Tangled in a Web of Lies (21 page)

Devil’s Cut

The next morning, Odin and Lila take a ride over to Shannon’s house. Cole helps Odin load his and Lila’s stuff into the RV and then Odin pulls him aside.

“Cops came by Lila’s asking questions about Jaime yesterday.”

“Yeah. Dad said cops showed up at Eli’s house too, trying to rule out that Jaime was an internal problem.”

Eli Harting is the president of the Santa Monica chapter of the Devil’s Bandits, although everyone has been expecting him to step down soon, since he’s pushing eighty years old.

“Lila told the cops Jaime had beef with the Kings.”

Cole knows that Lila only did that because he told her what the plan for Rick was, and it is only a matter of time before Odin figures that out, if he doesn’t already suspect it.

“Look man,” says Cole, taking a look around to make sure no one can hear him. “That night, after I took Lila home, I told her what we were planning to do with Jaime’s body. I told her about setting Rick up.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” asks Odin, knowing the kind of trouble that Cole can get in for that.

“She was fucking scared, brother. She had every right to be. After everything she went through, I thought she deserved to know.”

“That wasn’t your call to make,
brother
,” Odin uses the word
brother
mockingly. “Micah’s going to be fucking pissed!”

“Yeah, well, I’ll deal with that when he finds out. I did it for you man. Fear like that can make a girl run scared.”

Odin casts a glance at Lila who is standing with Shannon and Keila laughing as they pile more food into the RV. Cole is right, she deserved to know. Odin isn’t sure what bothers him more, the fact that Cole was the one with the balls to tell her, or the fact that Lila didn’t tell Odin what Cole had told her.

“How’s she doing anyways?” asks Cole, pulling out a cigarette.

“I don’t know. She doesn’t want to talk about it. Thinks we can just move on like it never happened. But there’s no doubt it flipped some switch inside her.”

“That makes sense. I wouldn’t want to dwell on it any more either, if I was her. What about you? You able to get passed it?”

Odin takes a deep breath, looking Cole in the eye.

“No,” he admits. “We both know, I pissed Jaime off. Everything he did to her is my fault. I got no idea how to get right by that.”

“None of that matters now, brother. What’s done is done. What you really need to ask yourself is, are you ready to watch her walk away?”

Cole’s question seizes Odin’s attention, targeting his biggest fear, Lila walking away.

“No. I could never let her go man.”

“Then you better figure out how to get right by it. Quick! Or we both know, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. Girls don’t think like we do. They catch on that we got some kind of internal battle going on in our heads, they think it’s their fault.” Cole takes another drag off his cigarette, letting Odin register what he’s just told him.

All Cole’s advice does is remind Odin that he needs to lay some sort of claim on Lila, tie her to him somehow and put this shit behind them before it’s too late.

“We ready to go?” Micah calls from the front porch. Cole slaps Odin on the shoulder, worried about the blank expression on his face.

“Pack it in. Let’s hit the road!” yells Shannon.

***

Micah follows the line of cars into the general parking area. But once security sees the line of bikes behind us, they direct us through the back gate. We set up camp near the tour busses. As we pile out of the RV, we’re greeted by one of the members of Slipknot. I would have never recognized him if Cole didn’t tell me who he was. I’ve never seen the band members without their masks before. We each get a VIP all access pass that will get us in all the gates, and behind stage.

In all there are about 30 of us. All the guys on bikes start piling their stuff into an event tent. Shannon wastes no time busting the booze out of the cooler, and before I even walk through the gate at noon, I’m already tipsy. Cole, Odin and Cody pull me, Keila and Kelli through the crowd, getting us close to the 3
rd
stage before DevilDriver come s on.

As soon as the band starts their first song, mosh pits break out in the crowd. The boys are proudly wearing their Devil’s Bandits cuts, and it’s obvious they’re viewed with respect, as other people in the crowd make it a point not to shove us aside. Security at the front gate must be laid back, because everyone in the crowd is passing weed around. Odin’s arms are braced around my waist, holding me to him as the music blares on.

