The Riot (Hell's Disciples MC Book 5) (9 page)

“Where am I supposed to go?” I ask calmly. Our mom picked up shop and moved years ago, leaving me here alone to rot. She moved from one small shithole town to another, clear across the country. There’s no way in hell I’d go there, and even if I did, I don’t have shit for cash to get me there. Not that Rocky would actually let me go. “You came here to warn me?”

“You need to get away from Rock ‘n his club. They’re no fuckin’ good. They’re gonna use you.” Right. So what does he do exactly?

“Rock’s a good guy.” Saying it sounds stupid. Michael knows Rock, knows he’s not a good guy. “He won’t let me get hurt.” And
that
is the truth. Rock might be crazy reckless, but he’d never do anything to hurt me. Not intentionally anyway.

“You’re stupid to think he won’t throw you right into the middle of this shit.”

“What shit?” Something’s going down, something big. It’s been brewing for a year. Twice a week Church, running from border to border. Someone shot up the Y. What exactly
it
is, I don’t know. Really, I don’t care. Club business is just that,
club business.
My curiosity doesn’t belong anywhere near their shit.

“The war.” he says, pounding on the club patch on his chest. “We’re tired of The Disciples thinkin’ they run this shit. We’re entitled to a piece of the pie too, Ellison,” he yells, his red eyes growing wide and crazed. I take a step back. “They don’t wanna share, then fuck ‘em! We’ll take what’s owed to us.”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but it has nothing to do with me,” I say carefully.

“Might not, but he’ll use you.
They’ll
use you!”

“For what?” What could the Disciples possibly get out of me? I don’t have money, and the only club ties I have are with them and my brother. “Michael—”

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid, Ellison. They use everyone. Do whatever the fuck they gotta do, ‘n they don’t care who they shit on. We started this shit, ‘n we’re gonna finish it. Killed one of ‘em already, ‘n I’ll kill the rest of ‘em.” Oh Jesus.

“Killed who?” But I know. I’m not sure why pushing for more matters, but I ask anyways. “Who did you kill?”

“That old ass Disciple,” Mike cackles. He’s as high as a goddamn kite. “Ripped his motherfuckin’ eyes out. Cut his face off his body.” The pride in his voice is sickening. My stomach rolls and my heart aches. I’ve always loved my brother for no other reason than he’s my blood, my brother, but right now, I know he’s no longer alive. The brother I loved is dead. The drugs have killed any remaining pieces of the man I used to know, and whatever’s left will be wiped clean by the Disciples.

“Come on, Michael.” I try to get closer, but he holds up the gun. “Don’t be like this.”

I know this will be the last time I see him. Once Rock finds him, it’s all over for him. There’s no way he’s getting out of this alive.

“Lou had a family,” I say in vain, but he doesn’t care.

“Fuck his family, ‘n fuck you for carin’ ‘bout him.”

“I care because he was a human being.” Lou was a decent man. He didn’t deserve to die like that.

“That shit’s gonna get you killed, El. Carin’ ‘bout those fuckers. I’m warnin’ ya. Get the fuck outta here, ‘n get the hell away from Rock.”

“I can’t.” I love Rock way too much to leave him.

Michael starts to shake his head, but there’s a loud knock on the door that has him jerking around.

“El? Baby?”

Fuck. It’s Rock.

My heart sinks.

I knew it was only a matter of time.

Michael instantly starts to pace, clutching his gun in agitation. “Michael, you gotta get out of here before Rock busts down that door.” It’s only a matter of minutes before he does.

“El?” Rock shouts, his banging getting louder. “What the fuck?”

Torn, I turn towards the door, ready to open it when my brother sighs, heavy and deep. He’s tired. Looking back, he watches me and waits. He knows where my loyalties lie.

“I have to let him in.”

Michael stares at the door for a moment, and I wonder what he’s thinking with that gun in his hand and Rock on the other side.

“Fuck him,” Michael shouts, waving his gun towards the door.

Jesus, this is not happening.

“Seriously, Mike. He’ll kill you. Go out the back door.”

“Open this goddamn door, El! Who the fucks in there with you? I’m startin’ to get real motherfuckin’ stabby out here!” The door rattles, and something cracks on the other side.

Rock will tear that door down with his hands to get to me. Nothing gets between him and me. He’s made that perfectly clear, on more than one occasion.

