29. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Dylan
A week later, me and the girls decide we need a night to ourselves. I told Easton I was staying at Amy’s for the night and Amy told Bentley she was staying with me at our mom’s house. Hopefully, the boys don’t ask each other questions because I haven't been home in weeks. My mother apologized when I went home today to drop off some stuff and grab my car. I let her know I’d be home tomorrow.Luckily, Ava doesn’t have to answer to anyone, so she doesn’t have to worry about getting caught. I take out my phone and shut off my location. He shouldn’t need to look where I am if he knows I’m at Amy’s. I pull the visor down and reapply my lip gloss.
“You guys ready to shake your asses and get fucked up?” I giggle.
“Oh, yes. I’ve been waiting for a girls’ night away from the guys.” Amy laughs as she passes me a joint and I take a deep hit. Ava’s been quiet tonight. I don’t know what's going on with her, but I hope tonight will cheer her up. I take a hit and pass it to her and she takes it, inhaling deep before coughing.
“Girl, when was the last time you smoked?” I laugh as she passes it to Amy.
“It’s been a minute. Is that Antonio’s shit?” She asks and Amy shakes her head.
“It sure is. I’ll only get it from him. At least I know it’s not laced with some crazy shit that's out in the streets as of lately.” Amy says, passing it to me. I lean back against the headrest and take another hit.
“This shit is fucking good. I’m already high as fuck.” I say with a giggle.
“He calls it ‘Giggle Grass’.” Amy says. She’s right, it’s very fucking fitting.
“You guys ready to get in there? Let’s do a round of shots and go shake our asses.” Ava whoops.
“That’s my girl. Let’s do this!” I yell and we all laugh, piling out of the car.
We decided on a bar in Whitestone called ‘The End Of The Rivers’ where no one will know us. We enter the barn-like swinging doors and head straight for the bar. The place isn’t packed, but it isn’t empty, either. There’s a lot of biker dudes in here playing pool and cards in the far back. There’s people on the dance floor and the music is jumping. The bartender walks over with a big smile on his face.
“Hey ladies, I’m Slash. What can I get for you?” Ava orders us ‘sex on the beach’ shots and we throw them back the second he sets them in front of us. I order another round of shots and a mixed drink for myself. I’m not a beer girl like these other two. Once my drink is ready, I hand Slash a hundo, telling him to keep a running tab, and Amy hands him fifty for a tip. I grab a pain killer from my pocket and pop it in my mouth, washing it down with my drink. I haven’t told anyone that I’m still in pain, they would never allow me to leave the bed, so I take the meds when needed and I know tonight-it’s going to be a must.
Ava grabs our hands and leads us to the dancefloor. We grind to the music, letting our hips sway as the beat flows through our bones. We dance for what feels like hours as sweat drips on our skin. Amy pulls us off to get more drinks from Slash and we step outside to cool down. The cold night air feels refreshing on my arms and legs considering I’m wearing a skirt and tank top. I take a deep breath and look to my right where I see a bunch of guys wearing biker vests, smoking a cigarette. I walk over to see if one of them will share with me.
“Hey fellas, anyone have an extra one for me?” I say as my tone drips with honey, pushing my tits out. The tall guy with dark hair, green eyes and tattoos on his neck, licks his lips and hands me a cigarette. I place it between my lips and he lights it for me. Taking a drag, I blow out the smoke. “Thank you.” I say with a smirk.
“No problem, pretty girl.” He replies, rubbing his fingers down his chin as he looks me up and down. I wink and turn back to the girls who are giggling. We share the cigarette as we check out the four guys. They are really fucking hot for a bunch of bikers. Once the cigarette is finished, we go back inside for another round of shots. The room is already starting to sway as the pain meds kick in full force. I’m drunk, but I’m not done partying yet. After throwing back the shot, we get on the dance floor and the guys from outside come over and start dancing with us. We giggle, thinking nothing of it. It’s just dancing, what harm can it do? The tall man wraps his arms around my waist and grinds his hip behind me.
