DARREN
The ride to Gunnison felt like it was taking forever. Darren was so close to getting his revenge he could taste it. Once he ended Crockett and RIP he vowed to never think of them again. To do so would be affording them space in his brain they didn’t deserve. He was more than ready to put all his energy into getting things back to the way they used to be with Kylie. She’d forgiven him, but he still couldn’t forgive himself. That might take a long time.
Now that the immediate threat of possible death wasn’t hanging over his head, Euphoria and that other fucking drug was starting to make themselves known. As long as he’d been actively participating in the Phantoms’ takedown, he’d been able to ignore the feeling creeping up on him. The long drive here had been boring and allowed plenty of time for his body to relax and the adrenaline rush to subside.
“Almost there, brother,” Dagger caught his eye in the rearview mirror.
“How’s our guest doing back there?” Race asked from the front passenger seat.
Darren turned in his seat to check on Crockett. They’d thrown his hog tied, unconscious form into the rear compartment of their vehicle and found that he was showing signs of rousing. It gave Darren great satisfaction to see the forced erection behind the other man’s zipper. “Good. I think he’s starting to come out of it.”
“Got a text from Jed and Tulsa. RIP’s awake and thrashing around in the back cargo area. They had to knock him out again. They decided to punch him instead of using the butt of their gun again, figuring you’d want him awake when we get there.”
“Yeah. I definitely want them both awake. It’ll also make it easier to get them downstairs.”
“Did Preacher’s guy get the cameras set up in the basement?” Tuck asked from his seat beside him.
“Yes. Everything’s set up and ready to go.”
They passed the city limit sign and the tension in Darren’s chest from the drive here eased a bit only to be replaced by a feeling of guilt. Kylie would be expecting them to all return to tonight. When they didn’t, her worries would turn to wondering how he was dealing with his sexual needs. He’d made her a promise and no matter how bad it might get, he would never seek out another woman just to get off. Maybe he should call to reassure her that he had it under control? He could remind her that he was surrounded by his brothers and Tuck would kick his ass if need be. Plus, Bacon had given him a couple of sedatives before they left as a worst-case scenario.
Fifteen minutes later, Dagger slowed down in front of a single-story, three bedroom, brick ranch style house that they used for things like this. It was nearing one in the morning and everyone in the neighborhood was sound asleep. Perfect. It would make it easier for them to do what they needed to do.
Race had hired a friend of the club to stop by every seven to ten days to make it look like someone lived there. Anytime a neighbor started getting nosey about why he was never there, he would tell them that he traveled a lot for work. Also to throw off any suspicions that nefarious things might be going down in the house, the friend had the occasional bar-b-que on the weekend with his friends and arranged for a high school kid to keep the grass cut in the summer and the driveway shoveled in the winter.
Dagger hit the remote control and the garage door went up. He backed in on one side and waited for Jed to back in next to him before they all piled out. Darren and Tuck moved to the back of the vehicle and raised the hatch. Crockett was awake and shooting daggers with his eyes. If they hadn’t put duct tape over is mouth, Darren was sure the fucker would be cussing them up one side and down the other. He was sure the man was pissed having to ride three hours with his hands and feet taped together behind his back. It sure as fuck wouldn’t have been comfortable.
Race pulled out his knife and leaned in to cut the tape binding the man’s legs together. Darren and Tuck reached inside and unceremoniously pulled him out. If they hadn’t been holding him, he’d have fallen to his knees.
“Knock it off, motherfucker, or I’ll cut your ear off.” Jackson held a knife to RIP’s ear. The man being held between Jed and Tulsa immediately simmered down.
“Come on. Let’s get these assholes inside.” Dagger held the door open, allowing them all to enter. It took a little maneuvering, but they made it. They dragged their captives through the living room, into the kitchen where Race stood holding the door open leading to the soundproof basement. Darren and Tuck managed to get Crockett down the stairs without any of them falling and breaking their necks. From the sounds of things Jed and Tulsa weren’t having as much luck.
