Chapter 9
Camo
A fter my job of finding some punk ass bitch who likes to steal things that do not belong to him, the pull to see her drove my need to be close, so I rode past her apartment.
When I saw the pizza boy arrive, I knew this was my chance to get into her house without being seen, so I faded and snuck past the kid.
I had only meant to stay to see her, to fill my need to lay eyes on her, but when I saw she was not alone, I knew that I needed to stick around, but interfering would spook the kid and piss Skyla off.
I watched her with him, the way she made him know that he had nothing to fear from her, and he doesn’t. Skyla is one of the best women I know, which is why my head, heart and soul are so fucking torn over her.
I wanted to reach out and touch her. To kiss her, to feel her skin against mine, but I know she is still angry with me and she has every right to not want to see me, but my need to keep a watch over her always wins out.
When that boy, Aston, told Skyla that his mom barely feeds him, or even knows he is there, but the fucking stepfather hits him and the woman who birthed him does nothing, it sent me into a rage.
I had to hold in that anger and need to kill, so I did not scare the boy. He looks fucking small for his age. Over the years, me and my brothers have seen some nasty shit involving children and it is one thing that we will not stand by and watch.
Watching her with him sets something off in my soul, but I push it down for tonight, and I will deal with it later.
My fists clench at my sides, as my gaze tracks her every move. She locks up her house and she looks out through the window, checking for anyone lurking around. Her shoulders tense when I step forward, and I know she can feel me.
Besides my brothers, who I have trained to sense me, no other person has ever felt me watching them. It is why I am feared among the supernatural, but Skyla calls to me on a deeper level, which is why I think she senses when I am close by.
Skyla gets herself a drink and some snacks before she goes to her bedroom but she checks on the boy first. Luckily for me, she does not close her door all the way, so I can slip out without waking her.
With the knowledge of what she is about to do next, my cock pumps full of blood, painfully hard in an instant. I bite my lip, keeping my growl locked down as she strips, making a show of removing her clothes slowly.
Her panties and bra go next and I fail at staying away. Without touching her body, I inch closer, and I know she feels me this time, seeing her breath hitch and her nipples peak to hard tips.
Bringing my hands up, I hover over her body, starting at her shoulders, moving down her arms, to her hands, static hovers between us. Flexing my fingers to stop myself from reaching for her, I can smell how aroused she is.
Skyla always smells good when she is turned on.
I step back and watch as she slips into some pajamas, and climbs under the covers, leaning against the headboard and opens her kindle to read. With my back to the wall, I watch her.
I take in every feature that I can see of hers. Her black hair with blue/purple ends, the little stud she has in her nose. She has a small scar at the corner of her mouth, which she got when she was a teenager and got into a fight.
Her lips twitch as she reads, her eyes widen at certain points. Observing her like this makes me see her in a different light, because not once in the time we have been fucking have I come here to just watch her.
To see, truly see, her.
It has only been lately that the pull is stronger with her. Maybe I need to have a sit down with Pres and see what advice he can give me.
Her movement pulls me from my thoughts, and I see her placing the device on the bedside table before she snuggles down under the covers, pulling them up to her chin.
With a soft smile on her face, she sighs, and I wait until she is sleeping before I leave, but I check on the boy before I go, a deep need to protect him settling in my gut.
I slip out the door, locking it behind me with a grin on my face because Skyla does not know that I have a key to her house. Having my particular supernatural powers means I have some advantages, but I cannot walk through walls and shit.
Mounting my bike, I shoot off a text to the brothers to see if anyone of them are free to have some fun, and by fun, I mean in the cause some pain variety.
Me: Need to teach someone a lesson. Anyone free to offer a hand?
Halen: I am the most sober one here besides Thorin, because that fucker cannot get drunk thanks to his vampire genes.
I smile thinking that Halen may be quiet and calm and collected, but he is a mean motherfucker under all that calm demeanor.
Finding my contact, I hit the call button.
“Camo, my man, what can I do for you?”
“I need an address. All I know is that the kid’s name is Aston, he is eleven. He must live close by because he goes to Skyla’s gym,” I inform Titch.
He is a hacker the club helped out a few years back. He was chained to a bathroom pipe and forced to use his hacking skills to steal money and plant evidence to have high-powered people arrested, but it turned out that it was a high-powered prick who had him kidnapped.
“Okay, give me a few minutes.” I hear clicking coming from his end of the line. “Okay, I am narrowing down the schools. Searching for a student with his name.”
I hear more clicking, then he tells me to check my phone, as he has sent me a photo.
“Yeah, that is him. Get me his address.”
Titch says nothing for a short time. I glance up at Skyla’s house, knowing she is sleeping alone in bed with nothing on under her bed clothes. I push down on my crotch as my dick twitches.
“Got it. Sending it to you now. He in trouble or does he have fucked-up parents?”
“The parents. They need a lesson or two.”
I hear him sigh, then a hard voice comes through the phone.
“Make them hurt, Camo.” With that, he hangs up.
Titch comes from a bad childhood, where his family ran a drug house out of his home. He was beaten, starved, raped by the fucks his family let into their home. A place where he should have felt protected.
Sending the address to Halen, I peel away from Skyla’s house, my blood already at boiling point so it will feel real fucking good to unleash some pain and spill some blood tonight.
The whole ride I think of Skyla taking care of that boy who she barely knows. She would give you the jacket off her back if you needed it. Fuck me, this woman has me twisted up in knots.
Arriving at a shitty part of Salem, which is too fucking close to Skyla’s house for my liking, I park my bike. Halen is already on the sidewalk, waiting for me.
“Looks like this house is ready to fall down.” I nod when he calls to me. “How the hell can anyone live in a place like this and keep a kid here?” His scrunched-up face shows his disgust.
