at me.
She stands up abruptly, looking right at me. “I don’t think that’s such a great idea.” Her voice booms.
“Shit. When did you turn into such a pansy ass?” Daisy laughs, rolling her eyes. “Motherhood has softened you, El.”
Elena turns her attention over to Daisy. “It has not. I’m just cautious now, especially given the circumstances.”
“The boys know where Max is. We were told to stay here in case anything were to happen at the club. Nothing will happen here. We’re surrounded by big, bad, hired goons. Plus, I’m pretty sure a few of us know how to fire a gun.” Daisy argues, sticking up for me. Daisy and I have never really been the closest, coming from two very different paths of life but in this moment I appreciate it.
“Well, I’m going to go if you want to join, Michelle. I’ll make sure that we take a goon with us.” I accentuate the word goon, giving a wink in Daisy’s direction.
“Hell yes. Let’s go.” Michelle comes up to me and grabs my arm, leading me in the wrong direction. But, I stop her and tug her in opposite way towards the garage. As we walk down the hallway, she starts talking to me. “I thought I was going to suffocate being in there for so long. I just needed to get out and do something. Thanks for recommending shopping.”
“It’s no problem. I needed a distraction just like you did. Plus, it’ll give us time to spoil our babies a little. Are you due soon?” I ask, placing my hand on the doorknob that leads into the garage. I take a couple steps and head down onto the concrete platform, and put my hand up to the key rack. I grab the keys to one of the SUV’s and pop in the driver’s seat.
Michelle gets in on the passenger side and as she shuts the door, I’m putting the keys in the ignition. I click the button on the inside of the vehicle to get the garage door to open. “My due date isn’t coming soon enough.”
“I bet. You’re having triplets, right?” I ask, pulling the vehicle forward I head down the lane and stop by the small building the goons are staying in.
“Yep, three girls.” She laughs, “Kyle is going to hate it when they’re teenagers.”
“If they’re as pretty as you are, he sure will.” I say it not because I want to kiss her ass, but because it’s true. Michelle is a different type of beauty. She has this natural look with beautiful blonde hair. Her nose is the cutest thing, looking like a small button. Now that I think about it, hopefully those little ones will get her nose. Kyle has a very distinctive one. I laugh, not being able to hold my thoughts in.
“What’re you laughing at?”
“I just thought about your girls with Kyle’s nose.” I crack up as I say it, holding my stomach, praying that I don’t pee myself.
Michelle busts out into laughter. “God, I sure hope that doesn’t carry down to them.” I peer out the window and see a man in a suit approaching the car.
I click the button to roll the window, speaking to him. “We’re going out for a bit. Can you accompany us?” He doesn’t really have a choice. He has to come with us. He nods his head, and opens the door, getting in the backseat.
Within twenty minutes, I’m parked at the local mall and we’re walking into the entrance. Our so- called goon is behind us, watching everything within sight as we continue forward and look at the different shops. I haven’t been to a mall, or shopping center like this in a very long time.
Even though it’s a weekday, the mall is packed. Men and women are accompanied by children and I can tell by the way our goon sticks to us that even he is becoming nervous. Michelle makes a sharp right turn into some sort of boutique. Upon walking in, I can see that we have maternity clothes and even baby items. Pops of color come out from various places in the store and I run my hand over a cute long sleeve dress. It’s made from some sort of cotton type material, feeling almost like a tee shirt. My eyes land on the tag of the dress, and the words ‘Mommy & Me’ are sprawled across. The store name is perfect given the merchandise that lines the shelves and racks. Instead of separating the clothes based on if they’re for the mom or baby, the store keeps them together. I’m looking at a cute blue dress with white flowers and there’s a tiny little matching navy outfit for a baby boy. I’m unable to help myself and look for my size in the dress, picking up an outfit for a three month old with my other hand.
“Oh, this is adorable!” Michelle giggles. I look across and see her with some sort of little coral dress. “Obviously, I’ll need three, but look!” She grabs them in two other colors. “I have one for each baby. No way Kyle can get them mixed up.” I laugh to myself, and after being here with Michelle I can tell that we both needed this.
We needed a happy distraction instead of a negative one. I’m just wondering how long this will distract the two of us before we both ge
t sucked down the rabbit hole again.
29
Your mind is a weapon, keep it loaded.
