“I have family, Drake. My sister needs me.” He tries to plead with me again. Not a chance in hell.
“She’s dead. I killed her,” I say with a sigh like it’s no big deal. Frankly, to me, it’s not, but I didn’t kill her. I left her laying there, though I do like seeing the look of pain in his eyes, which is exactly what I was going for.
I shove the gag into his mouth before he has the chance to scream. He tries, God does he try. I walk back behind him and run my tongue over the cut that I made. It’s already starting to clot which is fine with me. That was the first of many.
“You know I’ve never looked at man like you before. I always wondered what women thought was so fuckin’ hot about us. Now I see it.” I step around him, standing in his face. He looks sick but I bet if I touched him, he’d respond.
“Did you ever wonder what it’d feel like to die?” I ask him. Bic shakes his head rapidly.
I shove the knife into his shoulder as he screams around the gag. My dick stands at attention, his eyes falling to it.
“You like it?” I ask. He jerks his eyes back to mine. There’s a fire in them. He’s angry!
I look at the blood as it slides down his chest. I lean in closely as he tries to fight. He isn’t going anywhere. I slide my tongue through it, dragging it across his chest. He screams around the gag and bucks, trying to get free. I like it.
“You see? This. The blood. The fear in your eyes. I fuckin’ love it, Bic. I didn’t think I’d like it with a man, but fuck! You are changin’ my game, brother.” His eyes widen before I plunge the knife into his chest over and over.
Blood sprays as he screams. It’s like music to my sick fucking ears. I watch the blood as it rushes down his body. That’s when a new idea hits me. I reach down and grab his dick in my hand. It’s big. Not bigger than mine, but I’m pretty fucking hung.
“You ever wonder what it would feel like to come as you die?” I ask Bic. His eyes dance with fear. I love it. My dick twitches.
I pump his dick with his own blood coating my hand. I watch it get hard in my grasp. I increase the pressure and massage it like I’d do my own. Bic tries to jerk away but with all the blood he’s losing, he doesn’t have the energy.
“You’re dyin’, Bic.” I stroke him faster. The silkiness of his dick coupled with the blood is turning me the fuck on. I reach down and grab my own dick with my free hand and stroke them at the same tempo.
“Jesus Christ,” I grumble as I watch the blood pour from his body.
He body goes limp, dangling by only his wrists as I jerk us both off.
“You feel it?” I ask watching his eyes. His life is slowly fading. Slowly slipping away but I won’t let him go, not until he’s done.
I jerk us both harder when I feel my balls tighten. I fucking come harder than I ever have with any female. I look down when I feel the warmth and grin when I realize Bic came too. I release his dick and run my hands over his chest once more, his vacant eyes staring into space.
“I’m wonderin’ now if I don’t want a few more guys before I get my Evie.” I walk behind Bic’s body and slap his ass like I would a woman.
Maybe I’ve been playing with the wrong sex all this time. No, this was a distraction. One that I desperately needed. I needed my mind off Evie. I needed something else to haunt my goddamn dreams and remove the picture of Tara’s face from my mind when I need to focus on Evie.
Chapter 9
The days have drug by. I want Evie. It’s an obsession. What happened to Tara will never leave my mind but I can fix that. In my head, I can and Evie is the way to do it. She reminds me of her. Maybe I can rewrite history with Evie. Maybe she can become for me what Tara once was. There will be a day when I’m with Tara again, I just need it to play out the way it does in my mind. But it’s becoming too much. I try to keep busy with the club, but there is nothing here for me anymore. The guys never figured out what happened to Bic, and since no one knew where his sister lived, they haven’t been able to check there. It almost makes me sad that I wasted such a good dick on an acid bath in the basement. His life filtered out a little too quickly, but the feeling that it gave me was exhilarating.
“You okay?” Demon asks. I glance over and nod.
“I need a favor.” He shifts in his seat and looks at me.
“Anything you need, brother. What’s goin’ on?” He watches me intently wondering what the fuck is running through my head. If only he knew.
“I need a few days off. I need to handle some personal shit.” I won’t go into detail. I sure as hell won’t tell him that I’m about to go kidnap the wife of a rival club president.
“You got it, brother. With all the other shit under control, we got this.” He slaps a hand on my shoulder before he asks again, “You okay, though?”
“Yeah. I just have some personal shit I wanna get handled before the next shipment comes in.” Liar. Fucking liar.
I grab my beer off the bar before checking the time. If I’m going to plan this out right I need to get my ass moving.
“You got it, brother. Let me know if you need me.” I watch him get up and leave.
As he walks down the hallway, I take one last look around the clubhouse. I don’t know where my road is going to take me once I have Evie. I won’t drag shit back to the club, that’s just not my style. I may not have emotions like normal people do, but I will be damned if I let a good man like Demon get taken down for my actions. I swallow the last of my beer before shoving off the stool. As I head out to my truck, I make a stop at my bike and run my fingers over the handlebars.
“Always had a good fuckin’ ride,” I grumble. It’s true. My run with this club has been amazing. The all-consuming need for the things I want, for the things I crave, is overwhelming me and it’s taking away the thrill of being in the club; it’s just not enough for me anymore.
I climb in the truck and head into town. Instead of parking in my usual spot, I park right in front of the fucking salon. Grabbing the ski mask, I pull it over my face before climbing out. I know she’s in there. It’s Tuesday. I walk in with my gun drawn.
“Make a sound and you all die!” My eyes quickly scan the room falling on hers. She looks afraid and confused by what’s happening.
“You. Get up,” I growl, nodding my head at her. She does as she’s told, standing from her chair.
“Walk over here.” Evie walks toward me, her hair swaying as she moves. Fuck!
“Any of you scream when I walk out this door, I will come back and shoot you all.” No one makes a sound as I grab Evie’s arm. She looks over her shoulder as I drag her out of the salon.
“Take that fuckin’ cut off.” She quickly removes it, holding it out to me. I grab it, tossing it to the ground. I push Evie into the truck, and keep one hand holding the gun aimed at her as I get us the fuck out of here as quickly as possible.
I make it to the house in record time. The idea of having Evie is killing me. She’s here. She’s within reach and I want her so fucking badly I can taste it.
“Get out,” I tell her after pulling into the garage. Evie is smart. She does what she’s told.