Fifteen
W hat a fucking nightmare. Another week had passed. Another fucking week, with no news on who the bitch was. We’d kept the other woman here, I mean, what else could we do with her? We couldn’t free her. She was an accomplice to rape and murder, and she would have a chance to warn off the other bitch.
I’d stayed away, but I knew that Reacher was spending time with her, questioning her, learning everything he could. Her name was Alicia, and she had been helping her out for four months. Four months of finding poor unsuspecting men, and dragging them to a lair to be raped. Half of them probably just thought they got blind drunk, and slept with some random bird and went home.
If she hadn’t dumped me where she had, we might have assumed I’d just had a skinful, and woken up somewhere random after a good shag.
By dumping me outside the clubhouse, she proved two things. One, she knew exactly who I was, and who we were. And two, something other than the norm had happened, because I woke up on the pavement outside our clubhouse. If I’d been out drinking with the boys, they’d have seen me to my room. If I’d been off and shagged some girl, I’d have woken at her place, and come back.
I was back to work, helping with the next drug shipments, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed that I wasn’t back to myself just yet.
“Wanna get a few drinks later? Do a couple of the club girls?” That was Has-Been. My other date that night. Wow, a few weeks ago. It had dragged like hell, but somehow still felt like it had gone fast.
“Uh… nah, I’m gonna get some sleep.”
He shot me a sidelong glance, his long blond dreads hanging over his face.
“Yeah, you’ve said that every night this week, brother. You know Chrissy’s gagging for you to fuck her. She misses you.”
Yeah, and I missed my fucking cock, and being able to fuck a girl. I shot him a glare.
“Well, I’ve got stuff to do. You do her. You’ve always liked Chrissy.”
He smirked. “Well… you know… I can still get dates based on my pretty face.” He had been a child actor, because of his baby faced looks. He’d never really grown out of them, even though he tried to look tough with the hair and the tats, and his ever increasing collection of piercings.
He always kept his face clean shaven though, so girls could still recognise him. His road name, Has-Been, was a nod to the fact that he’d been a star, you know, until he’d suddenly hit his late teens, and nobody wanted to hire a baby-faced adult. Poor guy.
“Brother… we can go out somewhere else, if you’re bored with here.” He wasn’t getting it. He was one of the many who hadn’t been privy to what had happened, short of being at the bar and seeing me leave with the MILF. He figured I just got laid and took a bunch of drugs, even though he should know me well enough to know I never ever did that shit.
“Has… look… I just need to get some shit done on my own, yeah? I’ll come out with you guys at the weekend. We’ll paint the town red, or whatever colour is in right now. I’ll even do my best not to beat up any pricks in the street.”
He snorted. “Well, you know… don’t rule out everything. We still need to have fun.” Yeah. His idea of fun would be beating the crap out of some guy, especially a homophobe. We all knew Has-Been would fuck anything, any gender, any fucking persuasion. Hell… he even racked up the occasional DILF.
I saw Reacher heading past, as we were parking the van back up, having been to collect a small shipment, and delivered it to our packaging site, for it to be repackaged up for dealers. He’d probably been with the caged MILF. I wanted to know how much longer he planned to keep her. Actually, I wanted to know a lot of things.
“Brother, I need to see the Pres. You good here?” Has-Been waved me off, so I hopped down from the van, and ran after my president.
“Reacher?” He stopped in his tracks. He’d been heading from the clubhouse to the security shack by the entrance.
“Yeah. All go okay?”
I nodded. “It’s with despatch.” He nodded back at me.
“Good job. What’s up?”
I glanced back the way he’d come.
“You been in with the MILF?”
He glared at me briefly. “ Alicia . Yes. She’s been filling me in on everything she can, to do with the bitch.”
“It’s been a week, Pres. How much more can she possibly know? When are you getting rid of her?”
He shrugged, avoiding my eyes for some reason.
“When it’s time. It’s not time yet.”
“Are you fucking her?”
His hand closed around my throat so fast, that I almost staggered away from him, except for that grip.
“Remember your fucking place, kid. What I do, and who I do it with, is none of your damn business. Now get the hell out of my sight.”
“Jesus, Pres.” I pulled at his hand, and he released me, making me stagger after all.
“Look, don’t go making assumptions about anything. We’re still trying to find this bitch for you, and it takes time. I’m not killing her, until I know that there’s absolutely nothing more we can learn from her.”