Turning back to my brother, he’s halfway to the side door on the other side of the room, his bony back to me. My heart beats slowly, sadly, for my brother. “Michael, I love you.” I tell him, knowing it’ll be my last chance. I’ll never see him again.

“Last chance,” he says over his shoulder. “Get out or die.” The light shines on his sunken, hollow cheek, casting a demonic glow to his shallow features. He looks so sick.

“I can’t,” I whisper, sucking back the emotions bubbling to the surface.

“Fuckin’ stupid,” he spits resentfully as he steps through the back door.

I watch him disappear without another look or word. My body sags in relief and grief. I’m relieved that I won’t have to watch the Disciples tear my brother limb from limb, and the grief is knowing that that was the last time I’ll see him before Rock tears him limb from limb.

For a long time, Rock and my brother were all I had. My chest aches at the thought of losing a piece of life. My brother and I might not be close, there’s no relationship there anymore, but he’s still my brother.

“ELLISON!” Spinning around, I watch the stockroom door bow and the wood crack. “Open the motherfucking door!”

Walking over, I grab the bolt, but before unlocking it, I give the empty backdoor one last look.

He’s gone.

I unlock the door.

High Highs

Rock

“Open the motherfucking door!”

I’m breathing hard. My arms hurt and my knuckles are burning. The pressure in my head feels damn close to the point of exploding. I might just stroke the fuck out right here, standing in the damn doorway.              

How the fuck do things that start so good end so fucking bad? Today started out good. Should’ve figured it wouldn’t end that way.

“Ellison!”

The door gives and Ellison stares at me with cautious eyes.

Something like relief mixed with anger swell in my chest at seeing her breathing, very much alive. Happy as fuck she’s okay, but mad as hell at her. For what, I don’t fucking know yet. I take a deep breath and pray like hell I don’t hurt her.

“What the fuck, Ellison?” She looks confused. “Why the fuck was the door locked?” She shrugs. “Why. Was. The. Door. Locked?” I slow that shit down for her.

Nothing keeps me from her. Not a door, not another person, and sure the fuck not her.

“Umm…I don’t know.” Leaning her side against the frame, she blocks the door.

“Who was in here with you?” I heard voices, male and female. I’m goddamn sure of it, unless they were all in my fucking head, which is a real goddamn possibility at this point.

“El!” She’s not talking to me. Tight-lipped little shit. She’s just staring at me with her arms crossed over her chest. “Open that pretty little mouth and start explainin’ shit!” Before I open it for her.

Dancing on her feet, she lifts that little shoulder again to shrug me off. I’m about to grab onto ‘em and shake the shit out of her when she frowns and mutters, “Mike was here,” under her breath.

Did she really just say that?

I’m gonna kill him, then her.

Here comes that motherfucking stroke again. My eyes bug and I swear to Christ, I blow a blood vessel. The pressure is so extreme it’s painful.

“Where’d he go?” I shout, knocking her ass away from the door to get in and around her. My fists ball and my jaw ticks.

The small stockroom is empty, and all hope of a bloody death is dashed. “Why the fuck did you let him leave?” I ask as I kick a box out of my goddamn way. The thing flies across the room, bottles breaking and leaking booze through the cardboard. “The fuck is wrong with you, Ellison?”

“What did you want me to do, Rocky? Hold him down?”

Spinning around, I look at her like she’s stupid. It’s very possible she is. God, I fucking love her, but she’s on her last leg with me. “Are you shittin’ me? Shoulda let me in sooner, or called me. Yelled for some goddamn backup!” I’m pacing, trying to reel my shit in, but it’s just not working. “I was supposed to know the second you heard from him!”

“I heard from him,” she says lamely. Pain in my motherfucking ass. I love this girl, love her so much. I wanna smack the shit outta her.

“Fuck, El.” Frustrated beyond reason, I start pacing and plotting again. I was so close to getting that little cum stain. Jerking at my hair, I stop when El starts bitching at me. “Don’t do that,” she gripes, batting my hands away from my hair. I’m gonna be bald by forty.

I cannot believe she let him walk. That motherfucker is a wealth of useful information. He’s also an outlet for all this goddamn anger I’m carrying around. “I’m gonna fuckin’ strangle you,” I tell her gravely. I’m seriously considering wrapping my hands around that dainty little neck of hers and choke her to death.

Jesus motherfucking Christ.