I rest my head back on his shoulder, and his arms tighten around me. I turn in his arms, and I tilt my head up to kiss him. His tongue dives into my mouth, and I press my hips against his, feeling him harden against my belly. His hands grip tightly onto my ass as his tongue assaults my mouth.

We’re making out when some asshole comes barreling into us, and Odin catches me just before I hit the ground. He immediately passes me to Cole, then grabs the guy who shoved us, and decks him in the face. In seconds, a brawl breaks out and Cole jumps in to help.

“Boys,” says Keila, as the crowd moves aside to avoid being caught in the middle of the fight. There’s no security anywhere, and the fight isn’t over until the man who shoved us has given up, and walks away covered in blood.

After dark, Kelli, Keila, Shannon and I meet back at the RV for shots. Not that I need shots after all the alcohol I’ve consumed today. I know I’m drunk when the four of us are walking across the lawn, with our arms around each other holding one another upright.

Black Label Society starts their opening song just as we find the boys, huddled around a bonfire of trash. Odin has two drinks in his hand, and he kindly hands one off to me. I chug it down in a hurry, tossing the empty cup into the fire.

Odin’s arms wrap around me, swaying me back and forth. “I love you, baby,” he whispers in my ear between songs.

With a belly full of liquid courage, I turn in his arms, and stare into his eyes.

“Prove it!” I challenge. He hasn’t been able to cum inside me since… since he found out about Jaime. It makes us both feel inadequate, and it’s been putting a huge gap in our relationship.

Odin’s gaze turns dark, and his lips seal over mine. He fists his hands through my hair and I melt into his arms. I know he wants me, just as badly as I want him. But can he take me?

Odin sits on the ground, and pulls me onto his lap, so that my legs are on either side of his hips. I grind against him, and I can feel his cock pushing at me through his jeans. In my little black dress, the only thing separating me from everything I need, is his zipper and my panties.

Odin’s hand grips my ass, pulling me into him. The head of his dick pushes between my legs through our clothes, driving me wild. I’m so drunk, and fucking horny, I moan loudly in his ear. The music is so loud that no one can hear me, not that I care either way.

Odin’s lips suck at my neck. I reach a hand between us, pulling at his zipper. I don’t care who sees, in fact I want them to see. I want the world to know that I am his.

No one seems to notice what we’re doing as I pull his cock free of his pants. He shifts slightly, pulling my hips into place. Then, I feel his cock ease into me, and I grasp his shoulders in my hands. I grind on him, riding him hard as our lips crash together. His hands pull my hair, forcing my head backwards so he can kiss his way down my neck.

I wrap my arms around his back pulling him into me. One of his hands moves down my body, grasping my hip. He uses it to guide me, quickly back and forth.

“Spread your legs for me, Lila. I want to be so deep inside you it hurts. Give yourself to me, baby.”

“Fuck,” I gasp, pulling my head back to stare at him. His eyes are cold, and his expression is frustrated. He gets more forceful, trying desperately to push past whatever mental block he’s been struggling with lately. He braces a hand on my shoulder, piercing through me with his thick erection.

My body loosens, allowing him to fuck me hard as his other hand still holds my waist in place. He fucks me hard, so hard that even with all the alcohol, my body aches with each powerful thrust of his hips. Whatever it takes to make him cum, I tell myself as he impales me. His expression turns from frustrated, to downright angry, trying hard to let go, but he can’t. He growls, grinding my hips on his so hard it hurts.

“Shit,” he curses, powering on. Despite the pain, I can feel an orgasm inside me stirring up quickly. I clench my muscles, trying to brace myself for his brutality. Odin reaches into the back of my panties and pushes a finger in my ass.

I cry out as his finger enters me, an erotic distraction from his force. His finger moves slow, bringing my orgasm close. I shut my eyes, baring my teeth, trying to bear the pain inside my uterus as he fucks me harder. I think he’s close, so I try not to cum either, as his finger massages my ass. It loosens me up, and he slips even further inside me.

