Chapter 11
Tap,tap!
Someone knocks on the window of my La Voiture Noire.
“Open up, playboy, I just wanna talk.”
It’s not Ember.
“Five minutes. I just need to put on some clothes. Please.”
Hearing Ember Everett beg is a sound as sweet as hearing her choke. But glancing at the clock on my dash tells me she’s past her limit and Ember disrespecting my time just won’t fly.
Tap, tap!
Closing my eyes, I let out a deep breath. This isn’t the first time someone’s knocked on my car window. The crackheads wanted a quick payday. Gangsters wanted more. I’m already down five grand, but this guy with the bat looks like he wants more than money.
He smiles, a row of gold shining on his bottom teeth. Putting the window down an inch, I lean over so he can hear me. “I’ll give you five hundred dollars to leave me alone.”
He laughs. The small Roman numeral tattoo under his eye and the camo pants hanging off his ass tells me this guy’s ready for war. “Your ride. I want it.”
Now I’m laughing. “No.”
“Alright, playa.” He swings that bat back and that’s all it takes to have me out the car and his black shirt around my fist. Slamming his body against the black paint, he laughs again. “You think you can come to The Valley in that and not get your shit jacked? How delusional do they have you in The Hill, Daddy’s Boy?”
Guys from The Valley are as bad as guys from The Hill; all fucking talk.
He has a firm hold on the bat when I grab it. But once it’s in my hand, I flip it before showing this idiot a smile of my own. “Wanna see how delusional we can get?”
“Angelo!” Ember’s voice comes from behind me before something pulls at my shirt. “Mac, get off him!”
“You know this idiot?” Angelo and I respond in unison.
“Emmy,” he follows, looking beyond me. ”Tell me you don”t know this guy.”
Emmy?
Another tug on my shirt distracts me enough for Angelo to push me off.
“Get away from him,” she warns. “Go home.”
“The fuck you doing with a corny dude like this?” Angelo’s about my height, slim but I felt muscle. Moving my eyes to Ember, twenty minutes has her a little more dolled up than usual. Is that mascara? Blush? Her outfit doesn’t surprise me, fit for spring in that artsy t-shirt and bomber jacket. But that black pleated skirt shows off those thick thighs I want to sink my teeth into until I draw blood.
She grabs Angelo’s hand, pulling him away. They exchange words as I pull out a cigarette, but I keep my eye on him. He looks like what you’d expect from Paradise Hill. A thug.
“Oh, Emmy,” Angelo says. Yes, I’m eavesdropping. “This guy might be as psychotic as you are.” They walk towards the sidewalk and my muscles tighten as she laughs at the fucker who tried to smash my windows.
What’s their deal?
What’s their history?
“Don’t waste my time, Ember,” I call.
She looks back with a glare before Angelo calls out, “Don’t come back ‘round here, this ain’t your Paradise.” He pulls his own cigarette out the back of his pocket, and a group of boys just like him joins him as they walk away.
“Let’s go,” she says, moving to the passenger door. But I wait until Angelo and his friends are out of sight before I deal with her. I don’t miss when he looks back with a wink as I suck back the rest of my cig. “You can thank me for saving your ass later.”
Fuck that guy.
Climbing into the driver’s seat, my nostrils flare, her scent taking over. I’ve never had a girl in my ride. And if I ever would, I never thought it would be Ember Everett. “Should’ve known you fuck guys like that being from a place like this.” The car rumbles when I start it.
“We”re not fucking,” she replies. ”He”s my friend. Since kindergarten.”
“Who tried to steal my car.” Pulling my sunglasses out of their Cartier case, I glance around for any sign of Angelo before slipping them on. “You fuck your friends?” They’ve definitely fucked.
“Are you surprised he tried to steal your car?” She dodges my last question. “You parked your… spaceship in the middle of one of the shittiest streets in The Valley.”
Pulling off the curb, I’m ready to get the fuck out of this dump.“Be late again and?—”
“You’ll kill me.” She reaches for something by her feet. “Why do you have art supplies?”
“They’re not mine,” I respond, moving into traffic. “They’re yours.”
“Are you bribing me?”
Speeding up, I merge onto the highway. “The school wants us to do a mural.”
“With you? I don’t want to spend another minute with you, McKinsley.”
“Not even in the shower?” The car gets warmer as her cheeks redden. My hand falls to her bare thigh. “I know I can convince you.”
She pushes my hand away. “Only if it’s with a wad of cash.”
“Fine, five thousand dollars.” Cash? That’s easy. “I’ll give you five grand to do this mural.”
“Really?”
“I’m a man of my word.”
A small smile pulls at her freckled face. “Deal.”
Silence takes over as I high-tail it out of The Valley. Keeping Father happy and Ember in line is easier than I thought.
“Hey, Mac…” Turning to Ember, her eyes stay fixed on the road, her hand coming to her seatbelt in a tight grip. “Can… can you let me out?”
“Unless it’s to bend you over this beauty and make you remember to be on time, no.”
“Mac, I need you to let me out.”
“Unless you also need my cock down your greedy throat, I said no.”
She reaches for the door, scratching at my leather like a feral cat. “Let me out.”
“No. And don’t fuck up the interior or I’ll find a way to make you pay me back.”
“Pull over!” Her head whips to me as she braces the belt again.
“No.” I press hard on the gas. She’s not going anywhere.
“Mac.”
Throwing on some music to drown her out, Bauhaus’ “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” does the trick. A big gust of wind blows my sunglasses off my face. Looking at the passenger side, Ember’s door hangs open.
For fuck’s sake.
Making sure there are no cars behind me, I hit the brakes. “Hey!” I try to get her attention as she scrambles to unbuckle her belt. “What the fuck, Everett?”
