Preacher

by Erin Trejo

  Leaning in, I slowly suck the tip into my mouth. Preacher doesn’t go for that. Grabbing the back of my head with his free hand, he shoves his length all the way in and holds it there. I gag; spit dripping from the side of my mouth as he holds still. My eyes water, I can’t breathe. I try to pull away, but he holds on tighter. Just when I think I’m going to lose it, he pulls back, only to thrust back into me. His hips jerk roughly, slamming into my face. He’s fucking my face the way he did my body, and I feel humiliated. Each thrust of his hips causes me to gag. Then I feel him swell and growl as he releases. Hot spurts hit the back of my throat. I try to swallow only to gag. When Preacher pulls out of my mouth quickly, I lose it. I throw up on the floor at his feet. All the tears and sobs I was holding back rip from my chest. I double over trying to catch my breath as the smell of my own vomit makes me nauseous.

  “We leave in an hour. Wife.” The way he says it makes my skin crawl. The plan wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wanted to make sure that I would never have to marry anyone I didn’t want to. I figured if I could use Preacher as my escape that it would be an easy divorce later. Now I see just how wrong I was.

  15

  Preacher

  Anger doesn’t come close to what I feel. It’s beyond that. How the hell did I let some little five-foot nothing girl fuck me over this badly? She isn’t like us. She isn’t like her family either, but she is a conniving little bitch. This was her plan all along. I can feel it in my bones. She used me, and I was stupid enough to fall for it. Not anymore. She wants to be my wife? I’ll show her exactly what that feels like. I will break her will to hide from that other bastard. I will have her wishing she never stepped foot into my clubhouse after this.

  “Can we talk about this?” she asks from across the room. Another state, another hotel. I turn my angry glare in her direction and stare her down.

  “I don’t think there’s really anything to talk about, do you?”

  “Yes, there is. You don’t understand my position, Preacher.”

  “Oh, Mrs. Wallace, I do. I totally understand it,” I say using my, no, scratch that, our last name. She flinches at the word, but I smile. Fuck her. She did this shit to herself.

  “We can get an annulment,” she suggests, and I laugh out loud this time.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “What? Why not?”

  “Let me explain somethin’ to you. You fucked me over, Gaia. You put a big fuckin’ red target on my back for anyone in your family, includin’ your brother. Do you think that once they know about this, they won’t come after me? After you? Do you think that if your brother’s plan doesn’t pan out that Leonardo won’t come hunt you down?” My eyes stay locked with hers. She never thought that over. Clearly, she was being juvenile but now it’s my turn.

  “Enzo’s plan will work,” she says, not sounding so sure of that.

  “What’s the difference now? You tied yourself to me. You married me! You don’t know me, Gaia. You don’t know my life, you don’t know my past, and you sure as hell don’t know what it’s like to be mine but you’re gonna find out. And because of how you went about it, you’re gonna find out the hard way. Now, take all your clothes off,” I demand. She looks afraid and she should be. I’m done playing nice with her. She wants to fuck me over, then that’s the game we’ll play. “Now!” I roar louder this time. Gaia jolts but quickly starts taking her clothes off. Even though I’m pissed at her, I can’t stop the way my body responds to her. She’s fucking gorgeous, with curves my tongue knows by heart. When she’s completely naked, I stand up and pull my phone out. Walking over, I sit on the edge of the bed and dial Grave’s number with one hand and slowly slide my fingers up her thigh with the other.

  “Yeah?”

  “We got a situation that we need to talk about. Over the phone isn’t gonna do it,” I say, keeping my eyes on her. Slipping a finger inside of her, she’s already so wet for me. That does something else to my head. It fucks me harder.

  “What do you mean?” I pump my finger in and out of her as her lips part.

  “Shit happened. I don’t know what to tell you right now, brother.” Gaia’s mouth falls open, small whimpers escaping her lips. Fuck, I want to kiss those lips. I want to feel her warmth as it wraps around me, but I can’t. I can’t let her get away with what she’s done to me. Slipping another finger into her, she moans this time.