It made sense when he put it like that.
“Christ, I’m sorry. I’m just being an asshole.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he muttered in response. “Now I need to go talk to the prospects about the security rota. You gonna bugger off now, and leave me to it?”
“Look… I’m not sleeping great right now, so if you need me to cover any shifts…”
He waved me away. “Get out of here. You’ll sleep just fine, once we find the bitch.”
And so I found myself at a loss again. It was the thing that led me to get on my bike, and get the hell out of there for a while. Alone .
I probably shouldn’t have gone out alone, but I was more than capable of looking after myself. That one night was not indicative of my normal life. I didn’t normally get forced into situations like that. I just didn’t.
The weirdest thing was what happened when I ended up back at that place. The room. The squat. The place where she did what she did.
I saw the place had been trashed even more since I’d last been there. The bed stripped, and most of the things from the room missing. I could see now that there had been cameras up. There were visible wires hanging down, where she’d retrieved them, or maybe they’d been stolen.
There was nothing new to learn here. I probably spent a good ten minutes, standing against the wall in there, trying to get my brain to remember any detail that might help me work out who she was. It was frustrating as hell.
Nothing had come back, over two damn weeks. Just those brief flashes of red hair, plum lips, plum nails, and pain, as she clawed my chest. I couldn’t even really feel the sex. Those flashes of memory were all about the pain. And the dreams, Jesus, the dreams . My mind clearly chose to fill in the blanks. She’d been a demon. A cannibal. She’d peeled the flesh from my chest and eaten it, while she fucked me. She’d torn my throat out. Torn my cock off. She’d devoured me, while I lay alive and screaming.
And… yeah… there were the other dreams. The ones where I was with her, and I was aware, and I was willingly fucking her. It was bizarre. Messed up. And those were the kind of dreams a man normally woke from with a boner, but not me. Still dead as a fucking doornail.
I remembered the video clips she’d sent, closing my eyes as they played in my mind. Would that be all I could ever remember? And it wasn’t a memory of experiencing anything. It was a memory of something I’d seen. Like a YouTube video that wouldn’t leave my mind.
And that’s when I realised my cock had just twitched in my pants. Because of what? Being here? Thinking about her? Jesus Christ. Maybe there was a new level of fucked up that I hadn’t reached yet. I stalked outside, determined to get the hell away from this place, and whatever fucked up damage it was doing to me.
There was something sitting on my bike . More accurately, taped to my bike; a phone. I didn’t touch it, because as much as I wanted to get that fucking tape off my paintwork, I had to be smart. I spent a good few minutes checking out that alleyway, walking in both directions, checking the windows out that looked down into this alley. It would make sense if she could see from a window, and that’s how she’d known I was here. Had she been here this whole time? Had she watched us go in there last time?
The phone started to ring, so I threw caution to the wind, and answered it.
“Yeah.”
“I wondered if you’d come back, lover.” Her voice was husky, low, like she was trying to mask how it sounded.
I swallowed, still looking all around me. “Guess I couldn’t stay away.” Her voice was oddly enticing, and I really didn’t want to find a damn thing about her even remotely pleasant. So why did my dick twitch again?
“I was hoping to see you again,” she practically whispered.
“I’m right here. Come out from wherever you’re hiding.” I kept looking around, certain I’d catch a flash of red hair in a dark corner or something.
“You don’t sound like you really mean that.”
I heaved a sigh. “Guess I should be glad I’m still breathing, right?”
She made a sound, but was it shock? Anger? Sorrow?
“He was weak. That wasn’t my fault.”
I straddled my bike, needing something to hold me upright, because talking to her was actually making me feel shaky. Pathetic .
“Giving him a cocktail of narcotics, and pushing his heart rate up to dangerous levels, wasn’t your fault? Did he choose them? No, of course he didn’t. That’s not how you roll, is it, sweetheart?”
I wanted her to appear from somewhere. I’d coax her away from her hiding place, and I’d bring her closer to me. I dug out my own phone, and sent a text to Ice. I wanted to know if he could trace this call, or do anything to help me work out where she was.
He responded asking for the number, so I checked the phone. Fuck. It just said, ‘unknown number’.
“What are you doing?” She asked suddenly, and why would she ask that? Could she fucking see me?
