Chapter 11
Avery
It’s morning and they still aren’t back. I’d reached over to feel 2’s muscular body this morning and was met with cold sheets. I really don’t know what to think.
Did they go out and he met someone new? I hate feeling as if I’m not adequate enough for him. I think it comes from how my mother’s pushed me to do better my entire life.
I think I learned that in Psych 101, my second year of college. I wonder what a shrink would say about my mother’s insane need to be in control of everything?
Brushing my teeth, I flip on shower. May as well clean up and get dressed, otherwise, I’ll just lie in bed and let my mind run rampant with thoughts if I don’t do something. This is a prime example of why I don’t get serious with anyone. I can’t turn off my thoughts, and I waste my time thinking about a million possible scenarios.
Stepping into the shower, the hot water beats down on my shoulders and back. So refreshing. I can’t help but reminisce about the last time I was in here and 2 joined me. I loved it when he bent me over and bit into my back.
I wonder how it’d have been with Ares in here with us as well. Would he have been in control like he was the other night? It seems they complement each other so well. They were in sync and made me feel wonderful.
I hope we get to do that again and even more. I wish they’d have woken me up to finish what they’d started. I’ll never forget rousing awake to find Ares standing there with his large, exposed cock, hungry for a taste of me. I’d never really fantasized about being with two men before, and now I can’t seem to stop. Both of them made me feel wanted and adored.
Leaning my head back against the shower wall, I close my eyes letting my imagination run loose. I picture 2 biting into my neck and Ares wrapping my hair in his fist, giving it a light tug. My palms skim over my hard nipples, reminiscing about 2. He’d smothered my breasts with his mouth, drawing my buds in through the raspy material of his shirt I was wearing. I’d felt as if I was going to orgasm from them playing with my breasts alone.
My hand falls lower, brushing the smooth skin of my stomach until I reach my core. Pushing my finger into my wet center I imagine it’s one of Ares’ long fingers pumping in and out of me. The water trickles down and it’s almost as if a tongue is licking, caressing all over my hypersensitive skin.
Picturing Ares behind me, he holds me tight against his chest and reaches around, busily thrusting his fingers in and out. 2 Piece would be in front of me biting and nibbling all over my body. He’d eventually make his way downward to suck on my swollen clit as Ares continually pumps into me deeply.
I grip the shower wall tighter, holding on with my free hand as my pussy spasms. It clenches around my finger as a rush of mind-numbing sensations wash over my body. IT’s enough that I moan, coming, wishing I wasn’t in here alone.
***
It’s lunchtime and I’m starving so I go on the hunt for some food. I poke my head in the dining room. I’ve always thought it was magical how food just pops up in this dining area. I asked 2 if they have a cook that hides away so I never see them.
According to him, they have a few club whores who enjoy cooking. They make food whenever they feel like it and put it out on the long dining table for everyone to pick at. I’m not fond of the whole club whore aspect, but I am cool with having food cooked and waiting for me whenever I get hungry.
The room’s empty except for a solitary figure eating with his back to me and staring out the window. “Come sit and eat, sweetheart,” he grunts, and I jump.
Guess I’m not as quiet as I like to believe I am. His long, blond hair reaches his shoulders, and his arms are fully covered in colorful tattoos. He’s not a big man, but decent size and very striking for being a bit older.
“I thought that was you. You don’t mind my company?”
He’s always kind to me, but I don’t want to presume he’s not dealing with his own crap. Being President of an MC must be extremely stressful especially with his son showing up mutilated.
“No, get yourself some food and come pop a squat.”
That makes me chuckle. These broody bikers do have a sense of humor. It’s amazing how you can get a bunch of grown men together and they act like kids sometimes.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Fixing my plate with some pancakes and tons of butter and syrup, I sit next to him. There’s definitely an appeal to eating in front of the window. You can take in the grassy land and trees like a little bit of peace in a world of chaos.
“How are you today?” I turn toward him and gaze over his handsome features up close.
Geez, how is he not married, with like fifteen kids running around, being that gorgeous?
It makes me think of all the weird stepbrother/daddy books I’ve seen lately. I get it now, because if Prez was my stepdaddy, I’d be panting for him. I’d damn sure call him daddy and offer to be his good girl. God, I’m messed up, but damn, some fantasy.
“Ah, I’m all right, how ‘bout yourself?” He peers over at me with soft greyish-blue irises.
I take in his short beard and weathered lines around his eyes. You wouldn’t notice them unless you were close enough. He always seems so serious too, as if he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“I’m okay.” Shrugging, I pick at my food, chewing on the inside of my lip.