  “Fuck. Where are you? Can you make it back here? I’ll put the club on lockdown while you’re here,” Grave adds, sounding a little pissed about it too. Pissed hasn’t even hit him yet. Once he knows what she did, shit is going to fly. He’s not going to be happy and his wrath is going to be harder for her to swallow than mine.

  “Yeah, I can get back there. Probably take me two days,” I tell him before leaning down and running my tongue over her clit. She gasps and arches her back, pressing her pussy into my mouth. Fuck that tastes so damn good.

  “Fine. Get your ass back here and we’ll figure shit out.”

  “Got it,” I tell him before hitting the end button and tossing the phone over my shoulder. Dropping to my stomach between her parted thighs, I lick at her while pumping my fingers in and out. Her moans run straight to my cock. That’s not a good thing for me either. Nipping her clit between my lips, I angle my fingers just right. I can feel her so close to the edge.

  “Preacher!” She screams my name ready to come but that’s it. That’s all she’s getting from me. I pull my fingers out swiftly and let her clit pop free of my lips before shoving off the bed. “What the hell?” she yells in a strangled cry.

  “What? You think I was gonna let you come after what you did? Learn your place, wifey.” Her eyes fill with tears as I smirk at her. “Get yourself off. Touch yourself.” She shakes her head, but I raise an eyebrow to challenge her. I know she said she couldn’t get herself to come, and that’s exactly the type of punishment I want for her. “Do it,” I growl. She lowers her hand between her legs and starts rubbing herself. I grab a cigarette and light it up, leaning against the dresser as I enjoy the show. Each inhale of nicotine into my lungs seems to drive the anger in me. Why the hell would she do something so stupid? Does she really not give a fuck about what happens to me? To my club? All while we agreed to keep her ass safe. I’m beyond pissed. This feeling I have deep inside of me isn’t a good one.

  “Fuck,” she hisses and drops her head back. I smirk. She can’t do it. She really can’t get herself to come. She looks at me with a pleading look in her eyes, but I’m not going there. She isn’t getting what she wants from me.

  “Heard the shower head works wonders,” I tell her. She grunts and shoves herself up, grabbing her clothes.

  “You’re a fucking bastard.”

  “Yeah, and you’re a lyin’ little bitch. Guess we’re even.” My voice thunders through the room, no longer surprising her. I guess she’s getting used to the way things are going to work around here now. She might not want to because when we get home, I’m flipping that shit back to old-school style. I’m going to take a page out of Cash’s book and treat her just like a common whore. She isn’t going to be shit to me once we get there. Fair game for anyone and everyone.

  “Why are we going home? I thought it wasn’t safe to be in Chicago,” she asks, pulling her shirt back over her head. I almost miss seeing her tits on display.

  “Let’s set some ground rules, yeah?” She looks at me, a glint of hatred in her big brown eyes. It makes me smile. Little bitch.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Rule number one, there will be no fuckin’ me unless I want it,” I tell her. She narrows her eyes at me but doesn’t say anything else. “You’re my wife now, my responsibility. That means I will take care of you, but I will also treat you the way I see fit. When we get back to the clubhouse, you will follow my goddamn rules, or you will pay the consequences. You don’t fuckin’ speak to me unless I tell you to. You don’t look my goddamn way unless I give you that right.”

  “That’s bullshit!
” she screams, pulling her hair up on top of her head. I just smirk. That’s all I can do. She asked for this shit.

  “Is it? Try me, Gaia. I don’t like hurtin’ women, but you have pushed me past my breakin’ point, sweetheart. You stole things that weren’t yours to steal and now that you have placed yourself in the lion’s den, you will follow orders.” Each word comes out in the harshest of tones as I slowly make my way toward her. When I can reach out and touch her, I do. I wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her small body closer to me, leaning down to breathe in her scent.

  “Leave me alone, Preacher.”

  “Leave you alone? Oh, no darlin’. We’re one now. You have my last name. Let me correct that. You stole my last name. That means you’re mine in every fucked-up sense of the word.”