“What do you think I’m doing?”
She cursed. “You’ve gone suspiciously quiet. Don’t bother trying to alert any of your brothers. I’m nowhere near you right now.”
“I think you are. I think you can see me right now. I think that’s what’s getting you off. Knowing yet again that you can see me, and I can’t see you. It’s pathetic, really. I mean, there has to be something wrong with you that you think no man will want you. That’s why you do it, right?”
She fell silent.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” she finally replied, forgetting to whisper for a moment. Jesus, my cock was starting to fucking harden in my pants. How was she doing this to me?
“So why won’t you let me see you? You want to ride my cock, I’m right the fuck here. I’ll do you right on my bike, right here. I’ll fill you up with my cock, and fuck your brains out. But I gotta be a bit closer than this. I mean, I’m big… but not that big, you feel me?”
She… what the fuck … she giggled.
“Oh you’re definitely big. I could feel you the day after. I felt bruised inside, from how hard your cock rammed into me, when I rode you. It was delicious.”
Jesus Christ. I’m talking to my rapist, and sporting my first fucking boner since that night. I’m fucked in the head.
“I’m hard,” I blurted, and she laughed.
“I wish I could see it. Hell, I wish I could feel it.”
“Come out here, and I’ll let you feel it.”
She sighed. “Go back into the room.”
I glanced around again. “The only way you’d know I’m not in there is if you’re watching me, darlin’. Where are you?”
“The phone was taped to your bike, silly boy. That’s how I know you’re outside.”
Fuck. But she must be nearby to be able to get it there, and to know to ring it when I stood beside it.
“I think you’re bullshitting me. You wanna see my cock? I’ll get it out right here.”
She made a low moaning sound.
“I want you to go back in that room, and stroke your cock while you talk to me. I want us to get off, while we can hear each other’s voices.”
“Well, unfortunately I prefer my sex in person, darlin’, oh and conscious . So it seems we don’t agree on this shit.”
“I’m touching myself already. You’re the only one not getting satisfaction from this call,” she whispered, and something inside me weakened. I got back off my bike, and strolled back into that room. The room where she did what she did. To me. And now… now I was in there again, with a rock hard cock, and her in my ear.
I closed the door and leaned against it, rubbing my hand over the front of my jeans. Jesus. Just the fact that my cock was working again had taken a huge weight off my shoulders.
“Are you jerking yourself off?” She whispered, and I snorted.
“Shoulda left your cameras up, sweetheart. You’d have been able to watch.”
She was cursing under her breath, and I liked it. I liked to hear her frustration, when things didn’t go the way she wanted them. I unzipped my jeans, popping the button, and slid my hand inside, easing my cock free of my underwear. Yeah, I wear that stuff now thanks to her. All the damn time.
Jesus, it was like steel. I was pretty sure if I blew my load right now, I’d paint the fucking walls with my cum.
I wrapped my hand around it, and uttered a low moan, because it felt fucking good.
“Yes… stroke yourself for me. Picture me being the one touching you.”
“With the plum coloured nails,” I muttered, and she laughed.
“ Yes . I mean, not now, but I did! You remembered me!”
“Shut up about that night. Tell me what you’re doing to yourself.” If I’m letting this bitch do this, then I need to do it my way.
She’d moaned again at my tone, then I heard her make a hissing sound.
“I’m sliding my fingers inside my pussy, and I’m teasing my clit. Your voice is very sexy. It’s making me want your cock again.”
I groaned, my cock jerking in my hand. It shouldn’t be turning me on. It shouldn’t be making me hard. It shouldn’t be having any effect on me. She shouldn’t. She was the one who broke me in the first place.
“Tell me how hard you are. Is your cock jerking in your hand? Are you stroking him good? I stroked him for you. I ran my hand over his silken head, and I sucked him deep inside me. I can still remember your taste. I wish I could taste you now.”
My cock was already pulsing in my hand. I was way too close already.
“You know exactly where I am right now, woman. All you need to do is come in here, and I’ll rail you so fucking hard, we’ll break what’s left of this bed. You’ll feel me for days.”
She made another moaning sound.
“My god… I’m so close. I’ve been thinking about you all the time. Wanting to see you again, wanting to feel you again. This isn’t enough. I want you deep inside me again.”