“I will fucking rip your ear off with my goddamn teeth if you give us any shit getting you down the stairs,” Tulsa growled.
“You know, I’m half tempted to pull him down the stairs by his feet and let his fucking head bounce off every step. If it wasn’t for Darren, I probably would.” Jed sounded short of breath as they got their man to the bottom without incident.
At the bottom of the stairs the basement had a large open area. There was a drain hole in the middle where they liked to hang their victims from a pipe as they questioned them. It came in handy when Calliope and Bellamy followed them here and snuck their way into the basement. Calliope had snagged Jackson’s gun and shot her abusive boyfriend before anyone realized what she was up to.
Darren relinquished his hold on Crockett, allowing Dagger to step in. Jed might be the enforcer and Dagger the VP, but Dagger got off on torturing information out of people and often volunteered to assist in the interrogations. Darren sometimes thought that maybe Dagger did it just for the fun of it. Which knowing how he was with his wife and kids, it didn’t quite add up. The man must be super adept at compartmentalizing different areas of his life.
“Now what?” Race stood to the side, smirking at Crockett. He had his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his boot heels.
“Now we strip ’em and throw them in a cell,” Darren announced.
“You heard the man.” Dagger whipped out his knife and held it to Crockett’s throat. Trick moved in and started cutting away the man’s clothes. He still had duct tape over his mouth so all he could manage was a death stare and labored breathing through his nose. If he could get loose, Darren had no doubt he’d come at him and try to kill him with his bare hands. He’d like to fucking see him try.
Jackson and Jed were busy divesting RIP of his clothes as well. Tulsa snapped his teeth in his face when he acted like RIP might make a move. With his hands behind his back, Darren wasn’t sure what he hoped to accomplish other than maybe forcing someone to kill him. So not going to happen.
Darren laughed at the naked men before him. Both had raging hard ons, the heads so engorged they were almost purple. From experience, he knew they had to be in great pain by now. They’d been given three pills before they left and hadn’t been able to fuck anyone since then. He remembered how painful his throbbing dick had been when they’d drugged him. He bet as soon as they put them in their own cells, they’d be masturbating like crazy. Even Darren had been reduced to trying.
He pulled the baggie of pills from his pocket. “Open wide.” Crockett wasn’t as amiable as last time, obviously realizing more pills meant more pain. Tuck squeezed his jaw until his mouth popped open, then Darren dropped three pills in his mouth. It took a little wrangling, but they got them down him.
Stepping over to RIP, he told him to open his mouth.
“From the looks of things,” RIP said, “our little cocktail’s still working on you, too. Unless you’re turned on at the sight of my big dick.”
Darren hated the man with the fire of a thousand burning suns, but he would not give the man the quick death he was asking for. He nodded his head and Tulsa repeated his actions from earlier and torqued RIP’s head back, forcing him to open his mouth on a gasp, easily allowing Darren to drop them in his mouth. Also like last time, Tulsa quickly covered both his mouth and nose, forcing RIP to swallow the pills. Once he had them down, he twisted his face free from Tulsa’s grip, growling like a wild animal.
Darren stepped back and instructed his brothers to put each man in his own room. He followed behind as Jed and Tulsa roughly shoved RIP inside. He stumbled before he turned around and saw Darren standing outside the room. “So what’s your plan? Make our dicks so hard they explode?”
He didn’t bother answering the fucker. He let everything he was feeling reveal itself in the form of a sinister, mocking smile. He’d get his revenge. It was just going to take some time. The door slammed shut, cutting off anything further RIP might have wanted to say.
“Let’s have a beer. I’m dying of thirst. We can watch them from upstairs.” Race led the way to the kitchen.
They all trudged up the stairs to grab a drink and settle in for the show. Trick turned the TV with the split screen on, giving them a view into each room. Just as Darren suspected, they hadn’t even made it five minutes before Crockett and RIP were jerking off.