  “I’m not your old lady,” she reminds me. That fact hasn’t left my mind either. Not that I wouldn’t claim her, I would, but that’s different. Marriage doesn’t make her my old lady, not in our club anyway. That shit is special. That’s deeper than marriage. It’s sacred.

  “No, you’re not and you never will be. I can and will do what the fuck I want with who the fuck I want and there is nothin’ you can say about it. Do you understand me?” I squeeze a little harder to make my point. Her teary gaze burns a hole through me, and my chest physically aches. I shouldn’t fucking be doing this. I should annul this shit and turn her ass back over to Enzo to deal with, but is that really what I want?

  “I won’t sleep with you or have your cock in my mouth if I don’t know anything about the whores you’re sticking it in.” There it is. The defiance I knew was in her. The part I like most about her.

  “You don’t think so? Try me, Gaia. Try to deny me anything and see what I do to you. I will wreck you from the inside out. Not even your brother will recognize the girl he sees.” I think that threat was enough to make her listen. I let her neck go and turn around to head into the bathroom. Sobbing cries erupt out of her when I slam the door shut. Looking at myself in the mirror, I rest my hands on the counter. What am I doing? This isn’t me. This was never me, yet the anger at her betrayal has eaten me alive. I can’t stop myself from acting this way, and I don’t know that I really want to. I want to show her what it’s like in the real world. What it’s like to fuck with someone that you shouldn’t.

  “You’re fuckin’ yourself up,” I whisper to my reflection.

  16

  Gaia

  I feel degraded. I feel like I’m nothing but trash and that hurts. I’ve never had anyone aside from my father and Leo treat me this badly. I’ve tried to talk to Preacher but that glare in his eyes tells me to shut my mouth. We’ve been running for a month. A month of non-stop moving from one place to another. So when the sign welcoming us to Chicago comes into sight, I nearly sob. Not that I have anything to look forward to here. I don’t. At least not until I can talk to Enzo. I’ve messed up. My plan has been fucked from the moment I thought it up, and now I’ve dragged Preacher into the middle of it. The more I think about it, the worse I feel. I know he was sent to protect me and keep me safe and he has done that, but I ruined it. Pulling into the clubhouse, an uneasy feeling slips through me. There are guys standing guard at the gates with guns, not unlike at my father’s house. My eyes travel over them as we pull in.

  “Remember what I told you.” Preacher’s rough growl makes me jump. This new side of him is scary as hell, yet appealing in its own way. I thought I saw who he was but now I know I didn’t. Climbing out of the truck, I grab my bag as he grabs his. I follow him inside where he nods at a few guys. There are far more people here now than there were before. I scan the room for Silla, Loralai and Katrina but I don’t see them anywhere. The only thing I see is women half-dressed trying to catch a man’s attention. One of the girls rushes over, throwing her arms around Preacher’s neck, kissing his cheek like she hasn’t seen him in years. The thought of choking her out crosses my mind but when I see him reach around and squeeze her ass in his hand, I think better of it. He warned me, now I need to heed that warning.

  “Get in the office,” he tells me over his shoulder. I nod my head and walk toward the office when Psycho walks out. He stops and looks down at me, a strange look crossing his face. I can’t place it and I’m too tired to even try.

  “Preacher told me to go in the office,” I say softly. He nods and steps aside, allowing me in when I see Freak and Grave.

  “Hey darlin’. Take a seat. When Preacher gets in here, we’ll talk shit out, yeah?” Grave says, nodding toward a chair. They don’t know yet. Fuck, they don’t know! Just as I’m about to open my mouth, Preacher and Psycho walk back in. They all move to take their seats and a little part of me dies when Preacher sits across the table from me.

  “So, what the fuck is goin’ on that this needed to be discussed in person?” Grave asks, looking to Preacher but his eyes are locked on mine.

  “Why don’t you tell him, darlin’.” The way he says that makes me cringe. I knew he was going to make me do this. Fuck him. I won’t say shit. Instead, I cross my arms over my chest and glare back at him.