-Unknown
Enzo
We’re lucky that Louisville isn’t too far away. Max’s ass could’ve been halfway across the world and we would’ve done anything to get to him. I would’ve walked from the tip of Maine to the bottom of California without shoes to finally get this fucker. After all these years, it’s time he pays for what he’s done. I just don’t know how we’re going to get him. The only thing I worry about is that someone is going to get a little too trigger happy and end him. No way in hell is Reed gonna’ to let him die an easy, quick death. It’ll be drawn out, and it’ll be painful as fuck. I don’t feel sorry for him, though. It’s what Max deserves, but I don’t even think that’s a strong enough word for it. His acts warrant the things that are coming his way.
We pull up to a gas station on the outskirts of Louisville to meet up with the brothers who left early. Gianni went behind my back and bought a freezer truck, telling me I needed to drive this instead of the bike. I didn’t understand why at first, but given the twisted shit coming Max’s way – I began to put the pieces together. My brother knows how badly we want Max to stay alive. Putting him in the back of this truck will mean that in theory, as long as we don’t hit him in any vital areas, his blood will clot and keep him alive until we’re back home. I told Gianni how he’s one twisted fucker, but he just smiled in response.
“What’s with the freezer truck?” Reed asks as soon as he turns the ignition off. He dismounts his bike, propping up the kickstand before walking over to us.
Gianni shrugs, looking my Prez up and down. “You want him to stay alive, right?”
“Yeah, but what’s a freezer have to do with any of that?”
Gianni cackles loudly, slapping me on the back. “Your Prez is quite the jokester. Reed, this is a truck that’s used to transport meat. I thought it was, uh . . . poetic for Max to travel back in such a tool. Don’t you?”
“Sure. I just don’t get it. Why a freezer? We could’ve easily hit him on the head and thrown him in a trunk.”
“Do you plan on torturing him?” My brother asks in a monotone voice. I can see Reed is surprised by the lack of emotion coming from Gianni, but this is the type of shit that he plans out every single day. He isn’t going to show any emotions. This isn’t personal to him, it’s strictly business.
“Yes.” Reed answers in a grumbled tone. Looking past Reed, I can see the stern looks on our brother’s faces. They want to torture him just as badly as Reed does.
“Just as I thought. As I explained to Lorenzo, I will do the same with you. The temperature in the freezer is approximately thirty degrees Celsius. I anticipated on the fact you and your boys will probably take a few rounds at him and make him bleed. So, when you’re ready to take him back to Gainesville, toss him in the back of here and allow the cold to clot his blood.”
“Say, what now?” Seamus asks, raising an eyebrow. Before Gianni can elaborate, Seamus is continuing. “Why in the hell do we want to clot his blood? We want him to suffer!”
“Yes, and you can’t do that if you have a dead man on your hands. Clotting his blood will give you the ability to torture him more later. Or, do you want him to bleed out and all of your club’s pain and suffering amounts to nothing?”
The brother’s all share a mutual glance, now seeing how my brother is useful. “Good idea bringing the truck.” Reed speaks up, nodding to Gianni.
“It’s my pleasure. Now, I’m sure you have news to share with us.”
Reed appreciates my brother’s help, but I can tell he’s starting to get annoyed with Gianni’s personality. He’s in your face, cocky and full of arrogance. It doesn’t help that he knows he’s good looking and that just boosts his ego to a level none of us need. Rolling his eyes, Reed updates us on what he knows. “Max has been laying low in a shitty little loft. Not really sure how long he’s been here, but he hasn’t moved besides walking down the block to the Chinese shop. The only other time he’s leaving is when he’s going to the donut place across the street.”
“Prez, sorry for the interruption, but why are you dressed like that?” I don’t mean to be crass, but I’ve never seen him in a dressy type of setting outside of weddings or special events.
He looks down at himself, “I’ve been hanging around at the Italian restaurant across the street watching his place. I can’t stand out, I need to blend in. I always have someone watching every entrance and exit on his building. I don’t care if he’s going to grab a bite or taking a shit. I want to know exactly what he’s doing, wherever he’s going.”
“Makes sense.” I change the subject, “You have any sort of plan up your sleeves?”
“Why in fact. Yes, I do.” Reed smirks, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen from him. His smile isn’t genuine or even remotely kind. It’s filled with nothing but the darkest evil.
