7. Breaking at the Seams #2
"Shut the fuck up, Ian," Keith muttered as he started controlling the woman's movements. "Keep going, baby. Ignore him."
"It doesn't matter how many women you sleep with. You can't fuck them into being the woman you actually want, but can't have," Ian said, tapping on his phone.
Keith released an impatient growl as he pulled out of the woman's mouth. "Dammit! Fuck you!" Keith snapped at him. The woman looked at him, startled as Keith pulled her to her feet. "Not you. I mean, I will fuck you-I'm not yelling at you," Keith clarified, turning her around to face the wall.
Her palms flattened against the wall as Keith lifted her dress, pulled down her panties, and sank his length into her from behind.
"Just shut the fuck up. I don't give a shit about her," Keith snapped, roughly fucking the woman against the wall.
Keith tugged his mask back down as the woman panted breathlessly.
"That's it, baby. Fuck, you like that, don't you?
You love the way Daddy fucks the shit out of you. "
She gagged as Keith tightened his grip around her throat. "Look how you take it," he groaned against her neck as he elongated his strokes. "You take Daddy so well, baby girl. So fucking well. That's it, Deja, baby. Give Daddy that pussy. Beg for it, baby."
Ian snorted as he looked back down at his phone. "...of course, you don't..." He headed for the door and paused as he glanced back at Keith. "I'm terminating the trial in 5 minutes. Don't be late. I can't do everything myself..." Ian said, walking out.
Ian walked back into the main room where he heard the men arguing amongst themselves. They paused at the sound of Ian's steps until he stopped in front of them. Ian glanced around the room before forcing a smile. "...Jax Donovan… my brother's death was… a huge loss for all of us."
He ignored the disgruntled murmur echoing around the room.
"But..." Ian continued as he began walking around the room.
"It's important that we keep the order of our Society.
" Ian turned the bolt on the door to lock it.
"It reminds me of something our goddess Roselyn had said about…
the selfish chaos of humans. How it is in our innate behavior to center and prioritize ourselves… to the detriment… of all."
Ian locked another door and smiled at the men. "There are those who are… compliant… and those who aren't..." Ian got to the third door and locked it. "There are those who have patience… and those who have none..."
He approached one of the men at the center of the room and held out his hand. "I hear your frustration..." The man looked at Ian warily before taking his hand. His eyes suddenly widened, and blood spurted from his mouth as Ian drove a thin blade deep into his neck.
"...but I do not… fucking… care..." Ian said with boredom as he ripped the blade from his neck. The rest of the men barely had time to react before Ian pulled out several ballistic blades, skewering their arms and legs, as their guns fell from their hands.
"What are you doing?!" one of the men grunted angrily, grasping his bleeding leg.
"Me?" Ian fixed his blazer and walked to the other side of the room to sit down. "Well, I'm trying to be a good older brother. Keith is sexually frustrated. If he can't orgasm, he needs to release that aggression somehow," Ian said, taking out his phone again.
A loud, pained grunt echoed in the room before they noticed one of the men had a machete sticking out through his chest.
"You couldn't just let me fuck her in peace, could you?
" Keith sucked his teeth, shoving the machete deeper into the man’s flesh.
"I know it's not her, you dumbfuck. They're not even the same fucking skin-I mean, Deja's scent is burned into my memory like a goddamn aphrodisiac, and you fucking ruined it-you piece of shit! "
"Go on. Get it out," Ian waved dismissively. "It's not my fault you have unhealthy coping habits, Keith."
The man tried to grab at the machete, but Keith began to saw it down to his crotch. "Fuck a coping habit. I was almost. fucking. there. Goddamn you, Ian!" Keith snarled, splitting the man in half as his entrails spilled to the floor until his corpse collapsed. "I swear you piss me the fuck off!"
Keith's blood-splattered mask quickly assessed the room before his machete was splitting flesh again.
"So messy..." Ian sighed, scrolling through his phone as screams of chaos ensued around him from Keith hacking his victims to pieces.
Ian casually tilted his head to the side as a severed arm went flying past his head.
He pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabbed at the bit of blood that splattered him.
