“I’m going to kill Magna and every motherfucker in that club,” I blurt out in way of greeting. “You with me or not?”
He chuckles. “My man Koyn. Good talking to you, brother. Let’s see…Magna beat the shit out of my friend’s little sister and put her in the hospital last month. No proof, but her word’s good enough for me. I’ve been looking for a way to bury that motherfucker that won’t land me in the pen.”
“My brother’s a Fed. Ain’t nobody getting locked up over that piece of shit. You feel me?”
“Hell yeah.”
“We’re headed your way. Give me four and a half hours.”
“See you soon, man. About time we take out the motherfucking trash around here.”
Hadley
I grab the first beer I find and chug it down, blinking back the tears in my eyes. My throat is raw, but worse yet, I can still taste his pungent, salty seed. I just sucked off Skunk. The crazy-ass prez around here. I fucking hate Magna.
Casting a glance over my shoulder, I’m thankful to see he’s got his fingers in some club bitch who seems to be enjoying his company. He’s a filthy bastard. I straighten my spine, thankful I didn’t have to fuck him, and head for the back of the bar. I’m feeling emotionally brittle and used, but I’ve made it this far. I won’t stop now.
Moans resound from behind a door that leads to a storage room. The hairs rise on my arms. Hurt, unimaginable hurt, slices through me. Milk gave me my first kiss when I was a few days from turning thirteen. I’ve been in love with the sixteen-year-old boy ever since. He’s been my first everything. Took my virginity on my trampoline under the stars when I was almost fifteen. Milk is the only man I’ve even thought about fucking around with.
But I’ve sucked his dad’s dick.
His jizz that I was forced to swallow churns with the warm beer in my stomach. I want to puke my guts up. After. First, I need to rip every hair off Juicy’s nappy head. I suck in a breath, preparing myself for the scene that will rip my heart out.
Just go.
Get it over with.
I push into the storage room in time to see Milk driving into Juicy from behind. Like he wasn’t just inside me an hour ago.
“You asshole,” I choke out, grabbing the first thing I see. A can of green beans. “You fucking asshole!”
The green bean can sails past him and hits the floor. It’s then he realizes I’m standing there watching him fuck that slut bag. I snag another can of food, lobbing it at her head. She screams when it hits her right on the cheek, splitting the skin.
“What the fuck, Hadley?” he roars as he pulls out of her and yanks up his jeans.
I launch another can his way, but he ducks out of the way. It makes impact with Juicy, who cries out. His hand finds my throat and he storms out of the storage room with me in his grip. Fire gleams in his blue eyes and he reeks of Jack Daniel’s. I claw at his hand so he’ll release me, but he only tightens his grip. My head slams hard against a wall, dizzying me.
“You cheating sick fuck!” I choke out, tears streaking down my cheeks.
“For the last goddamn time, you ain’t my old lady!”
“And she is?!”
“She’s just a warm hole. Like you, Hadley.”
His words knock me off my axis. Everything spins around me. Between my airway being restricted and his hateful words, I’m suffocating.
“We could always share,” Juicy says as she struts out of the storage room, tenderly touching the cut on her cheek. “If you weren’t such an uptight, snotty bitch.”
I struggle against his hold to try and claw at her. He pins me with his hips, tightening his grip.
“Get the fuck out of here, Juicy,” he barks out. “Hadley and I have to clear the fucking air about what we aren’t.” He loosens his grip, allowing me to gulp in cool air. “We aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. We aren’t husband and wife. We’re nothing but two kids who used to fuck and still do. You’re my friend. Least you were before you started trying to control my every move. Before you let my father fucking finger you.”
I squirm in his hold, hot tears leaking down my cheeks. “Are you fucking serious right now?” I screech. “I’ve loved you since I was thirteen. I knew I wanted to marry you when you started driving and you fingered me for the first time in your old truck. It was always us for me.”
He curls his lip up. “Sorry it wasn’t fucking mutual, babe.”
“You’re a cruel bastard just like your father!”
His blue eyes darken. “And you’re a prissy cunt like yours!”
“Magna made me suck him off,” I tell him, my bottom lip wobbling. “He made me blow him because you weren’t there to protect me!”
“Fuck off with the damsel in distress shit, Hadley. It’s real fuckin’ old.”
He releases me and starts to walk away, but I’m not done here. I shove him, a strangled cry escaping me. Quicker than lightning, he swivels around, his icy blue eyes cutting through me, and swings his fist.
Crack!
I stumble backward and fall on my ass. Pain explodes across my jaw from the hard-ass punch that makes me feel like he broke something. Fuck this and him. I’ll go back home. Dad had his issues, but he never hurt me like this. Sure, he did some shit we fought over and that still fucks with my head, but he never punched me. I crawl away from the boy I loved, needing to escape desperately. I’ve almost made it back to the solace of the storage room when his boot connects with my ribs.
Blinding white pain bursts through my nerve endings, nearly making me black out. I fall face first onto the sticky linoleum, a sob trembling through me.
“You’re nothing but a whore, Hadley,” he sneers. “A selfish whore.”
Another kick to the ribs.
I have to get away.
It takes everything in me to crawl into the storage room. I keep blacking out and everything hurts. I can’t make sense of this Milk. He’s not the same sixteen-year-old boy who promised me forever if I’d just let him put his fingers inside me.
“You’ve been demoted, bitch, to club skank. You like my daddy inside your whore mouth. Hammer has a thing for tight assholes. We’ll pass you around until you’re used and useless. Then I’ll cut your throat myself.”
I shut down.
His words aren’t him.
It’s the Jack talking.
It’s his dad talking.
This is Milk.
Not my Junior.
Nope.
He starts yanking at my jeans and I scream. I’m not sure how he can be hard right now, but I feel his dick pressing into me as he tries to remove my pants. I grab for anything and my fingers brush over one of the cans I’d thrown earlier. With a shriek, I slam it into the side of his mouth.
“What the fuck—” He spits several teeth at me, his blood rushing heavy and hot down onto my face.
I slam it toward his head again, but this time, he moves out of the way. The can gets knocked out of my hand and it’s like a switch is flipped on him. Gone is the Milk I knew. In its place is a demon. He yanks out his knife and starts cutting at my clothes despite my thrashing. The knife cuts into me a few times, making me sob in pain.