“Good luck with that, fuckers.” Darren took a drink from his beer as he stood next to the couch watching the two men struggle without success. He’d find it downright hilarious if it didn’t bring back so many bad memories.
“How long do you think that’ll go on before they give up?” Jed asked. He’d taken a seat at one end of the couch and was getting comfortable.
“Honestly, I saw the other men held with me go at it for hours. The only thing that stopped them was being so physically exhausted they couldn’t lift their arms.”
Trick and Jackson wandered in with a can of beer in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. Where did they find popcorn? They dropped to the floor in front of the coffee table since the couch was already full.
“Damn. Look at Crockett go,” Tulsa laughed.
“I’m gonna call Kylie. You wanna talk with her, too?” Tuck nudged him with his elbow.
“Yeah. I’ll come talk to her.” It was really late to be calling Kylie. She should be in bed by now, but she wouldn’t care that they woke her up. She would rather hear from them personally, to hear their voices telling her they were okay. He followed him to one of the bedrooms and sat next to him while he put the call through on speaker.
It rang three times before a sleepy Kylie answered with a groggy, “Hello?”
“Baby, it’s me. We’re good. We didn’t want to wake you, but we knew you’d be worried.”
“Thank God,” she whispered. “And Darren? How’s he doing?”
“I’m right here, baby, and I’m doing good.”
“Really?”
“I promise. I’m doing good.” For now, but that could change. Keeping busy had kept his mind off how much his dick was starting to ache. He hoped it continued that way because the only thing that would help was to take the sleeping pills and he refused to do that until he was finished with Crockett and RIP.
“Is he telling me the truth, Tuck?”
“Yeah, baby,” Tuck chuckled. “He looks good. Listen, we were calling to let you know we took a detour on the way back to Redemption. We’ve got some things to take care of so we won’t be home until later today. Preacher and the Horsemen should be almost there if they’re not already. Mav, Lance and Chris are with them. They’re supposed to let you all know we’re good. No one was hurt.”
The sound of sniffling from the other end of the line caught Darren’s attention. “Baby, are you crying?”
“Just a little. I’m just so happy you guys are okay and this is all over. It is all over, right?”
Darren knew what she was asking. “Yes. It’s all over.”
“Thank God.”
“We’re going to let you go for now so you can get back to sleep. Love you, Kylie Jo.” Ever since they were young teenagers living next door to each other, Tuck had always used her first and middle names when addressing her. No one else called her that and it was almost like an endearment between the two of them.
“Love you, too, baby,” Darren added.
“Love you both so much. I can’t wait to see you both tomorrow. Be safe,” Kylie said.
“We will, honey. Bye.” Tuck ended the call. “Now, how are you really? It’s not lost on any of us that you’re in a bit of pain yourself, not just Crockett and RIP.”
Darren stood and walked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not gonna lie. It’s starting to get a little rough now that the fight’s over. It started creeping up on me on the drive here when things were calm and I had time to relax.”
“Do you need to take those pills Bacon gave you?” Tuck remained sitting on the edge of the bed.
“No. They’re sleeping pills and I don’t want to take them until we get ready to leave. I have to finish this with those fuckers before I take them.”
Tuck nodded. “Okay. I get it. I also have something for you.” He stood and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out what looked like a flashlight.
“What’s this for?”
“Twist the top off.”
He should have known by the shit-eating grin on Tuck’s face that things were not as they seemed. He screwed the top off and frowned. “What the fuck?” Definitely not a flashlight. In fact, it kind of looked like a set of lips. Did Tuck have this on him the whole time they’d been shooting it out with the Phantoms? What if he’d been shot and had needed to go to the hospital?
Tuck laughed and clarified. “It’s called a Fleshlight Turbo Thrust. It’s supposed to simulate a blowjob. See, these are supposed to be lips and you stick your?—”
Darren cut him off. “Yeah, I get the idea. Why on Earth would you buy me something like this?”
“I didn’t. Kylie did. She didn’t want you to have to suffer.”
