Chapter 21
Storm
We got the asshole in the basement, and Kenzee threw such a big fit to stay down here that Patch actually let her.
I didn’t want her to see this side of things, but I suppose it was inevitable with her being as stubborn as she is.
There were just some things I’d wanted to keep from her, and this was one of them.
I glance over to where she stands with her arms crossed over her chest, an anger in her eyes before looking back at the asshole in chains.
“You gonna tell us what we want to know?” Patch asks him. He laughs but it isn’t so funny when Patch grabs the pliers and rips out one of his teeth. He screams as blood drips down his face.
“I don’t think he heard you right, Prez. Maybe ask again,” Tide tells him with a sick smile on his face.
“Your Prez. Where is he?”
“I don’t know!”
“You do know. And this is how it’s gonna go all motherfuckin’ night until you tell me what I want to know!” Patch roars loudly. The asshole in the chains has tears leaking down his cheeks already so I know he’s going to break soon.
Tide grabs the cattle prod and walks over, pressing it to his skin while I grab a lighter and a piece of metal, heating it up.
When Tide steps back, I move in. I pull the lighter away, then press the glowing end of the metal into his flesh.
Of course he screams and the smell of burnt flesh wafts through the air.
I hear Kenz gagging and glance over at her, making sure she’s good. I nod to the door, but she shakes her head and covers her face with her shirt.
“Now, where is he?”
“We move around! They were supposed to call me when they moved last!” He finally yells. We all share a glance and then Tide moves back in, shocking his ass a little more. He screams and yells, rattling the chains.
“They didn’t think you’d make it back did they? That’s why they never called?” Patch asks. The asshole doesn’t say a word until Patch grabs the pliers once more and moves toward him.
“Okay! They’re at the fuckin’ old chicken plant on Nine!”
“How many?” I growl this time.
“About twenty.”
“If you’re lyin’ to me, I’ll come back here and kill you and fuck your bloody corpse,” I warn him.
“I’m not lyin’! That’s all there is,” he tells us. I glance over at Patch and he nods his head. I pretend like I’m going to walk away when I pull my knife from the sheath and spin around, jamming the blade into his neck. Blood sprays the room as I pull it free and this time, Kenz does throw up.
We all look over at her, heaving onto the floor when Tide tosses me a rag. I clean the blood off my hands before moving toward her, wrapping my arm around her waist and dragging her toward the door.
She stumbles up a few steps but keeps moving until we make it to my room. I lead her into the bathroom and turn on the water so she can wash her face.
“Clean up.”
“You don’t even blink,” she whispers.
“Should I?”
“It’s like you’re someone else when you’re killing them,” she adds as I pull her hair back and grab the tie to keep it away from her face.
“Maybe I am. Or maybe this is just me. I warned you, Kenz.”
“I’ve never seen anything like that. I mean, when I was little I heard stories, but I’d never seen it.”
“You weren’t meant to see it. Not then, not now. That isn’t your role in the club,” I tell her. She washes her face and rinses her mouth before grabbing the towel to dry herself off.
“When I was hitting that guy, I lost it. I felt so…lost. Gone. Like I wasn’t even there. It was almost scary to feel like that. Is that how you feel?” She asks, looking up at me now as I shake my head.
“No. I honestly don’t feel anything when I kill. There’s nothin’. Just a dark pit that I’m tryin’ to escape from.”
“And when it’s over?”
“Then it’s over and the mission was accomplished. Maybe it’s me or the way I was raised or somethin’ in my brain is just fucked up. I don’t really know but I don’t feel shit,” I admit to her. She nods her head and starts to walk past me when I stop her, pulling her back.
“Take the pants off,” I say nodding toward them. She looks at me funny but kicks off her shoes and then pulls her pants off along with her panties.
“Good girl. Now sit on the edge of the counter,” I tell her. Kenz looks up at me, her eyes sparkling in the light before she hops up on the counter. I step in between her legs, spreading them wide for me. Then I undo my jeans and yank them down, tugging my cock.
“I’m gonna fill that little pussy of yours full of me, Kenz.
I’m gonna fuck you so deep that all you’re gonna feel is me,” I warn her before I drag her closer to the edge where I want her.
I step in, line up my cock and plunge inside of her.
Kenz gasps, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders as I fuck her hard just like I said I would.
I keep pumping into her before grabbing her ass in my hands and lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist and spin around, slamming her back against the wall. I keep going. Needing to be as deep inside of her as I can.
“Storm,” she cries.
“Does it hurt, baby?” I ask her as I keep fucking her roughly.
“Yes!”
“But you fuckin’ love it don’t you? Tell me you love my cock rippin’ you apart,” I demand her.
“I love it. Fuck Storm.” That’s what I wanted to hear. I keep fucking her before lowering us to the floor, keeping her on her back. I grab the edge of the bathtub for some leverage in one hand and her hip in the other pounding into her at a fast pace.
Her head bounces off the side of the tub but I don’t stop. Not until I feel my balls draw up and her pussy clench around me.
“Yeah, Kenz. Just like that,” I tell her as I pump into her faster. Kenz screams, her orgasm ripping her apart as I fill her pussy full.
She’s panting, gasping for air as I keep rocking into her making sure she gets every fucking ounce of me inside of her.
When I’m done, I slowly pull out of her and stand, helping her to her feet. My come leaks down her inner thighs and I can’t help but groan at the sight.
“You hurt my head,” she laughs, rubbing the top of her head.
“That’s all I hurt?”
“No. Definitely not. My insides hurt,” she smiles up at me.
“In a good way?”
“In the best way. Now can we go to sleep?”
“You want me to clean up your face some?” She shakes her head and I know that she’s going to have a black eye and some bruises tomorrow from where that asshole hit her. If I could kill him again, I would.
“I just want to sleep,” she says. I nod my head and lead her out of the bathroom and straight to the bed. She climbs on on her hands and knees and I groan at the sight of her dripping pussy in front of me.
“You keep doin’ that and I’m gonna have to fuck you again, Kenz.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Climbin’ around with your ass in the air, that’s not doin’ anything?” She laughs as she drops down onto the bed and I climb in next to her.
“How did you know to come?”
“Phil called.”
“I figured he did,” she yawns.
“You did good tonight, baby. Real good.”
“Really?” she asks looking up at me.
“Yeah, really. You took his ass out in no time,” I laugh now.
“It was crazy, Storm. He said those things and I just lost it.”
“You kept yourself under control and that’s what I trained you to do.”
“So are we hitting that old plant tomorrow?”
“In a few hours. Gotta get some sleep first,” I tell her. “And who the fuck is we?”
“We, as in us.”
“You’re not goin’.”
“Like fuck I’m not!”
“Kenzee, you did your part. Let us handle ours,” I tell her.
“No. I want to see that asshole that wants me so badly. I want to see his face.”
“Not much to look at,” I tell her.
“You know what I mean, Storm. He ordered my dad to be killed.” I sigh. She’s right. If this will bring her some kind of closure, then why the fuck not?
“Fine. You can go but you’re gonna do what we say, Kenzee. I’m not fuckin’ playin’ when it comes to your safety.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll follow your orders,” she laughs.
“Sir, huh? Fuck, I just might like you callin’ me that.”
“Oh yeah? So should I ask your permission to suck your cock, sir?” I reach for her head, grab the back of her hair, and force her face toward my cock. She laughs the whole time and I smile. I like her like this.
“Go ahead, Princess. Suck it.”