Chapter Twenty-Nine
With a gun in hand, I forced someone off their motorcycle.
My heart raced as the engine roared down the street to the destination.
It was an old building the city refused to have updated yet was deemed dangerous to enter.
It didn’t stop me from kicking in the door and running aimlessly to find her.
Breathing in, my lungs filled with tension and fear mixed with stale air as adrenaline coursed through my veins.
“Bethany!” I shouted. “Bethany!”
I heard a scream coming from stairs leading down into a basement. Dashing down the steps, a few breaking along the way, I found Birdy and Bethany in the middle of the room. He held a knife at her throat while blocking his head with her own so I wouldn’t be able to take a shot at him.
“I did want you wanted, now it’s time to uphold your end.”
“See, you made a deal with MC. Not with me.”
“I should have taken you as a shady motherfucker.”
Seeing Bethany tremble, the cold steel of the knife pressed against her skin, her breath hitching in her throat with every pulse of fear that coursed through her veins was gnawing at me but I needed to remain calm.
Birdy's wild eyes glinted with a mix of desperation and madness, making it clear that he was unpredictable and volatile, amplifying her terror.
I had my gun pointed at him.
“You look scared,” Birdy’s rough voice had a hint of amusement.
“Not as scared as you,” I taunted him.
“If I go down so does the broad.” His grip on her tightened and she let out a yelp.
Bethany gave me a look. Managing to kick him in the balls, Bethany moved so I had a clear shot.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger and watched it enter his heart with blood splattering all over Bethany.
Walking closer, I shot again right between the eyes causing blood to splatter all over me.
His body dropped to the floor. My face dropped with his blood and I wiped it with my sleeve but that only smeared it across my skin.
Looking to Bethany she too had blood splattered on her.
Adrenaline coursing through my body from what just transpired.
Bethany’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her normally joyful demeanor dulled by the weight of grief.
She was strong, but the sight of death had a way of stripping away a sense of innocence, leaving raw vulnerability in its wake.
“Bethany,” I murmured, stepping closer, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry you had to see this.” It was nothing compared to her first wedding but knowing I had come just in time before he could slit her throat I knew was lingering in her mind.
She shook her head, her expression a mix of anger and sorrow. “I’m just glad you’re here.”
Bethany and I collided – our mouths locked together.
Her slender arms wrapped around my neck and I swung my arm around her waist, pulling her further into me.
My other arm hung by my side still holding onto the gun.
We were getting lost in our own world, ignoring everything around us.
Walking forward, I got Bethany up against the wall.
The smell of blood in the air was making my skin tingle.
Bethany’s hands made their way to my pants.
Belt unbuckled. Button undone. Zipper down.
My dick was about to rip through my boxers as it throbbed to be set free.
When I felt the palm of her hand and her fingers wrap around it, I bit her lip causing her to moan in pleasure.
My hands, with one still holding the gun, impatiently pulled her dress up, tearing off her delicate lace underwear.
Her arms were back around my neck as she hoisted herself up wrapping her leg around my waist while the other wrapped around my thigh.
My left hand was placed on the wall right by her head while my other dragged the gun up her thigh.
I couldn’t let it go, it was as though the pistol was a part of me.
Adjusting my cock at her entrance, I looked into her eyes.
Passion, lust, love all swirled in those emerald eyes making me feel weak.
Bethany was wet and ready to take me. We both let out a moan of satisfaction when I entered her.
The inside of her pussy hugged my cock tightly as I thrust my hips against her.
The gun made a sound against the concrete wall when I slammed my hand against it.
Bethany clung to me as I fucked her against the wall.
Our faces were touching as we just looked deep into each other’s eyes.
It took me by surprise when Bethany reached for my hand holding the gun, dragging it to her face, and placing the head of the gun to her jaw.
The sight of this should have made me stop but instead, I went harder.
Messing around with a gun while having sex wasn’t something I thought I’d enjoy, but the sight of Bethany holding back from spiraling into an orgasm made me lose all common sense.
In a quick swift move, I ripped Bethany off the wall and practically threw her onto the ground then quickly hovered over her.
Plunging myself back inside of her, she let out a loud moan that echoed within the small room.
I held the gun against her cheek. It was almost like a blackout.
All I remember was busting inside of her then collapsing onto her.
My face buried into her neck as I tried to regain my senses, I wasn’t sure if she even came.
Being demanding in the bedroom didn’t mean being selfish.
This was the first time I came without thinking about getting her there first. Sliding my body down until my head was between her legs, I positioned her right leg outward allowing myself more access.
Wasting no time, I used my pointer and middle finger to part her lips.
Exposing her sensitive clit to the cold air made her sharply gasp in shock.
Her pussy glistened from being drenched with my cum and hers.
My lips met hers and my tongue wrapped around her clit as I French kissed it.
Bethany was already moaning and panting.
As my kiss got deeper, my tongue rubbed around her clit and down below it in a slow circular motion.
Moving my head lower, my tongue dived right inside of her.
The taste of my cum didn’t even phase me as Bethany was practically having a seizure.
Glancing up, I saw her head was tilted back as she grabbed her hair.
She did this every time I made her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Using my tongue in and out of her, my lips on hers and my nose right above her opening, I continued to stimulate her until she was screaming out.
Moving my tongue imitating a vibration sensation was driving her wild.
The sound of my wet mouth on her wet pussy rang louder in my ears the more I went on.
“FUCK!” The word rolled off her tongue and out of her mouth in a roar when I replaced my tongue with three fingers inside of her. My mouth still worked on her while I finger fucked her brains out working my hand to the right position.
Grabbing her thighs, she knew I was giving her the green light to let her orgasm rip through her beautiful body.
I could feel it coming as the inside of her tightened.
Removing my mouth from her, I watch her come undone.
Her cum shot out all over my face as her body jerked off the floor.
The sound of her made it feel like the ground was shaking.
I slowed down the pace of my fingers inside of her as she slowly came down from her orgasm.
As I got to my feet, I took in the scene around us.
A dead body not far off with a pool of blood near Bethany – staining her blond hair.
Blood had seeped onto her dress soaking up the fabric.
Looking at lifeless Birdy, blood dripped from the edges of the body, pooling around our feet, a stark reminder of the fragility of life.
But in that moment, the warmth of Bethany's hand in mine was a sanctuary against the horror.
“You okay?” I asked as I helped her to her feet.
She nodded, “Is everyone okay?”
“I’m meeting them in a few. Right now, I need to get you somewhere safe.”
Suddenly a phone started to ring coming from Birdy. Knowing exactly who it was and why he was calling, I pulled the phone out of Birdy’s back pocket. Sure enough it was none other than MC.
“You’re too late,” I answered.
"No hard feelings,” he laughed. "You’re free to go.”
“You expect me to trust you?”
“You followed through and you are of no use to me anymore. If you skip town then this can be a settled score between us.”