SLAM HER (15 page)

Slam grabbed my hand and put it to the middle of his shaft. I pulled up on him, just once, and he started to come.

I looked down and watched as the first intense spurt of cum shot up my wrist and arm. All the way to my elbow his hot seed clung to my skin. My hand raced down and jerked again. Another spurt shot out, hitting the side of my body.

Slam quickly stood up and took control. He pushed my hand away and jerked himself onto my ass. Two more white blobs of cum clung to me. His left hand grabbed at my inner thigh and he pushed, opening my legs. Bending his legs and coming forward, I strained with my mouth and eyes wide open as he was still squirting cum all over me. I had never seen a man orgasm like that before.

The tip of his cock was against my soft labia as he came again. I felt him touch me, his semen splashing against my wetness, leaving my entire body tingling head to toe.

“Ah, fuck, babe,” he growled. “You are fucking something special…”

He stood up and took a step back, admiring what he had painted on me. It may have just been splotches of cum, but to me and him it read very clear:
SLAM’S PROPERTY.

He kept jerking himself and I watched as more cum collected at the tip of his dick and dripped down to the back of my leg and to the bed.

When he was finished he wiped his hand down the back of my left leg and stood there. His hands were balled into his fists. Breathing heavy. His huge cock still pulsing, bouncing up and down. Those evil, villain eyes still devouring me.

I was so screwed. So fucking screwed.

Slam owned me.

twenty-two

(slam)

*NOW*

I couldn’t get enough of Belle. That was a serious problem. It was day after day of me eating that sweet and juicy pussy and day after day of her dropping to her knees and staring up at me with those big blue eyes as she sucked me off. I came so much and so hard and so often that I actually - for a split second - thought I was getting worn out.

My plan was getting all fucked up though. I wasn’t putting her in a corner. I hadn’t popped her cherry and taken her virginity. And I sure as hell hadn’t rubbed it in Chief Richards face yet that I was bringing his sweet baby girl into my world of outlaw debauchery.

Worse yet, Knox and the guys had lost track of Tommy.

I sat at an empty table in the chapel with a smoke and a beer. Deep thinking was never a good thing for me. All that shit did was drum up old demons. The way I grew up. The way I got into the Reap. Running some nasty deals for years. Blowing up cars. Setting fires. Getting arrested over and over. Picking fights just to do it. Stealing. All for the goddamn cut I wore each and every day.

I was covered in grease from trying to work on motorcycles to ease my mind. That did shit. I went to the gym and tangled up with a few guys but that got out of control. A little sparing session turned into me knocking out two guys. I was greasy, bloody, and very unsettled. There wasn’t enough smoke or whiskey in the world right then to help me.

Just as I was about to finish my smoke, the door busted open and in came Matteo. The first thing I saw was blood on his face.

“We got him,” he said.

I stood up. “What?”

“We fucking got Tommy.”

“Is that his blood on your face?” I asked.

Matteo grinned and wiped the blood away. “Damn right, brother. Knox wanted me to come get you. Before anything got too far.”

“Ah, shit,” I yelled.

I downed my beer and took off after Matteo as he left the chapel and charged through the garage area. Knox was yelling orders. The garage bays were all shut down and locked. We sent the employees packing, telling them there was an emergency at the place we needed to shut down for the day.

Through the back of the garage there was an opening that led to a storage area.

That’s where Tommy was.

Fucking chained to a chair, sitting there, bleeding. The second I saw him, I saw death in his eyes. I thought about what he had done to me, to the Reaper’s Bastards. Under different circumstances a bullet would have been in his skull already.

Liam stood next to the chair. He wound up and threw another punch, hitting Tommy in the jaw. The chair tipped off two legs but he didn’t fall over. He let out a crying sound as blood dripped from his mouth.

When Liam put his fist back for another punch, I stopped him.

“Let me talk to him,” I said.

“Everyone clear out,” Knox ordered. “Watch the front of the garage.”

As the guys walked by me, they all patted my shoulder. Shit, I was alone with this prick now. What the fuck did trouble have to do with anything? Right? I could get my revenge on him. Cut him limb by limb. Gut him even. Let him bleed out and think about how he fucked me over.

“What’s the move?” Knox asked.

I crouched down and grabbed Tommy’s jaw. “You know what you did to us, right?”

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I was high.”

“Fuck that excuse. Why?”

“I just told you…”

I reached back for my gun. Tommy started to thrash and scream.

“Jesus, Slam,” Knox said.

I put the gun under Tommy’s chin and forced his head back. “Calm down and talk to me.”

Tommy was suddenly calm. He was shaking and crying, but calm.

I eased the gun away. “I don’t want to shoot you. Don’t make me do it. Tell me why you fucked me.”

“I had to,” Tommy said. “I owed money to too many people, okay? So I decided to cut a deal. To protect myself.”

I looked back at Knox.

Knox shook his head. He turned and threw a punch at the wall.

That was a risk we took when we did runs like that for people.

“And you cut a deal with Chief Richards?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck,” I whispered.

Chief Richards had been watching Tommy meet with us. He stopped Tommy and tried to set him up, forcing Tommy to turn on the club. So Tommy ratted out about the guns, the box truck, everything. That’s what put me in the hot seat. Chief Richards could have busted into the MC with warrants and got all of us on major gun charges. Instead, he singled me out. Because that’s what he did.