“Yeah, okay.” She knows I’m full of shit. “Listen. I’m sorry, okay. What was I supposed to do?” Not let him walk the fuck outta this bar is what she should’ve done.

“El, I swear to fuck. I don’t know what to do with you sometimes.” Tearing a handful of hair out, I count backwards from ten.

“Come on. Don’t be so fucking crazy.”

“Crazy? Bitch, I’m gonna show you crazy!” But I’m losing steam. She’s smiling at me and laughing to herself. I’m glad she’s enjoying this shit.

“Calm down.”

“Crazy bitch,” I mutter, booting another box.

“I should kill you both myself. Pains in my—”

I’m done.

Scooping her ass up, I toss her over my shoulder.

“Lockdown.” This shit isn’t happening again. “You’re done.”

“Rock—” she yelps, slapping at my back.

“Locked
the fuck down, Ellison.”

“Do you even love me?” El whines, trying to wiggle out of my grip. “If you do, you wouldn’t do this to me.”

“Not particularly.” Right now, love is the furthest damn thing from what I’m feeling. Deadly, sure. Stabby, shit yeah. Love? Fuck no.

“Yes you do,” she counters without a moment of hesitation.

“The fuck I do.”

“You do. Don’t do this to me.” I don’t have a damn choice now. “I’ll die locked down.”

“Fine with me, baby.” I’m good with it. One less goddamn person to worry about.

***

El’s in the room next door, pouting into a pillow. She’s mad at me, but I don’t give a shit. She can be mad until she’s blue in the face, it won’t change the fact that she’s locked the fuck down, at least until I can figure this shit out.

Carried her ass out of the bar and tossed her inside Tyler’s truck. He could deal with her crazy ass. I hopped on my bike, hoping I could catch up with the little shit stain, but no dice.

Came back to club to the find the bitch throwing a fit in room four. Locked her in and left her there to calm the fuck down.

Sitting across from Dan, I lay it all out.

“Clearly, that little motherfucker is targetin’ her to get to me, to us.” Why else would this shit be happening to her? First, that guy roughed her up. Then, someone breaks into her place. There’s a good chance we’ll never know exactly who it was, or what the fuck they wanted, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was that fuckwit brother of hers. And now we got her brother putting shit in her head.

I hate Mike for a whole handful of reasons. Most wouldn’t be death worthy, but he’s in a club that’s been fucking with mine for years. That’s reason enough right there.

“He wants to use her to hurt me.” It’s the only thing that makes any sense to me. He knows I want him dead.

“Sounds like it,” Mossy agrees.

“We gotta lock her down.” I have no other choice. Clearly, she can’t be out there in the world, floating around with her head in the goddamn clouds. If something happens to her, I don’t think I’d live through it. I might fucking self-destruct.

Dan’s eyebrow shoots up and he looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. It’s pretty likely I have. “Can’t just lock her down, brother.”

“The fuck I can’t.” I can do whatever the fuck I want where El’s concerned.

Dan sighs. “Do whatever the fuck ya want with her, she’s your problem. But we don’t need a pissed off female causin’ a riot at the club, ‘n you know she will.”

“The fuck you suggest then?” I can’t do shit for the club while I’m busy trying to keep both eyes on Ellison every waking minute of the day.

“Keep her close, but let her breathe, brother.” He taps the table thoughtfully. “But don’t let her go too far. Her brother’s lookin’ for an excuse to fuck with you, which fucks with us. Remember that shit.”

“Yeah, okay.” Keep her close? More like keep her on a leash.

***

Shutting the door to room four, I hear the shower running in the bathroom.

The mirror is fogged up, and a pile of El’s clothes lie on the floor when I push the door open. Inside, all I smell is Ellison—coconut and sugar.

Grabbing the gold and cream-colored curtain, I jerk it open. Steam barrels out in waves. El doesn’t yelp. Hell, she doesn’t even flinch. She won’t even look at me. She’s still mad.

I’m about to tell her she’s on restricted lockdown when I get an eyeful and forget what it was I was gonna say. All of that madness just flies out the window.

“What?” she asks, head under the spray. Her tits are on full display, and I feel my hands start to itch.

I’m mesmerized.

“We’ve gotta talk,” I manage to say, my dick already throbbing in my jeans.

“No.” That mouth only makes the ache in my balls worse. Jesus, I want to fuck her to death. “We don’t.”

“We’re talkin’, whether you want to or not.”

