The Butcher of the Bay: Part I (Mounts Bay Saga Book 1)

by J Bree

  I could shoot the little fuck, take him down and drag him back into the basement to finish the fucker off but the fact he's sitting there has me hesitating. What if Harbin was wrong and half the MC is about to show up?

  Well, that and the fact he offered to help Odie out.

  That gets him brownie points.

  Don't know if he was just saying it to get her to lower the gun but the fact he thought of it… it has me hesitating.

  "I ain't helping you, I'm not a fucking snitch." he says, and turns away from me to stare out at the water.

  What the fuck does that even mean? I huff at him and unlock my car, the beep loud through the quiet street.

  "Are you going to come after my brother again? Take him out to get what you need?"

  I glance back to make sure Odie and the kid don't step out of the house while this idiot is around. If he pulls his piece out and aims it at her... well, I don't want her seeing what I'll do to him. "It was a job. I got it done without you squealing so it's over. Don't hold a fucking grudge, boy, because I'll skin you alive if I see you again. And if you bring your daddy down here I’ll level the Mounts Bay entirely to the fucking ground if I have to.“

  Colt nods and looks back out over the water. The fuck is he doing? I grab my phone, ready to call in for backup when he turns back to face me again. "Don't take your old lady to this fight tonight. It ain't the place for her. I come from a world of an eye for an eye, you feel me? She coulda put a hole in me, I wasn’t thinking right when I walked up those stairs. Yet she just told me to get out and you didn’t come looking.”

  Well, fuck me. “I put you downstairs, man. Are you expecting me to believe you’re going to let that go?”

  He adjusts his cut, rolling his shoulders back. “You weren’t there for me though, were you? You wanted Chance. Sounds like something happened to me that was meant for him, I don’t need to hold a grudge for that, ‘specially not when he sent me in his place, knowing you were there to grab him.”

  Right.

  I’ll have to double check Roxas’s sources but, fuck me, that’s a sibling squabble I want no part in.

  I nod slowly. "I hear you but this sounds an awful lot like snitching to me."

  He grins and shakes his head. "Nah. Snitching means saying something to you that would betray loyalties. There's nothing about what's going down tonight that I want any part in. Not everything in the Demons is about brotherhood. Some of it is about an old man who's fucking crazy and the men that follow him."

  I nod again, because that’s the fucking stone cold truth right there and something to remember later, in case I ever need to take the Demons out. I can't think of any reason I'd want to haul my ass out to Texas to deal with Grimm but it's good to know his son might be swayed. You should always take note of who might switch teams because the one they’re on is rotten to the core.

  He nods back at me slowly, kicks his bike to life, and leaves without another word.

  The Bay never gets fucking old.

  Lips has brought her a dress that almost takes me to my knees in it’s perfection. Red and tight, it touches on all of my favorite parts of her and scoops down to show so much cleavage I want to bury my face in it. My mouth waters at the very idea of getting her out of it. The heels she’s in means she’s almost perfectly at my height, I only have to dip a little to kiss those perfect lips of hers. Lips pretends to gag at us when she sees the face I pull and I ruffle her hair like she really is my annoying kid sister. I get the kid back to the group home safely and then I take Odie out to the suburbs.

  Once we’re on the road I tell her, “We’re making a quick stop off first, baby. I need to show you something.”

  She watches the entire city go past the window like she’s memorizing it all. I find myself thinking about what parts she’s picking out to paint later, just to see if I’m right. Sometimes we pick out the same parts of our nights that mean something, sometimes she finds the smallest details that pass me by entirely.

  I hope she doesn’t paint the house we’re going to.

  She laid her heart out for me the other night, laid out all the little shadowy parts she was broken over, so it’s only fair I give her the same.

  It’s time she knows how it is that the Butcher came to be.

  I pull up, parking across the street and she doesn’t make a move to get out. She looks out at the house while I send a quick text out to the only other people I trust in the world right now about my little visitor. I don’t need any of them being taken down in whatever is being planned. If they choose to try to save others… that’s on them.

  Everything I care about is in this car right now.

  “That was your house? When you were a child? The photo of your mom was here.” She murmurs and I take her hand.

  “My father was a bit like yours. Thought too much of himself, too little of the rest of his family. I think he loved us, however he could, but it wasn’t enough to put us first. Nah, his gambling always came first. He loved putting money on the fights.”

  She is looking out of the window still, but her hand comes out and takes mine. It’s so fucking small and delicate in mine, all fragile bones and smooth skin. Fuck, I’m so obsessed with this damn girl.

  “He got in over his head, like all men do. Lost his business, lost the house… eventually he lost my mom too. The Twelve, they’re the main criminal organization down here, the bookie hacked my mom to pieces. Sent her to my father in a box. He knew I was next so he sent me to a group home… like foster care. The place is infamous here. They don’t feed the kids properly, they don’t force them to go to school, the entire place is corrupt. I waited there for my dad to come back. He never did. I learned there how to fight, I was bigger than the other kids. Eventually I was recruited by a local gang to help out with a big job… only the guy in charge was that same member of the Twelve. The guy who killed my mom.”

