Chapter 17
Camo
S itting in my truck, watching the fat, rich white-haired man wine and dine one of the many too young bitches he fucks on the side, I try to get control of my emotions.
It has been three days since I fucked up. Since Skyla walked in on me fucking the club whore in the main room for everyone who was there to see.
My gut tightens remembering the hurt on Skyla’s face.
I let my rage control me. Seeing Skyla dance with that fuck, and her giving him her smile, her attention, made me see red. The desire to strangle the cunt for touching her was raw to me.
Pres sent me on a job, to get me out of the clubhouse. Apparently, I was biting everyone’s heads off. I punched the prospect because he looked at me wrong. The fucker did, in my defense; he was glaring at me when Winger was stating that I had fucked up with my girl.
Everyone has proceeded to tell me that I need to grovel to Skyla to get her back, because I was less moody when I was getting her pussy on the regular.
I spent most of yesterday under an SUV, trying to fix it after it was in a collision, but I caused more damage to it, when I hurt my hand trying to pull a wire free and my grip slipped.
So now I have to pay for the extra repairs, and get it fixed quickly for the owner, but this job needed my attention.
I sit for over an hour waiting for this cunt to leave the restaurant. I have no idea why the guy’s wife puts up with this bullshit. He is a serial cheater and never hides the women he fucks.
She must like his money too much to care, but she is not who hired us.
The fucker’s oldest son did.
He wants his old man gone, and in a way that will give people nightmares. The son wants to take over the family business, and take power over the territories that his name carries.
Winger, being the best Pres you will find, agreed to the kill but also added in the condition that the club benefits from this job. We get three percent of what the business makes.
So the job got handed to me, as I need to let my dark side loose today.
I look down at my phone, seeing that I have nothing from Skyla, not that I truly expected her to send me a text. I half expected a text bitching me out, cursing me, like most women do in Salem.
I sit up in my seat when I hear giggles and see the couple emerging from the posh restaurant.
I fire up the orange and rust-spotted truck we use to blend in, and watching them climb into a town car that I have no doubt was expensive, I follow behind them when their driver pulls away.
The son threw in an extra deal just for me if I kill the woman as well, so I have plans for her. She is known for sleeping with married men and blackmailing them, threatening the wives and children of the men she attracts.
I know the address of her condo, and I follow at a distance until they reach their destination. I park my truck a distance away so they do not clock me, and if the driver does, he says nothing.
Cutting the engine, I reach over to the glove compartment and pull out my gloves that I will need for tonight. They may not be able to see me, but I can leave fingerprints and DNA if I am not careful.
Moving closer to the building, I reach the door.
“Security feed has been cut, door should open for you now, brother.” Cotton’s voice pops into my head.
“Thanks, brother,” I mutter and pull the door open.
Slipping inside, I climb the stairs to the second floor. I crack my neck, and my blood pumps, filling with adrenaline and pride for what I am about to do.
I enjoy taking dirty motherfuckers out of this world, but I know that I can’t get them all.
When I reach the door, I hear the bitch giggling on the other side, followed by a deep moan.
I cringe at the thought of the fat fuck getting his dick sucked, or sinking into some nasty gash.
Using the keycard that was provided to us, I move into the room. It is like a teenage girl lives here. Everything is pink and white, with glittery shit all over the place. I mean, who the fuck can lay on a cushion that is covered in sequins?
They are so lost in each other, neither of them notices the door opening or me slipping in, not that they would as I have faded. This is why I am feared among the supernatural people.
They never see me coming.
Winger does not discriminate against supernaturals with powers, but he will carefully select the people with powers who will benefit him and the club.
Prowling across the room, I stand over them both, as the bitch sits on her knees, sucking the fucker’s cock. Without waiting any longer, I move in, making myself known.
The old cunt jerks, but before they can move, I slam my hand against the back of the bitch’s head, making her choke on the cock in her mouth. She gags, coughs, and whimpers, making me laugh.
“You like cock so much, bitch, then you can die for it.” I come out of my fade, letting my presence be known.
With my hand on the man’s throat, I hold him still while the woman chokes on his cock. I would say I am shocked when the bastard moans at her discomfort, but I have seen some nasty fucked-up shit in my forty-five years on this Earth.
Her nails claw and scratch at his thighs as she fights my hold, but I am stronger and give no fucks if she hurts him.
I watch as tears flow fast down her cheeks, her eyes wide with fear but I see her fading as she struggles to breathe.
The fear is getting the better of her, making it harder to breathe.
“FUCK! She’s biting my dick,” the old man cries out as I let the woman go, making me laugh at their reactions.
His eyes go wide hearing the malevolent sound coming from me.
“That will teach you to keep your cock locked away and only offer it to your wife. I have no idea how the fuck she puts up with your cunty ways,” I growl at him.
“I pay her well enough.” Then his eyes go wide, his hands covering his now bleeding shaft. “Did she put you up to this? I can offer you double what she is paying you. Please, let me go.”
The girl whimpers from the floor, drawing my attention.
“Did you hear that? He wants to pay me to let him go, not you. I think you need better taste in men, darling.” Her eyes go wide as she scampers away, but I follow her.