“Relax, sweetheart, 2 is just fine,” he mutters, and I perk up, hopeful.
“You’ve heard from him?”
“No. I did hear from Ares though. They’re handling club business. Just keep your chin up, girl. You’ll be straight and fit in around here. He’ll be back when he’s done and he’ll be looking for you.”
Nodding, I take a bite then sigh, “Sweet Jesus, y’all have some good cooks here.”
“That we do, girl, that we do.” He chuckles and we finish our meal in comfortable silence.
I can see the appeal Prez had to 2 Piece. He seems to know more than he should for his age, but doesn’t advertise it. I bet this man would be very interesting if you could get him to open up.
Smiling, I squeeze his forearm gently as I stand up to throw my stuff in the trash. I turn to leave when he clears his throat and I meet his gaze.
“It’s nice having some new females around here and some kids. I hope you’ll stick around.”
“If he asks, I may do that.”
He smirks and nods. I grin back at him and head out. I’m going to check out the bar and see if I can hunt down London’s sexy ass.
2 Piece
About eight hours later…
I’m exhausted and ready to get back to the clubhouse, but we haven’t even gotten started yet. We unloaded all the nasty Twisted Snakes and have them tied up securely in the barn. It’s taken hours for the gas to wear off for some of them.
Twist and I recounted to the brothers everything that happened with Capone and Joker. Ares said it was best to not discuss it here. He thinks we need to wait until we get in church and to talk to Prez.
We’ve basically been sitting here with our thumbs up our asses all night. The brothers seem at a loss, fighting with their thoughts and feelings about Capone. We were completely blindsided and it’s made everyone feel like a giant fool.
The brothers seem more agitated and ready to take some anger out on the Snakes. Nobody likes a traitor and when you form a bond with that person, you’re bound to feel a sense of betrayal. I’m sure each of us have our own ideas on what we’d like to do to him for this.
At least the bullshit between Twist and me seems to be resolved. I hate fighting with my brothers. It’s been on replay in my mind all night; I still can’t get over that whole shit with Capone. The fact I never noticed anything makes me wonder what else I’ve been blind to.
“You coming, bro?” Cain stands in front of me with a guy thrown over his shoulder.
“Yeah, what are you going to do with that one?”
“This one’s for you,” he offers jovially.
I shake my head and grit, “I want to deal with Joker. I have a bone to pick with him.”
“All right, cool, man. I’ll toss this one to Spin. I think he’s the one that tatted up Brently anyhow. See if Spin can get creative with a fellow inker.”
Guess it’s time to show these assholes what happens when you fuck with other people’s lives. I watch as Ares grips the Twisted Snake’s President’s wrist then slams his boot down to snap the man’s bone. The President screams desperately and it reverberates throughout the barn.
“You hurt my Prez’s kid. It’s my job to see you get the correct punishment. Life is full of choices and balance. You made the decision to allow your peons to brutalize another human being. Welcome to hell, motherfucker,” Ares snarls and snaps another bone.
I don’t know how he can handle feeling another’s bones break as he holds them. It gives me chills all over. I hold my breath; just the noise and frantic screams coming from the man shriveled at Ares’ feet are making me want to gag.
“You coming?” Cain whistles and waves his hand in front of my face. I blink. Then attempt to shake off the image fresh in my head of that last snap, as well as the composed features of Ares as he performed his task.
Drawing in a deep breath, I comply, “Yeah, man, let’s do this.”
Following him through the barn, he throws the man off his shoulder in front of Spin. Spin rolls his eyes and the piece of shit on the floor begins his first round of pleading. He’s in for some fun.
I make my way behind Cain to where Joker’s tied up in the center of the barn. He glares spitefully as I get closer.
“You angry because Twist killed your brother dearest?” He remains silent, so I shrug. No skin off my back if he decides to stay quiet. “You know, I think those hogs out back could motivate you to talk.” I chortle, and Cain chuckles beside me.
Chin-lifting towards Joker’s legs, I motion for him to help. Cain grabs the right leg while I grab the left. We trek for the hogs, dragging Joker behind us.
He’s a stubborn fuck not even making a peep. I’d think he’d at least squirm and attempt to make it hard for me. It’s almost as if he’s pouting and attempting to ignore us.
Stupid fucker.
We approach the hogs and a few squeal in excitement as they see us. They’ve gotten used to the brothers dropping off food. Who knew hogs were carnivores. I always thought they ate slop and veggies. “Yeah, yeah, fuckers, we got ya’ a snack!” I call out.
