Twenty-Five
Y eah, I’d been avoiding Grace, because I felt like a fucking monster, and I literally didn’t know how to face her, but when I got that text, nothing else mattered, except saving her and Lissa.
Bossy doc: HELP! Lissa’s trapped in her office with the attacker. I can hear him in there, and she needs help!”
Shit! “Guys, fuck! Grace says the attacker is in Lissa’s office with her!”
Ice cursed, leaping up from his desk, and knocking one of his screens to the floor with a crash, in his haste.
“Get the fuck out of my way!”
I tapped a response back to Grace, telling her to stay out of the office, and we ran out of Ice’s suite, and down the stairs. Part of me wanted to look around, see who was there, who was missing, maybe grab some more hands, but most of the only people I knew I could trust were with me right now.
We were all armed with something or other, like those of us who carried knives had them as part of our day to day wear, especially right now, when we had a fucking demon amongst us. Ryder was on the phone with Tori, telling her to stay put, and keep the others locked in with her.
A few people called out to us, as we ran through the bar area to the doors. It was taking too long. It was such a short distance, but it felt like forever since that text had come through, and she hadn’t replied to my message. What if something had happened to her since?
“I’m going to tear this fucker limb from limb,” Ice hissed, as he ran to the gates and forcibly started trying to help the guys open them.
Has was agitated as fuck.
“I left her in there, man. I thought it was safe. We’d just heard from Lissa so I figured… god, I’m so sorry. I should have fucking checked for myself.”
It was hard for me not to lash out, to blame him, to tell him it was his fault when honestly, deep down, I knew that any one of us could have trusted the place, after Lissa replied saying all was fine, but now all I could think was that when he’d come for Grace, he’d used her phone to try and buy time, and we should have thought of it this time.
We reached the door of the place and for a second we all looked at each other, as Ice unlocked the door. Things were about to come to a head. We were about to find out who was attacking our club. Who’d killed Chrissy. Who’d killed Jock. Who’d attacked Elise, and Has, and me. Who’d run Ally down, and who’d come after Grace. The person who took Tommy, most likely.
As we ran inside, and followed the yelling to the open door of Lissa’s office, we all froze, as the man I knew so well turned around, and cursed out loud. Micro . No! God no. How the fuck was it Micro?
Horror and sorrow welled up in me. Shock. Betrayal. Fucking heartbreak. How could it be Micro? How could it be one of the few guys I genuinely fucking trusted?
“Get away from the ladies, Micro,” Stitch demanded, moving ahead of us, as our brother brandished a knife in front of him.
“Well, shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” He didn’t sound sorry, or worried. He didn’t sound like he gave a flying fuck. My woman was laying on the floor behind him, arms wrapped around Lissa, who looked as stunned as the rest of us. Micro was a little predatory around women, but we never would have imagined this. I never would have.
“Get the fuck away from Lissa, before I rip out your fucking lungs, asshole.”
Micro snorted. “Wow, when did Ice grow a pair? They’re fine. I didn’t even get to grope anyone this time, which I have to admit was a disappointment. They both have such nice tits.”
“Brother, it can’t be you. Fucking tell me it’s not you,” I hissed, pushing past Stitch to stand right in the fucking doorway.
“Wish I could, man. It’s all fucking me. You assholes had this coming, and I was more than happy to deliver.”
Jesus fuck. How? Why? This man was one of my closest fucking friends!
“You… you’re the one who stuck a knife in my fucking back?”
Micro smirked at me. “Aw, are you gonna cry, man? You were in my way. You would have raised the alarm, and I couldn’t have that. I had me a fine piece of pussy to fuck.” Stitch and Has both snarled and came at us, and that’s when all hell broke loose.
Everyone piled into the office, and crashed into each other, that knife of Micro’s flailing as we took him down, and someone groaned in pain, but we didn’t stop. As soon as we knew he was down, and the ladies were safe, I broke away from the huddle to get to Grace, just as Ice raced to Lissa’s aid. He was cursing as he checked her over, with blood pouring down his cheek from a slice of Micro’s knife, while Lissa panicked and tried to help him.
Grace caught my eye and I nodded, reluctantly letting her go, as she got up and moved over to Ice.
