Chapter 8
Eight
Waking up with Tank wrapped around me is bliss. He”s like my own personal radiator. I wiggle my ass back onto his hard cock and he puts his hand on my stomach keeping me in position. ”There is nothing I would like more than you to slow fuck you right her and now, but you”ve kept me awake all night and I am starving. A man needs food if he is going to keep his woman happy.”
”You kept me very happy last night.”
He rolls away and sits on the side of the bed. ”I”m going to take a shower, you can join me, if you want.” He winks at me before getting up off the bed.
I am so sore between my legs that I think I”d be better off in a bath with salts to soothe my muscles, but I remember one of the ladies said that they want to go to the mall shopping today. And there”s nothing I love more than going shopping. And it will give me time away from Tank to really think about what is going to happen next. Am I able to be in his world? Would I prefer to leave to another town and be away from the MC life altogether? That breaks my heart just thinking about it so I close my eyes and remember what we did last night and how he kept waking me for more.
I get dressed and wait for him to come out of the shower. He walks in with no towel and I can”t help but stare at his very impressive dick. ”You need to put that away or do you have a special license for it?”
He laughs. ”Are you going to investigate?” He stands in front of me and his cock is at my mouth height.
”It would be rude not to,” I say as I grab his cock and pull it into my mouth. He fills my mouth almost as much as he did my pussy earlier.
”Lyssa, that feels so good. Your mouth is nearly as hot as your pussy.”
I keep sucking on him as I pump his cock up and down. My free hand cups his balls and jiggle them in place. ”Fuck, Lys.”
I love the power I have over him at the moment. I can do what I want to him, he is at my mercy. My fingers leave his balls and I move them under his balls to his perineum. When my fingers hit there he thrusts deeper in my mouth. He doesn”t know which way my finger is going to go and I love it.
”Baby, I can”t hold on much longer if you do that. Fuck. Lys.”
I move my finger closer to his asshole and then back down. I know the sensation is killing him, but I love seeing how he responds.
”Lys, I”m going to come if you keep doing that.”
I don”t take my mouth off this cock, taking him deeper and deeper, at the same time my finger is between his ass checks trying to find the puckered rosebud.
When I find it and rub my finger over it, he thrusts into my mouth and cums down my throat. I look up at him to find him staring at me with a smile on his face. When he”s finished pulsing in my throat, I pull off and lick him clean.
He lifts me by my shoulders and kisses me. ”You are very naughty, Lyssa. But I fucking love it.”
”You”re welcome.” I smile as I move to one side and go into the bathroom.
When I come out, he is waiting for me. He grabs me and pulls me into his chest. ”That was fucking amazing.”
He slams his lips on mine.
We kiss, and then when I pull away we walk downstairs to find the ladies. As soon as we get into the kitchen, Tank”s brothers stand and clap. Oh my God how embarrassing.
The ladies call me over. ”Lyssa, we heard you had a great night. I think everyone in the clubhouse heard you.” Nova laughs. ”We”ve all been through it, it”s a rite of passage.”
”I can”t believe you all heard us.” I stop and think for a moment, we were really loud some parts of the night. ”Actually, maybe I can.”
We all start laughing and someone hands me a coffee. ”I think you might need this. Because today we are going shopping.” It”s Winne and I take the coffee off her.
I sit down and I can hear the ladies talking to me, but I”m looking over at Tank. He”s looking at me and it”s like it”s just the two of us in the room. Wow, I can feel him from over there.
”Earth to Lyssa,” Nova says, laughing.
”Sorry, my mind was somewhere else.”
”We know where your mind was, Lyssa.” Winnie laughs.
”So what are we going shopping for today?” I ask.
”Who needs to have a plan, we are going window shopping with a view to trying on and buying.” Jessa has it to a tee.
”Sounds good to me.”
Winnie and Nova get up. ”See you all down here in half an hour.” They leave the kitchen and one by one the ladies move to kiss their men and then leave the room. I sit there and wait for Tank to come over to me. I don”t feel comfortable enough yet to go to him, and my brother is sitting next to him so, yeah that could be awkward.
