Widow Maker
This is the part I hate, shooting stupid dumb shits that fuck with the wrong people. With the skills this kid had, he should have been working at Google enjoying life. Not stealing money from a ruthless fucker like Stoney, I look down at both of them pulling my knife out of the girls’ leg and wiping it clean on her jeans and place it back into my boot. “Get this cleaned up,” Preacher says as Boogie and the Prospects step forward, and Justin pops into my head. Do I want my little brother doing this shit, cleaning up dead bodies for the club (dammit)?
“You good Widow?” Preacher asks, and I nod.
“Yeah, all good” he looks at me like he wants to say something.
“What?”
“Nothin’,” he says, and I roll my eyes at him as Cheshire and Rex pull the two dead bodies out to the van.
“You hungry” Magic asks me, and I nod, turning just in time to see Scythe walk through the door with Blaze, not even looking at me (shit does he hate me now for killing them). I start to have a mini panic attack, but stop taking a deep breath (I'm sure he's killed before). We head into the kitchen where Knuckle is cooking up a stir-fry, the smell making my stomach rumble and I head for the fridge for a beer “What do you think is gonna happen now?” Magic asks as I pass him a beer
“No idea,” I tell him as I watch Scythe Blaze and Cuff talking.
“Widow” Magic says, and I look at him.
“What?” I say still watching the three in the other room, Cuff taking out his phone and walking away from the other two
“I asked if you’re lookin’ forward to goin’ home” I turn to look at him.
“Yeah,” I tell him, but my heart aches at the thought (god do I want to leave Scythe the bastards gotten under my skin). We sit and eat Scythe sitting at the other end of the table, and I pick at my food (damn he's not even looking at me) the guys all talk around me, but I just sit there and listen. I watch as Scythe talks to my dad and Blaze the whole time. As I finish my plate, I wash and dry it and head to my room not saying anything to anyone.
The hot water soothing my skin as it cascades down into the drain and my hair tickles my lower back, but it feels good being out. I wash and get out the steam surrounding the room cooling my skin. I change my dressing and brush my teeth, feeling a little better, I rotate my arm the aching pain much duller. As I get into the room Scythe is sitting on the bed, and he looks up at me making me shiver.
“Scythe”
“Widow” is all we say, staring at each other.
“I thought you were going to sleep somewhere else.”
“Why would I do that?” he says, and I shrug my shoulders, feeling a little unsure of what's going on between us.
“I don't know I just thought.”
“You thought what?”
“I don't know.”
“You think because I just watched you kill two people, that I wouldn't want you” I look at him my guard up.
“I don't give a fuck if you want me” he stands up walking towards me, and my body hums with his gaze moving up and down my naked body.
“Oh, baby you give a fuck alright” he rubs his thumb over my hard nipple.
“No, I don't,” he pinches it hard and I look up at him.
“You fuckin’ do, and I know you do, I bet if I rubbed that little pussy of yours you'd be drippin’ wet for me” I rub my legs together just in case he decides to try and feel me, he laughs walking past me into the bathroom and shuts the door laughing. I hear the shower turn on (fucking prick) and I get dressed fast, heading out to the living area where dad and Preacher are sitting having a serious discussion, they both look up and stop talking.
“You need somethin’ Widow,” dad asks me, but I just shake my head no.
“Have you seen Magic.”
“He went to help with the bodies.”
“Oh, night then.”
“Night darlin’,” dad says Preacher just giving me a chin lift.
As I walk back towards my room, I change my mind heading back out the front and outside. The cool air so clean, the world seems so far away here. The stars so bright that I feel if I jump up, I'd be able to grab one. An owl, hoots in the distance and I take a walk towards the back of the barn and just keep going. As I get far enough away from the barn I lay down on the grass and just look up into the sky (do I want to be with Scythe can I give up my Cut and be a wife and mother) these thoughts consume my every thought. I imagine myself pregnant with a child (would I be happy) or would giving up my Cut make me hate Scythe if he made me, a tear runs down my cheek, but the thought of not being with him makes me even sadder (damn him). I lay there for so long until I really feel the cold, Magic and the others came back a while ago and I could hear laughter every now and then, I get up, wipe my face and head back inside.
“Girl! Where the fuck, have you been?” Boogie asks me as I walk in, they're all sitting playing cards Scythe as well.
“Just went for a walk.”
“What the fuck for?”
“Because I fucking wanted to alright!” I walk past them all giving them the finger and head back to my room, as I'm undressing Scythe comes back in
“I thought you were playing poker.”
“Ran out of money” I smile.
“Boogie clean you out.”
“No! fuckin’ Cuff did! the fucker” I laugh.
“He does like to gamble.”
“Yeah, and the fucker usually wins.”
“Then why do you play him.”
“I don't fuckin’ know.”
“That makes loads of sense.”
“Never said I have any sense” I go to climb into bed, but Scythe stops me.
“Lose the shirt,” he says, and I look at him.
“Fuck off!” he walks over to me grabbing me behind the neck pulling me to him.
“I said lose the shirt and anythin’ you got on under it” I try to push him back, but he holds me still. “Baby I want you naked when we're in bed together” I look up at him, and he's smiling my nipples harden instantly, and my panties become wet for him, he kisses my shoulder softly. “Lose the clothes Widow,” he says again, and I stand up taking my shirt and panties off and get under the covers, when I look back at him he's undressing his dick hard pointing at me and my mouth waters. He gets in bed with me pulling me to him, my back to his front, and he rubs his thumb over my nipple again, kissing my neck. “You ok,” he asks me, and I turn my head to look at him.
“Why wouldn't I be?”
“Just wonderin’ that's all” I go to push him off, but he holds me tighter to him.
“Let me go.”
“No”
“Scythe”
“Widow just let me hold you” I take a deep breath, relaxing a little and he kisses my neck again “Baby when we're in bed together you don't keep anythin’ from me you hear me, this is us you and me no one else. I tell you if I have troubles and you tell me, you hear me, baby, just you and me,” he says, and I feel a tear slide down my cheek, he turns my head and I look into his eyes. “I want all of you Widow, every fuckin’ bit, I want it all” he licks my tear away, then kisses me softly making me moan. The passion in the kiss heats my body, his taste electrifying my taste buds and I suck on his tongue as he grinds his hard dick into my ass cheeks. “Feel how hard you make me” he grinds his dick again “I want you Widow so much” I entwine my fingers through his hair, pulling him to me our mouths joined as one and our tongues encircling each other.
“I want you to Scythe” he pushes me to my back, and his legs goes in-between mine, giving me the friction, I need and hump his legs my clit getting the stimulation it needs.
“You’re soakin’ my leg baby,” he says as he kisses me and I moan, I hump his leg fast. I reach down and grab his dick that's humping my hip, and I pump his shaft, he growls but fucks my hand.
“Scythe please” I beg (god I need his dick in me).