Behind Blue Eyes (8 page)

“You are an extremely confident man.”

Pipe smiled with a nod; she had no idea how dominating he could be. He took his hand from her body and casually stood in front of her, pretending to wait patiently. In truth, she had about another minute and he was going to rip off her panties himself.

Slowly, seductively, she let her hands hitch into the waistband of her panties, which she played with, then teased him with a smile before sliding them down her legs.

He couldn’t help himself as he bent over and took one of her perky nipples in his mouth. She arched her back, closed her eyes and moaned. Her skin was so silky soft, as his mouth left her nipple and traced a line up to the nape of her neck.

His doubts about making a mistake had vanished and were long forgotten. He pinched her nipple hard and she let out a tiny scream. Pipe smiled again as he squeezed he whole breast and watched the ecstasy and pain jet to her face and linger there. He dropped his hand and slipped it suddenly between her legs, grabbing her pussy.

She sucked in her breath as she leaned forward slightly. He wanted to taste her, make her moan, feel her hot juices all over his hand, his face, but not before he felt her luscious mouth on his cock.

He gathered her hair up in his hands and ordered her to suck it as he pushed her down onto her knees. She obediently took his already hard cock in her wet mouth, and Pipe finally let himself moan out loud. He pushed her head forward until she was gagging on his hardness. He wanted her to take all of him. He knew that his length and size would be difficult but that made it more enjoyable.

“Good girl!” he said as he grabbed her head again and pushed her back down into the same position.

He slid himself in and out of her, rocking his hips back and forth as she sucked him down as best as she could while gasping for air. Then he stopped. He lifted her to her feet. Spit dripped down her face as he kissed her long and hard before pushing her down onto the sofa. He knelt down and kissed her. It was gentle, yet still domineering.

He sucked on her bottom lip as he cupped her pussy with his hand and glided his fingers over her clit before his fingers found her opening. Soon, she was wet and squirming against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers.

His mouth traced its way down her face to her succulent breasts then onto her stomach. The heat coming from between her legs was drawing him there for a much-needed taste. His lips replaced his finger on her clit and she rose up off the sofa, then back down again, as he began to suck her sweet spot. He felt her hand on the back of his head pushing him against her pussy.

For now he would allow her slight aggressive motion, but her punishment would be that he would not let her cum, at least not now. He shortened his time on her pussy, much to his own regret, before he climbed on top of her. He reached over her head and into the bowl of condoms on the table, grabbing one and putting it on before rubbing the head of his cock against her slick opening and pushing inside her.

He crushed his mouth against hers. They lasted a minute on the sofa before he pulled out and lifted her up and put her on the floor, flipping her over and bringing her to her knees doggy style. Her breasts hung down as she dug her fingers into the carpet when he rammed his cock into her tight cunt. He slapped her ass hard, over and over again with such force that her cheeks flamed red with his hand print.

Pipe roughly pulled both of her arms back behind her, pushing her forward, tits out, face down, ass up, constricting her by his sheer strength.  She cried out as he pounded himself harder and harder into her wet cunt. His balls slapped against her skin with every thrust as he fucked her pussy.

He rode her hard, and her cries engulfed the air as he felt her body spasm and squeeze down on his cock. She jerked and twitched as her orgasm ravished her, and it was enough to send him over the edge. He yelled out, came, then collapsed forward, pushing them both onto the floor. He rolled off and rested there. Then he flipped her over onto her back and kissed her, their tongues invading each other’s mouths as he wrapped his fingers into her curly hair.

“Thanks for the fuck!” he said and smirked as he let her go.

Ella swung over and poked him in the side. “Don’t be vulgar.”

“You said it was just fucking. I’m being polite by saying thank you!” Pipe took the condom off and laid it on the floor.

“Whatever! What’s your name?” She looked back at him as she reached for her dress.

“Pipe.”

“Don’t be an ass. Your real name, what is it?”

“I’ll tell you if we fuck again sometime,” Pipe laughed.

“Come on, I’m serious. What is it? Tell me so I won’t feel like such a whore.”