Tank comes over to me. ”Shopping, huh?”
”Yeah.”
He hands me some cash, but I don”t take it. ”Tank, I”m not taking money from you, I don”t need anything, I”m all good.”
”Lyssa, I”m your man and I”m giving you money to buy something nice.”
”I did that the other day with your money too. Really, I can”t.”
He puts his hand behind my neck and pulls me so that our foreheads are touching. ”Baby, I want you to go out and enjoy yourself. If you see something nice I want you to have the money to buy it. If you don”t spend it, that”s fine, but I don”t want you to be second guessing anything.” He kisses me and I feel him putting the money into my jeans pocket.
”Thanks, Tank.” I peck him on the lips and he kisses me harder.
”No, a peck like that could piss me off. Always give me everything you have, baby.”
We kiss and fight for control with our tongues. I let him win because he”s a big, bad biker, right?
I get into one of the cars, and Tank has come to say goodbye, he can”t come with us today. He has some VP work to do with the other brothers. Two of the prospects are driving us and they will be in charge of watching us. It”s not that they don”t trust us, but they know that we can all be targets because of who the Rebel Hearts are. And, especially with the Vasquez family potentially after me. They know that the two prospects will protect us with their lives.
We have a great day walking in and out the shops, trying things on and I even manage to buy some nice underwear especially for Tank.
We stop and have some food. ”Jeez this place is really busy today.”
”It sure is. I wonder if there is something going on. We just need to stick together,” Winnie says, looking around.
”Nah it”s just the weekend,” the prospect, Danny says.
”We”ll have a look in some other stores and then go back to the clubhouse.” Winnie watches as each of us says yes and nods our head.
”This is the big department store, so make sure no one wanders off,” Danny says as he walks ahead of us and Tyler, the other prospect with us, is walking behind us.
We get a couple of things, and then we leave. ”Just wait there ladies, we will grab the cars and bring them over. Saves you walking with your bags,” Danny says as he takes a few bags and we watch the two of them leave.
I step away from the ladies and take out my phone, calling Tank. It only rings twice when he answers.
”Hey, baby, did you miss me?”
I laugh. ”No, but I did buy something that you might like.”
”Yeah, do you want to send me a picture?”
”I”m not putting it on in the parking lot, I”ll wait to show you until later. The prospects are just getting the cars and then we are out of here.”
”They left you to get the cars? They were told not to leave anyone on their own.”
”Calm down, Caveman, I”m here with all the girls, we are safe.”
I look at the girls and they are all standing against the wall looking in the direction of the prospects.
Suddenly, a van pulls up beside me, and I step to move out of their way. But they hit me.
”Fuck,” I scream.
”What the fuck was that, Lyssa?”
”A truck just hit me. I think my leg is broken.” It fucking kills.
”Lyssa, I”m going to ring the fucking prospects and ask them what the fuck they are doing.”
The side door of the truck opens. A guy with a black ski mask on steps out.
”Tank, someone”s here. They”re taking me. Tank, save me.”
I can hear him swearing in the background, but I drop my phone into my pocket.
The man grabs me and wraps his hand around my mouth. ”You stupid bitch. Did you think you”d be able to get away from the Vasquez’s? And to top it off those stupid bikers don”t know anything.” He pulls me backwards, and into the van, pushing me to the floor. ”Drive! Drive! Drive!”
”What the fuck do you think you”re doing?” I kick my leg out and laugh when I hit him and he moans.
He kicks me back, and I scream. He just kicked the bad leg. He starts laughing and so does the driver. ”Bitch, you”re never going to see those biker bastards again. Our boss has plans for you.”
I keep kicking and screaming, hoping Tank is still listening. ”When the Rebel Hearts hear about this they are going to hunt you down. You”d better be ready for them.” I”m just shouting random shit now. ”Where are you taking me?” I”m hoping they are stupid and talk.