  “Oh, shit. It’s a showdown,” Freak chuckles.

  “The fuck is goin’ on, Preacher?” Grave asks once more.

  “I warned your little entitled ass about not listenin’ didn’t I?” Preacher’s eyes are nearly black, and I know pushing him right now isn’t the best idea. Tension fills the air when he moves. He’s around the table so quickly that I didn’t see him coming until I’m out of the chair and pinned to the wall. “You’re gonna answer every single one of his questions, aren’t you, Gaia?” he growls low in my face. My body heats, but I know he isn’t playing.

  “Oh shit!” Psycho laughs.

  “What the fuck? You fucked her!” Freak adds with his own laugh. A low whistle comes from one of them, but I can’t look away from Preacher.

  “Do what you’re told.” I nod my head slowly and he releases me going back to his seat. The guys all stare at me confused by what’s taking place. I move back slowly to my chair and sit.

  “If that little show is over, someone gonna tell us what the fuck is goin’ on?” Grave asks once more, looking between us.

  “I had a plan,” I say softly. I can feel all eyes on me now and it makes me squirm in my seat.

  “What plan? I thought the plan was to hide you until Enzo finished with whatever the fuck he was doin’,” Grave says, keeping his eyes on me. I look up and our gazes clash.

  “That was Enzo’s plan.”

  “Okay,” he says, running his hand over his face. “Then what was yours?”

  I lick my lips trying to ease the tension and fear that seeps into my bones. I feel so stupid telling them this. I don’t know why I did it to begin with. It was dumb.

  “I wanted to make sure that Leonardo never wanted me again. That if something happened to Enzo’s plan, I would still be safe from him.”

  “Okay. And?” Grave once again asks.

  “I-I got Preacher to sleep with me,” I admit. Soft chuckles erupt around the table. I look from man to man and see the smirks, all but Preacher that is.

  “Kinda figured that would happen. And if Preacher did fuck you that’s on him darlin’ and has nothin’ to do with this shit,” Freak adds now.

  “No. We’re missin’ somethin’,” Grave says after looking at his friend and back to me. “What am I missin’?”

  “I was a virgin. That was one rule that remained for all my life. I was to remain a virgin until I married.”

  “Fuck,” Psycho grunts. Preacher’s jaw remains locked firmly in place. He’s beyond pissed, and I know that.

  “Do you get what you did? If your dad finds out or Enzo? Fuck, Gaia!” Grave roars, shoving out of his chair. It falls to the floor with a thud and I curl into myself. Still, Preacher sits like a statue.

  “I wasn’t alone!” I scream. Grave slowly takes a breath and grabs his chair, righting it before sitting back in it.

  “You’re right. You both fuckin’ knew
what that shit would bring.”

  “No, fuck that shit! I didn’t know she was a virgin, Grave!” The first words out of Preacher’s mouth are loaded with hatred. Grave watches his friend before pulling his eyes back to mine.

  “You didn’t fuckin’ tell him?” I shake my head slowly, unsure of how to respond to this. I feel so stupid. “Fuckin’ Christ.”

  “Tell him the rest, Gaia,” Preacher urges.

  “Jesus Christ! There’s more?” Psycho looks between us. Freak leans back in his chair looking amused by all of this. Glad someone is.

  “We were in Vegas. Preacher was trying to help me… he was trying to show me what it was like to be free. To not have to worry about what my father or Enzo or anyone wanted from me.” Tears stream down my cheeks. “He took me out to the casinos just to have fun. We got drunk.”

  “I got drunk. Tell them!” His voice is dark as it thunders through the room. I swipe at the tears on my cheeks before I start once more.

  “I wasn’t as drunk as I let on. I tricked him into drinking more and when he was drunk enough, I took him to the little chapel.”

  “Fuck,” Freak curses under his breath.

  “Wait. You fuckin’ married her?” Grave rises from his chair once more, his gaze pinned on Preacher. In seconds, he’s around the table pulling his friend from his chair and slamming a fist into his face. Preacher doesn’t fight back. He should fight back, but he doesn’t.