“For fuck’s sake.” He shook his head. He couldn’t believe their woman would buy something like that. He should have known better. If she couldn’t be with him, she’d try and find the next best thing for him. But would he actually use it? With all his brothers in the house?
“Look, if it gets bad enough that it’s going to interfere with your justice, you might want to consider it since you won’t take the sleeping pills until we leave.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “Stay back here. Take your time. Take the edge off. Hopefully, it’ll work.”
“If it doesn’t it’s just going to make things worse.” Eying the thing, he wondered, did he dare?
“Lock the door behind me. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them you’re on the phone with Kylie. They’ll think you’re having phone sex.”
Phone sex? He wasn’t sure that would actually work, either, because it was still technically him trying to get himself off. That made him wonder if this fleshlight Kylie bought him would even work.
“I’m gonna go have a beer.” Tuck hitched a thumb over his shoulder toward the hall. “Lock the door behind me,” he said again, grinning as he pulled the door closed.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He looked at the gadget in his hand and wondered if he was really going to do this. “No fucking way.” He wasn’t that far gone yet. He shoved it in his inner coat pocket and walked out of the room.
Ideally, he would like to have kept Crockett and RIP for seven days like they’d held him. If he wanted to get home to Kylie sooner rather than later, he’d have to rush things along. He entered the living room and stood behind the couch next to Race. What he was seeing brought a smile to his face. Crockett was sitting with his back against the far wall jacking off. The shear frustration and pain on his face brought joy to Darren’s heart. RIP, on the other hand, had apparently given up on the idea of trying to get himself off and was punching the wall over and over, his fist a bloody mess.
“They’ve been putting on quite the show,” Jed told him. “How long do you think you’ll let this go on before we end them?”
“I was thinking I’d give it a couple of hours then I’m going to throw them into the same room and see what happens.”
“No fucking way!” Tulsa’s smile was huge.
“I like how your mind thinks.” Dagger raised a beer toward him from across the room. “Damn fine way to get revenge.”
Race smiled, impressed with his plan. “Gotta say that’s one helluva way to get justice. I like it.”
Darren nodded, happy that the club president and VP were on board. Feeling eyes on him, he turned to find Tuck watching him from across the room. His brows rose in question, no doubt wondering if he’d used the sex gadget. Having followed only a few minutes behind him, Tuck should know that he had not. He rolled his eyes and shook his head anyway for his benefit. God, if any of the brothers knew what was sitting like a hot rock in his pocket, he’d never hear the end of it. They’d all been sympathetic about his predicament, but that wouldn’t stop them from giving him shit about it when this was all over.
Accepting the beer Race handed him and the chair Jed brought in from the kitchen, he settled in to watch the show. Perfect. Now he could be comfortable while he watched things unfold. His attention bounced back and forth from watching the two assholes and flipping through pictures of Kylie on his phone. He desperately wanted to go home, not just because he needed to fuck, but because he missed her like crazy. He’d spent too much time away from her and he needed to be with her.
It was after his third beer he noticed the group sitting on the floor was starting to get a little excited with what they were watching. Darren glanced up at the screen and squinted. Wait a minute. What the hell? He glanced from his bottle to the TV screen and back again, thinking maybe he’d drank more than he thought. Was everyone else seeing what he was seeing? “Is RIP,” he started.
“Trying to suck his own dick?” Jackson finished for him. “Yeah, that’s what he’s doing.”
Thank fuck. It looked like it was time to bring things to a head.
“It’s time.” He set his bottle aside and started for the basement, his brothers trailing behind him. They’d all decided that it would probably be easier to take Crockett from his cell and throw him in with RIP. Crockett wasn’t as big or as heavy as RIP and from what they witnessed, he should be pretty exhausted from working his dick endlessly. Race unlocked and pulled Crockett’s door open, allowing Jed, Tulsa, Dagger and Tuck to swarm inside and easily incapacitate the Phantom president.
