Chapter 22 #3
He opened his mouth long enough for me to stick the muzzle in. Hardy gagged around it, trying to pull away, but I had him by his soaking wet shirt. I didn’t even care that it was wet from my piss right now. He wasn’t going to leave the premises of his casino alive.
It didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun first.
Hardy tried to breathe around the metal in his mouth, the cold steel does something to you when it’s in your mouth.
“One bullet. Five chances to live.”
Click.
Hardy let out a panicked breath around the gun barrel, trying to squirm to get away, but I held him close.
“Luck’s on your side,” I said, pulling it out of his mouth, and hearing the sharp breaths Hardy was heaving in. Keeping my hand on his shirt, I flicked the cylinder around, and put the gun back in his mouth. He wheezed around it, panic flaring in his eyes, before I pulled down on the trigger.
Click.
Click.
Two in a row. I could hear him scream around the barrel, the ground underneath him turning darker from his urine.
“Had a bit of an accident there, did ya mate?” I asked, looking down with a smirk. “Or was that just my own leaking through? I had been holding it for a little while.”
Vegas chuckled from his position on the wall. I pulled the gun out again, and flicked the cylinder once more. Hardy had sealed his mouth shut, and removed the ability to push the barrel back in.
“Come on, Hardy,” I said, mockingly. “Don’t make this hard on yourself.”
The harsh smell of excrement wafted up into my nose. Vegas recoiled as well. “Jesus, what did you eat?”
“He’s gone to shitting himself now. Surely, his body will give up eventually."
“Eh,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Even if it doesn’t, I’m having fun, and that’s the main thing.”
“Sicko,” Vegas laughed, but he made no move to get away. He lived for this shit as much as I did.
I tapped the barrel against Hardy’s cheek, waiting for him to open it. His nose was snotty now, which meant he would eventually have to breathe through his mouth.
Eventually, he let out an exasperated gasp for air, and I slid the barrel in, knocking it against his teeth. Hard.
Shards of his front tooth fell against the gun and onto his lap.
I didn’t wait this time.
Click.
Hardy let out another gasp of relief, the barrel of the gun getting incredibly wet with the added saliva he was producing from the fear.
I didn’t spin the cylinder this time. Hardy knew it.
I saw it in his eyes. Dawning realisation, just as I pulled the trigger and the gun let out a loud pop.
Hardy’s head exploded before my eyes. Letting him go, he fell flat to the ground with an ungodly sound, just as Vegas pushed off the wall, his eyes behind me.
Spinning, I turned to see Tavi there.
Still in her gold dress, still fucking gorgeous, but this time, when she looked at me, she recognised me. She wasn’t distant. Now, her eyes fell to the body behind me. I expected her to scream, to cry out, to do something.
Stepping into her line of vision, and blocking her sight, she looked up at me. “Is he–?”
“Yeah, baby, he’s gone. He’s not going to hurt you again.”
She stepped into my arms, her eyes skating behind me. “I need to see.”
Closing my eyes, and wishing that I could change all of this for her, I allowed her to move around. She gazed down on the bloody carcass where her husband’s head used to be.
She didn’t look away. She didn’t cower. Instead, she stepped closer, her fingers still clasped in mine, and she spat on his body.
Fuck me. How could this woman be any more perfect?
Chaos pulled the car up at the end of the alley, and I wheeled Tavi into my arms. She buried her head into my chest before I wrapped my arms around her.
Vegas carefully pulled the revolver from my hand and put it away, before he and Chaos carried the body of Hardy away, toward the car.
A large spoil of his blood, still on the ground.
“I suppose I should go now,” she said, moving out of my grasp. It felt like she was going along with whatever, and that’s when it occurred to me. Despite seeing his body blown to smithereens, she didn’t think this was real.
Pulling her back, I wheeled her into my arms. She looked up at me, those eyes searching mine for something, I wasn’t sure what.
“Baby, this is real. I’m real. I’m here with you.”
Her hand moved up to tentatively touch my face. The softness against my rough beard was enough to make me want to come in my pants. I’d missed the way she would tenderly touch me, make me feel alive with the way she looked at me as if I were the only man in the world she would ever want.
“So lifelike.”
“Baby, I promise you, I am here with you,” I said, touching the back of her hand with my hand, sealing her hand there. My other hand grabbed her free one, and held it over my chest, over my heart. “Does this feel real?”
Her brow furrowed, and I realised she was fighting it. Fighting what her brain was trying to tell her. She shook her head and tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her go.
“Does this feel real?” I asked, panic now setting in.
I couldn’t lose her when I finally got her back again.
Moving my hand that held her hand over my chest, I pulled her gold dress up and slid my fingers over her inner thigh.
Tavi gasped, but she didn’t pull away, her eyes on mine.
Sliding my fingers over her panties, I pulled the corner up and slid my fingers through her folds.
She gasped, her head falling onto my chest as I circled her clit.
Her moans filled my chest with hope. Please, remember.
I mumbled sweet nothings into her ear, reminding her of all the ways I loved her, how I loved her son like he was my own, how my kids loved her, my club loved her. How I wanted every day to wake up with her thighs wrapped around my head as I woke her up in the best way possible.
She stepped back, just as I felt her clit pulse with need, her eyes widening.
“You’re real…”
“Baby, I am so real, this is real, we are here…together.”
Her lip shook, trembled, as she looked around, backing up, before her eyes landed on me again. “Make the pain stop.”
“How?” I asked, feeling so fucking helpless that it burned.
She pulled her dress up, and yanked her panties down her thighs and kicked them away.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what she needed.
I fell to my knees in front of her, pushing her up against the building and hooking a thigh over my shoulder.
My mouth descended on her needy pussy, my nose sliding over her clit, while my tongue dove down to her core.
Tavi’s fingers slid through my hair, pushing me further into her, as she cried out as I pushed two fingers into her, my tongue making its way up to her clit to suck.
My cock was pulsing painfully behind my pants, but I didn’t care. All I could care about was making my woman cry out in the best possible way, to prove to the world that she was mine.
“Dane, god, you feel so fucking good,” she moaned. “Please, I need you…I need you in me.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. I was on my feet in record speed, yanking my jeans down and pulling my stiff cock free. Lining myself up, I thrust into her fully. She cried out loudly, her arms wrapping around my neck as I pounded into her.
It was rough.
Almost painful.
The way I needed her, the way my body responded to hers, it was carnal, beastly almost.
It was fucking heaven.
Moving a hand to her clit, I circled it as I thrust into her. It took a few circles before she was squeezing the fuck out of my cock, coming hard around me. I followed her soon after, pumping her full of my cum.
Only once our hearts had calmed down, and our breathing leveled out, did I pull out of her, and help tidy her up. The sound of a sob had me looking back at her, and that’s when she fell.
Into my arms.
Sobbing uncontrollably.
“I got you, baby. I’m never fucking letting you out of my sight again.”
Her body shook uncontrollably as she sobbed into my chest. Reaper pulled up at the end of the alley, solving the problem of how I was going to get her home. I got in the back of the car with her, and laid her head down on my lap. She sobbed the entire way home, and my chest caved in.
Russian roulette with the asshole wasn’t punishment enough for what he’d done to my woman. I had her back, it was true, but at what cost to her sanity.
What if she was broken, and she couldn’t love me anymore?
What if she blamed me for not finding her sooner?