Pipe stood up. “It’s Patrick Delaney.”

Ella moved her head back in shock. “That’s a nice name, rugged and sexy. Why on earth would you call yourself Pipe?”

“You liked the pipe or else you wouldn’t have asked my name,” he said and cracked a smile.

She let out a long breath of air. “Whatever. Is my car ready, you think?” She stood up and slipped her dress back on.

“Yeah, it’s ready now.”

In the air tonight

The first time Nuke was arrested, he was eleven years old. The police entered their house with his mother’s and stepfather’s permission.  His family was afraid of him even back then. The police went up the stairs to his room, dragged him out of bed and threw him on the floor. They cuffed him and took him down to the police car. He remembered staring out of the window as they drove to the station. It was storming, raining so hard that it reminded him of something he’d heard once.
When it storms, it means that God is pissing down on all of us because we’re ignorant fools.

A week and a half after Holden showed up, Nuke cleaned up as well as a tattooed, convicted felon and member of an outlaw motorcycle club member could. He didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself than needed. He drove the two and a half hours to Indianapolis in his truck. He then drove to the mall where Nick Kordell owned a kiosk. Then his plan was to drive later on in the day to the car lot Kordell also owned.

Everything about Holden and his story felt wrong; still, if even a small fraction of what Holden said had a hint of the truth to it, Nuke had to be certain that his mother and sister were out of harm’s way. They might not get along, but he’d never let an innocent person die.

It took only about fifteen minutes before he realized that he still hated the mall and apparently he had overestimated what he needed to wear. He took a seat in the food court near the restrooms, which gave him a clear view of the kiosk.  The mini store was called Indigo and sold jewelry and purses, just like Tech had said.

He watched the kiosk as a group of teenage girls, who were obviously skipping school, watched him. The group consisted of three white girls and a black girl. All the girls had the bodies of grown women despite their youth. One of the girls, a strawberry blonde, wore jeans so tight they had to be cutting off her circulation. She kept on smiling at him, then she’d look at her friends and they would all giggle. No way in hell if he had a daughter would he let her out of the house dressed like that.

An hour and a half later he decided to change his position. He moved to the second level and sat down at one of the tables that surrounded the upper deck. From there, he got a bird’s-eye view of Indigo. Finally, after Nuke had spent three hours in the mall, Kordell showed up.

He recognized him because Tech had found photos of him and his family advertising his car lot. He was an average-looking man, dressed casually. He looked like a high school English teacher. Seeing him in person, Nuke was even more positive now that Holden was involved in something he shouldn’t be and Nick Kordell was an innocent bystander in the whole thing.

Kordell’s employee greeted him with hugs and Nuke could hear the worker expressing condolences about Kordell’s wife.

Nuke had seen people fake tears and grief before, but Kordell wasn’t one of them. He was truly upset. He didn’t stay long; he was in and out in less than ten minutes. Nuke followed him outside and watched him get into a car. Inside the vehicle was a pretty blonde girl, eighteen at the most. She was the stepdaughter and for someone whose mother had just been murdered, she looked bored, not like she was grieving.

In his hours of observation of Indigo, he’d noticed that the store did a lot of business for a mall kiosk that sold handmade jewelry and purses. The merchandise was cheap and he saw repeat customers, which was odd enough. Indigo sold more purses than jewelry, from what he had seen, and these weren’t nice leather purses. They were poorly made bags out of cheap fabric.  To Nuke, it was obvious that Indigo was selling drugs right inside the mall. It was also obvious that Nick Kordell was completely oblivious to it, too.

The car lot was nothing special. They had some decent vehicles, one of which he test drove with a sincere interest in bringing Jasmine back to look at it. It was an average car lot that did an average amount of business. Nothing about Holden and Nick Kordell was making sense. Nick Kordell didn’t seem like the kind of man who sold drugs or killed people. He also didn’t seem like the kind of man who would hire someone to do the dirty deed.

