Nah, Motherfucker, I’d Rather Just Kill You Instead
Chase: We need to talk. Please.
I stare at Reagan’s phone as she sleeps naked curled up against me, rage bubbling up inside of me. Men like Chase get away with hurting women like Reagan because they have money and clout and likeability on their side. They think they can come over with a dozen red roses and beg for forgiveness. That all will be forgotten because they “made a mistake.”
A cold chill settles over me, despite the hottie pressed against me, and I glare at her phone. That day last week when he came over with flowers was before he roughed her up in her kitchen Saturday. I always knew he was an asshole but now I’m starting to wonder just how much she was hiding from me. Was that the first time he hit her?
With a furious anger surging through me, I scroll through their texts to the beginning. At first, everything was normal. Then, Chase started blowing her off at every turn. Eventually, he started saying derogatory shit to her. The last several days’ worth of texts are apologetic ones.
And in a few hours, she’s going to walk right back into that office and be forced to work with him. Unbelievable. She still bears the bruises on her throat he gave her, for fuck’s sake.
I can’t let this happen.
“Rey,” I grumble and roll her over to her back.
She pulls a pillow over her face. “Leave me alone.”
I want to do just that. Hide away in her bedroom making love to her all day rather than letting her go to work where that motherfucker still has a job. That would be the easiest thing to do.
Trouble is, I’m not in an easy kind of mood.
I’m feeling hard. Like fist full of knuckles through a nose kind of hard.
It’s high time Chase pays for what he did.
But then a small hand is lazily rubbing at my cock. All murderous thoughts dissipate as I become a different kind of hard. Like balls deep in my fucking woman hard.
“You’re my girlfriend,” I blurt out, my mouth finding her pink nipple.
She pulls the pillow away and regards me with a sexy, sleepy stare. “Is that right?”
“And guys do things for their girlfriends,” I tell her as I nip at her soft flesh. She releases a hiss of breath.
“What kinds of things?”
“Bad things that good girls like.”
She laughs as I kiss a trail down her flat stomach to her perfect cunt. “Speak of these bad things…I’m curious.”
I flash her a wolfish grin before running my tongue along her slit. She’s already aroused and ready to go. When I slip my finger inside of her, she’s positively drenched. I fuck her slowly with my finger as I worship her pussy with my mouth.
“T-This is good s-stuff,” she cries out. “I thought you said you were going to do bad stuff.”
I gently bite on her clit before pulling my finger from her. “Spread open wide and let me look at you, Rey.”
She moans but obeys. Such a good girl. Now that her pussy is glistening and open for me like a pretty flower on a rainy day, I admire the view for a moment.
“Good girls turn bad,” I explain, my voice low and husky, “when their boyfriends touch them here.” She whines when I tease the tight hole of her ass with my now-wet finger. “You want to be bad, baby?”
She whimpers. “I think so. Will it hurt?”
“Guess you’ll have to find out, huh?”
I begin pushing inside her. Her body is tight and I can feel it clenching in response.
Leaning forward, I flick my tongue out and lick her clit, causing her to jump. “Relax.”
“O-Okay,” she breathes.
I start sucking on her clit to distract her from the slow intrusion into her ass. It works because she moans loudly and grips my hair.
“This feels weird, Linc. Is it gross? Are you grossed out?” she whines, her self-confidence gone.
“It’s supposed to feel weird,” I tease, my breath on her pussy making her shudder. “It’s a place where things go out, usually, and not in.”
“Are you going to…” she trails off. “Will your finger get…”
“Shhh,” I say, chuckling. “Let me get you off. Besides, that’s what they make showers for.”
Her body relaxes again. I slip my thumb inside her pussy while my middle finger fucks her ass. She squirms and writhes but doesn’t seem too keen on stopping.
“One day I’m going to put my big dick there, beautiful. What do you think about that?” I ask, my cock throbbing at the thought.
“I-I-I think I w-would like that—Oh God!” Her orgasm hits her violently. Both her pussy and her ass clench in response as pleasure ripples through her. When she comes down from her high, I slide my fingers from her and carry her scrawny ass to the shower.
It isn’t until we’re clean and simply holding each other under the spray that I ask her what’s been gnawing at me.
“That wasn’t the first time, was it?” My voice is quiet but sharp.
“Butt play?”
I clench my jaw and press my knuckle under her chin so I can lift her gaze to mine. “Chase hitting you.”
Guilt flashes in her warm brown eyes, and I fucking hate what that look means. That she’d rather sweep it under the rug than to pull it out into the light for us to inspect.
“Rey,” I say firmly. “I need to know all of it. If we’re going to be in a relationship, I need to know what that motherfucker did to you.”
Her nose scrunches. “But why? Can’t we just forget about it?” Tears shimmer in her eyes.
“He works with you,” I remind her. “This isn’t something you can ignore.”
