24. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Easton
Arriving at The Den, I pull in and shut off the car. Turning to her, I see a red hand print across her face as tears stream down her swollen cheek. I don’t care if that bitch is her mother, she needs to keep her fucking hands to herself or I’ll cut them the fuck off. She turns to me and I cup her face, wiping the tears away. Her ocean blues shimmer in the fading sunlight. This fucking girl is so goddamn gorgeous and I’m one lucky son of a bitch to have her as mine. I place a gentle kiss on her cheek and lips.
“You’re not any of the things she called you. If anything, you’re my little slut that I love to gag with my cock. And if she ever hits you again, it will be the last thing she does.” I warn, and she grabs my shirt pulling me closer to her as she kisses me slowly, flicking her tongue against my bottom lip. I moan, but pull away.
“If we continue this here, we will never make it inside. I would much rather lay you out on my bed than fuck you in my back seat.” I smirk and she smiles. I love that smile.
Climbing out, I round the car as she gathers her things. I open the door and offer her my hand, which she takes. I pull her up and take the bag of stuff from her and walk through the front door. The guys are littered around and have already started drinking. Bentley is out of his seat first, coming right for me.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” he accuses, grabbing her chin and turning her face to get a better look at the mark on her cheek.
“First of all, back the fuck up, brother,” she seethes as she pulls her face out of his hold. “Second, why don’t you call mommy dearest and find out. She’s the one who hit me, not Easton. So sit down and shut the fuck up.” She spits. Goddamn, my girl is a little firecracker today.
“Wait, what?” He says, rubbing his hand over his face and this time I chime in.
“The fact that you really thought I would ever hurt her is fucking wild to me.” I growl as his steel-gray eyes meet mine.
“Listen man, I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions, I know you wouldn’t hurt her.” He confirms and I shake my head.
“Also, while we are here, the pact and the oath are fucking bullshit. The rest of us have to suffer while you play house with Amy? Fuck that. And don’t fucking say she doesn’t mean shit to you, because I’ll make a call and have a dude come scoop her little ass up real quickand see how you fucking feel about it.” I spit and he grabs my collar.
“Do it and see what the fuck happens.” He growls as my little Hellcat tries to push him off me. My eyes connect with hers and she shakes her head at me, letting me know this isn’t the time.
“Get off me.” I spit, pushing him off.
“What is this about anyway? Since when do you care about the pact and the oath?” He presses, but I shake my head, walking away.
“Doesn’t matter.” I growl, continuing to walk away leaving Dylan to deal with her brother. I need a moment to get my head right. I dig into my pocket as I walk down the hallway to my room.
Taking out a cigarette, I light it and inhale the minty smoke. Getting to my room, I unlock my door and swing it open, then slam it shut, walk over to my stereo, turn it on and the volume up. I sit down on my couch, leaning back as I smoke. That mother fucker has some nerve thinking I would ever hit his sister let alone a female. I may be violent and aggressive, but I’ve never been that way with a girl before.
Finishing my cigarette, I put it out and strip from my clothes, throwing them in the hamper. I walk into the bathroom and step into the shower, turning the knob on the hottest it will go, I stand under the spray trying to calm down. We have a race tonight and I want to take Dylan for a ride. Thinking about her calms me. I hate that we can’t be together in the open, yet. I was ready to lay it all out on the table, but she knows his temper and it wasn’t the time. I just want to be able to kiss her whenever the fuck I want. Warm arms wrap around my waist and I take a deep breath.
“Did you lock the door?” I ask as she runs her claws up my chest.
“Yes, he stormed out feeling like an asshole for accusing you of hitting me. Ace followed him out but Kingston and Antonio are sitting around drinking.” She whispers, kissing my back.
“It really fucking bothers me that he assumed so quickly. I’m a killer, not a fucking woman beater. He knows better.” I spit and she sighs.
“I know Eas. Just let it go. He just needs to cool off and everything will be fine.” She reassures me, running her hands down my stomach, gripping my cock with both hands. I hiss and lean my forehead against the tile wall as she strokes my length, rubbing her thumb over my piercing.
“Fuck, Hellcat.” I growl, and her grip tightens as she strokes me faster.
“Turn around, Eas.” She whispers and I spin, looking at her naked body. She drops to her knees, wrapping her warm mouth around my cock, sucking the tip slowly as she runs her nails down my shaft causing me to hiss again. Fuck, this girl. She takes all of me down her tight throat, swallowing me as her nails pinch my balls.
“Gag baby. Let me see those eyes water.” I command and she does just that.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I praise as she continues to gag harder, saliva dripping down her chin. I groan as she looks up at me with mascara running down her face. I pull her off with a pop as strings of saliva leave her mouth.
“You’re so perfect,” I praise. “How did I get so lucky?” I ask as she stands.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Crow.” She giggles and I shake my head.
