39. Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Easton
It takes me less than forty-five minutes to arrive at this deserted lot. Hazel texted me about twenty minutes ago, letting me know she was in place. I told her to only shoot on my signal. She wasn’t pleased, but we have to do this strategically. There’s a black van and SUV parked in the distance. I get out of my car and lean against my hood, tapping the holster strapped to my belt.
The SUV door opens and a tall man with dark hair, dressed in a suit holding papers and a tablet, walks towards me as two men spill out of the van. Both armed heavily with guns. I take a deep breath as one of them opens the sliding door retrieving the girl I love by her hair. I reach into my holster for a throwing star but the other man lifts the AK strapped to his chest, pointing it at her head as they all walk towards me.
A shot rings out, colliding with the man’s skull, exploding his head wide open. Fuck! Hazel. Dylan screams as the blood and brain matter ricochet off her face. Another shot rings out in the distance, but it doesn’t make contact. A knife is suddenly pushed against Dylan's neck as I reach for my sais.
“Enough!” is yelled through the tablet the suit guy is holding.
“One more fucking move and you both are dead. This is a simple fucking transaction.” The voice commands.
“Let’s get this over with. What the fuck do you want?” I spit and he laughs.
“Clyde, hand the Little Puppet the papers.” He orders and Clyde lays them on the hood of my car.
“You both are to sign over your first-born son to me. You will care for him for the first thirteen years and then he’s mine to do as I see fit. You will be paid a substantial amount of money throughout this contract. You have two years to fulfill it or you both die.” He says like this is a no brainer. I look over at Dylan whose eyes are wide as tears pour down her face.
“And if I don’t sign this contract? Who's to say I don’t just kill everyone here and take her home?” I ask, because fuck this, I’m not signing my unborn child over to this psycho.
“I figured you would ask that. Clyde, press play on the video.” He orders and the screen lights up to our sleeping mothers with guns to their temples. He fucking knew this would get me. Using our moms as weapons to get what he wants. Fuck. My eyes collide with Dylan’s and she nods her head as tears pour from her eyes. Fuck! I take the pen from this clown and sign my name. The papers are snatched from the hood and brought over to Dylan as her hands are untied, taking the pen with shaky hands, she signs on the dotted line. My heart drops at what this means for our future. We are fucked!
“Now you are free to go. Your mothers will be released by the time you get home to insure you don’t try to kill the rest of my men. It was such a pleasure doing business with you both. See you soon, Puppets.” He laughs, and the screen goes black. I grab Dylan and pull her in for a hug as the men back up, never taking their eyes off of me, dragging the dead body as they go.
“Eas, is it really you?” She rasps, squeezing me tighter.
“Yes, baby. It’s me. Let’s get in the car and get the fuck out of here.” I whisper, kissing the top of her head. She steps back and climbs in the car and I follow suit. I’m not ready to take her home. I want to be alone with her for tonight as long as she will have me.
“Can we go get a hotel and be alone tonight? I don’t want to take you home just yet.” I say, nervous she will reject me.
“Yes, please. We have a lot to talk about.” She replies and I nod, putting the car in gear and whipping out of the deserted lot. I click over to the text threads and see I’m cooked. The guys know what I did. Fuck. I’m definitely not going back tonight. First, I text hazel to see what the fuck happened.
Me: What happened to waiting for my signal?
Hazel: It wasn’t me and I’m handling it.
Me: What the fuck do you mean it wasn’t you?
Hazel: I’ll explain later. Tell my Skittle Pop I said hello.
Me: Jesus Christ, fine!
Switching over to the group chat, I send out a text.
Me: I got her! We will be back tomorrow.
Kingston: The Kings are not fucking happy.
Me: I can imagine.
Antonio: You both good?
Me: I don’t know, man.
Bentley: What do you mean you don’t know?
Me: Oh now you give a shit?
Ace: Can we not fucking argue? This is a good thing. Everyone is alive, right? Dylan’s safe?
Me: Yes and yes. Let Spade know I’ll call him momentarily.
Bentley: Roger that and thanks, man!
Me: Shut the fuck up. You can be in your feels tomorrow. Them pain meds did you right, huh?
Bentley: Listen, I’m sorry. I was fucking wrong.
Me: Save it for tomorrow. Can someone swing by the houses and check on our moms? Don’t ask questions, just do it. Plus, we are summoned there in the morning.