Nuke phoned Medic and had him move Holden to a motel. This got Holden away from the club. Whatever he was up to, Nuke didn’t want it blowing back on his club brothers. He still wasn’t sure what that was, but he was going to find out. He needed more information before he made a move for or against Holden.

The rain started to pour down again. The sky was trying to tell Nuke to go home, but he didn’t listen to the obvious, more dominant voices in his head. He climbed into his truck and headed to Kordell’s house. The downpour made it difficult to see the streets, but luckily, the GPS got him to his destination.

He figured that Kordell was a man who was getting played by Holden. Holden was probably acting like a wannabe drug dealer and using Kordell’s kiosk to move the merchandise while he banged his wife. Odds were, Holden actually owed his supplier money and whatever amount he’d stolen from Kordell wasn’t enough. So the supplier took a few shots at him. Gracie may have been in on it, but Nuke seriously doubted it. His brother didn’t have money and Gracie Kordell liked the finer things in life. She wouldn’t have left Nick Kordell for his brother. Gracie was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hell, for all he knew, Holden might not have been screwing Gracie at all and made that part up to make his story sound more believable.

Before Nuke confronted Holden, he needed to be positive about his theory that Kordell was innocent in Holden’s scheme. He’d told Holden that he was going to Kordell’s house to speak with him. In reality, he was going to search his house just to make sure that Kordell was as legit as he appeared to be.

He put on a pair of gloves and waited until just after three a.m. when Kordell’s’ house was quiet. Then he walked around to the back of the house and let himself in. Immediately, there was a familiar smell in the air and it hit him like a ton of bricks. It was an odor that he knew up close and in person. The aroma was so overwhelming that Nuke took a step back:
death.

Kordell was lying on the living room floor, covered in blood. There were stab wounds to his chest and a one-inch slit across his throat. First, his wife had been murdered, and now, Nick Kordell had joined her in a gruesome end.

Nuke backed up, making sure that he didn’t touch anything in the house, gloves or not. Movement caught his eye and he turned to look toward the stairs as someone switched a light on.

The stepdaughter that he’d seen in the vehicle waiting on Kordell was standing on the stairs staring at him. The moment was beyond unnerving and weird. For someone who was looking at a stranger in her house and the body of her dead stepfather, she was nowhere near being shocked. She appeared to have been waiting for him. He also noticed that her hair was wet and dripping onto the pink tank top she had on. He looked her up and down. She wore a pair of panties that matched the tank top but that’s not what had his attention. All of her was wet, not just her hair but her entire body, right down to the tips of her toes. His mind was trying to sort out what he was looking at when she began to scream.

“WHY?” The girl began to shriek at the top of her lungs. “You didn’t have to kill him!”

It felt rehearsed. That was the first thought that went through Nuke’s mind. His second thought was that he better get the hell out of there.

She raced down the stairs and toward him. She lunged forward and scratched the side of his face with her perfectly manicured nails. Blood began to seep from his wound. Nuke threw her off of him. He tossed her back so hard that she hit the floor with a loud thud. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” Nuke yelled at her as he backed away.

“You didn’t have to kill him!” Her cries were shrill.

“FUCK!” Nuke grunted as the realization of the mess he was in hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Why did you kill my father?” she cried between fake sobs. “DON’T KILL ME! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” She got up from the floor and raced to the front door.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Nuke said as he battled with disbelief. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Nuke looked down at his own blood dripping onto his leather. She’d got him good. His DNA was deeply embedded underneath her nails.

“Take it, take anything you want!” the girl yelled as she raced out and collapsed onto the front yard. “SOMEONE HELP ME! HE KILLED MY FATHER!”

“Jesus!” Nuke turned and headed out the way he came in. “I can’t be here.” He said to himself. A convicted felon, with defense wounds, at a murder scene. “I can’t fucking be here!”

The girl’s sobs grew louder as Nuke raced back to his truck. Everything that had happened since Holden had arrived replayed in his mind as the rain soaked his clothing.
‘I don’t know how that man is still breathing’
Medic had said.
‘The bullet passed right through him, missing all of his vital organs.’