“What is with you and that fucking nickname?” I laugh, curious for the answer.
“I’ve known you all my life and you have always been a clever little fuck, but also a problem solver. Anyone can throw anything at you, and you always come out on top, just like a crow.” She says and I smirk.
“So you have been watching me all this time?” I press, scooping her up into my arms, walking out of the shower and placing her on top of the sink. Her cheeks blush as I call her out.
“Don’t be shy baby, I’ll let you know a little secret. You remember that boy who ghosted you?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Yeah, Mark Finkle. What about him?” she asks with a curious tone.
“He didn’t ghost you. I fucking killed him for touching what’s been mine all along. Wanna know how I did it?” Her eyes widen at my confession.
“You did what?” She yells and I laugh, bringing her lips to mine.
“I stabbed the prick seventeen times because that’s how many times he laid a hand on you. I don’t think you understand how hard it is not to kill Carter for touching you. But his time is fucking coming, best believe that,” I promise. She cups my face bringing her lips to mine, kissing me slowly. She pulls away before I can deepen the kiss causing me to growl.
“You really do love me, huh?” She smirks, and I lift her ass up as she wraps her arms and legs around me like a monkey.
“Fuck yeah I do, Hellcat. You are all I need, baby.” I confess, wanting to show her how much I need her, but there’s a knock on my door.
“Eas, open up. We need to talk.” Bentley yells from the other side of the door.
“Oh, shit.” She curses. Wiggling out of my arms, she grabs her clothes and hides in my closet. I laugh because Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t know how much longer I can keep this shit hidden.
I slide boxers and black ripped jeans on before sinking my feet into my combat boots. Walking over to the door, I pull it open and step aside for Bentley to come in.
“Before you say anything, I need to ask you something.” He blurts and I nod.
“Did you know Dylan was raped?” He asks, anger written on his face. Fuck. This isn’t my story to tell. What the fuck do I say? Yeah man, I was there. I'm the first one that got inside of her. Fuck.
“Yeah, she told me not too long ago,” I say ashamedly, and he punches me in my face. My head whips on impact and I growl as he grabs onto my shirt. I deserve that.
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me? That’s my fucking sister, you prick.” He roars as spittle leaves his mouth.
“Because I’m handling it and it’s not my fucking story to tell. If she didn’t tell you, it’s for a reason, asshole. Now get the fuck off me,” I yell, pushing him, but he doesn’t budge.
“Handling it? I want fucking names, Easton. Now!” He commands, taking a step back.
“I said I’m fucking handling it. I’ve already killed one.” I say through gritted teeth, spitting blood onto his shoes, he swings at me again, but I lean back and send a quick jab to his nose. His head snaps back as blood leaks down his face.
“I’m going to kill you!” He roars, charging at me as we collide with my dresser, sending my stereo crashing to the ground. Suddenly, my closet door bursts open and Dylan screams.
“Fucking stop. Stop fucking fighting you idiots.” She hops on Bentley’s back, trying to pull him off me but he tosses her to the ground. I fucking see red. I push him off me and grab my dagger, gripping him by the throat. Dylan screams my name again, making me lose focus and he headbutts me, blurring my vision for a second. I take a step back and shake my head, trying to get my vision back, but he punches me in the gut.
“Fucking stop. Please stop! It’s not his fault.” She screams as I get my bearings and he rounds on her.
“What the fuck were you doing in his closet?” He screams, picking up my lamp and tossing it over her head.
“Bentley, if you don’t back the fuck up off her, I will fucking kill you,” I threaten.
“Huh? Answer me, Dylan!” He screams in her face and she cowers. Fuck this. I grab my sais, not thinking of anything but her, but when my eyes connect with hers, they widen in fear.
“Easton, NO!” She screams at the top of her lungs as my door bursts open and Kingston and Ace take in the scene. Kingston grabs Bentley first.
“Get him the fuck away from her before I kill him.” I order, looking straight at Kingston as Ace comes into view.
“Don’t fucking touch me. Get the fuck out of my room.” I growl.
“You’re both fucking liars. This isn’t fucking over! Do you hear me? Far from over.” Bentley says through gritted teeth as Kingston drags him out. Once he’s gone, I place the sais down and Ace steps in front of me.
“Dylan, get out,” Ace commands and I growl.
“Who the fuck are you to make her leave? I’m not going to hurt her. Get the fuck out of my face.” His eyes never leave mine.
“Dylan, I said leave.” He commands again and I get right in his face.
“Enough, I’m not fucking leaving without him. So you can all go fuck yourselves.” She snaps, walking over to my bed picking up my keys, raising a brow at me.
“You coming?” She asks, and I nod, grabbing her hand and a white tee from my dresser, leading her out of the room, down the hall, into the main room and out the front doors. No one says a fucking word as we leave. Fuck this and fuck them. I’m done with the bullshit.