She glares at me from out the corner of her eye, but doesn’t have shit to say because she knows what I say goes. Here, I’m the motherfucking boss.

“Then talk.”

Fuck, she’s sexy standing in the shower, water running down her body. Big perky tits begging to be sucked, and a fat plump ass needing to be touched. It’s all mine. Every time I look at her, it’s like the first time. I forget everything else going on, focusing solely on her, and she loves it. She revels in the attention I shower down on her crazy ass.

“You gonna stand there and watch me? You gonna jerk off while you’re at it too?” She smirks, and I lose whatever patience I had with her, which was damn near nothing to begin with. She opens that mouth and blows it all to shit.

Pulling her out of the shower, I shove her wet body up against the little vanity in the corner. Her hands catch the edge.

“Keep talkin’ shit.” I tell her, pressing my front against her back, crowding into her personal space.

“Jesus, Rock. You damn near ripped my fucking arms off.”

“I prefer
God
.” She can call me whatever the fuck she wants, but God has a nice ring to it.

“Asshole.”

Leaning away from her, I watch beads of water roll down her back, wet hair sticking to her shoulders and back. Running a hand over her back, I land on the soft skin of her ass. Giving it a good squeeze, I dig my fingers into the smooth flesh. Loving the way she squirms, I watch as her ass jiggles in my hand as she tries in vain to get away from me.

Letting my eyes roam, I feast on everything beautiful in my world. Bent over at the waist, I can see just a hint of that sweet pussy between her thick tanned thighs, and it’s just enough to make me lose my goddamn mind.

Fully clothed, I debate about taking off all my clothes, but figure fuck it. I just need to get inside of her, and I don’t have the time to fuck around.

I feel fucking crazy every time I get my hands on her. Even after all this time, I can’t get enough of her. I can never have enough, feel enough, or get deep enough. There is just never enough of her.

Unzipping my fly, I reach in and pull my cock out. I’m so goddamn hard I could drive a nail with the son of a bitch.

Running the head of my dick through her wet pussy, I ask her what I always ask her. “You want it?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“How do you want it, baby?” It’s her world.

“Hard.” It takes everything in me not to lose focus and hurt her.

“Bitch, you’re gonna kill me,” I choke out.

Sliding inside, I fucking sigh. There’s no bitch out there like El. Her pussy molds itself tight around me, and it’s so fucking perfect.

I slide out slowly. Seeing my dick wet from being inside of her makes me lose my fucking mind.

I slam inside, and her ass bucks against me, driving me in deeper.

Fuck yes. There it is.

Grabbing her hip, I hold her ass still. “Fuck, babe. Tight as fuck.” This will be over before I even start if she keeps rubbing her ass back on me like that. 

Grabbing up a handful of wet hair, I wrap my hand up in it and jerk her head back. Back arched perfectly, I move with fast, hard strokes.

El’s panting, her fingers white as she hangs onto the vanity. “This fucking body, baby. Don’t know why you let an asshole like me fuck you, but I thank fuck every day that you do.” We might be born and bred the same, but that doesn’t make a fuck of a lot of difference. Someone like El shouldn’t fuck with a guy like me, but she does, and that makes me the happiest fucker on the planet.

“Shut up and fuck me,
hard
.” 

“Yeah, baby.”

I fuck her good and
hard
. I work over this body that belongs to me, like only I know how to. 

Looking up, I catch her in the mirror. Her bottom lip is swollen and red from biting on it. It doesn’t stifle the sound. I don’t know why she thinks it does. “Fuck, El. You always push me into fuckin’ you so hard.” There’s a wild gleam in her eyes, and a wicked twist to her smile. Naked from head to toe, she hasn’t an ounce of shame, not that she ever should. Her body is amazing.

“Rocky,” she pants, clenching her thighs, squeezing me harder.

She meets me stroke for stroke, her ass bouncing off of my dick. The sight does bad fucking things to me, and I go harder, faster, and deeper, if that’s even possible. I feel like I’m damn near tearing her apart.

“Shit,” El moans, biting her lip. “Feels sooo fucking good.”

“Goddamn good, babe.”

“Harder.” This girl is gonna fucking kill me. Swear to Christ, my dick feels like it’s about to explode.

Burying my face in her neck, I breathe her in and fuck her with desperation. I lift her higher by her hips, while she holds herself against the vanity, getting a much better angle to come.