“You’re fucking sexy. Anyone ever tell you that?” He groans in my ear but I don’t respond as he tightens his hold, pushing my long hair to the side and biting along my neck. This shouldn’t feel good coming from a stranger, but it does. It feels so fucking good as he pushes his hard cock against my ass. Damn, he’s huge. I look over at Amy, who’s making out with the blonde guy, and Ava is a panting mess with two of the other guys. The redhead is playing with her nipples and kissing down her neck while the dark-haired guy has his hand up her skirt. God damn, my girls give no fucks tonight, so why should I? I push back against his hard cock, rolling my hips against him.
He squeezes my hip with one hand, pushing me harder against him as his other hand grabs my tit, running his thumb up and down my hard nipple. His other hand leaves my hip and trails up my stomach and both his hands squeeze my tits, pinching my nipples. Fuck, this feels so good. I grind harder, rolling my hips again as one hand travels down my stomach and into my skirt. He pulls at the front of my thong, creating the perfect friction for my aching clit.
“I bet your pussy is tight as fuck, pretty girl. I would bet my life on it that you look like a goddess with no clothes on.” He says, groaning as I pant. The room starts to spin and I laugh, pulling away, but he grabs me harshly.
“You’re a fucking tease. You know you want it. Look at your friends, begging to be touched by my guys.” He growls in my ear, but I can barely see straight as my head starts to lull to the side.
“That’s okay, baby. I’ll still fuck you while you’re unconscious. It makes it even easier for me to do as I please.” He spits, but he stiffens as the barn doors swing open and closed. I continue to sway to the beat as a familiar voice hits my ears.
“Get the fuck away from her.” Easton threatens. Fuck, we are in so much trouble. I look at the girls who look at me wide eyed as Bentley and Ace circle the other guys. I look back to the doors and see a very fucking mad Easton. Shit. I don’t know how much he saw, but I know I’m in so much fucking trouble.
“Who the fuck are you?” Tattooed neck growls. Easton takes a step forward, taking out a dagger from his holster as the guys pull their guns out. I roll my eyes because they have no idea who they are dealing with. I step back and grab onto Amy and Ava’s hands whispering, “You know we’re fucked right?”
“Yep.” They say in unison.
“Are you both aware of what our guys do?” I ask, and Ava’s stupid ass chimes in with her bullshit.
“‘Our’ guys? You and I don’t belong to any of them. Amy’s the only one whose stuck with the mother fucker.”
“Umm, that’s not entirely true.” I reveal and they both look at me with wide eyes.
“Girl, if we weren’t in the middle of this shit, I’d be all over your ass with questions.” Amy whispers.
“I know, I know. Just keep it to yourself. I’ll explain later.” I whisper back.
“It’s not Ace, right?” Ava asks with sadness written all over her face and I shake my head,
“No, Aves. I would never do that to you. I know you love him, even when you deny it.” I say and she nods with a little smile.
“But you both didn’t answer the fucking question.” I whisper as everyone around us gets real fucking tense.
“Yes we know. They kill, and work, for The Cartel.” Ava whispers and Amy nods in agreement. Taking a deep breath, feeling kind of relieved that I don’t have to mask what’s about to go down.
“Then brace yourselves. Easton looks like he’s seconds away from losing it and the others aren’t looking so calm themselves.” I warn and they nod. The redhead lunges at Ace but he’s too quick for him. Ace retrieves the gun, pistol whipping him in the face and points the gun at his friend.
“Move a muscle and I’ll blow your fucking head off.” Ace spits.
“You don’t know who you’re fucking with.” The dark haired guy grits. And Bentley laughs.
“You think being a biker bitch makes you lethal? You ain’t seen shit yet.” The bar seems to clear out and the music is lowered. I look over at Slash and he winks. What the fuck does that mean?
“These sluts were begging for it.” The blonde yells to Bentley who just continues to smirk. Uh oh . It’s fucking coming. I look over to Easton who won’t fucking look at me. Fuck.