“Where the fuck are you taking me?” he demanded as he struggled against their hold. Jed and Dagger had him by the arms with Tulsa and Tuck each taking a leg. None of the men looked too happy about being that close to the other man’s hard, naked cock.
Race moved quickly to open RIP’s door next. Darren was prepared for anything as the door swung open. As he suspected, he caught a glimpse of RIP tensing up like he was going to make a run for the door. He held his gun up and aimed it at the big man. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I won’t shoot to kill you. I’ll shoot your dick and let you figure out how to get off with half of it missing.” RIP must have believed him because he backed up until he had his back against the wall. Tulsa and Tuck released Crockett’s legs so that Jed and Dagger could toss him roughly inside with RIP. Race slammed and locked the door before they all ran upstairs as fast as they could so they didn’t miss the show the two prisoners were more than likely to provide.
“Turn it up. I want to hear what they’re saying to each other.” Dagger took a seat on the arm of the couch. “I bet this doesn’t last long at all.”
“I got $50 that says RIP fucks the old guy first.” Tulsa waved his money in the air.
“I got $50 that says Crockett takes RIP,” Dagger countered, pulling money from his wallet.
“How long do you think it will take them to make a move?” Trick asked.
“I got $20 that says it’ll only take ten minutes for one of them to make the first move,” Tulsa declared.
Everyone placed bets on who would fuck the other first and how quickly they would do it. Darren didn’t get in on the bet. His winnings would come in the form of the two Phantoms succumbing to the effects of the drug and going at each other.
“You have any luck jacking off?” RIP asked Crockett.
“No. You?”
“Fuck no.” RIP ran his hand through his hair while pacing along the back wall. The drug was getting him wound up.
Crockett watched the other man closely from the opposite wall. “I guess this is some kind of karma shit.”
RIP grunted in reply. Whether he agreed or disagreed didn’t really matter. Here they were, reaping what they sowed.
“How much pain are you in?” RIP asked conversationally, like they were discussing the weather or something. Were these guys for real?
“Fifteen out of ten.” Crockett kept clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides.
“Wanna suck my dick?” RIP was only half joking from the way he eyed Crockett.
“Sure, if you suck mine first.”
For these men to even be joking about sucking each other off at this point only confirmed how much pain they must be in right now. They had to be desperate just to get off.
“Things are about to get interesting.” Trick chuckled from his seat on the floor.
“Someone timing this shit?” Tulsa asked.
“On it,” Dagger replied.
“You suck mine first,” RIP pushed. When it looked like Crockett wasn’t totally opposed to the idea, he added, “As hard as I am right now, it won’t take long to come. It’ll be over in no time.”
Crockett frowned and scratched at his chin. Between the two men, Crockett had the bigger dick. Darren would have guessed RIP would’ve been bigger, but it only went to show you things were not always as they seemed. “Fine. I’ll suck you first.”
RIP’s slow blink was almost comical. It happened so fast, they might have missed it if they hadn’t been watching so closely.
Crockett crossed to the middle of the room and dropped to his knees, waiting for RIP to come closer. The younger man had a gleam in his eyes as he stroked his cock. He was enjoying seeing the other man on his knees. He was within a foot of Crockett when he stopped. “No teeth. If you use your teeth, I’ll bite your dick off.”
Crockett nodded his head. RIP stepped up close to him, his hard cock in his hand.
“You know,” RIP started. “Never thought I’d see the day the Phantom Furies president would be on his knees sucking my dick.”
Darren thought the enforcer should have kept that last part to himself.
“Yeah and you never will.” Crockett punched RIP in the balls, doubling him over. He shoved him to the floor onto his stomach and wrapped his arm around RIP’s throat, pulling back hard. He mounted him from behind and there was no mistaking it when he forced his dick into RIP’s ass. The bigger man screamed and bucked, trying to dislodge him.
“Ooooh!” Every Son in the living room groaned and cringed at the invasion.
