The Deadliest Secret (The Deadliest Series) (26 page)

             
He thrust into her with the might of several men, she whimpered and his hand left her mouth and went to her throat, apparently she needed to be taught a lesson in silence. While her cream started to coat his cock his hand tightened around her throat, again this freak liked it. She pushed back harder on his cock. She did surprise him, the thought of death only intensified. Her pussy was squeezing him like a vice and fluttering, she came undone hard, and she panted and lay against the wall. He dug his fingers into her hips and kept pushing until his cock tingled and balls tightened. He pulled out and started to spurt all over Honor’s bare ass, he smacked her ass as soon as he was done he was back to himself, less itchy. He could wait longer to get his fix.

             
“Go get me a beer and a fucking towel, I need to get your cum off my cock.” He barked the order, immediately Honor went to get the items he requested, when she returned he grabbed her throat again, she seemed to quiver and want it more.

             
“Next time I’m taking your ass.” He promised.

             
“Mmm, yes daddy.” She wiggled her ass and sauntered back inside to her room.

             
Kody stayed on the balcony and lit a cigarette; he looked at his watch again. He still had time to spare. He zipped his jeans back up and chilled out until Gwen came back to grab him.

             
Gwen was a giving partner, just not enough. Kody was a red blooded man and needed more than she could give due to her constantly busy school schedule and her aiming for honors she didn’t have enough time to supply. He was taking her out to figure out exactly how much further she was going and to figure out if he wanted to continue to see her.

             
That night he took her to a club in downtown Seattle for drinks and dancing. Her body was svelte and tight she knew how to use her assets on him. Her ass was in his lap and there was not even an inch between their bodies. She was a livewire that he could not let go of. Kody reached forward and wrapped his arms around his woman, there was another looking at her and he was daring the man to try while he was around, he would not know what he messed with. Kody’s hand traveled between Gwen’s thighs and his finger slid between the panties searching out her sex, she was more than ready for what he wanted to give her. He would not be staying at the club much longer, he wanted to take advantage of this. He shuddered at the warm fluid that had met his hand.

             
“Let’s go now.” He ordered her, he was used to getting his way, and she was the perfect amount of submissive for him.

             
She nodded and Kody nearly took her arm out of the socket. He was overly aroused and would be taking it out on her body. They went back to the car, the valet looked at them as if he knew the intentions of the young couple. Gwen’s back was to the valet; she was curled against Kody’s chest, right where she belonged. Her hands roamed his toned back. Her light touch was different than Honor’s professional touch. She would be dropping out of college soon to become part of the stable.

             
Kody had business relationships with many undesirable men of the underbelly. He did get a percentage of women he brought into the stable and Honor would be a moneymaker for them. She was into anything and everything you could think of. The bitch even liked to be choked when they fucked. Gwen’s lips found their way to Kody’s neck and he rumbled deep in his chest. Gwen wouldn’t have the same fate. She was too smart, but not too smart to avoid a man like him. Hell Gwen loved him.

             
His hands stopped moving, as if he had an epiphany. Gwen loved him. Hell she would marry him if he asked her to. Kody looked down at her mussed blonde hair. She was a good lay so he gave the thought merit. He could imagine waking up with her, but if she found out what he did she would never love him like she does. Maybe if they introduced it slow to her. Maybe if she saw a deal or two and Kody explained what it was for she would understand. Hell Gwen was black and white, right and wrong. Drugs and muscle for the mob were definitely on the wrong side of what she wanted to be.

             
The thoughts stopped when the valet brought the car, Kody helped Gwen into the car and had to speak to the valet, that was his target to get a message through to tonight. The boy bet money he couldn’t front on the last football game, silly boy. Kody grabbed his shoulder and his fingers dug into the guy’s shoulder, the kid visibly cringed and looked like the force was going to send him to the ground.

             
“The boss wants his money, you have one week or I come back without my lady friend and I make you my new bitch.”

             
Kody’s eyes were cold on the other male, he released the grip and the other man began to stumble over his words, Kody couldn’t understand the random syllables.

             
“Shhh, you have a week, I don’t give a fuck about your excuses. I also don’t give a fuck what you would leave behind if I got off my leash. You make the payment, plus twenty percent or shit goes down hill car boy.”

             
With those last words Kody walked away from the trembling male. He could tell the other man knew he fucked up. Kody got into the car with Gwen and pulled out his notepad, Gwen had never looked at it even though he could see the curiosity burning behind her eyes. Kody found the page with the valet’s name on it, Geo Lousen, he wrote the warning he delivered, the percentage and quickly calculated the total that the boss could expect from the bumbling idiot. People and their idiocy kept Kody in work.

             
Kody reached over between Gwen’s thighs and pressed his fingers hard against her clit.

             
“Panties off now.”

             
The words were simple but a beautiful shudder came from Gwen. While she removed her panties Kody began to drive towards his place. Honor had been getting jealous lately that she never was able to go out with him and Kody took Gwen everywhere. Obviously Gwen was better arm candy for him and his station, Honor was a notorious whore. He wanted the respect that came with a good woman. His fingers plunged deep into Gwen and her scent filled the car. Kody almost swerved off the road; instead he sped up to reach his place. He knew one of the two women he would have to give up, which would it be? Sweet, sultry Gwen who earned him respect from people, or Honor who would suck his dick like a Hoover? Hell, he knew he couldn’t keep both forever, they were fucking roommates shit was bound to hit the fan. One thing was for sure, that night he was going to have both of them which was only going to make his decision concerning both women that much harder.