I let out a curse, as my cock suddenly went off, spurting way too much fucking cum all over my hand, and the front of my jeans.
“Bastard,” I muttered, thankful for the door I was leaning against, because my legs felt shaky after that. My heart was racing, and all I could think was, thank fuck for that. I jerked off and I fucking came; and it wasn’t broken, after all .
“Was it good for you, baby?” She suddenly whispered, and I felt a shudder run through me. It had been hot as fuck, and I blew fucking hard, and like I thought, there was way too much cum after me storing it up for damn near two weeks. But now I felt dirty. Cheap .
I felt like the biggest fucking idiot. She’d played me yet again. She had some kind of control over my cock, and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Was this the last time? Or would she find me again? I mean, she clearly knew where I fucking lived.
“What’s your name?” She whispered, because I hadn’t replied to her last question.
“Ryder.” Why the fuck did I just tell her that? Fuck!
“I like it. Is it a road name?”
She knew too much about bikers, and I didn’t like that either.
“What do you know about that?”
She sighed. “I saw Sons of Anarchy . I always thought it was hot, how they have funny names, and have all these rules for the way they live.” Yeah, clearly she doesn’t live by any decent fucking rules.
Fucking SoA again though. Every chick thought they knew what to expect from us, because they’d seen that damn show.
“Let me ask you something, darlin’.”
“ Tori ,” she said, before I could speak. Jesus, her name?
“What?”
“You were going to ask my name in return. It’s Tori.” It was kinda pretty, but for fuck’s sake, that’s not the point. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to asshole up.
“Yeah, wasn’t interested in your name, bitch. I actually wanted to ask you why the fuck you’d mess with a biker, if you saw that show? You know a lot of us are criminals, yeah? Dangerous? Violent? We aren’t the kinda people you mess with.”
She practically moaned again. “She chose you, not me, but once I had you, it was like I’d found something special.”
Bitch . Sitting there talking to me like I’m some fucking date.
“Why don’t you come to the clubhouse to see me? I’ll take you to my bed, and make you take my cock all night.”
She sounded like she stopped breathing for a moment.
“Did you even get off, while you were sliding those slutty fingers inside your pussy?”
“I… yes… I should go now.”
Fuck. I couldn’t let her leave. What if I never heard from her again? And of course, I mean because I need my revenge. That’s the only damn reason. I think .
“Tori?”
I heard her breath catch in her throat.
“Yes, Ryder?”
“Think about it. Seeing me again, I mean. I won’t tell the others. It’ll be just you and me, but this time I want to be aware. I want to see, and feel, and taste, and touch every part of you. I want to make you scream as you come. I want to watch you, as you fist the sheets, and writhe beneath me. You think riding my cock was good, you have no fucking idea how good it’d be with me conscious. I know you’ve been thinking about me. About that. Oh, and I’m keeping this phone. I won’t tell my Pres, or the others. You call me when you’re ready.”
Before I could rethink that, or make any other stupid suggestions, I ended the call, sliding the phone into my pocket, beside my own. My breathing had calmed down, but my heart still raced.
What the actual fuck did I just do? And how do I keep this from them? Should I? Or should I do what any sensible person would do, and go straight to Reacher, and hand over the phone, so Ice can do whatever the fuck it is that he does, so we can find her.
Jesus. Ice!
I pulled my own phone out of my pocket, having vaguely noticed it vibrating now and then, while I was jerking off.
Ice : I need her number, dickwad.
Ice : Come on, man. I’m not sitting here with my thumb up my ass.
Ice : Ry? What the fuck? Do you need backup?
There was a missed call too, and as I stared at my phone it rang again, nearly scaring me into dropping it.
“Yeah.”
“For fuck’s sake, man! You have any idea how fucking annoying it is, waiting around like I have nothing better to do?” Ice was pissed, situation normal.
I cleared my throat, turning and pulling the door open.
“Yeah, man. Sorry about that. I uh… I was still on the phone with her.”
He cursed. “Wait… so you were really on the phone with the bitch?”
Oddly, I wasn’t overly keen on him calling her that. Tori. Her name was Tori.
“Uh… I’ll fill you in when I get back.” I ended the call, and grabbed my helmet, straddling my bike, and getting back on the road. I should have told him not to tell anyone, but the chances were that he’d already done that when he didn’t hear back from me.
Time to head into a major shitstorm.