“Oh no, honey, you are not getting away from me. You will die tonight, and so will he.” I lunge, wrapping my hand around her throat, picking her up so her feet dangle off the floor.
Walking toward the balcony doors, I pop the latch, pushing the door open and step out into the chilled air. She kicks and cries, making my blood pump faster, filling my dick.
With my pulsing cock comes a vision of Skyla on her knees, sucking me deep into her mouth, making me both aroused and angry at recent events. The whore takes my lack of focus and tries to slip from my grip on her, but I snap back, growling at her.
Her fear shows clearly on her face, and before she can call out, I act.
Her body goes flying through the air and over the glass balcony. Fading, I step forward and watch as her body lands on top of a car below. The roof of the car explodes, glass shattering everywhere with a bang.
“Well, fuck. There goes my fun.” I shrug and turn to step back into the room.
The man is crawling toward the door, blood drips from his dick onto the white carpet.
“I don’t my own strength sometimes. I mean we supernaturals are powerful fuckers wouldn’t you say?” I sigh, looking at him. “You are making a mess all over your whore’s carpet, compadre.” I chuckle, stepping up behind him.
“Please,” he begs, whimpering.
His crinkly naked ass makes me want to gag, but I have a job to do.
Reaching for my blade, I crouch down behind him and wince seeing his lily white ass in front of me. Before he can react, I reach for his balls, pulling them toward me, then using my knife to cut them from his body.
He screams as his body collapses onto the floor. The once pristine white carpet is now tainted with the fucker’s blood.
“Stop. Please.”
“See, I bet that your wife once upon a time asked you to stop stepping out on her, didn’t she? Or maybe your boy begged you to stop hurting him and his mom.” I move to stand in front of him and crouch down again.
I see the moment it dawns on him who hired me.
“My son.” His voice shakes, and I nod, smirking.
“Yep. He paid us well to get rid of you, make it bloody, and I got a bonus for taking out your whore. The even bigger cracker is, we get a percentage of the business that you grew from nothing, as your boy runs it from now on. Win-win if you ask me.”
The sound of sirens flit through the open doors and I know my time is running out.
“Such a shame that I do not get to spend more time with you, but I need to go,” I grunt.
Standing to full height, looking down at this piece of shit, I’m thinking that he had it all but he got greedy.
Stepping over his body, I grip his hair, yanking back so I can get access to his throat.
Ignoring his cries for me to stop, I slide my blade over his throat, watching as the blood sprays anything within reach.
Satisfied that he will not recover from this, I wipe my blade on the rug before placing it back into the holster and leave the apartment.
Fading into the walls, I move past the rushing police, clocking Tate, the fucker who is friendly with Skyla.
I want nothing more than to throat punch this fucker, but I need to move. Using the stairs again, I step out into the cold air. It cools my heated skin as I move toward the old truck.
My dick is still hard in my jeans, and I wish I could go to Skyla to help me out but I know I am the last person she wants to see right now. I fucking hurt her, which I regret.
The past few days have made me see that she deserves better than me, but I am not sure I can let her go and be with someone else. I need to give her space then grovel to her to get her to take me back.
Driving to the clubhouse, I park the truck the prospect takes over, and I know that he will hide it in the back.
Entering the club, music is loud, brothers are drinking, whores are doing their jobs, but none of it interests me. Stepping to the bar, I lean over and pick up a bottle of Jack, before going to find Winger.
Finding him in his office, I step in, making him look up from his computer.
“All good, VP?” I nod, taking a seat.
“Yep. I had to change things up, but he got what he deserved; so did she.”
He leans back, watching me. I open the bottle and take a big gulp.
“Your head clear now? No more biting people’s heads off?”
I shrug. “If they piss me off then, yeah, I am going to say shit, but I get what you mean. I will give it some time, then see where we go from there.”
“That was vague as fuck if I ever heard, brother.”
“It is what it is. She hates me right now, Pres, and rightfully so. I fucked up.” He nods, cocking a brow at me. “I know. I let my anger rule over my thoughts. You know how hot-headed I can get, but seeing the hurt…” I sigh.
Leaning forward, I set my elbows on my knees, the bottle dangling from one hand between my legs.
“It gutted me. My heart fucking split open, brother.” I rub the ache in my chest at the pain I have caused Skyla.
Winger knows about my past, with my shitty folks and friends I have lost, so he knows that I struggle with commitment and dealing with my feelings.
He may only be a few years older than me but he is wise as fuck, and I guess that is what comes with being a seer, and knowing what is right around the corner most times.
You do not have time to be a fuck up, so you need your head screwed on right.
For days now, it has been Skyla’s face in my dreams; seeing the pain that I caused her has had me waking up drenched in sweat, but my dick hard for her at the same time. Jerking my cock in the shower is not the same as sinking into her hot flesh.
Pres slaps me on the back, then pushes to his feet.
“You know my thoughts on her, brother. I also know that through the dark mask that you wear, you will be good for her. She is exactly what you need.” With that, he leaves me to my thoughts.
Not that I can get a handle on them right now, with so much spinning around.
Time is what we both need right now. I need a fucking distraction to keep me from riding over to her house and making her take me back.