Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
TAYA
My hands grip the top of the wire fence, my gloves stopping it from cutting into my hand.
My blood boils like it flows from the body parts currently being eaten by my darlings.
Flower and her four babies, who are almost at the age when they can be removed from her, are off to my right, enjoying the day’s sun while rolling around in their mud pile.
Butch and his brother Biggie, are making their way through an arm and a leg, which I know will be gone soon. I smile at my pride and joys as they enjoy today’s delight.
When my mom passed these babies onto me, I was naive in thinking that I wouldn’t like what they did here at Coyle Farm, but fuck me, I love it, especially when I find out what scumbag is being taken from this world.
She left me ten pigs, and three were pregnant. Out of those three, only two became pregnant by my boars, but I kept my one gilt, Mango, because she may not be able to give me piglets, but she can eat a mean son of a bitch when presented to her.
When I am pissed, I come here and speak to them; they all have different personalities, and I love spending time with them. Most people would think I am crazy but fuck them. They do not know me and my pigs.
Each and every one has a name; I refused to keep calling them pigs and piggies.
They do a job, a very important one I might add, one that brings me a lot of money. Not only the disposals but I rent out my boars to breed. Each of my boys has good sperm, and they have produced a lot of litters over the years.
Sighing proudly at my pigs, I step back and begin to remove my get-up that I wear to stop any blood from getting onto my skin and clothes. Learned my lesson the hard way my first year.
Some of the people who use my services used to pass comment that I was way too young to be dealing with such a gruesome way of life, feeding my pigs dead people. For twelve years I have been doing this and I can honestly say that I have never felt guilty about what I do after my first time.
The first time I took on my new role, I cried because I did not know to the full extent as to why I was feeding my pigs a man who looked like my high school teacher. It turned out that the man had sexually assaulted a young girl while she was walking home from work. He marked her skin with a knife so that poor girl had to look at what he did to her body as well as mentally dealing with the trauma.
After that night, my father and brothers explained it to me, and I detached myself from the people I cut up and fed to my pigs.
“They are some greedy fuckers,” I hear coming from behind me.
The men all walk up to the line of pens. My father grins at me proudly, as he always does when he sees me at work. He says that seeing me doing what I was born to do reminds him of my mom.
She was his world.
“They are. Like most men,” I add, looking directly at Smoke.
The guys chuckle, but Smoke just grins at me like my words did not affect him in any way.
“The pigs are beasts. They have fucking mood swings as well. They can be charming at times, be happy with you scratching their backs and behind their ears, then before you can blink, they turn nasty fuckers and try to bite you,” my brother tells the bikers.
I roll my eyes at his comment.
“My babies are the best. They are only mean to some people, so I wouldn’t get too close, bikers.” I grin.
Sniper steps forward, but I intercept him, shaking my head.
“Not going to happen. No one touches my pigs but me,” I say sweetly with a smile on my face, but I drop it and say more. “You may be a mean biker, but I promise you, Sniper , I will cut you down where you stand.”
His eyes flash something that looks like respect and approval. He nods and steps back. It is then I notice that Smoke has stepped closer to us as well, his gaze locked on his brother.
His gaze is laser-focused on Sniper, his fists clenched at his sides. My lady parts tingle. Shit, why is that so hot?
Is he there to protect me in case Sniper snaps?
I watch as Sniper walks to where my father and brothers are standing before I look to Smoke, who is closer than he was a second ago.
“Before you two go eye-fucking each other, I want to know what Smoke meant when he said he knows how your ass feels,” Carson calls out.
Smoke cocks a perfect thick brow at me, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Nothing; he was saying stupid shit to piss me off.” I collect my bloody items off the floor and bundle them together, ready to be thoroughly cleaned in the shed that is kept for such things.
It is in this shed that I cut up the bodies, but to anyone who happens to stumble upon it, it looks like a wet room or mud room. It has waterproof walls, floor, and ceiling, with a big drain in the middle. Do not get me wrong, I do clean mud and animal shit off my rubber boots in there. My equipment is stored close by; not even my family knows where it is.
“It sounded like he knew from experience,” Corbin adds.
I flip him off.
“I think she doesn’t want anyone knowing that we hooked up,” Smoke pretends to whisper.
My body goes cold and hot at the same time. Images of him fucking me against the wall in that room, but also images of me using my equipment to cut his body into little pieces to feed him to my pigs file through my head.
“You never know when to shut your mouth, do you?” I snap at him. “Just fuck off back to your club whores and forget about what happened.”
My arms tighten around my things, reminding me that I need to get them cleaned up before the blood starts to dry.
“So something did happen?” Carson asks, but I ignore him, keeping my glaring focus on the big mouth biker fucker who I am not sure what to do with.
“My mouth is good for a lot of things, baby, but keeping it shut is not one of them.” He winks.
The men laugh, even my fucking family. I gawk at them.
“Are you fucking laughing at the fact that this man is bragging about fucking me in a dark storeroom at a bar? Shouldn’t you be threatening to kill him or something? I mean, I have the weapons ready if you want to take that path,” I bitch.
“Pumpkin, we all knew it was going to happen eventually. You and Smoke have been dancing around each other for years. It was only a matter of time,” Dad speaks up.
My mouth drops open, then closes like a dying fish.
“You are not serious?” My father and my brothers shrug. “You do know that while we have been dancing around each other as you so put it, he has been sticking his dick in a million other women, right? He has not been sitting around waiting for me,” I grind out.
My jaw hurts from grinding my teeth in anger.
“It is not quite a million though, is it?” Corbin speaks up, making me want to plot his murder.
“The timing wasn’t right. Now, I believe it is,” Dad replies.
We stare at each other for a short time, while I wait for him to say that he is joking, pulling my leg as they say, but I get nothing but a serious look on my dad’s face.
“Holy shit, you fucking believe that.” I look my father square in the eyes, and he nods once.
My heart beats like a NASCAR car in my chest as I stare at the three men who mean more to me than life, but they all just look at me like they cannot understand why I am angry.
Pulling my gaze from them, I look to Smoke who is staring at me with an intense look, which tells me that he wants to devour me.
“How many club girls have you fucked since you fucked me?” I ask bluntly.
He doesn’t hesitate.
“None.”
I scoff, then look to his brothers, out of them all it would be Locke who I would trust the most. He shakes his head, letting me know that Smoke is not lying to me.
Steeling my spine, I wave off his answer, ignoring the tilt of his lush lips. I know I am being childish by not listening, but from experience, Smoke is a slut and is happiest the most when he is getting his dick wet.
I close my eyes, pushing down the arousal that is flooding my body, breathing in deeply when I think of him and his dick. I calm myself but it is short-lived when I feel a hard body press against me.
My eyes fly open, and I look up to see Smoke smiling down at me. His hand snakes around my waist, pulling me even closer.
“Um, what the hell are you doing?” I wriggle, trying to pull away but he holds me tighter without hurting me.
“When are you going to give in?” The deep tone of his voice sends waves of arousal to my greedy vagina, and I grimace, not wanting the reaction.
Damn, I need to go to my house and have a date with my vibrator to get these dirty thoughts of Smoke out of my head.
I huff, and with another push against his body, I force him to let me go before stepping back and narrowing my eyes at him, picturing lasers coming from me and wiping that grin off his handsome face.
Oh hell, who am I kidding, I would never want to damage such a masterpiece.
“Never,” I sass before turning on my heel and walking away, feeling proud of myself.
Let’s hope that he leaves me alone so my body can cool off from his touches.