“Do you have a first aid kit here, Lissa?”
She nodded, and ran to get it, looking a little shaky, as she ran around the back of her desk and fetched it. Grace was checking the cut on Ice’s cheek, and her probing fingers made him hiss with pain.
Seeing my lady in action, seeing her well enough to be administering aid to another person, meant she was safe. We saved her, and nobody would hurt her again. Micro?! How the fuck was this happening?
He was restrained now, murmuring all kinds of threats, as Stitch and Has helped Ryder drag him to his feet.
“Why, man? What the fuck did we ever do to you? We’re family!”
Micro turned to glare at me, with malice like I’d never seen before in his eyes.
“I had a family, you fucking assholes. They were taken from me by this club, so I took their revenge for them. It was so fucking easy too. You’re all so dumb and trusting, so sure of yourselves. You never even saw me coming.”
I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. To yell at him, to curse him. To demand answers, but Stitch punched Micro right in the face, and while Has and Ryder tried to steady him when he staggered, Stitch laid down the law.
“This doesn’t happen until our Club President is here to run things. For now, the tricky part is getting us back into the compound, without someone calling the fucking cops.”
Micro laughed nastily. “Yeah, because you bunch of fucking idiots don’t know the many ways in and out of that place. I’ve been coming and going for months, and you only found two of the many options. Maybe you should have learned more about the club you fucking usurped, you pointless fucking asshole,” he hissed at Stitch. Stitch frowned, looking like he’d just been punched.
“Usurped? Didn’t know you knew such big words, man,” Ryder said, trying to diffuse the tension in the room.
“There’s a way in that won’t be seen?” Has asked, looking ready to start wailing on Micro. Micro. I still couldn’t fucking believe it. Was that why I was being an impotent waste of space?
Stitch checked his phone. “Reacher is on his way back, so we need to get inside. Ry, go get the van and bring it up to the doors.”
“The car park around the back,” Lissa interjected, reminding us all that there was a better option, while our heads were so full of anger, and betrayal, and a burning need for revenge. Right now, my fingers itched to grab my biggest torch, and punish him for everything he’d done to us. The trouble with that was this… it’s fucking Micro.
Grace
I could see how this revelation had hit Torch hard enough that he wasn’t even with us in the room at the moment. He was so crushed, and shocked, by the knowledge that a guy he’d been so close with could be the one who tried to kill him, who did so much awful stuff, that I knew he was reeling, and barely functioning.
As they worked on taking Micro, my attacker, out to the van at the back of the small therapy office, and thankfully he seemed to be going quietly at last, I pulled Torch aside, and he was unexpectedly easy to pull back.
“Torch?”
He turned barely focused eyes on me, and I wanted to cry for how desolate he looked. How broken. He’d clearly been closer with Micro than I’d known, and this was the ultimate betrayal for him. This was him discovering that one of his closest friends hated him, and had been hurting him, and those he cared about, this whole time. He’d be blaming himself, and he’d be hating on himself, for somehow not having seen it.
“Torch, look at me.”
He sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against mine.
“Sorry, babe. I’m a little bit brain fucked right now.”
“I know,” I said gently, “and I’m so damn sorry it turned out to be him. Can you do something for me though?”
His eyes focused a little more, as he pulled back to look at me.
“Right now, I’m not sure of anything, but I can try.”
“Don’t let this go straight to revenge and murder, without hearing what he has to say,” I pressed a finger against Torch’s lips as he tried to speak.
“I’m serious. He’s been your friend for a long time, I’m guessing, and he has a story to tell. A reason for all of this. I get that it won’t be good enough, but if you don’t hear it now, and see this through, you’ll always wonder, and you’ll always be taking some of the blame for yourself. I can see it, even now, weighing down your shoulders, and your heart. You couldn’t have seen this coming, and you couldn’t have guessed, because everything he did was to make sure you wouldn’t. He has a reason for it though, and you all need to know, so that you can try to heal.”
Torch groaned. “Smart women are so fucking hot, even when I hate what they’re saying. Logically, I know what you’re saying is true, but some part of me just wants to take a torch to him and watch him burn, screaming for mercy, all the while knowing he won’t get any.” Yikes .