She drops her gaze to my chest. I grip her jaw and tilt her face back up. Softly, I press a kiss to her sweet mouth.
“I don’t know what to do,” she admits with a huff.
I run my palm down her wet hair and nuzzle my nose against hers. “Just tell me everything from start to finish. Please.”
Her shoulders sag and she nods.
Over the next several minutes, I’m blasted by a quick version of how Chase evolved from friend to lover to abuser. By the time she finishes, I’m furious. She must sense my fury because she grabs my cock and kisses me hard. I’m momentarily distracted from being pissed as fuck. I slide my hands to her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around my hips and I drive into her hard enough to make her cry out. My mind is focused only on her as I fuck my woman. It isn’t until I’m coming hard inside her that I have a plan.
It’s a bad one.
“I’m taking you to work this morning.” My forehead presses to hers. “And, Rey?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I can’t sit on this.” I brush a kiss against her sweet mouth. “I won’t sit on this.”
She swallows and smiles bravely at me. “I know. Thank you.”
I hate to see her go but fuck do I love to watch her leave. Today she’d put on a fitted charcoal-grey pencil skirt that hugs her ass in a delicious way. Her pink silky shirt is nearly transparent and it makes my dick twitch. What makes me angry, though, is the fact that she’s wearing a wispy white scarf to hide her bruises. It pulls me away from lusting after her as she hurries to her office with her head down because it reminds me why I’m here.
My head jerks to Chase’s office. His door is closed. Motherfucker is hiding.
“Linc,” Ram booms from behind me, scaring the shit out of me.
“Dude. Don’t creep up on a man unless you want to get your ass kicked.”
He snorts as he comes to stand in front of me. “Do you always resort to violence?” There’s a challenge in his stare.
“Only when absolutely fucking necessary.” I clench my jaw and steal a quick glance at Chase’s office.
Ram lets out a sigh. “I thought so. Come on, let’s chat. My office.”
He’s probably going to fire me from the job I haven’t even really started. I grab the straps of my backpack and shrug. “Let’s go.”
Once we’re inside, he closes the door behind us.
“Did you finish those drawings?” he asks, his eyes narrowed at me.
I unzip my bag and pull out my pad before passing it across the desk to him. He flips through them, nodding in approval. Despite the shit that went down this weekend, he hasn’t killed me so that has to be a good sign.
“I like this one,” he says, thumping the simplistic drawing of a basil plant. “I have a nursery client who might like this one. The illustration has an organic feel. Goes with their entire brand. I want you to make me a few others. Vary it up a bit. Try a few different plants. Keep them simple and black, though. I love that look. I’ll scan them in to Illustrator and make some vectors for them to look at. This is good stuff, Linc.”
I feel a stupid grin creep up my face. “Really?”
“Absolutely. I have another client, an edgy clothing boutique, that wants a hand drawn logo. I’m meeting with them next week to go over some preliminary branding ideas. I’d like you to come with me and sit in. Maybe even whip up a few mockups while we meet. It helps sitting in with the client and getting to hear firsthand what they need. What do you say? You own something nicer than that old Rancid T-shirt and those holey-ass jeans?”
I shrug. “Probably not.”
“Before you leave, go see Reagan. Have her take you to get a couple of suits or at least some slacks and a few dress shirts. We have a company credit card she can use.”
Nodding, I start to stand when he holds up a hand.
“Wait.”
Fuck.
“Yeah?”
“I want to know what happened Saturday. The truth,” he says firmly. “Not the bullshit people-pleasing story Reagan has probably concocted by now.” He frowns and scrubs at his jaw with his palm. “I know she didn’t get robbed at the grocery story, like Dani told me. Some shit went down, and I feel like you’re protecting her. Not harming her like Roman thinks.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Man…” Fury burns inside my chest. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Ram frowns. “Roman?”
Clenching my teeth, I shake my head. “Chase.”
His eyes narrow but he doesn’t argue. I watch his shoulders tense as he mentally starts piecing together a picture with that one part of the puzzle. “Go on.”
“He’s a piece of shit, Ram. From the get-go, I knew this, but she seemed into him. She’s my…” Everything. “She’s my best friend, and I just wanted her to be happy. Chase appeared to make her happy.”
“And we all know how Reagan is about keeping up appearances,” he grits out, catching on quickly.
“You guys didn’t see them as much as I did. He wasn’t good to her. Didn’t treat her like she should have been treated. The asshole acted like he was the damn prize, not the goddamned angel he somehow lucked into latching on to.” I whip off my beanie and run my fingers through my hair in frustration. “He called her Pet, man. Pet.”
“What?” A muscle in his neck ticks.
“Pet. Like a fucking dog.”
He fists his hands but his face is turning purple. “Go on.”
“He’d stand her up all the time. The shit she told me…” I slam my beanie on the desk. “He manipulated her, Ram. He emotionally abused her. The motherfucker put his hands on her multiple times. She’s got goddamned bruises around her neck.”
