SLAM HER(35)

He kept jerking himself and I watched as more cum collected at the tip of his dick and dripped down to the back of my leg and to the bed.

When he was finished he wiped his hand down the back of my left leg and stood there. His hands were balled into his fists. Breathing heavy. His huge cock still pulsing, bouncing up and down. Those evil, villain eyes still devouring me.

I was so screwed. So f*cking screwed.

Slam owned me.





twenty-two



(slam)



NOW



I couldn’t get enough of Belle. That was a serious problem. It was day after day of me eating that sweet and juicy * and day after day of her dropping to her knees and staring up at me with those big blue eyes as she sucked me off. I came so much and so hard and so often that I actually - for a split second - thought I was getting worn out.

My plan was getting all f*cked up though. I wasn’t putting her in a corner. I hadn’t popped her cherry and taken her virginity. And I sure as hell hadn’t rubbed it in Chief Richards face yet that I was bringing his sweet baby girl into my world of outlaw debauchery.

Worse yet, Knox and the guys had lost track of Tommy.

I sat at an empty table in the chapel with a smoke and a beer. Deep thinking was never a good thing for me. All that shit did was drum up old demons. The way I grew up. The way I got into the Reap. Running some nasty deals for years. Blowing up cars. Setting fires. Getting arrested over and over. Picking fights just to do it. Stealing. All for the goddamn cut I wore each and every day.

I was covered in grease from trying to work on motorcycles to ease my mind. That did shit. I went to the gym and tangled up with a few guys but that got out of control. A little sparing session turned into me knocking out two guys. I was greasy, bloody, and very unsettled. There wasn’t enough smoke or whiskey in the world right then to help me.

Just as I was about to finish my smoke, the door busted open and in came Matteo. The first thing I saw was blood on his face.

“We got him,” he said.

I stood up. “What?”

“We f*cking got Tommy.”

“Is that his blood on your face?” I asked.

Matteo grinned and wiped the blood away. “Damn right, brother. Knox wanted me to come get you. Before anything got too far.”

“Ah, shit,” I yelled.

I downed my beer and took off after Matteo as he left the chapel and charged through the garage area. Knox was yelling orders. The garage bays were all shut down and locked. We sent the employees packing, telling them there was an emergency at the place we needed to shut down for the day.

Through the back of the garage there was an opening that led to a storage area.

That’s where Tommy was.

Fucking chained to a chair, sitting there, bleeding. The second I saw him, I saw death in his eyes. I thought about what he had done to me, to the Reaper’s Bastards. Under different circumstances a bullet would have been in his skull already.

Liam stood next to the chair. He wound up and threw another punch, hitting Tommy in the jaw. The chair tipped off two legs but he didn’t fall over. He let out a crying sound as blood dripped from his mouth.

When Liam put his fist back for another punch, I stopped him.

“Let me talk to him,” I said.

“Everyone clear out,” Knox ordered. “Watch the front of the garage.”

As the guys walked by me, they all patted my shoulder. Shit, I was alone with this prick now. What the f*ck did trouble have to do with anything? Right? I could get my revenge on him. Cut him limb by limb. Gut him even. Let him bleed out and think about how he f*cked me over.

“What’s the move?” Knox asked.

I crouched down and grabbed Tommy’s jaw. “You know what you did to us, right?”

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I was high.”

“Fuck that excuse. Why?”

“I just told you…”

I reached back for my gun. Tommy started to thrash and scream.

“Jesus, Slam,” Knox said.

I put the gun under Tommy’s chin and forced his head back. “Calm down and talk to me.”

Tommy was suddenly calm. He was shaking and crying, but calm.

I eased the gun away. “I don’t want to shoot you. Don’t make me do it. Tell me why you f*cked me.”

“I had to,” Tommy said. “I owed money to too many people, okay? So I decided to cut a deal. To protect myself.”

I looked back at Knox.

Knox shook his head. He turned and threw a punch at the wall.

That was a risk we took when we did runs like that for people.

“And you cut a deal with Chief Richards?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck,” I whispered.

Chief Richards had been watching Tommy meet with us. He stopped Tommy and tried to set him up, forcing Tommy to turn on the club. So Tommy ratted out about the guns, the box truck, everything. That’s what put me in the hot seat. Chief Richards could have busted into the MC with warrants and got all of us on major gun charges. Instead, he singled me out. Because that’s what he did.

I stood up and grabbed Tommy by the throat.

He started crying again. “Please don’t kill me.”

“I’m not going to kill you. But you’re going to do something for me now. For my club.” I squeezed tighter at Tommy. “If you don’t do exactly what I say to do, we will find you and kill you. Because Chief Richards never followed up with his protection, did he?”