“SOMEONE STOP HIM! HE KILLED MY FATHER!”

‘The dogs appeared to be drugged.’

“SHIT!” Nuke screamed.

‘I know that you deal with men like Kordell all of the time. Go to his house and reason with him!’
Holden’s words flashed in his mind.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Nuke cursed. He saw a man running fast toward him just as he reached his truck. Neighbors were now standing in their manicured yards, gawking at him. Just his bad luck, a cop raced from one of the houses. He was flashing his badge and pointing a gun at him. The familiar ‘Get down on the ground!’ rang out in the night. As Nuke assumed the position, Jasmine flashed through his mind, and he had a feeling he wasn’t going to make it home tonight or any night for a while.

***

The rain was no more than a drizzle now. He had ignored the warning signs and his gut instincts; now everything was fucked.

He’d never gotten used to the feeling of being handcuffed. It wasn’t just the pinching feeling or the pain that radiated through his shoulders and arms as they were pinned behind him. It was the weird feeling that he got when he couldn’t move his hands and arms. It threw him off balance, sent a feeling of dread to the pit of his stomach, where it coiled there like an angry snake.

He smiled for a moment. It was for that reason that he respected Jasmine and her trust in him. He cuffed her, tied her up with rope, and bound her with many household items even. Still she could handle it. There was not a submissive enough bone in his body to ever be able to handle not moving his limbs when he wanted to. His brief smile disappeared when the detective walked toward him. There was no doubt in Nuke’s mind that he could snap the scrawny detective now standing in front of him like a twig.

When the police saw his cut and ran his name through the computer, Mr. Big Shot detective had him removed from the backseat of the police vehicle and now he was sitting down in the soggy grass like an animal. The detective had a big evil grin on his face and he was looking down at Nuke with his own set of piercing blue eyes. Nuke knew that look; the detective thought he was a piece of shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

“I’ve already talked with the girl. Now why don’t you tell me your version of why you’re here?”

Nuke glanced at the watch on the cop’s bony wrist; it would be dawn soon. They’d taken his phone away and it was on top of the truck along with his keys, his wallet and the gloves he’d been wearing. It had long since stopped vibrating and ringing. He had two regrets, one that he hadn’t killed Holden when he showed up and the other was the pain he knew that Jasmine was about to go through with him being locked up. He didn’t bother answering the question that was addressed to him. He was too busy imagining ways to kill his brother.

“It’s not wise to remain so tight-lipped. Especially when that poor girl over there is talking her head off. She’s telling that uniform officer how the outlaw biker just killed her daddy! You sure you got nothing to say?”

Nuke kept his mouth shut.

“She fought you off. Got you good there, didn’t she?” The detective took out a tiny flashlight from his pocket and shined it on the scratches, then into Nuke’s domineering blue eyes. “I bet you planned on violating her. That’s what your kind does. You use and abuse helpless women. You didn’t count on her fighting back, did you?”

Nuke remained silent.

“Why did you kill him? Was he defending his daughter? Is that why you stabbed that poor man to death? We found the knife. Not very good at hiding anything, are you?”

“I want my lawyer!” Nuke finally spoke.

“I hope you don’t have plans for the next fifty-plus years, biker boy, because you got sloppy.”

“I want my lawyer, detective…?”

“Detective Lauer,” he replied. “How did you know the victim and his daughter?”

Nuke went back to being silent.

“There are drugs in the house. I suppose you don’t know about that either?”

Nuke still didn’t answer but he was intrigued by that piece of information.

“You’re only making this hard on yourself, biker boy!”

Nuke bit down on the inside of his jaw with enough force the he drew blood. At that moment the only thing in the world he wanted to do was punch Detective Lauer in the face and knock his damn lights out for calling him biker boy.

Detective Lauer bent down even farther. He leaned forward until he was inches away from Nuke’s face. It was a brave move for a little man. Handcuffed or not, he could still kick his ass. “I read your rap sheet, Jason Stuart. I don’t like you.”