Bentley: Fine. Jameson is going to check.
I roll my eyes. He’s such a crazy mother fucker. Hopefully, he gets in and out undetected, otherwise a bullet will meet his head.
Me: Okay. I'll see you guys tomorrow.
They all respond with their okays, and I take a deep breath, looking at Dylan. Her hair is a fucking mess and she seems so fucking sad.
“I hate the look on your face and it’s my fault it’s there.” I say, catching a stray tear running down her cheek.
“I spent the last two months thinking I killed you. Then all this happened and I’m just fucking numb. Is this real? Am I going to wake up from this dream and still be locked in a nightmare where you’re fucking dead? Because if that’s the case, I don’t ever want to wake up. I can’t survive this life without you. I just fucking can’t. I tried and I don’t want to do it.” She sobs.
“Please don’t cry, Hellcat. I’m not going anywhere. This is fucking real.” I say, taking her hand, placing it over my rapidly beating heart.
“You feel that, baby? You feel how fast it beats for you? I’m real. This is real. I promise you that.” I whisper and she sobs, pulling at my shirt. If I wasn’t driving, I would scoop her in my arms and hold her forever, but I need to get us to a hotel.
A few hours later, after arriving to a hotel close to home and being threatened by Spade, we both shower separately and lay in bed. I hold her in my arms as she wraps her naked body around mine and lift her chin so I can see her gorgeous ocean blues.
“I’m so fucking sorry for lying to you, baby. I should have come clean after it happened.” I whisper, and she places a finger over my lips.
“No, Eas. You did what you had to do. I’m the one who’s sorry for not letting you explain and assuming the worst. I know deep in my soul you would never fucking hurt me. Anger and rage blinded the truth and I will never forgive myself for that. I’m so fucking sorry.” She rasps against my lips.
“We both fucked up, but I can’t live in a world where I don’t get to be with you. You are all I want. All I fucking need in this life. Please forgive m–” soft lips interrupt me and I moan into the kiss, deepening it as my tongue sweeps hers. Fuck, I missed her taste. She groans as my hands grasp both ass cheeks, squeezing tightly. Our hands roam each other's bodies as we get lost in the kiss. She pulls away panting, reaching down to line my cock up with her entrance, pushing me on my back to straddle my hips and slamming down onto me. “Fuckkkk, Hellcat! So. Fucking. Wet.” I groan as she rides my cock, whimpering.
“Jesus, Eas. I fucking missed you,” she whines as I grab her hips tightly, thrusting up into her, watching her tits bounce. I go to sit up, but she pushes me back down, shoving her tits in my face as her ass bounces on my cock. I slap her ass hard as I suck a nipple into my mouth, biting it then switching to the other one as she moans, riding me faster.
“Just like that, Hellcat. Fuck Daddy’s cock.” I command.
“Oh god, Eas. You feel so good.” She moans. Fuck this. I flip us over and slam into her relentlessly. It’s been way too long and I want her to shatter all over me. I kiss her face, sucking her bottom lip as she meets me thrust for thrust. I sit up and press my thumb on her clit, pulling it up as I spit on it and rub tight circles. She tightens around me as her body starts to tremble.
“Let me hear it, Hellcat.” I command.
She screams her release as her body spasms under me. Flicking her clit hard and fast, she gushes on my cock as I feel that familiar tingle creep up my spine, I pull out and paint her pretty swollen pussy with my cum. “Fuck, baby.” I growl, lifting her hips up high to lick our cum from her cunt. I gently place her ass on the bed and grab her by the neck, pulling her up to me as she opens her mouth like the good fucking girl she is, and I spit our release onto her waiting tongue. “Swallow us.” I command and I watch her throat bob.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I praise. She pulls me down onto her, biting my bottom lip. I kiss her, loving the way we both taste and before I know it, my cock is sliding into her wet cunt for round two.
“I fucking love you, Dylan. You are it for me. Forever and Always.” I whisper against her lips, looking deep into her eyes as my hand cups her face and my dick slowly milks her walls.
“I fucking love you too, Eas. Ride or die baby.” She smiles. We make love until the sun comes up and reality sets in of what we had to do and what’s to come.
Now we have to go see what our mother’s want and check in with Spade.
If only we could stay in this love bubble forever.