Vengeance

by Kane Daemon

  I tore Carrie's top away, and she moaned, keeping her head back. I sucked her left breast into my mouth and enjoyed the taste of her skin, the hard nipple between my teeth. I squeezed her other round breast and then brought it into my mouth, sucking hard. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I swiftly moved her toward the stairs, turning her and pulling off her bottoms.

  Carrie turned and winked at me, daring me to continue.

  I grabbed her by the hair and pulled back, jamming my cock into her tight pussy, making her squirm. She bucked back against me, her ass, flopping like Jell-O as it bounced against hips.

  “Fuck me, baby,” she cried, and I did exactly that. I fucked her hard, making her moan, making her scream.

  I was never the kind of guy to not let a woman come, but that one time, there was just too much in the world messing with my head. I exploded into Carrie and held my cock inside her pussy, not caring what happened next. She whimpered and looked back, tears in her eyes.

  Carried turned and I pulled her into my arms. “You okay?” I asked and moved her hair out of her eyes. I wiped her tears, worried I’d caused them.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m just thrilled. I can’t imagine where I’d be if you hadn’t stopped to help me.”

  “You might change your mind tomorrow.” I squeezed her close. She responded once again by wrapping her legs around me.

  “I’m not afraid of the big bad wolf,” she said. “I’ve got you.”

  I wanted to say so did Amanda and look at what happened to her but refrained. I’d repeatedly promised myself not to let her out of my sight until the killer was found.

  “Yes, you do,” I said and carried her into the house.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Carrie

  For once, I woke up before Zane.

  I laid next to him, watching him sleep and breathe. His eyes were closed, rapidly shifted back and forth, leaving me to wonder what kind of dream he was having. Was it of me? I hoped so. But it may also have been about Amanda's ghost or the killer he was determined to find. Regardless, I let him sleep and crawled from the bed.

  We talked well into the morning. We shared ideas about life, work, the club, and what each of us wanted when we were old. Zane joked about our age and the fact it didn’t much matter what we wanted. He would be there much sooner than me.

  I tiptoed my way into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. How hot would it be to have him walk naked into the kitchen, sniffing the aroma in the air? As I waited, I stared out at the dark Arizona countryside. Everything was beautiful and quiet. Life had definitely changed for the better despite what the evening might bring. I was still both shocked and pissed that Mike had shown up at the mall. Had he been following me? If so, how had he found me? Maybe he tracked the car to Zane’s and then traced my movements from there. Zane’s mysterious killed seemed to be doing the same thing.

  The coffee finished, and I poured a dark cup, filling the simmering darkness with too much sugar. I hated the taste of Coffee but needed the kick in the mornings. The overabundance of sugar fixed the taste problem. I placed my hands around the cup, and my skin warmed.

  I wrapped my robe and tied it off before taking my cup outside the pool and the fresh, crisp Arizona air. In the distance, something howled. In the closer distance, back behind the wall, something scampered across the ground. I was thankful I couldn't see what it was. Creepy crawlers gave me the chills.

  Zane had warned me to stay by his side for the rest of the night and all day the following day. He had no idea what the killer or Bain might pull.

  “Will he attack the compound?” I’d asked.

  Zane had no doubts about Bain’s plans. “He’ll clear the streets and make sure the businesses are closed. He’ll also create a diversion elsewhere to keep the police occupied. The assault will only take a few minutes. In those few minutes, most everyone on one side or the other will be dead.”

  I didn’t ask any more questions after that. I placed my hands on his chest, and he pulled me close. We fell asleep with him holding me.

  I needed to call my mom and dad again. I needed to say I love you and tell them they were missed. On Sundays, I was used to stopping by during the day to have lunch without Mike. It was more to ruin the conversation. He was always more worried about the amount of money they were leaving us when they died. His parents had practically disowned him because he cleaned out their account before we were married. I should have known then. We don’t always make the right choice the first time around.

  Something moved again outside the wall, and I hugged my arms around my waist. I then wondered if a mountain lion or wolf could scale the wall. I decided they probably could and then grabbed my cup to leave.

  “Move, and you’ll get a bullet to the head,” a man behind me said.

  I sat the cup down and froze. I’d heard the voice before but couldn’t quite place it with a face. But there could have only been one place. “What the fuck do you want?” I asked defiantly.

  “For you to fucking whisper little lady. And if you even think about waking Zane, I’ll put a bullet in your head and then one in his when he walks out here. You and I have a score to settle.”

  “He’ll hunt you down,” I said.

  “Will he now?” the man said. “He’s a big mother fucker, but not even he can stop a bullet. Now get your little cunt up out of the chair nice and slow.”

  I did as the man asked, not looking at him but glancing at the house. I hoped Zane would wake up and rescue me, but then I knew if he tried, we would both be dead. Neither of us needed that. Go along with this man and seize an opportunity when it came, I told myself.

  “We’re going to take a little trip through that gate and out front where I have a car waiting. You so much as twitch, and this all ends with your life.”