Cain grins evilly and it makes me sick to my stomach, imagining what’s about to happen to this lowlife piece of shit. I know he deserves his fate, but I’m not into torturing fools either. We toss his legs down next to the wooden pig pen.
“Anything you want to say? Maybe apologize for fucking with my girl and my club.” I scowl at him as he lies in the dirt.
He snarls and spits toward me.
“Well, you done fucked up with that one.” I shake my head, chastising him and glance over at Cain’s amused expression, sighing loudly. “All right, brother, let’s see if the hogs will get him talking and confessing his wrong doings.”
“Sounds good, man.” He snatches both of Joker’s legs. I wrap my arm around his neck in a choke hold and we lift him over the fence into the hogs’ chow trough.
The hogs move as quickly as they can, to be the first for dinner. Grabbing the bucket next to the gate that’s filled with leftover slop, I pour it all over Joker’s body as evenly as I can. The pigs swarm him and start to feast on their treat.
Joker’s body jerks violently as he attempts to turn away from the hungry, plump beasts. They grunt and squeak as they start to rip his clothes to shreds and get their first taste of flesh. Joker’s pupils widen immensely as he opens his mouth to let loose a horrific spine-tingling yell.
I’d normally turn away for something gruesome like this, but not today. I’m going to watch the entire thing, because Avery deserves that revenge, and Brently deserves his vengeance. Like Ares said, life is full of choices. This fucker just made the wrong choice, with the wrong person.
Avery might not realize it yet, but when it comes to her safety I’d kill for her—any day. However, after the horrendous act I’ve just committed, I no longer believe I can look her in the eyes and feel adequate for her. I’m tainted, stained, and sullied; I know it, and she will soon if I’m around her enough.
I’ve always been fucked up, but this takes it to a new level. I have no remorse for the individual I just heaved to his death. I should feel something if I’m a decent person, shouldn’t I? Clearly, I’m not and Avery deserves someone who can give her everything she warrants in life. She doesn’t deserve a killer.
I hear the shriek of the miter saw fire up inside the barn and turn to Cain. He just shrugs and swaggers toward the barn. Glancing back, the pigs are busy working diligently on the mutilated pieces of leftover body in their feeding trough. Their faces are covered in blood and gore; it’s sickening but gives me a sense of closure. Well, he’s obviously dead.
Cain enters the barn and I follow along, immediately wishing with every fiber of my being that I hadn’t. Inside, Ares stands behind the loud, screeching miter saw. He has a black rubber apron on over his clothes and bears the part of a real life psychopath, chopping up various body parts of the Snakes.
Twist diligently assists and it takes my full concentration not to puke everywhere. I wasn’t cut out for this. I’ve felt sick with each turn of events today.
Nightmare and Exterminator stand with the Twisted Snakes’ President. His body’s beaten with its limbs tweaked in odd angles. It’s Ares’ handiwork no doubt. It’s amazing how he calms himself now and doesn’t black out when he sets out to destroy his prey.
The President’s barely alive, covered in piss, bruises, and blood. Any man would’ve pissed himself with Ares in charge of torture and behind a saw. Well, maybe not Nightmare; that dude’s fucking intimidating as hell. I can’t even fathom the thoughts that’d run rampant through Avery and London’s heads were they to find us in this situation.
“Bring him here,” Ares orders Ex and Night. They snatch up the Prez and carry him toward the beat-up wooden bench, where the miter saw is bolted down. Now, instead of it being caked with aged wood dust, it’s thoroughly coated in dark syrupy blood.
The Prez grunts, his eyes widening as they close in on the table. I can’t see this shit. I turn and exit the barn quickly; I don’t know how he does it.
Fuck that shit. I’m a little crazy, sure, but that’s pure fucked up shit back there. Feeding the hogs was bad enough, but holding someone and cutting them in pieces while they’re still alive takes the cake for me.
I make it to the side of the barn before the sandwich I had for dinner last night makes it’s reappearance. Jumping back, I move so it doesn’t get on my boots, and then wipe the tears that run down the side of my face as I puke. I don’t know why, but ever since I was a kid, my eyes leak if I get sick.
When I was little, Mom used to tell me it was my tummy weeping because it hurt. Stupid bitch had to go and turn to shit. I’ll never feel whole inside because of all that bullshit growing up.
“All done, brother, we can head back to the club. The rest are going to handle the mess inside and feed the porkers their dinner,” Cain mutters, and claps me on the back.
I swear if we ever have a hog roast, I won’t be eating those fucking pigs.