He spotted the woman who was with Keith, trembling in fear before she ran to Rogan, bleeding on the ground. "Rogan!" she cried.
Ian approached her, ignoring Keith's violently chaotic onslaught, and crouched down in front of her. He gently grabbed her chin between his fingers as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"...my dear… my brother's semen is still hanging from the corners of your mouth. Do not pretend to care. Save yourself. And leave," Ian smiled at her.
She blinked at him in shock before she quickly stood to her feet and ran back into the room to hide. Ian's jaw tensed with frustration when he heard Rogan grunting on the ground. Ian rolled him onto his back and gave a pitiful smile.
"Still alive. I've always admired your… tenacity ," Ian said, grabbing a scalpel from his jacket. Rogan began to scream as Ian slowly dug the scalpel into the corner of his eye.
"You'll have to excuse the carnage..." Ian said, sliding it in further as blood seeped from Rogan's socket.
"You see… my brother and I… we've made the horrible mistake of admittedly falling in love with a woman betrothed to Jax.
Not to mention she hates us..." Ian chuckled deliriously.
"Even worse… I am alarmingly and quite honestly…
embarrassingly desperate… to feel her cunt wrapped around me again.
Just-just an inkling of a taste… of her. .."
Ian sighed. "...But I haven't had her in months and frankly… it's driving me a little insane-"
Rogan screamed as Ian shoved the scalpel all the way into his socket. "...unfortunately for you..." Ian said, scooping out Rogan's eyeball.
"So, is she hot? Like… underneath all that baggage?"
"Can we not reduce women to the trauma they may have endured?" Caleb grunted while working a screw into the underbelly of his truck.
A man with short, red hair and brown eyes sat perched on the counter, watching Caleb work on his truck in the closed garage. "She didn't even tell you anything," he rolled his eyes.
"Because it's none of my business," Caleb said.
"But she wants you."
"Phil, can you stop talking for like… 5 minutes?" Caleb groaned.
"I just wanna know if she's attractive. Why is that a hard question? I've seen her face, and I just wanna know if the rest matches!"
"You're being an ass," Caleb said.
"Does she have a nice ass?"
Caleb finally rolled out from underneath his truck and looked at Phil, annoyed. "Are you trying to piss me off? Cause it's working."
Phil's mouth dropped. "Oh em gee! You love her !"
Caleb shook his head when he noticed Phil's sister, Lena, standing on the other side of the counter.
"Lena. I didn't know you were here," Caleb smiled.
Lena and Phil were the younger siblings of Caleb's deceased friend, Moy.
Over the years, Caleb had formed a special bond with them, inadvertently taking on the role of an older brother.
"You probably didn't hear me come in because Phil doesn't know how to shut up," Lena smirked.
Caleb grinned. "He's like a squawking seagull."
"Make fun all you want, but that won't distract me from getting an answer." Phil glanced at his sister. "Caleb has a crush on the new tenant in Mr. Torrence's building."
"Really?" Lena said with a raised brow. "That depressed chick who spends all her time in the garden yelling at people? Isn't she like… 50?"
"Wow! Both of you are just at maximum level of awful today," Caleb said, standing to his feet.
"I mean, am I wrong?" Lena snorted, her eyes following Caleb. "She dresses like she doesn't give a shit. She's always alone. Always grumpy. She doesn't make any effort to make friends. She's clearly miserable. How can you like someone like that?"
Caleb sighed as he turned to her. "Because I have a little thing called empathy . And when I see someone going through a hard time, I don't punch down. And neither should you, Lena. You're better than that."
Lena twisted her mouth in frustration as she watched Caleb wipe down the oil and grime from his biceps. She subtly bit her lip as he peeled his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest, before slipping another shirt on.
"Lena," Caleb said, snapping his fingers.
"Hmm? What?" she said, looking up at him.
"I said, it would be nice if you introduced yourself to her. She could use some friends," Caleb repeated.
"Yeah, no. Pass," Lena said. "She's probably like 20 years older than me anyway. We'd have nothing in common."