“Oh God. Odin!” I scream, barely able to contain myself. I fall apart, cumming hard all around him. “Yes, please!” I beg.

His finger curls inside me, and his cock pierces through me faster, and faster. I lose control of my body, shaking violently in his hands as he fucks me. I lean forward and sink my teeth into his shoulder, trying not to scream so loud we gain attention from the crowd. He growls loudly, but he doesn’t cum. His fingers dig painfully into my hip, holding me down on him. His other finger slips quickly out of my anus and I shutter as moist liquid gushes between us. But it’s not his, it’s mine.

My orgasm slips away, and his thrusts instantly become more pain than my insides can bear. He senses me cringing and eases up. I sit on his lap, kissing him until he’s soft again.

I know he’s disappointed, and so am I. I know it’s me. He has trouble looking at me the same. I just don’t know how to fix it. I let him fuck me hard, I’ve even let him paddle the fuck out of me, and nearly strangle me. He was able to cum on me by his own hand, but not inside me. Not once since he found out about Jaime.

Feeling sorry for myself, I drink more until I’m on Shannon’s level of shitfaced, making a scene as I half mosh, half stumble through the crowd around us. Cole catches me as I’m about to fall over, and I don’t miss the fact that he gropes my tit as he helps me stand back up. He looks at me with a sly grin. Too fucked up to care, I give him a suggestive smile and then turn my attention to the stage. I don’t see Odin anywhere.

Cole throws his arm around me, and I feel myself leaning into him. Keila is draped underneath his other arm, and I feel sickeningly distracted by Cole’s thumb stroking my shoulder as I polish off another drink.

There comes a point in my lack of sobriety where nothing makes sense. Cole and Keila start dancing with me, and without even thinking about it, I grind my body all over both of them. As if that’s not bad enough, Keila’s lips press into mine and I kiss her back. Cole starts cheering, and then so do other people.

Devil’s Cut

Odin can’t watch Lila get that friendly with Cole, but only a total asshole would get jealous of his girlfriend dancing with his best friend. He storms off toward the RV, letting Lila have her drunken fun.

“Everything alright man?” Damien asks Odin, as they sit outside the RV tossing back beers.

“Fine,” Odin snaps irritated. He hears Slipknot wish the crowd a goodnight, welcoming them back in the morning. Then people start to flood through the back gate.

He can see Cole, one arm around Keila and one arm around Lila, walking down the hill towards him. Lila is holding onto his waist, laughing along with Keila while Cole sports an arrogant smile, fueling Odin’s anger.

Lila doesn’t so much as cast a glance in his direction as Cole leads the two of them toward a line of bikes. She can barely stand up straight. She’s been getting fucked up a lot these past two weeks, not that he can blame her. In fact, if anyone has to take the blame, it’s him.

“Who wants body shots?” yells Keila, hoisting herself onto Damien’s bike. Everyone within ear shot cheers while she pulls her shirt off, revealing her bare tits. Someone hands Cole a bottle of tequila and Keila pulls Lila onto the bike.

“You first!” she says to Lila, who’s facing her on the bike. Odin grits his teeth as Lila reaches forward, groping Keila’s tits. Odin feels his dick twitch to life in his pants, despite his jealousy. Where is this jealousy even coming from? He’s watched Keila go to town with lots of his girls, and never cared.

Keila leans back on the bike and Cole spills liquor down her chest. Lila’s tongue licks up Keila’s torso, catching the alcohol between her breasts as the men in the crowd start hollering.

Odin shifts in his chair, adjusting himself in his jeans. But something dark inside him sparks as Keila reaches forward, pulling Lila’s dress up over her head. Cole moves around the bike as Lila leans back on the handle bars, and Odin shoots up out of his chair. Lila’s bra hits the ground as Odin begins rushing towards them, pushing everyone out of his path. Just before he reaches her, Cole’s hand gropes Lila’s tit, as he pours tequila down her chest.