“This little thing was grinding all over my stick, begging me to take her to the bathroom to fuck her hard.” He laughs. Oh fuck no. Amy’s eyes widen as I grab her beer bottle and smash the bottom off as I walk over to the lying mother fucker and hold the sharp end to his neck.
“Wanna run that back? This time tell the truth or I’ll sink this bottle into your fucking neck and watch you bleed out all over this filthy floor.” I spit. Easton growls, but the guy laughs as he grabs me by the throat, tossing me onto the floor as the bottle scrapes his neck and shatters onto the floor beneath me. Fuck, my hands land in the broken glass and my healing rib screams at me. Easton doesn’t hesitate and smacks the hand that holds the gun. It goes off and the bullet goes wide, smashing the front window. I cover my head naturally as the girls run over and huddle on the ground with me.
Easton takes his dagger and slams it into the guys’ neck as he drops to the ground, choking on his own blood. I look back at Bentley as he stabs the guy in the eye with some type of pick. The guy screams as Benny brings him to his knees and slices his throat wide open. Last but not least, Ace has the one guy on his stomach as he steps on his spine holding an arm in each hand, pulling until you hear bones breaking from the pressure. He lets his arms go but grabs his head, pulling it as far back as it will go and more crunching of bones echo the room along with his screams. Ace pulls back harder as he pours something down the guy's throat, then holds his nose to force him to swallow.
I watch closely as his Adams Apple bobs, and then Ace takes a small torch from his pocket, lights it up, and brings it to the guys mouth, immediately catching fire. Holy shit. That’s savage as fuck. He holds him like that until his body starts to shake uncontrollably, then he tosses him to the ground, leaving him to burn from the inside out.
Suddenly the barn doors swing open and Uncle Jameson walks in. I need to remember not to call him that in front of Bentley.
“Slash, get me a shot of tequila please.” Jameson orders as he takes in the scene.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? No one could call me for some fun?” He looks around asking, but no one moves.
“Who the fuck are you?” Bentley asks venomously as Jameson cocks his head. Jesus, just like Hazel.
“You look just like him. It’s the eyes I see.” He says, and Easton finally chimes in because this secret we have been all keeping, is about to explode if Jameson doesn’t shut the fuck up.
“We will clean it up, don’t worry.” Easton says.
“It’s fine, the clean up crew is already on the way. I just came to see why this happened in my wife’s bar.” He asks, taking the shot and pouring it on the floor, reciting some shit in a language I’ve never heard before.
“It seems our girls decided to come have a night out without letting anyone know.” Easton says through gritted teeth as we finally pick ourselves up off the floor.
“Come Little Creatures.” He commands and Easton growls.
“Don’t worry, Candyman, I won't hurt her.” He smirks as Bentley’s eyes narrow. Fuck. We walk over to him and he takes my hand.
“It’s nice to see you again, Little One.” He smiles and I roll my eyes.
“It’s nice to see you not holding a knife to my throat this time.” I smirk and he shakes his head. That’s fucking weird.
“You remind me so much of her. This is the type of shit she would do, so I don’t blame these guys for coming in here and protecting what is theirs.” He says, shaking his head again as he stares at me for a little too long. I nod my head and pull my hand away.
“You are all free to go, run along now before I change my mind.” He orders and me and the girls scamper out, trying to get to my car before the boys can catch up. I may have been drunk earlier, but all of that shit sobered me the fuck up, real quick. I open my car door, but before I can climb in, Bentley yells across the parking lot.
“The Den! Now!” I nod and look over at Easton who finally looks at me. I can’t get a read on him so I get in the car and start it up. Taking my phone out, I check it, knowing he blew it up. Turning the screen on, I gasp; one hundred and fifty missed calls and a shit ton of text messages. I’m in soooo much fucking trouble. Pulling out of the parking lot, the boys follow us.
“Was it worth it?” I ask, and they both groan.
I take a deep breath and prepare for the shit show that's about to happen the minute we get to The Den. We fucked up big time.
Hopefully, all the yelling will turn into multiple orgasms, or a red fucking ass that will sting for days.