  Her hand squeezes mine so tightly. I can’t look at her or the house, it’s too fucking raw, even all these years later.

  “I remember exactly how my father used to cut apart whole carcasses. He was a real butcher, you know? He would talk me through the entire process, name each cut as he went. I was only a fucking kid but he thought some day he’d be handing the business over to me. All he did was pass on the skills that have made me the biggest threat on the streets here.”

  Her thumb strokes over the scars on the back of my hands. “You killed the man who killed your mom?” She murmurs, low and sweet.

  I scoff. “I killed the entire crew. I had to, or at least I thought I did. The Twelve live by a code, they work together to run the Bay’s underworlds. If someone takes one of them out the others are obligated to deal with it. So I got rid of all of the witnesses when I killed the Adder. They figured it out eventually but when the Barracuda came after me I killed him too. The rest of them figured out I wasn’t going down easy and cut me a deal. They would leave me alone, give me work, pretend I hadn’t taken them down to the Ten, and I’d leave them the fuck alone.”

  She nods and smiles at me. “Thank you for telling me. Is that why Lips is known as the Wolf? Is she… one of those people?”

  I start the car again, getting out of this place would be for the best right now. “Yeah. The kid did what she had to do to survive. I don’t blame her at all. She’s a good person.”

  My girl smiles and nods again. “She’s lovely. She has helped me so much. Is there… something we can do for her? Isn’t she at that awful home now too?”

  Yup, she’s starving there with the other poor fucking souls. “She’s a little jumpy about it. I’ll do what I can. I promise, baby. Fuck, let’s go get that food and forget about this shit.”

  She grins at me, her face lighting up. “Are you going to wine and dine me?”

  I have the perfect place. “Of course. Let your man take care of you, baby girl.”

  She grins and stares at her hands, all coy and shit until I’m trying to adjust myself in my seat.

  I take
her to the nicer side of the city to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall restaurant I called earlier and made the reservation too. Okay, fine, I called them and gave them the lowdown on how important this night is for me and just how bloody I will make their deaths if Odie so much as frowns at her plate.

  They pissed themselves, but they agreed, so it should be a great night.

  I open my girl’s door for her and then tuck her under my arm to walk her in, getting a fucking great view of her tits in that dress. Fuck me, the kid was trying to kill me with this thing. I wonder quietly to myself where the fuck she got it.

  I owe her.

  Big time.

  We’re seated in the corner booth like I told them too, so I can see exactly what’s happening in the room and we don’t get jumped by some lowlife fucking gangsters.

  Odie blushes beautifully as I help her into her seat and I call the waiter over to get us drinks straight away. I want Odie comfortable and relaxed, not drunk, so I get her a glass of wine for now so she enjoys the meal.

  There’s hardly anyone else here, but the few couples that are keep fucking staring.

  When my girl squirms in her seat and picks at the neckline of the dress I lean forward and say, “Baby girl, we both know it’s me they’re staring at. It’s human instinct when there’s a monster in the room.”

  She giggles and drops her hand away. “If only they knew, mon monstre, what you could really do to them, hm?”

  I’m fucking obsessed this woman.

  I can’t wait to worship her.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Odie

  Mon monstre drinks water the entire night.

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen him have dinner without at least a beer, and butterflies start in my stomach. I don’t know… exactly how far I will be able to go with him if he wants to be intimate but I want to at least try.

  I know that sex can be wonderful. Louis wasn’t a particularly passionate lover, but he always made sure I enjoyed myself and that I was comfortable so I know it’s not all pain and humiliation but there’s something holding me back still.

  I don’t want it to though.

  I want to be with him and feel the worship on my body that he gives me with his eyes.

  He drives us home, his hand clasped firmly in mine, and murmurs low stories to me the entire way about the pieces of his city that he loves. This may be hell on Earth but it’s also his home, the place he has spent his life and carved out his own place in it. I find myself loving it too.

  When he parks the car the flutters in my stomach only grow, my heart starting to beat harder and my nipples tightening so they’re clearly visible though the thin fabric of the dress. His eyes drop down at the sight and when he bites his bottom lip I groan, my head tipping back and the heavy lust in the air drowning me.

  I want him.

  Something from him.

  “Baby girl, I want you to know you can say no at any time. But I want to take you upstairs and take that fucking incredible dress off of you. I want to see every inch of you and then taste it. I want you to feel owned by me the same way I feel owned by you.”

  I clear my throat, swallowing around the dryness. “I would like that very much. I think I’m ready to beg now… if that’s what you would like.”

  A rumble lets out of his chest, like he’s more beast than man right now. He gets out of the car faster than I ever thought possible and before I have the chance to get more than my seatbelt unbuckled he tears my door open, reaching for me and lifting me out as if I weigh nothing.

  I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck and I bury my face into the crook of his neck for a second, breathing him in and steadying myself with his scent. I feel at home in that smell, safe and cherished.

  “Gimme those lips, baby girl, I’m a starving man.”

  His kiss is like a brand, the only one I’ll ever crave, and I wind my fingers into his hair to tug at it. I wasn’t expecting to want him this much. It hadn’t ever felt like this before, this desperate and frantic. It was always a civilized act, even though I was hiding the relationship from my father, it was never this way.