I stood up and grabbed Tommy by the throat.

He started crying again. “Please don’t kill me.”

“I’m not going to kill you. But you’re going to do something for me now. For my club.” I squeezed tighter at Tommy. “If you don’t do exactly what I say to do, we will find you and kill you. Because Chief Richards never followed up with his protection, did he?”

“No,” Tommy said in a hoarse voice.

“You never signed papers, did you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“He said that would come later.”

“Then what happened?”

“He arrested you, took my stash, and kicked me to the side of the road.”

“That’s good to hear. Because now… you two are going to fuck each other.”

I let Tommy go and walked away.

Knox blocked the door. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to play this hand the right way, brother. Keep him alive. He’s going to be our leverage play. A power play.”

“How so?”

“Call a chapel meeting. I have places to go.”

Knox put a hand to my chest. “What the fuck are you trying to prove? We could take him out right now.”

“Bigger picture, Knox. Part of my plan.”

“Tell me this has nothing to do with the amount of time you’ve been spending with Belle. You were supposed to take care of that too.”

I grinned. “I’m staying out of trouble. But I’m still causing. Trust me on this, Knox. Okay?”

“Here I thought you were going to knock this guy out.”

“I still am…”

I turned and Tommy started to scream. One good right hook took him down and out. He hit like a brick being dropped and Knox rushed to check for a pulse.

“Fuck,” Knox said.

“Keep him alive. I’m going to tell you my plan right now and then I’m leaving. You bring it to the table.”

“What are you trying to do here?”

I didn’t respond to Knox.

But for once in my life… I was trying to do the right thing.

twenty-three

(belle)

*THEN*

I hated his job. He worked dumb hours and he and Mom always fought over it. Last year there was something really wrong. He left for a little while and had a girlfriend named Maggie. Mom called Maggie a cheap whore, but I didn’t know what that meant until later. And I didn’t understand until later that Mom and Dad had tried to divorce. Because Dad and Maggie got close. Maggie was a cop too. But then Maggie got hurt and moved away. When she left, Dad came back and he and Mom were fine again.

They planted together in the garden.

They made iced tea and drank it on the deck, laughing.

I even heard their bed squeak at night. Mom said she and Dad were tickling each other. I believed them. Until later when I realized what they were actually doing.

It was all good. Really good.

Two years of good stuff happening.

Then Dad had to talk to Mom. I was sent upstairs but I tried to spy. He was talking about a case. Something with a bad guy. A really bad guy. Dad wanted to get the guy. But to do it, Dad would need to work crazy hours. If he pulled this off, he’d get a promotion and that meant more money and better hours.

That night, Mom cried.

The next day Dad left for three whole days. I thought he had another
cheap whore
but he was just working a lot. They were building a bigger case against the original case. I didn’t know what that meant. But Dad worked a lot. He looked tired. He didn’t get his haircut like he usually did. He grew a beard and it was grey and made him look funny. His eyes got darker and I noticed he drank from the bottle in the
special holiday cabinet
a lot.

That’s when they started fighting again.

Every night, sometimes for hours. Dad would drink. Mom would yell. Dad would yell back. Mom would cry. Then they’d each come and talk to me.

I begged Dad to stop the case. He said
soon
.

I tried to believe him and I tried to be happy.

The sad and strange part was that everything settled. It became something normal for us. Dad working days at a time. Mom cooking dinner for me and her. She would stare at her food, looking sad. Nobody ever asked me about school. Nobody came to the art show. They forgot about soccer in the spring. My birthday came and went with a quick party that Dad didn’t even attend. All because of the case.

When I blew out my candles, you know what I wished for?

I wished for the case to be over. I wished for it to somehow die. I wished for that really bad guy to just disappear or get hurt or get caught by someone else. I wished for my Mom and Dad back together, like they were after the
cheap whore
. I wished that my life could be normal.

I was way too young to understand what I was saying or thinking, but it was all there.

I blew out those candles so hard, I spit on the cake. Everyone laughed. Nobody cared though; they all ate the cake. I got a new bike for my birthday, without training wheels. I wanted Dad to help me learn how to ride it. But it was only Mom there. I leaned on her and she leaned on me. I didn’t understand what that meant at that age, but I somehow knew it was important to both of us.

It was Saturday morning. Time for cartoons. They still had cartoons on then in the morning. Usually Mom would go grocery shopping on Friday but Dad surprised her and took her out dancing! They hired a babysitter named Jennie, who was sort of nice, mostly mean, and talked to her boyfriend on the phone all night. But I was happy my parents were out.

So that morning my mother decided to go grocery shopping. She asked if I would go with her and I said no. She made me pancakes, extra butter and syrup, and I had a glass of OJ. I settled in on the living room floor, on my belly, with my food on the floor. My feet were in the air, tapping, kicking, twisting.

Best. Saturday. Ever.

That’s what I always thought though.

But that Saturday… no way. That was not the best Saturday ever.

It turned out to be the worst Saturday ever.

That Saturday… my mother left and never came back.

twenty-four

(belle)

*NOW*

I was on the verge of tears when I heard the knock at the door. There was so much lingering between me and Slam it was hard to swallow. He had to have known by then that something was wrong with me. A man like that didn’t see the same women more than once without fucking her. And even that…
was he fucking other women?