Chapter twenty

Another day with his torture, Kody had been listening to the voice. His mind had remembered every word Gwen ever spoke to him. The voice was just how he recalled it from college. He could envision her lips caressing each syllable. Gwen’s lips were the most perfect he had ever embraced. He began to salivate just thinking about the beautiful pink oral cavity. He began to talk to the voice.

             
“Come to me.” The voice commanded him.

             
“Yes my angel.” He answered and closed his eyes; he could see every curve of her body floating above him and instantly he yearned to touch her.

             
“You have been failing me.” Her voice sounded pained when she spoke the words to him.

             
“Forgive me baby I have been locked away, I haven’t been able to exact revenge for your honor.” Kody reached to stroke the vision’s hair.

             
“You must fight harder, you need to protect me.” She continued to speak.

             
“Tell me how to do it, please.”

             
“You need to kill him, how is up to you. I need his blood on your hands.” The vision disappeared after the last word.

             
Kody tried to grab her to force her to stay but she was like smoke and his hands went straight through her body and grabbed nothing but air. 

             
“DAMNIT.” He snarled at the air.

             
The vision had come and gone several times while he was in solitary. How could it not be his Gwen reaching out to him on some astral level? He needed her and she needed him to do this for her. Kody’s will was strong and he knew he could do it; it was just a matter of getting to Ford. The prison had kept him in solitary for so long, he never had access to more than anyone’s wrists when they delivered his meager pittance of food.

             
Kody’s cock began to swell, the thought of violence and death made him hungry. The need coursed through him. Her voice was still ringing beautifully in her ears. The schedule was getting to him, no sound other than the dripping of a nearby faucet. Kody would sit and count the drips so he could tell some sort of time. He woke up drip, drip, drip. He ate his food. Drip, drip, drip. The only other sound was when the boots of the person bringing his food rang through the hallway; it was as distinct as a car crash to his ears. It was loud to the silence around him.

             
He roared his dismay again; the sudden noise deafened his own ears. They were not breaking him, he was breaking himself and that vision of Gwen was breaking him more. Kody would do anything for even just the vision. She was perfect. He flipped on the cot and wanted to draw but he was forbidden to have anything in the cell, this was torture. This was cruel and unusual, but that was because of Ford.  He began to bide his time, Kody flipped over again and began to pace again. When he got bored of the pace he began to punch the cement wall. He felt his knuckles break first, good; he needed to toughen himself up to take down the guard. Next the skin broke and the blood scent tickled his nostril and drove him further in his destruction. The blood smeared on the wall and the cement was undamaged but Kody was intense, his eyes remained on his target the wall, he pictured Ford’s smug face on the wall and his ferocity was lethal. He heard the distinctive snapping with each punch. The knuckles were broken; he could see the exposed nerves in the back of his hand. This pleased him to no end, soon his hand would be numb and painless, this would make it easier to deliver the force needed to obliterate Ford’s face and kill him just as the beautiful apparition asked of him.

              Could it be Friday yet? Gwen’s father was going to call Gwen and cancel the dinner while they were on the road up to the Seattle area home. He had a plan but he was still nervous. He thought back on the conversation he had with Steven that felt like it was already eons ago.

             
Although Torrian was a very confident man his palms were sweaty this Friday. He drove his mustang up with Gwen by his side to her parent’s home. The little box was safely hidden in his pocket. His mission tonight was to get Steven alone and ask the question that had been burning in his mind for the last few weeks. Hell this was fast; did he know it? Yes he did, but would he change a thing about it? Hell no. Torrian had always felt a tie to Gwen, and he always felt like he had some sort of claim on her since the day they became friends. He thought he had been friend-zoned until the day she finally accepted his offer for a date, since then he had been flying high and he never wanted to come back down. He knew this was the right decision.

             
As usual when they arrived Marie was in the kitchen and Gwen went to help her with the dinner. Steven and Torrian were left alone and Torrian felt his heart speed up. This was it. Steven was very intimidating if he wanted to be. His education enabled him to be shrewd when he evaluated someone. Torrian had felt the weight of the gaze the first time they met; it felt as if Torrian was being measured for a coffin. He very well could have been. Steven poured the usual whiskey into the usual glassware; it seemed to be a habit now. Steven handed Torrian the glass and Torrian had to force his hand to work to take the glass without shaking, and betraying his nerves.

             
Steven looked at Torrian’s hands as if he was crazy, his eyebrow rose in a silent question.

             
“I’m fine.” Torrian said.

             
“You sure son? You’re pretty pale. Need to sit?”

             
Yes sitting was good Torrian thought to himself. “Yes please, can we sit?”

             
“Lead the way son.”

             
The two went to the sitting room on the backside of the house, where they usually stayed until the women signaled dinner was ready and waiting for them. Steven comfortably rested in his LA-Z-Boy recliner and watched, waiting for Torrian to follow suit, but Torrian paced a little.

             
“Torrian you can sit. Why are you acting like you’ve ingested drugs?” He was still watching Torrian.