  I want to breathe him in until he’s all I’ll ever know.

  “Fuck, baby, I gotta get you up these stairs and in our bed right the fuck now.” He groans into my lips, but when I try to unwind my legs from his waist he grunts and hitches them back up.

  “Don’t even think about moving, baby. It’s my job to get you up there and it’s your job to keep kissing me until I’m fucking dying for you.”

  I can do that.

  It takes him three tries to get up the stairs and two tries to get the door open, alarm reset, and the door locked behind us again. He’s extra careful with it, even with the distraction and I’m thankful.

  I think I’d die if we got interrupted like this.

  This moment and this intimacy is for us only, any other people around would poison it. Mon monstre and I, we’re cut from the same cloth. We bleed the same way, loyalty and fire and blood. It’s all we know and no one else can come close.

  He finally sets me down in the middle of the bedroom and shrugs out of his jacket, throwing it down on the floor. He never leaves a mess, he’s meticulous in his upkeep of the house, and my eyes are glued at the sight of it there for a second.

  “You still with me, baby?” He murmurs, and I startle away to meet his eyes again.

  “Of course, mon monstre. I just… never mind. I’m with you.” My voice is like a croak, desperate and parched.

  He grins at me, that slow and easy thing, and he runs his hands over the waist of my dress, feeling the fabric and stroking me gently. I don’t catch on to what he’s doing until he turns me, finding the zipper and dragging it down my back.

  My heart leaps into my throat but the panic doesn’t set in, just the nervousness of being with someone for the first time. He pushes the dress away from my shoulders, skimming it down my body until I’m left in only the lingerie I’d picked out for the night. Lips was kind enough to bring over what I needed and when Illi sucks in a breath sharply at the sight of me from behind I’m thankful I thought ahead.

  The red lace is stark against my pale skin, the sheer fabric leaving nothing to the imagination while also hiding just enough. His hands are gentle enough as he reaches out to stroke my ass but then he gets in a squeeze and groans like a dying man.

  It feels amazing.

  He slowly turns me back around and groans when he sees the matching sheer lace of the bra, my nipples dusky and tight and begging for his attention. He doesn’t once look at the healed scars, still a little too pink to be completely ignored. He just runs his hands up my curves until he is cupping my breasts, kneading them gently. They fill his hands completely, I’ve never been small or model thin, and there isn’t any disappointment to be found on his face.

  “Lay down, baby girl. Let your man take care of you.”

  A shiver runs up my spine as I back slowly away from him to the bed, sitting down when the backs of my knees hit it. He kicks out of his boots and then reaches up over his head to pull his shirt off, the muscles in his torso flexing invitingly. He parts my legs without me thinking, the lace between them growing wet. I’ve never been so turned on, and at the mere sight of him I’m turning into a puddle.

  “Fuck yes, baby, gimme those eyes of yours.” He murmurs, and I look back up to him. He unbuckles his pants, dropping them to the ground and stepping out of them. His boxers do nothing to hide his erection, the thick length of him straining against the fabric. Something close to fear pools in my stomach but I swallow it away.

  Fear has no place here.

  He plucks at the waistband and says, “I’m gonna leave these on for now, baby girl. We’ll see how we go. Now lie back, there’s a good girl, just like that.”

  I move at his every command, nothing ever too much for me to give him. He covers me with his body to kiss me again, his hand cupping my chin and moving me as he wants me. He sucks his way down my throat t
o my chest, rasping his teeth over my nipples through the lace until I’m squirming underneath him, my hands digging into his hair and tugging at it.

  “There’s the fire I know you have, baby, gimme it all.”

  I struggle to breathe as he tugs the lace cups away from the fleshy mounds, sucking and biting like a man possessed. My hips start to move and gyrate under him, pressing up against the hardness on his stomach. I’m so wet he must be able to feel it through the lace, my arousal for him all-consuming until I’m a shaking mess.

  Finally, he kisses his way down my stomach until he’s comfortable between my legs, staring at my lace-covered pussy like it holds all of the secrets of the universe. I blush a little but I’m shaking and breathing too hard to care.

  He sits up to gently slide my panties down my legs and leave my pussy bare for him. My heart stutters at the molten look in his eyes as he slides his palm back and forth, his fingers fluttering over my clit in a teasing touch as they pass by. I can’t think beyond his touch.

  “This is mine. I’m not like those men that took from you, I’m not going to hurt you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t own this. I’m going to treat this pussy so good you’ll never fucking regret being mine.”

  I already know I won’t ever regret it.

  He gives me one last look, waiting until I croak out a desperate, “Please.”

  Then he buries his face between my legs, licking and sucking until I feel my entire being break apart and come together again, a new and better woman.

  When the feelings finally pass, I expect him to get up, to pull his boxers off and to push himself inside me, but he only grins at me and then pulls my legs until they’re wrapped firmly around his neck.

  I’ve never come more than once during sex.

  I come four times before he finally climbs back up my body, his mouth wet with my arousal, and a grin so wide on his face you’d think it was him who had just orgasmed his brains out of his head.