  I nodded and started through the gate and to the waiting car, a Honda Civic. Zane had mentioned a neighbor across from where Claire McCaskill was killed said he saw a Honda Civic at the house. With a gun pointed at my head, I climbed into the passenger seat and watched the man walk around the car. It was not the right time to act. He could still put a couple of bullets into me before I managed to so much as move.

  He climbed in with the gun still pointed at me, and we quietly left the place I doubted I would ever see again.

  “You shacking up with that asshole was the biggest mistake of your life, Miss Little Sweet ass.”

  “The club will find you,” I said. “One of the clubs will. You and I both know what’s going to happen when they do.”

  “Nobody’s going to find shit. I’ve covered my tracks.”

  I was getting under his skin. “Zane thinks he knows who has been doing the killing. Looks like he was sort of right.”

  “That asshole is partly responsible,” he said. “He should have stayed away, and maybe none of this would have started happening again.”

  “You’re blaming him for you killing?” I chuckled.

  “Him and the club. Neither treated me right.”

  “You have really made a mistake,” I said calmly. “There’s no way you make it through this.”

  “That’s why you don’t fuck with a man who has nothing to lose.”

  “Does Trucker know about this? Does he know what you’ve been doing? Can you even imagine the disappointment he will feel when he finds out you killed his sister? You don’t even have to worry about Bain or Zane. Trucker will take good care of you.”

  “You can shut the fuck up now,” he said.

  “So, what happens now? You’re going to take me somewhere and rape me. Kill me and leave me for them to find?” I started to make a move, but he raised the gun toward my face. His eyes were bloodshot and watery. The vein in his temple pulsed.

  Moments later, we turned off the highway and into the parking lot of a place I’d been before. “Why here?” I asked.

  “Because it started here, and it might as well end here. Now get the fuck out of the car, and let's get this over with. And befor
e you try any shit with me, you need to remember Zane will be next, if you fuck this up.”

  I slowly got out of the car and considered running. I could see a few businesses down the street, but at five in the morning, none of them were open. I had to see this through until I found a way to stop it.

  He walked me to the door and pulled a key from his pocket. He opened the door, and the alarm sounded. To my amazement, he entered the building and the alarm silenced.

  “Now, bring your ass inside.”

  I did as I was told, and when he turned the light on, I understood how he had been able to access the warehouse.

  Zane told me about Manny Alvarez, his best employee. I guessed that was him lying dead on the floor.

  “I think you know where we are going,” he said. “Keep your ass moving.”

  “You don’t have to do this,” I said. I was beginning to think there was no way in hell I was going to make it out alive. I trembled and rubbed my shoulders, my bare feet cold against the concrete floor. I thought about Zane and wondered if he’d woken up yet and found me gone. He would walk out to the pool and see my coffee cup. He would know then that something was terribly wrong.

  “There’s a lot of things I don’t have to do that I do anyway,” he said. “So, tell me about this guy Mike. He really likes to manhandle you, doesn’t he.”

  I stopped and turned. He raised the gun. “You were at the mall,” I said. “The man who laughed behind me.”

  “I think Mike wasn’t a big fan of you running away. Does Zane know you’re still married to that asshole?”

  “I’m not still married to that asshole.” I crossed my arms, and he rubbed his ear. He was becoming nervous.

  “I heard him say he didn’t sign the papers. You are still married. You should know that Zane is a man of standards, so when he finds out you’re still married, he is going to kick your sweet ass out to the curb. But of course, that’s not going to happen either.” He waved the gun at me. “Keep moving. You know where we’re going.”

  I followed one of the aisles to the back of the warehouse and entered the office.

  “Turn on the fucking light.”

  I did, and he shoved me in the back.

  “Please don’t do this,” I said calmly. My father had always taught me when in crisis, keep your head about you. It would be the only way to survive the said crisis. “I’m sure Zane would pay you.”

  “I don’t want that assholes money. I want his pussy round two. That’s you.”

  I opened the door to the private bedroom and entered. The door closed behind me, and I knew it was only a matter of time. I needed to make a move soon.

  “Take the robe off,” he said. “I want to see what you’ve got hidden.”

  Still facing away, I untied the robe and let it drop to the floor.

  He chuckled. “I hit fucking gold this time. That’s a sweet ass you have.” I heard something touch the desk, and I hoped he'd laid the gun down. “Turn and let me see your young cunt.”

  I turned, regretting having gone to bed naked. “Is this how you get laid?” I asked. He had laid the gun on the desk, but it wasn’t the right time. He could still grab it and put a bullet in me before I had a chance to rake his eyeballs out.

  “You should stop talking,” he said. “Shit like that will get you killed.”

  “You’re going to kill me anyway,” I said. “I might as well tell you just how fucked up you are.”

  He grabbed the gun again. “Get on the fucking bed.” He waved the weapon at me, Mr. Thug being a badass to a woman.

  I crawled onto the bed.

  “All fours,” he demanded.

  I moved to all fours and turned and watched him. With the gun in his left hand, he used his right hand to remove his belt. Zane had told me the women were choked to death with a belt while they were being fucked.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I spread my legs. A plan was growing in my head. I felt cold steel press between my ass.

  “You’re going to hold still, or I'm going to put more than just my dick in your ass.”

