6. Skull Fucker
Spade and I got a good laugh watching Jade lose her shit when she started her car. Now we’re following her to the clubhouse and waiting until she leaves, even though I have a tracker on her. Looks like someone new has arrived and I want to know who the fuck this prick is.
“Uh, earth to Jay.” Spade taps me on the temple. Shit, I must have really tuned him out. With all his bitching lately, you can see why I would do such a thing. I turn to him and raise a brow.
“Give me the login.” He demands and I can’t help but laugh in his face.
“Why? Why should I give it to you when you fucking sit here and complain about how much you despise her?” I quip.
“Give me the fucking login Jameson.” He growls. I ignore him and go to turn the music up. He doesn’t like that very much and slams his fists against my radio, cracking the screen. I turn to him ready to fucking swing, but he grabs my shirt and gets in my face, his lips barely inches from mine. Licking my lips, his eyes widen and he lets me go, but not before yet again demanding for the login information.
“Fine, only if you admit you still give a shit.” I say, watching as he clenches his jaw so tight, I’m waiting for his teeth to shatter.
“Yes. I fucking give a shit,” he grits out.
“That wasn’t so fucking hard, now was it?” I send over the information he wants, just not the video feed code. That’s for me and only me. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
“Thanks, but I’m still pissed at what you said and did to me last week.” He says. I knew he was holding a grudge. Fuck.
“I didn’t mean it. How many times do I have to tell you I was hallucinating? It was the injection I was testing out. I was out of my fucking mind.” I retort. He doesn’t fucking understand what I went through for those four agonizing hours. I was my own test dummy. Granted, it’s my fault, I wanted to know how it felt, but I regret it now. Kayla had told me that the drug would make me feel an intense rush of heat through my body, that was one side effect she couldn’t quite figure out. Well, that’s fucking unfortunate, so I figured the best way to not overheat was to get in a tub of cool water. Once the bath was filled, I injected the vibrant liquid and let it settle into my blood. I instantly felt the rush of heat and submerged myself, trying to calm my body. Shit hit the fan real quick when images began to plague my vision. I opened my eyes but froze. I was stuck having to rewatch the ones I love die all over again, screaming from beneath the water I didn’t even know I was still under. When I finally came out of it, my hands were wrapped around Spade’s throat holding him under the water, panic written all over both our faces. How it all happened is still a blur to me.
“Why won’t you tell me what you saw?” He asks. I can hear the pain in his voice.
“Because I do not want to talk about it. Maybe another time, but right now isn’t it. I’m sorry for hurting you, I really am Reid. You’ve known me your whole life. I would never hurt you otherwise, but I was under extreme influence and I deeply apologize, brother.” He nods, but then his eyes narrow and I follow his line of sight. Well, well what do we have here? . This must be the new guy.
“Who the fuck is that?” He says.
“I’m not sure, but I don’t like his hands on her.” I say, now picturing them dangling from my rearview mirror.
“Are we meeting up with Dario tonight?” He asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yeah, he had something he wanted to tell us.” I answer. I’m going to have to put a call in with Julian and see if he can find out who this new guy is that’s been hanging around the clubhouse for the last twenty-four hours. Taking out my phone, I send the text off, I know he won’t respond right away. It’s Thanksgiving and we haven’t celebrated a holiday, let alone a birthday, since our mothers were alive. So today is just another day for us. But for Julian, he might be celebrating with his family.
***
Later that night, we meet up with Dario at a diner across town. It’s just after midnight and I’ve been trying not to think about Jade and that guy, but my mind is racing. We place our orders and Dario spills his guts.
“I signed the contract. And I have a year to marry her and get the bitch pregnant but not only that, I have to fucking pay out the ass to make sure she’s pregnant with a son.” He says, holding his head in his hands. I shake my head and Spade just stares in disbelief. Dario picks his head up and looks at me dead in my eyes and says,
“That”s not all. She gets to fucking live after our son turns thirteen, but my own fucking sister is to die within the next few months. His actual flesh and blood has to die, and this cunt gets to live. I don’t under- fucking-stand how she gets to live. Why? Because she”s the only Albanian female in her bloodline?” He says.