He stands and starts pacing the office, a growl rumbling from him. I stand, too, because I’m too pissed to sit still.
“He didn’t even invite her to the lame-ass golf shit but then had the audacity to come over and yell at her for not going. Mental head game bullshit. My girl—” I huff, deciding to stop those words in their tracks. “Reagan stood up to him. Told him it was over.”
“He hit her.” His voice is icy as he stares at the floor.
“He was bolting by the time I got there. I was trying to comfort her when—”
“Goddammit,” he snarls. “I am so fucking sorry.”
I hold my hands up. “Don’t apologize to me. I know what it looked like, and Roman fucking hates me. I’d do the same if the roles were reversed and it were my sister with the bloody lip.” I grit my teeth. “She was too ashamed to tell you guys.”
His head whips around as he glares at me. “W-What? Why? We’re her brothers.”
“Everyone loves good ol’ Chase, man,” I say, a hint of bitterness in my tone. “She doesn’t like disappointing people, especially her family.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Fuck.”
“I know he’s your employee and—”
“Not for long,” he hisses, his nostrils flaring with fury.
Ram is typically a cool, relaxed dude. Today he reminds me a lot of his older brother.
“I need to talk to Roman and see how he wants to proceed. With him being our employee, shit could get complicated.” His entire body trembles with rage. “What I want to do is—”
I cut him off. “Is something I can do.”
Before he can utter a word of protest, I sling the door open and stalk for pussy boy’s office. Talking about everything that Chase did to her did nothing but get me fired up again. I’m not going to feel better until I show him what it feels like to get knocked around by someone bigger than him.
His office door is shut but that doesn’t stop me from barreling through it. The moment he realizes it’s me coming through his door, he knows he’s in deep shit. He flies out of his seat and holds his hands up in protest.
“S-Slow down Linc. We can t-talk about this.”
“Talk about how you fucking hit Rey and choked her?” I scream, spittle flying from my lips. “Nah, motherfucker, I’d rather just kill you instead.”
Snarling, I charge around his desk and snag him by the throat. Just the way he touched her. I grip hard enough that he turns a sickly shade of purple and weakly swings at me. His pussy punches aren’t felt in my adrenaline-rushed state. I slam him against the wall before crushing my fist into his nose. The pop of his bones is satisfying, but I’m not done with him. I yank my fist back again but before I can deliver another brutal blow, someone grabs me from behind.
Fucking Ram.
“That’s enough,” he roars.
It’s then when Roman pushes past us and stalks over to Chase as he holds a hand over his bloody nose. I expect Roman to help him or offer his apologies.
“You put your hands on my sister?” Roman demands.
“It’s not what you think,” Chase croaks out, fear flickering in his eyes.
Roman’s chest bumps Chase’s as he gets right in his face. “You have exactly thirty seconds to remove your shit from this office. And what isn’t out of here by then, you can find in the dumpster.” His body trembles with fury. “So help me, if you even think about contacting my sister, I will hunt you down, motherfucker. I will find you away from my goddamned office and give you what you really deserve.”
Chase’s eyes are wide with horror. Pussy looks ready to piss his pants.
“Come on,” Ram grunts. “He’s got this.”
I stagger along with him out Chase’s room. My eyes skim the lobby until I lock eyes with Reagan. She’s barely peeking out of her office. I wink at her and am rewarded a thankful smile.
A promise is a promise.
I’ve got her back from here until the end.
“Lincoln Carter?” a deep, unfamiliar voice booms.
Jerking my head to the lobby doors, I frown to see a guy in a suit. His narrowed eyes are on me and he doesn’t look happy.
Fuck.
Have one of Louie’s men come to get me?
He flashes a badge and my blood turns ice cold. “Mr. Carter,” he booms as he stalks over to me. “You’re under arrest.”
“What?” I demand, yanking myself from Ram’s grip. “You’re a detective or something?”
“Something like that,” he snaps. “Now come with me. Don’t make me handcuff you in front of your friends.”
My head whips over to see Reagan walking out of the office her hand covering her mouth, shock written all over her features. Going to jail for popping that asshole in the face is worth it. I’m just walking his way when a thought occurs to me.
“How did you get here so fast?”
He frowns. “Come with me, Mr. Carter. We’ll talk at the station.”
“Just go,” Ram booms from behind me. “I’ve got your back, bro. I’ll post bail as soon as I can. You’re not going down for this. We won’t let you.”
The detective grips my elbow and guides me out of the building. When he storms us over to the same black Chevy Impala I saw driving past Reagan’s house on Saturday, I know I’m fucked and I put on the brakes.
“Man, can I see your badge again?” I ask, unease creeping down my spine. “Don’t you need to read me my rights?”
He snorts as he yanks open the door and shoves me inside. “You have the right,” he says coolly as he withdraws a weapon from inside his jacket in a holster and points it at me, “to shut the fuck up.”