“Wait. That’s the reason for your name? You burn people, to hurt them?”
Torch rested his forehead against mine again.
“Only assholes, babe. Only bad guys. Jesus… Micro is the fucking bad guy.” He scrunched his eyes closed, and pressed a finger and thumb against them. I could literally see him fighting a wave of emotion, and I wished I could help him.
Maybe I could, after all. When Lissa poked her head in to check on us, letting us know the van had left, and she and Ice were going to walk back, I asked her if I could keep the key and follow in a few minutes.
Torch needed a few minutes to compose himself, and she immediately recognised that, sliding the key into my hand, and hurrying outside. I followed her and locked the door, then I grabbed Torch’s hand, and led him to the bathroom I’d spotted off the main room. Once inside, I locked that door too, and dropped to my knees.
“Babe?”
“Use me, Torch. Take what you need from me, so you can be strong for what comes next. I’m your whore, remember?”
He grimaced, reaching down to stroke my hair back.
“Babe, you just went through another ordeal. I can’t keep doing this to you when you’re hurting.”
I caught his hand and pressed it against my cheek.
“I’m not hurting, except for the fact that I’m heartbroken for you. You need this, just like I needed it last night. Use me. Do whatever you want to me. Cover me in cum, if it makes you feel better. I’m yours, Torch.”
He groaned as I reached for the fastenings on his jeans.
“Babe, you’re right about one thing. You’re definitely fucking mine, and I can’t let you go now. You’re gonna be my old lady.”
Not the most romantic way for that to come up, but honestly, it felt pretty much like the perfect way for him and me.
“Yes, I will. Torch, use your whore. Degrade her. She’s waiting for you.”
He was starting to get hard, when I freed his cock and stroked it, my heart jumping a little when he moaned softly, and threaded his fingers through my hair.
“It’ll get harder if you suck it into your slutty mouth, so get on with it.” There he is. There’s my man. I did as he demanded, sliding my mouth over his length, feeling it growing, and firming up in my mouth. He fisted my hair in both hands, and pulled me tight against his groin, his cock filling my throat and cutting off my air.
Shivers of excitement ran down my spine as he held me there, his hips rocking and circling, as he prolonged my depraved pleasure in being used by him. I’m just his slut. I just want him to use me and degrade me, because I know it’s an act with him. I know he’s playing into what we enjoy, without actually thinking of me in that way.
He released me, and I gasped for breath for the few seconds he gave me, before he dragged my face back down, impaling my throat once more.
“Gonna fuck this whore throat of yours, bitch. What else are you good for, huh?” He started fucking my face, my throat, and it felt so good. It felt like my mind had completely disconnected, and all that remained was peace, and freedom. All that mattered was his pleasure, and that was getting me off too.
“Ride those slutty fingers of yours, while you choke on this thick cock. I wanna feel you trying to cry out when you come, only instead you’ll just get a faceful of my dick. Gonna fill your throat with my thick salty cum, and you better swallow every fucking drop, or I’ll make you wear it on your face back to the fucking clubhouse. Everyone will know you’re my… fucking… cumslut!”
He punctuated those last few words with brutal thrusts, sending both of us into orgasm almost at the same time, and gasping with my release, while trying not to choke on cum, is difficult, but not completely impossible. When I started to cough, he started patting my back, like maybe he’d help me stop. See? He’s a twisted bastard when it comes to sex, but he cares. He loves me. He actually loves me.
Torch dropped down beside me, using his hands to clear the mess from my face, dropping a gentle kiss on my lips before he got up again, grabbed some paper towels and wet them. Then, like the man who completely understands me and my fucked up brain, he helped me clean up, so I wouldn’t be losing my mind over things being out of order, or messy.
“Thanks, babe. You always know what I need,” he whispered, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my nose. This man who just brutally throat-fucked me, and called me degrading names, was now worshipping me, like the sweetheart he was on the inside.
“Always, Torch. I love you, you twisted bastard.” He chuckled softly.
“And I love you, whether you’re on your knees taking my cock, or bossing me around in that hot doc voice of yours.”
We both suddenly sobered, as reality crashed back down on us. Time to face the music .