“Brother, this is nothing compared to what I have seen before. Not all of us could be born with a silver spoon in their mouths,” I joke with him.
“Hardy, ha, ha. Fucker. You know my family does good with their money.” He is right.
Halen comes from money, lots of fucking money and his family does a lot of good with it. They are a family of supernatural legacies. There are some bad motherfuckers who are legacies also, but we handle them if they get in our way.
“I am just fucking with you, brother.” I slap his shoulder.
“The reason we are here is?” he inquires.
“A kid came into Skyla’s gym; let’s just say he had marks on him that no kid should have. I snuck into her house tonight when I saw she was not alone. The boy was there with fresh injuries.” I growl out my words.
Halen’s body tenses, as he hates the beating of kids as much as I do.
“You stay faded and listened to the boy explain?”
I nod to him. “Yeah, didn’t want to spook the kid. They fucking starve him, brother. Show no care if he goes to school or even if he is alive.”
“Fuck.” He scrubs his hands over his face, the anger radiating off him. “He safe with Skyla right now?”
“Yeah. Sleeping when I left. I got Titch to track down his folks and lessons need to be taught, man, but I want no blowback on the club, Skyla, or the boy.”
A grin slips across his face, as he rubs his hands together.
“Then, my feared brother. Let’s go and cause some pain.”
We step up to the house, and some game show can be heard through the door. Halen looks through the front window, shaking his head when he looks back to me.
“The fat fuck is passed out on the sofa; the bitch is sitting in the chair rolling joints.”
“Time for the pain.”
Stepping back, I raise my foot and kick the door in with one hit. The wood splinters and the woman screams. The sound wakes the fucker up, and he bolts to his feet, reaching for his gun but I am quicker.
Kicking it out of his hands, his eyes widen in fear.
“Fucking Kings of Anarchy. Why are you here? I got no beef with you,” he splutters.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” I hear behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Halen standing over the woman. Dropping my gaze to her, I see the gun in her hand. My brother takes it from her, then I see his fingers touch her shoulder, just as she cries out in pain.
“Damn, I have been holding onto that broken hand for a long time.” She clutches her hand to her chest, crying out in pain.
Halen can transfer illness, injuries, and pain but it passes through him, which can weaken him, so over the years he has learned to control his power. He also taught himself to hold onto some injuries, to keep them so they can be passed onto someone who deserves it like these two fuckers.
“You can’t come in here and just hurt us. We have done nothing to the Kings,” the prick jabbers on.
Turning back to look at him, I curl my lip in disgust.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want. Any King can do whatever they want. No fucker tells us otherwise,” I growl, stepping closer.
“What do you want?” the woman whimpers.
Without taking my gaze from this fat slob in front of me, I ask them, “Tell me something. Where is your boy?”
The prick’s gaze turns to anger, and he looks behind me at the bitch in the chair.
“This is your boy’s fault, you whore. I knew that he would bring trouble to my door one day.” He looks at me. “What did he do? Punish him for all I care, he deserves it, the little shit.”
My fists clench at my sides, as I step closer to him. The anger still swirls in his eyes, showing me he really fucking thinks this is all Aston’s fault.
“The boy is not at fault here, you worthless cunt. You beat on him, starve him. Does that make you feel big and powerful? Huh? Beating on little kids, make you feel like a man?” I snarl.
“Fuck you. That punk is the worthless one. Always on about how hungry he is, that he needs something for school.”
“He is fucking eleven years old, motherfucker. It is your job to take care of his needs, not beat and starve him.” I reach for my gun, but Halen’s voice stops me.
“I got this, brother.”
“What you got, pretty boy? You think you can hurt me? Fuckers, I know people,” he boasts, and I laugh, stepping back.
His sudden confidence makes me curious, and I will look into his so-called connections later, but right now he needs to feel the pain that he inflicted on a child.
Stepping over to the chair where the woman is watching what is playing out in her living room, her gaze bounces between the three of us, while she cries, shelving her broken hand.
“How does it feel? You are pathetic; you should be protecting that boy of yours, not leaving it for someone else to. To treat him like he should always be treated.” Her eyes fill with tears and I see pain but also concern for her son.
“You do not deserve that kid.” I shake my head at her, just as cries of pain fill the room, making her whimper again and look to where my brother has the cunt on the floor, withering in pain.
“Not a good feeling, is it? To be beat down on by someone bigger than you?” Halen touches the cunt’s head, and he screams in pain, making my brother chuckle.
“A concussion is no joke; be careful that you do not have a bleed on the brain and die in your sleep.” He winks, then stands to full height, looking menacing.
Nobody fucks with the Kings.
We both turn to leave. I reach the door, letting Halen leave first, then look back at the pair.
“Change your tune when it comes to that boy, or I will be back, and believe me, no fucker will be left breathing or even found.”
With that we leave, and I hear the cunt start shouting at the woman, who just wails in pain.
Good. I hope they both suffer, like they made Aston.
I see curtains twitch but knowing the type of neighborhood this is, they will say jackshit.
They do not like the cops around these parts; plus, I have no doubt they know who we are.
“That was fun. Do you think they will listen?” Halen asks, mounting his bike while I do the same.
“No. I will have a prospect keep an eye on them. They see them laying a hand on that kid and I will come back.”
“You better bring me, fucker.”
“Will do, brother. Come on, I need a fucking drink.” We ride to the club, the pull again in my chest to turn around and go back to Skyla, but I force it down.
The thread between us has been thickening lately, so my soul, my heart and head have been at war. Some whiskey, or a lot of whiskey will keep my mind off her and help me sleep, because fuck me, nothing else helps me, not even a blowjob and busting a nut.