Chapter 3
Tristan
Oh, Little Nun. Little does she know I’ve been down here painting her all fucking day. I can’t get her face out of my head, and that’s a bad, bad thing. I know I can’t touch her. I don’t want to either, but fuck is she gorgeous and tempting as hell.
I spin the painting around and set it back up on my easel, then step back and take a look at it. It’s perfect. Same pouty lips. Same dark hair. Same face I want to ruin, but I won’t. Mom’s happy, and that’s all I could ask for. That’s all I ever wanted for her. A religious husband? Yeah, that wasn’t on my bingo card, but as long as he treats her right, that’s all I care about, and so far, he has.
I stare at her picture far longer than I should before putting the finishing touches on it. A little black rose in her hand, and it’s complete.
I see Ash. I see she’s hiding things from everyone around her. I would know a wounded soul when I see one. I’ve had one for a very long time.
I finish what I’m doing and clean up before grabbing a shirt and heading up the stairs. I lock the basement door behind me so no one goes down there and sees what I’ve done. It’s none of their fucking business.
I head out the door, grab my helmet, jump on my bike, and take off. I weave through the streets and down the back alleys to get to the party. When I arrive, I’m greeted by my best friend, Rod.
“You made it.”
“Don’t I always,” I tell him. He laughs, and we fist bump before I follow him inside. This weekend is all about having fun, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
We walk down the dark staircase until we reach the bottom. That’s where the party picks up. Lights are flashing, people are dancing, and the music is thumping. It’s not my typical music, but I like all kinds.
I follow Rod to the back, where a few of our other friends sit and join them.
“How’s the married life?” Andy chuckles.
“I wouldn’t know. They aren’t married yet. Two weeks. But the house is pretty nice,” I reply.
“Not with you in it,” Rod adds, causing me to laugh.
“Already started on the basement,” I tell him.
“No shit? What’d you paint?”
“The same thing.” They all know my love of fallen angels.
“So, the new sister?” Andy asks as he passes me the joint. I bring it to my lips and inhale.
“She isn’t bad looking. Bible thumper,” I answer.
“No fucking way.”
“Oh yeah. Her dad is big time into that shit.”
“And you’re the unholy one,” he adds, causing me to laugh once more.
“Something like that.” I sit back and pass a joint around as the music keeps playing. Eventually, we order some drinks and the night truly gets going. The only time I truly feel free of my demons is when I’m drunk and high. I know a lot of people use that as an excuse, but not me. It’s the truth.
I tip my head back when I feel hands on my thighs, and when I lift my head and look down, I see Amber on her knees between my legs.
“Long time no suck,” she says as she smiles up at me.
“By all means.” I motion to my hardening cock. She licks her lips and unzips my jeans, and I lift to help her get them down. Then she’s licking the tip of my cock before sucking it down her throat.
Amber and I have a strange relationship, if that’s what you’d even call it. We fuck around but with no strings attached. I guess it’s that friends with benefits shit people are always talking about. For me? She’s a fuck when I need it. Like now. Because all I can think about is those light brown fucking eyes and those pouty lips.
I groan as Ash’s face flashes in my head. My doc is going to have a fun time with this one. You see, I become obsessed with things. Things I can’t control and I have a bad feeling Ash is going to be one of those things.
Amber keeps bobbing her head up and down, and I groan as she takes me deep into her throat. She reaches up and grabs my balls in her hand, and that’s about all I can deal with right now. I shoot my cum down the back of her throat, watching her as she gags to try and swallow it all. I almost feel bad for her, almost.
Instead, I keep fucking coming, and she keeps fucking taking. When she’s done, she pulls back and lifts her skirt.
“In a minute,” I tell her knowing she wants my cock inside her. She huffs out a breath and turns to walk away, and I let her. I don’t need her on me right this minute.
“You turned her down?”
“She just sucked my cock. She’ll be fine.” Andy laughs harder.
“You’re so fucked. So, what’s been up with you besides the move? Haven’t seen you around much,” Andy says.
“Been busy with work. You should see the fucking sculpture I’m working on now. The guy even gave me a fucking nude model to sculpt.”
“You’re shitting me?” I shake my head.
“Nope. She’s hot, too. Not my type, but still, she has a nice fucking body on her. This sculpture is going to come out great,” I tell him.
“They all do. In fact, my dad wants to talk to you about doing one for him.”
“Of what? Satan?” I chuckle.
“Probably some sick shit like that. You against it?” he asks, and I shake my head once more.
“Fuck no. I’d love to sculpt that. Just have him call me.” He nods his head, passes another joint around, and I grab it in my fingers.
“Shit,” Rod hisses from next to me. I turn my head to see what he’s pissed about when I see him. I start to shove out of my chair, but Rod shoves me back down.
“Let him come over here first, Tristan.”
“Fuck him. He shouldn’t even be here. Why is he here?” I ask, anger evident in my tone.
“I don’t know. He knows no one wants him around.” We watch as he fists bumps a few people before turning his gaze on us. I pass the joint off to Andy and crack my knuckles, ready for this fight.
The punk, Shane, starts toward us with a smile on his ugly face. When he’s close enough I stand and watch as he walks over.
“What do you want?”
“To party like everyone else.”
“This isn’t your place, Shane.”
“Come on, Tristan. Let that shit go.” I glance over at Andy and Rod, smiling as I drag my gaze back to Shane’s.
Then, before he has the chance to respond or move, I swing. I punch the fucker right in the jaw, causing him to stumble back into Rod. Rod shoves him back in my direction, and I hit the bastard again. He starts to fight back, hitting me. I’m ready for the fight. I’ve waited a long time for this day.
Fists fly before we’re pulled apart. I know it’s the club’s security, but with all the beef we have with this prick, I know they won’t bother me. When we’re forced apart, they stare him down.
“You don’t belong here,” One of them tells him as I smirk at him.
“Didn’t I tell you that?” I ask him.
“Fuck you, Tristan! This isn’t over.”
“Not until your hot blood is spilled all over my hands, it isn’t. You got that part right,” I warn him.
“You think you can kill me?” He sneers at me.
“You think you could kill Jimmy and not have that shit come back on you? There’s a place and a fucking time, Shane. And your time is coming.” I can see the anger in his eyes, but he knows this shit isn’t over, not by a long shot. He took a life, and the only way to repay that is by taking his. But with everything, the time has to be right. I can’t draw too much attention to myself, and I don’t. I keep a low profile and do what needs to be done, and just like with all things, this is worth waiting for.
The security drags his ass out of the club as we all watch and grin at him. He’s pissed, we can all see it, but he killed a good friend of ours, and I’ll repay that debt at some point.
“Fuck, I can’t believe he showed up here,” Rod grumbles as I grab another beer and bring it to my lips.
“Me either. Stupid fuck.”
“He’s going to get what’s coming, Tristan.”
“I know he is. By my fucking hands.”
“We’re all here to help with that shit,” Andy adds.
“No. He’s mine and mine alone. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my goddamn life,” I tell the two of them.
The night wears on, and the more I smoke, the more I want to fly. There’s something wrong in this head of mine. Has been for a long time. No one can figure me out. No one knows what it is. I’ve been sent to specialists when I was younger, and they have done all kinds of sick shit to me. Every test, every trial, and nothing. I’m a rarity. An oddity. A mystery no one can decipher, and to be honest? I don’t mind it. I love being me and who the fuck I am.