Caleb rolled his eyes as he headed for the door. "Wait, Caleb," Lena said, stepping in front of him. "I was gonna ask if you were down for movie night later."
"Lena and I are binging the Halloween movies," Phil said, jumping off the counter.
"Man, I'd love to. But, I'm meeting Deja for lunch," Caleb said, stepping around her.
Lena rolled her eyes. "You barely know her, and she's already stealing precious Caleb time from me."
Caleb laughed. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"Everything looks good. Your baby has healthy vitals. But your blood pressure is a little high. Have you been under stress?"
Deja looked at the scars in her palms, which she had dug with her nails from anxiety and stress. "...I guess you could say that..."
"Well, try to find something to bring your stress levels down. It's not good for you or the baby."
Deja nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Ng."
"Are you sure you don't want to know the sex?" Dr. Ng asked.
"Yes, I'm sure," Deja said, pulling her clothes back on. She wasn't concerned about her child's gender. Rather, she feared her child would have a disturbed mind bent on killing… like the father.
After scheduling a follow-up appointment, Deja waited for the bus to take her back to her neighborhood. She glanced around the small town and furrowed her brows with curiosity. There were so many people walking around with prosthetic arms and legs. It was strange to see so many in one area.
A rustle in the bushes caused Deja to look over her shoulder. Her eyes squinted until she noticed a masked man standing in the bushes. She instinctively reached for the switchblade in her purse as she took a step forward, and rage suddenly consumed her.
"Hey, stranger!"
Deja spun around and saw Caleb jogging towards her. She quickly turned to find the masked man, but he was gone.
"Deja? You okay?"
Deja faced Caleb again. "Did you see him?"
Caleb looked at her, confused. "See who-?"
"The man! The man with the mask!" she blurted, pointing. "He was right there!"
Caleb furrowed his brows. "I didn't… see anyone. Maybe someone leaving the building? Do you want me to go check?"
Deja swallowed hard as she looked around the bushes, clutching her switchblade till her fingers were numb.
"...Deja?"
She spun around on him again, flustered. "What-what? What do you want? Why are you here? Are you following me?!"
Caleb raised his hands in surrender. "You told me you'd be at the doctor's for a check-up. You said we could meet for lunch."
Deja's face fell. "...I did?"
Caleb sighed. "You forgot..."
"No, no," she said quickly. "I just..."
"You just forgot."
"...I forgot."
Caleb smiled. "Well, I'd love to treat you and mini-you to some good country food so long as you promise not to shank me," he grinned. "But, we can do lunch another time if you're-"
"I'm fine," Deja said. "And I'm starving. I'll never pass up free food."
Caleb smirked. "My kind of girl."
Deja glanced over her shoulder, back at the bushes, before she followed Caleb to his truck. He opened the door and started moving his things. "Sorry, let me just clean some stuff out,” he said.
Deja peeked over his shoulder when her brows furrowed. "What's that?"
"What?"
"That right there."
"I don't know what you're talking about-"
"That box, Caleb! It has my name on it-!"
Caleb quickly grabbed the box and tossed it in the back of his truck. "What box?"
Deja's eyes bugged. " What box ?! You literally just threw it! I saw you!" she said, slapping his shoulder.
"Ow! Ow! Assault! Assault!" Caleb whined. "God, are pregnant women always this violent-OW!" he laughed as Deja pinched him in the arm.
"I'll bite you next," Deja threatened him.
"...Promise? OW! I’m kidding!" Caleb cackled.
"Show me!" she pestered. Grinning, Caleb reached in the back, grabbed the box, and handed it to her. Deja stared at it, confused. "...did you… is this a… gift ?"
Caleb's cheeks flushed. "...Sorta..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I mean, it wasn't supposed to be. I saw it, and I thought of you.
Okay, actually I searched for it because I thought you'd like it, and-I was gonna surprise you with it.
But not like in a gifty way. But I thought it should be wrapped.
So, I guess that makes it… a… gift… God, why the fuck can't I talk? Am I 12?”
Deja looked at Caleb, emotion filling her eyes, before unwrapping the gift. Her lips parted, and her eyes watered.