  I looked up to watch the belt come down over my head. I was not going to die the way those other women had died. I was not Amanda or the others.

  When the belt tightened around my neck, I felt the cold steel leave my ass. Then I made my move, sending my heel back into his chest.

  Two loud thuds filled the room. The first was my foot hitting him square in the chest. The second was him hitting the floor. I also heard the gun scatter across the floor.

  My father had also told me never to let an opportunity pass you by. The belt still around my neck; I quickly climbed from the bed and swung my foot between his legs. He cried out and amazingly found his way to his feet, grabbing for the end of the belt. I pulled away and looked for the gun in the darkness. I almost made it out the door, but a sudden tug on the belt brought me back inside the bedroom.

  He’d recovered enough to put up a good fight. “You fucking skank!”

  “You fucking pervert,” I said. “You fucked with the wrong woman.”

  He glanced away, looking for the gun. When he looked back at me, his eyes were wide with shock. My fist landed square between his lips, knocking him back against the wall, my hand splitting open from being used once again to punch a bitch.

  I quickly charged forward, and he raised his hand to block the heel of my foot. In doing so, he was able to grab my ankle and drag me to the floor.

  I kicked at him again with my free foot, his screams making him sound like a scared little bitch. He wasn’t so tough anymore.

  “I’m going to fucking kill you, you little whore.”

  I hated being called names. Words like whore and cunt were made up by men with mommy issues. Men who had tiny dicks and tiny brains. They were words for the less educated and needed a response; only the less educated could understand.

  I stopped kicking, and he took that opportunity to take a breath. I took it as an opportunity to punch him in the nose.

  The bone crunched against my fingers. I was amazed that I even had that kind of strength. When he fell face-first to the floor, I got up, and ran from the room, the belt still around my neck. I made it through the warehouse, but when I got outside, I realized my problem. I had nowhere to go.

  “Fucking bitch! You’re fucking dead!”

  I heard things crash to the floor inside the warehouse. He was staggering down the aisles. I still had time. Seeing headlights coming down the road, I raced across the parking lot and stood on the yellow lines separating the highway. The car came to a slow stop. I looked back at the warehouse and saw him stumble through the doorway.

  “You okay,” the man in the car asked.

  Wasn’t the answer obvious? A naked woman with a belt around her neck, standing in the middle of the road. “Please help me!”

  He looked around me and saw the man coming at me from the warehouse. “Get in!”

  I raced around the car and jumped in, slumping in the seat as we sped away. The last word I heard the man say was cunt. He would pay.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  The Killer

  I stood in the middle of the road like a dumbass. “You fucking bitch!”

  The taillights disappeared into the darkness, and I knew right then I was screwed. There was no sense in running back to the piece of shit Honda Civic to try chase after her. My ass was toast. She would get back to Zane, and he would go ballistic for the second time since finding out she was missing.

  But I still had the upper hand. Bain wouldn’t believe him for shit that I was the killer. Besides, he didn’t have me to hand over. Bain would think Zane was trying to buy time. I just had to keep myself hidden until around nine, after the war at Hell’s Justice had ended.

  I stumbled back to the car and drove off in the opposite direction. I glanced in the mirror to find my two front teeth bloodied. One had been chipped. My entire mouth tasted of iron. I looked as if I’d fed like a fucking vampire. The fucking whore had cl
ocked me a good one, right in the kisser. I should have known Zane to date some MMA bitch wanna be.

  I lowered my window and let the fresh air hit me in the face. I needed to think. Under my bed, in a lunch box, was ten-grand. I had another ten in the bank under a fake name. Twenty-grand would get me into Mexico and as far as Mexico City. From there, I’d head on down to Central America and find work. The authorities wouldn’t be looking for me because the clubs would want a shot before the law had a chance. It was just a matter of navigating around where club members hung out. It sounded easy enough.

  I also had passports ready to go. I could use a couple of different names, but a hundred-dollar bill and my real name would get me across the border with no questions. Of course, I’d have to avoid the Aztecs. Death by the Aztecs was far worse than anything a club in the U.S. would ever do.

  It was all about timing. I had to get to my place before the shock wore off Zane. I wasn’t sure he’d call Hell’s Justice. Again, he’d want the first crack at my ass. Call Bain? I doubted that as well because, once again, Zane would want the first shot at me. I figured I had a good hour before Zane arrived at my place.

  As I entered the city, I slowed to the speed limit and constantly glanced in my rearview mirror. I’d fucked it up pretty good, but I had no misconceptions about seeing my plans all the way through. How often did the best of intentions ever really pan out?

  I slowed even more, when I entered my neighborhood. The bitch had probably told Zane about the shitty little Honda Civic so that anyone could be looking for it. I parked one street over from my house and cut through a back yard where I had to climb a chain-link fence to my house. If I’d had a dog, it would have torn into me, walking into the backyard all bloody like I did.

  I sat on the back steps a moment to gather myself. I spat a clump of blood on the ground, and one of my fucking front teeth went with it. I was going to walk around looking like Samantha. The bitch really got me. I shook my head and chuckled.