Chapter Six
Matteo
My number one rule is that it's never too early for a drink. I would drink all day if I could. It’s the perfect remedy to relax. Except for me, I need a little bit of pain added to relax. I don’t know why I’m like this, but I am and I don’t care to change it. So today is going to insist on drinking, fighting, and finding something to fuck. That woman last night was okay, but she didn’t do it for me. I need to fuck something rough and hard. I need her to let go of complete control and to let me do as I please.
T he bartender slides my drink to me and I down the
shot and order two more. “Rough day?” A female voice says. I turn toward her and the bartender hands me my other two shots. I down both before answering her.
“ Now where did you get that assumption?” I ask.
She nods to the now three empty glasses. “It’s only two and you’re already drinking,” she shrugs.
“It’s a Saturday,” I smirk. “You’re here too. Does that mean you're having a rough day?” I add. Her eyes darken and she looks at me up and down. I guess she will do.
“ I just got divorced,” she answers.
“ Lucky you,” I tease. I look at her eyes and then her
lips. She bites her lip and then straightens her back to make her tits pop out of her shirt.
“ Do you want to get out of here?” she asks.
“Why leave?” I tilt my head toward the bathroom. She smirks and walks that way. I wait a few minutes and follow her into the woman's room. She's on me before I even get to close the door. I wouldn’t say I’m the best-looking man around, but my stature and tattoos usually do it for most women.
I grab her and turn her around in front of the bathroom mirror. Her pink lace thong peeks out the top of her cheeks when I lift her jean skirt. I grip both sides and pull them down to her knees. I use my boot to kick the inside of her ankles. She spreads her legs as wide as she can. A red handprint shows up when I smack her ass cheek. I run my hand through her shoulder-length blonde hair and make a fist. I yank her head back so I can see her face.
“After I fuck you, you won't even remember your ex- husband’s name.” I realize I don’t even know this woman’s name and I could give two fucks. I just want to cum and she has a sweet hole to put my cock in. I abandon her hair and spread her cheeks. I spit and it lands at the top of her ass. It slides between her cheeks and I rub it all over her asshole and move lower to her pussy.
“You’re already wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.” I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. She isn’t paying attention when I spit on my hand and rub it on my cock. My piercings clink together and that gets her attention. She sobers up and looks at my cock in the mirror. I wait for her reaction. When women see my cock for the first time, they either get excited and want it immediately or freak out and run away.
“ What the fuck is wrong with you?” she spats. I’m
guessing we are going with the latter today. She runs toward the bathroom door and her panties fall to the floor.
“You forgot these,” I hold up her pink lace thong with one hand and tuck my pierced cock back into my pants. When I say I like pain, I mean it in every sense of it. I’ve tried most piercings, but all I’ve kept are my nipples and my cock. When you tell someone you have your dick pierced, they usually think of just one, the prince albert. I got that and it wasn’t enough, so I had to get Jacob’s ladder too.
“You’re a freak,” she says as she snatches her panties out of my hand. She stomps back to the bar to grab her purse and leaves. The bartender eyes me up and down when I walk back to the bar.
“ What did you do?” he asks.
“Apparently she has never seen a pierced cock before,” I shrug. “Another one.” I point to my empty shot glasses. The bartender ignores my remark about my dick and pours another shot. The door chimes and a group of young guys walks in with a girl. She looks to be their age but completely out of her element. I don’t think I’ve smiled this big before. I down my glass of liquor and head over to the pool table.
All three guys order drinks while the girl sits in one of the chairs in the lounge section. While the bartender turns his back, I watch one of the guys pull out a baggie and pour it into a drink. Perfect. I take this opportunity to introduce myself.
“Hello gorgeous. This doesn’t look like your kind of place.” I eye her and then the group of guys head toward us. They look pissed that I’m talking to this girl, but I’m not about to sit around and let this opportunity pass me. I need to break some bones before I go insane. Our last job was too quick. Damon lets me play around with our victims a bit before we end their sorry excuse of a life.
“I-I don’t know what you're talking about,” she says quietly. She nervously looks at the guys and then back at me.
“Don’t drink that drink,” I warn. Her head snaps back at me and she scrunches her eyebrows.
“What do we have here?” The blonde frat-looking boy asks.
“ Here, we got you a drink,” another guy says as he
hands the drink to her. She grabs it and looks at the liquid and then at me.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you can fuck off,” the blonde guy says. He sits next to the girl and places his arm around her shoulder. The other two laugh and join him. The girl still hasn’t taken a sip. Thankfully . My mother was a victim to rape and that resulted in me. Maybe that’s why I’m so fucked up. Maybe I’m more of my father than my mother.
Once I met Damon and Sawyer and they finally trusted me, they told me what they were doing. I knew they were in that bar for a reason, and it was to find me. I have had so much anger built up inside me and I needed to let it out. Then came our mission and that was exactly what I needed. I will do everything in my power to rid this world of these scum bags.
“Why don’t you drink up sweetheart? We can go back to the house after,” the brown-haired guy says.
“I don’t think she is going anywhere with you,” I say as I size them up. The blonde-haired fuck gets in my face .
“No one asked you. Now fuck off,” he pushes my pec, but I barely move. The smirk on my face should be enough to tell him that he just fucked up. I look around his shoulder at the girl still holding her drink.
“I suggest you leave now before this gets ugly,” I say.
She takes my advice and places her drink on the table. The brown-haired guy grabs her arm and that is all it takes for my nonexistent patience to run out. I swing and make contact with the blonde-haired guy’s jaw. I hear the crunch before he reaches up to touch his face. He hunches over and I kick him in the stomach.
Both of his friends completely forget about the girl running out of the bar. They both come at me and my smile becomes feral. Fucking finally. I throw a punch that connects with the brown-haired guy's nose. He yells and holds his bloody, probably broken nose.
“Then there was one,” I say in a sinister voice. The last guy stops in his tracks and looks between both of his friends. He looks toward the door and I shake my head. The bartender is threatening to call the cops, but I don’t give a shit. I’ll be long gone before they get here. I’m not done yet.
“Y-yo man I’m sorry. I don’t mean no harm,” he stammers.
“Damage is already done,” I look at the drugged drink on the table. Even though that girl didn’t drink that, they still already did it. He follows my eyes and shakes his head.
“That wasn’t my idea. I swear,” he places his hands up to surrender, but I ignore him and grab the back of his head. I slam it down into the dark wood of the bar. I hear a crack and then he falls to the floor. He coughs and two of his teeth roll across the floor.
“My fucking nose,” The brown-haired fuck whines on the floor. The blonde-haired guy is unconscious. I tilt my head toward the one on the floor now missing two teeth. He gets to his hands and knees and is breathing heavily. I reel back and kick him in the face. His head jolts back and blood squirts from his mouth. As he falls to the floor, the door chimes and I watch the brown-haired guy run away.
“The cops are on their way,” the bartender yells. He is pointing at me like my grandfather would when he would lecture me about my behavior. I walk out the front door without a second glance at the damage I’ve done.