“One thing you always seem to forget,” Crockett grunted in the other man’s ear. “I’m the president for a fucking reason. I’m the baddest motherfucker in the club. How do you think I got the title?” He thrust harder and faster, over and over, grunting with the effort. RIP’s face was red and screwed up in pain, spit leaking down his chin. Darren bet the fucker had never been at anyone’s mercy before and that alone would enrage RIP. Normally, he wouldn’t condone this kind of torture, but then again he believed in an eye for an eye.
“Son of a bitch! Look at Crockett go!” Jed’s eyes were round. “I can’t believe he’s able to hold RIP down long enough to fuck him.”
Dagger laughed. “Don’t let his smaller size fool you. Crockett’s one of the meanest sons of bitches you’ll ever meet.”
“I don’t think RIP is going to let this slide,” Jackson said. “He’ll want payback once he can get upright again.”
Crockett thrust one more time and held himself buried deep as he groaned loudly. “Fuuuuuck! Goddamn!” Once he was finished he pulled out and flopped to the side, lying on his back and gasping for air.
“Well,” RIP grimaced and panted as he turned over onto his back, “was it worth it?”
“Fuck yeah. I feel like I can breathe again.” Crockett must have been completely addled in the head from coming so hard after being denied for so long, otherwise, he would have anticipated RIP’s next move.
The bigger man moved with more speed than Darren would have expected. He was up on his knees and hovering over Crockett. He threw a punch to the other man’s jaw so hard, it left Crockett disoriented. Because of his swift move, he was able to flip Crockett to his stomach to return the favor. He thrust into Crockett’s ass, wringing a string of screamed curse words from his president. He looped his big bicep around Crockett’s throat and applied pressure. “You might be a badass motherfucker, but you’re old and weak and I’m going to fuck your cold dead ass.” With that he positioned one hand on his forehead and the other beneath his chin then jerked violently to the side, snapping his neck. True to his word, RIP fucked Crockett’s dead ass until he threw his head back and screamed his release.
“Wow. Just. Wow.” Tuck’s eyes were as wide as Jed’s.
“Did not see that coming,” Jackson stated what everyone was thinking.
After a few stunned moments of silence so everyone could wrap their heads around what just went down, Race asked, “Who won?”
“Dagger won when he picked Crockett to fuck RIP first as well as picking the closest time it would take.” Tulsa shook his head and laughed as he handed over his money. “He’s got to be the luckiest son of a bitch.”
Race turned to Darren. “You good?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let’s go downstairs and finish it.” Race led the way back to the basement this time.
Tuck opened the door to find RIP standing over Crockett’s body, his arms out to his sides with a crazed huge ass smile on his face. “Last man standing.”
Darren didn’t respond. Standing just inside the door, he raised his gun and put a perfect bullet hole right in his forehead. The big man dropped like a sack of potatoes, landing on top of Crockett. It was over. Finally, he’d gotten his justice for what they’d put him through and for shooting and almost killing Tuck. Maybe he should have let Tuck have the final shot, but his friend seemed to know he needed this. That’s what best friends were for; to have your back in everything. A huge weight felt like it had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt lighter than he had in weeks.
“All right, now take your pills and get in the car,” Race ordered.
“I still have to clean this up.” Darren frowned. He’d made the mess, he should be the one to clean it up.
“No. You need to take your pills and get in the car. Dagger, Jed, Jackson and Trick are going to take care of this. You need to get home to Kylie.” He patted him on the shoulder. “Come on. I’ll get you home.”
Darren didn’t know what to think. He shouldn’t be surprised that his whole club had been there for him, going along with whatever he needed to do to find peace. This right here was but one example of why he’d become a brother in the Sons of Redemption MC.
“Here.” Tuck tapped a bottle of water on Darren’s arm.
Nodding his head in thanks, he took the water and downed both pills. With any luck he’d sleep the whole ride back to Redemption, waking up only when they arrived back at the clubhouse. The first thing he was going to do was track Kylie down and fuck her like crazy.