“Pain and Chaos are gonna go down the street to shake down the owner of the Chinese shop. I want you to pay them whatever you need to in order to get them to put this in his food when he orders.” Reed holds up a little baggy with some sort of white powder.
Pain takes it from him, sliding the baggy in his pocket. “Do you even know what this is?”
“No. Darius gave it to me after I asked for something that wouldn’t kill him. I just needed him knocked out for a few hours. He said it would hurt him, but it’s not like I give a fuck if the bastard is in any sort of pain.” Alrighty then . . . Reed has gone dark, and I kinda like it.
“Okay.” Pain mutters in response, looking back to Reed. We all need him to continue, otherwise we don’t know anything about this plan.
“You get them to put this in his food and within an hour he’ll be passed out. It’s when Trick, Dmitri and Slasher will go in and grab him. I was gonna have y’all stuff him in a trunk, but let’s put this new toy to good use. You three will throw him in the back of the freezer truck and we’ll get the hell out of the city and take him to a suburb. Darius has a place outside of town where his boys fuck up some people. He said it might be a little dirty, but we’re welcome to use it.”
“You mean bloody.” Dmitri chuckles, staring at Reed.
Reed laughs, “Probably. I don’t really give a shit. Pain, Chaos, go get your shit handled. Once it’s handled, we’ll be ready waiting, and for the love of God, no one better get spotted.” Reed turns back to head to his bike and mounts it. Something in the way he speaks to us tells me that shit’s about to go down in a way like we’ve never seen it before.
30
“If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared”
-Niccolò Machiavelli
Enzo
The group of us waited for hours until Max walked down the street to go get his dinner. Pain and Chaos admitted that persuading the restaurant owner to put the stuff in his food was easy. All they did was flash a couple grand in front of the man’s eyes. Ever since then, we’ve been waiting at various points surrounding the area, texting one another every time we’ve seen movement.
Reed texted around seven asking if Max had slipped out. From the way it sounded, he’d go get his food before then. Now it’s eight thirty and he’s already been back in his loft for a while. Reed told us he’d let Dmitri, Trick and Slasher know when they’d need to go in and grab him and he did. He sent us a group text telling them to go in, and Gianni pulled up in the alley behind the loft with the freezer truck.
I know that he’s out when we get a text saying it’s a green light, and now, I can’t just sit back and wait. I rise from my location across the street on a bench and walk towards the building that the loft is in. My feet move quicker than I think they will, and I charge up the stairs. Reed gave us all the number of the loft Max was living in just in case shit went down and we needed to rush in.
My heart pounds in my chest with each step I take, getting closer to the one man who’s caused far
more harm than good. “He out?” I ask, entering the apartment. Glancing over the space, I see that his digs are a lot nicer than how it looks on the outside. Some of the same finishing’s that grace Russian Manor are in here, like the black and white stone. I think it’s called marble, but I don’t really pay too much attention when it comes to that stuff.
“Like a sleepin’ baby,” Slasher cackles. I watch as he brings back his leg and kicks him hard in the ribs. “See, baby didn’t move an inch. I’m betting it’ll be fun when he wakes up. Not just from the powder, but all the bruises I plan on giving him before then.”
“Know your place. Reed gets this kill. He’s the one who deserves it.”
Slasher takes a step back and lands a few good kicks in Max’s ribs before walking towards me. “Yeah, I’m not gonna kill him, just giving him a few love taps. What’s up with you? Why do you even care how rough I am with this fuck?”
I try not to let my frustration get the best of me, but it slips out. “I don’t want him to die before it’s his time. Remember what he deserves? To fuckin’ suffer and he will.” I look down at his body and see him slumped down on the floor, dead asleep. I don’t know what was in that little baggy Reed gave Pain, but it’s some potent shit.
“Yeah, neither do I, and he won’t. We’re all gonna keep this piece of shit alive for as long as we can, just to make him suffer even more. Fuck, your brother brought up that freezer idea. I might suggest to Reed that we keep slicing him open and shove him in the freezer to keep him alive, cutting his wounds open again, slowly letting the infection kill him. Sounds like a good way to let a man like this die, doesn’t it?”
Dmitri coughs, speaking up. “No, he’ll get much worse. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s done even more than we think.” The way Dmitri glares down at him makes me believe he has a theory.
Retribution: Skulls Renegade MC Book #10 Page 12