”We”re going to a warehouse we own on the outskirts of town. My boss has some plans for you and we are going to enjoy the show.”
It takes about thirty minutes to reach our destination. When the van stops, they pull me out and drag me into the warehouse. There”s an echo, and it”s freezing inside. This place hasn”t been used for a very long time. When they get into the center of the unit, they throw me to the floor. My leg is killing me, but I”m not going to cry.
”What the fuck do you want?” I scream into the open space.
A man steps out from behind one of the pillars. I know him. He’s next in line to the boss.
”You stole from us, we need a repayment, but now you”re bringing too much heat to our family so we need to get rid of you, the question is how, and whether it”s a slow and painful death or a quick one. What do you prefer?”
”I don”t believe for one minute that you are going to listen to what I want. Just do what you have to do. But the Rebel Hearts will be here soon and they will end you.”
He laughs. ”They haven”t got a clue where you are, so they won”t find you for a while and when they do, you’ll be dead, and we will be long gone.”
“I didn’t know I was cleaning money for you, I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“You stole from us. You die. Those are our family”s rules.” He walks around me and then throws some rope to two of the goons who brought me here.
“What do you do in this warehouse, it stinks?” I’m hoping Tank is still on my phone and he can hear me. I need to find out where the fuck I am.
“It’s where we kill people who betray us, steal from us or just piss us off.” He laughs and watches as the two guys tie my hands behind my back and my ankles together so that I am kneeling on the ground. My broken leg is killing me and I just want to cry out, but I’m not giving him the pleasure of hearing my pain. I’m sure he thrives on dishing out pain. They are so stupid they still haven’t checked for my phone. If I wasn’t about to die, then I would laugh at this situation.
“So, the question, Lyssa, is how do you want to die? Quick or slow?”
“If I say quick, then I don’t have a chance to change my mind, if I say slow you might keep me here for longer and give myself a better chance of being rescued.” I look at him. I know I’m pissing him off, but I need to stall him as much as I can.
He walks up to, holds his gun at my temple. “You could be gone in two minutes.”
I can feel the cold barrel on my temple and it reminds me of the day that I tried to end it myself. I feel differently now. I don’t want to die. I want to see where my life with the Rebel Hearts will lead. I want to see how my relationship with Tank plays out.
“Just because you’ve brought me to your old, derelict warehouse twenty minutes away from town, doesn’t mean I want to lie down and let you kill me quickly. With my broken leg I can’t fight back and that doesn’t seem even. I did not steal money from you. You were running crypto trading for me. I did not know that the money that came my way was so that I could launder it for you. I think when you set a deal up with someone in the future you need to make sure they know the rules before they start.”
“Would you have done it if you knew?”
“Never!”
“Then you see why we don’t do that. When you have a debt that we pay off, you belong to us and you will do what we ask. You did not do that.” He looks at the gun. Opens the barrel and smiles. He turns the gun to face me so that I can see there is only one bullet in the barrel. “Now, let”s play a game of Russian Roulette.”
Fuck, I’m not going to survive Russian Roulette twice. The odds are not in my favor.
Do I plead for my life from a man who doesn’t give a fuck? Or do I uphold my dignity and just let him kill me when the barrel decides it’s my time? He spins the barrel and then closes it, placing the gun at my temple, once more. I close my eyes and think of Tank and I’m grateful that we got one night together. I want to take the memories of him with me, so I recall all of our conversations, and interactions. A smile plays on my face, as the gun clicks but no bullet comes out.
“You must be lucky,” the boss says, opening the gun and spinning the barrel once again.
As he places the gun at my temple, I pray that this is not the end. I don’t want to die like this. I want to live. I want to have Tank as my man. I want to be the family my brother deserves. But as I kneel here, with a broken leg and a gun at my head, I don’t think it’s going to be possible.
I hear the click of the gun, the barrel moves around. I take a deep breath, the only consolation is that it won’t hurt because it will all be over before I know it.
BANG. That’s the last thing I hear before I slump to the floor.