“This is bullshit, Giovanna shouldn’t have to die if this slimjim looking bitch gets to live scottfree. There has to be a way to save her and kill Marsela,” Spade interjects.
“I told you not to sign the fucking contract, but you are so self righteous that your pride takes over your fucking thoughts, instead of sitting back and figuring out what is going to happen with Jade. No, let”s make shitty choices because we’re mad and bitch about them after the fact. I don’t know how the fuck we can get you out of this.” I chime in. Taking my phone out, I track her. I can’t take it any longer. I want, no I need, to know what she is doing. I grind my teeth so fucking hard when I see her location is at some fucking club.
“Can we table this? Someone needs to be taught a lesson and it’s time we give her a little taste.” I say with a sinister smile.
“Who?” Spade asks, shoveling a forkful of turkey and stuffing into his mouth.
“Jade. She’s at that new club with skull fucker.” I growl. Dario”s eyes narrow.
“What’s a skull fucker?” He questions, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Oh, some guy that doesn’t know he is as good as dead.” I say, taking a forkful of pancakes and shoveling it into my mouth. Fuck this fucking holiday.
***
Hours later, Jade and who I have officially named Skull Fucker, are drugged and in the backseat of Dario’s suburban on our way to Jade’s house. I found this fucking prick getting a blow job in the mens bathroom, and as he was leaving, I stuck Acid Dreams into his neck and he immediately dropped. I don’t know what happened with Jade. I was too hyper fixated on this prick.
Once we arrive, I drag this fuck into the house as Spade lets the dogs out. They only listen to him and Jade, being that she is currently passed the hell out, Spade is our only saving grace.
I throw my guy onto the couch and take a step back, thinking of how I want to do this, when an idea pops into my head. Pressing play on my phone, “Another one bites the dust” by Queen blares through my speakers. I lay his body down flat on the couch, lulling his head to the side facing me, as I unzip my jeans and take my dick out, slapping him in the face with it. He groans in his sleep which gives me the perfect opportunity to slide my cock down his open throat. I start off with a slow thrust as the beat builds. Once the beat drops, I gag him with my cock and slam into him, over and over again. He takes it like a champ, anyone would if they were actually sleeping, but he feels everything and there”s nothing he can do about it other than just take it. Take every inch of my hard, thick cock down his tight throat. Fuck. Grabbing onto the back of the couch, I continue to slam into his mouth, feeling my cock gag him. Spade walks into the room and our eyes lock. I thrust harder and moan, not taking my eyes off him. “Want to join, Reid?” I growl. He shakes his head no and goes back upstairs, not before noticing how hard his dick was in his pants. I’ll get him one day.
I pull out of Skull Fucker”s mouth, only to slam back in. I grab a hold of his head, pulling his hair back to angle his face just the way I want it. This will be the easiest kill yet. I slide my cock back into his mouth and pound relentlessly in long, brutal strokes, making his face turn all different shades of red while I hold his head down. I grab his neck and squeeze as my cock hits the bottom of his throat. Squeezing tighter, I hold myself down on him, the thought ofsnapping his neck while he suffocates on my cock sounds oh so good to me, but my fucking phone interrupts me. Pulling out, I reach for itseeing it’s a text from Julian:
Julian: Cillian O’Cleary, DOB: 3-9-2002. Born in Ireland.
Julian:Listen Jameson. He’s Irish royalty. Untouchable is more like it. His father is Flynn O’Patrick’s second in command. Be very careful with this one. The IRA does not hold any prisoners.
Motherfucker. Always getting interrupted, but this is the only time I’m actually thankful for the interruption. I tuck my cock into my boxers and zip my jeans. It’s time to get the fuck out of here. The window is closing in on us.
Time for plan B.