Hopping out of the driver’s seat, I’m quick towards her as she climbs out. Cars speed by us as I reach for her shoulders.
“Just where the fuck do you think you’re going?” She falls against my chest, her collapse startling me. She shakes, her body shivering as my body stills. Her chest against mine, her heartbeat feels like she’s on a pile of the good stuff. “Get it the fuck together.”
“I can’t be in that car.” She looks up with blurry eyes. “Not with you. Not after?—”
“You drive.”
Her head jerks back. “Wh-what?”
“You drive. Are you deaf or just stupid?” She frowns. I smirk, tilting my head to my ride. “Get in the car, Everett.”
“Mac, I?—”
“You go this. Now get in the fucking car, Emmy or I’ll tell everyone the girl who shot me let me play with her wet pussy in her shitty trailer park right after we left a kid to drown in?—”
“Fine!” She storms to the driver’s seat and… hell, she’s actually gonna do it.
Another cigarette helps me settle into the passenger seat of my own ride. I don’t let anybody handle my babies, but I need her back at school. So I sure as hell hope she knows how to drive.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, she adjusts the wheel and mirrors before gliding the seat forward. But that’s not enough to calm me. Reaching into the leather duffel by the art supplies at my feet, I find something that brings more peace.
Click!
“Mac!”
Click!
“Since you’re the first person other than me driving this thing, I’ll need some collateral,” I respond, tugging on the chain to ensure it’s secure.
“Enlighten me,” she says. “How is cuffing me to your car supposed to calm me?”
“It’s not,” I say, reaching into the duffel again. “But this is.”
Lifting her shirt exposes a black sports bra over her full breasts. “Mac?” It’s easy to ignore her as her tits bounce out of her bra when I pull up the fabric. They look as soft as they feel. “What the hell are you—” A gasp cuts off her words when a clamp pinches her already hardened nipple.
Glancing at her, I don’t miss when she bites her lip as I clamp the other. It’s the same way she responded to how I pinched and pulled them last night. “This’ll keep you in check.”
“You really are a maniac,” she says, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks.
“Drive,” I demand, tugging on the chain connecting the clamps.
She squirms in her seat as she drives back onto the road, her shirt lifted above her clamped tits. Watching those perky nipples harden every time I tug does something to me too, the big guy hardening between my legs. Whenever she tenses up, one little pull turns her to putty. And every gasp makes me harden more.
Her eyes glance at my crotch as I pull tighter on the clamps. “Want to pull over and deal with this?”
Her hands grip tight to the wheel, her nail beds white. “Mac, you’re a psycho.”
“Say my name again, baby,” A groan leaves my lips and rubbing my crotch only makes the heat within me worse.
“Maniac.”
“Angelo seems to think you’re as psychotic as I am.” My hand drops between her legs, her choice of outfit making it easy to cup her crotch. Her damp panties press against my palm, a smirk coming to my face. “Guess it takes one to know one.”
“Mac, you’re?—”
“Calming you in the best way I know how, Butterfly.” Her grip on the wheel loosens as I rub my finger against her slit. “I know what you like, don’t I?” A small moan leaves her as I tug on the clamps again, my cock thickening under my slacks. “Whatever Angelo did, you know I can do it better.” Her head whips to me and I tug on the clamps again. “Eyes on the road, Everett.”
“Are you jealous of Angelo?” she asks before two of my fingers plunge into her. She’s wetter than I imagined, my fingers covered in her juices. Angelo’s right and I know it. She’s insane.
You are too.
I chuckle, “There’s nothing for me to be jealous about. He’s the one who’ll have to live with the fact that I’m finger fucking his ex in my Bugatti.”
“I—fuck.” She starts to speak but her words trail when my fingers curl inside her, her legs widening for me.
“Did he fuck you?”
“Why do you care?”
My free hand comes to her throat when she stops at a light in front of the school. “Did. He. Fuck. You?”
She looks me in my eyes as my fingers stop. “Yes.” Pulling my fingers out, I taste her on my tongue, staring right into those bloodstones. She tastes sweeter than I thought a girl from The Valley would. A sweetness takes over my tastebuds, like Fun Dip.
“Whore.” Her brows furrow at my response before I instruct her where to park. When she does, I lean over, releasing those reddened nipples from their clasps. “A whore that can be a good girl for me.” She glances around as I uncuff her. “What? You got a problem being seen with a Crown?”
“I have a problem being seen with you.”An officer passes the car, my eyes following him.
Shit.
Ember’s words fade as I notice the influx of cops around the main building.
“What? No stupid comeback?” she asks. “No remark about throwing me on your hood and spanking me like a bad girl?”
Scanning the front of campus, I already spot ten cops roaming about.
“Ohh, shit. Mac?” Glancing at Ember, she’s caught on. “Do you think?—”
My phone chimes, cutting off her words. Looking at the screen, it’s the last thing I want to see.
Lucifer: get here now
“I have to go.” Reaching for the passenger door, I give her my next command. “Get out.”
Her brows lower. “I thought we had a project to work on.”
“Start without me.” Opening the driver’s door, warmth hits me when I take her hand, pulling her out. “Go to the rink.”
She adjusts her shirt, her cheeks still flushed with red. Her voice lowers to a whisper before she asks, “What about the police?”
“Keep your head down. Head straight to the rink.” Her body stiffens as she looks around, the colour draining from her face. “Don’t answer any questions.”
“Mac, wait.” She stops me from getting into the car again as my phone rings.
Jaw clenched, I push her out of the way. “Do what I say, or get locked up”
“Mac, please,” she begs, her trembling palms slamming against the window when I close the door. “I don’t want to do this alone.”
Grabbing the materials at the foot of the passenger’s seat, I lower the window, pushing it out. “Should’ve stayed in The Valley.”