Lilith: Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club (8 page)

Bitch
is
gettin
’ too trusting.

“Stay
like that,” I say, getting up and popping the wax in the microwave. Time to
put
this bitch back in line. Can’t have her so attached to my ass.

The
microwave beeps, and I take the wax over to the bed, stirring it with my
finger. It’s hot. “Knees up to your chest,” I say, sitting back
down.

She
pulls her knees up and holds them.
Fuckin
’ bare
little bitch is totally exposed to me. My mouth
fuckin
’
waters looking at those pretty holes offered up to me.

I
take a finger-full of hot wax and smear it over her asshole. She jolts and
lets
go of her legs. “Hold your knees or I tie you,” I say, scooping more wax out
of
the jar. She squirms a bit, but doesn’t let go of her legs as I coat her
from
pussy to tailbone. Then I take the thin strips of some
fuckin
’
material that came in the box and press it over the wax. When I grip the end
of
the first piece, I hear her take a big breath and hold it in and that
fuckin
’
feelin
’ of pride stabs
me
again. She’s a brave little bitch. Does everything I tell her.

I
rip the strip away,
takin
’ the wax and dark hair
with
it. She makes a choking sound and starts to sniffle. I tear the other strips
off fast and open the little bottle of oil that comes in the box to put on
afterward.

“Let
go of your legs, but keep them apart,” I tell her, squirting the oil in my
palm
as I stand. I brush her hair back from her forehead, watching tears trail
down
onto the pillow as I rub the oil over her ass and pussy. Fuck, she feels
good
and smooth sliding under my hand. I’ve never trained a bitch this compliant.
She’s so
fuckin
’ young and beautiful. I thread my
fingers through her long hair and make a decision that Butch isn’t gonna
like.
“I’m not
fuckin
’
bleachin
’
your hair,” I tell her.

She
gazes up at me, and I see she wants to ask me why, but doesn’t. I won’t
fuckin
’ tell her anyway, because I don’t even
fuckin
’ know. All I do know is that I like her hair the
dark brown that it’s
fuckin
’ supposed to be. The
dark
brown that matched the soft pubs on her pussy I just shaved off. I liked
those
too, and I’m
startin
’ to think I’m the one
goin
’
fuckin
’ psycho, because
it
don’t
fuckin
’ matter what I like. She’s not
mine.

A
rock hard feeling fills my chest. I
fuckin
’ want
her
to be mine.

“Fuck,”
I say, taking my hands off of her and turning around. This is the last
fuckin
’ thing I need.

SEVEN

The
beers are going down really
fuckin
’ fast tonight.
I
need to get my shit together—my head in order,
cuz
thinkin
’ about my bitch with some cartel boss who owns
her
and fucks her and…

I
can’t even
fuckin
’ go there.

I
don’t know when I let my guard down, but somehow this one slipped past, and
now
I’m fucked. I need to leave New Mexico. Get the fuck out of town and let
Butch
handle it. Let
fuckin
’ Randy—goddamn, just
thinkin
’ about that motherfucker
touchin
’
her makes me want to break his neck.

Can’t
fuckin
’ leave.

Meat
leans his elbows on the bar. “What’s
goin
’ on,
brother?”

I
shake my head. “Same shit, bro. What’s
goin
’ on
with
you?”

“
Butch’s
makin
’ me hand out
toys
tomorrow. Said if I bitched about it, he’d make me wear an elf costume and
tie
jingle bells to my balls.”

I
chuckle and take a swig of beer. “Big day,” I say. “Gates
ain’t
never been opened to the public before. He wants your sweet, all American
face
on display.” Meat looks like the football quarterback that lives next door,
not
a LLMC hard ass.

Meat
grins,
lookin
’ over my shoulder to where the other
guys are
playin
’ poker and
shootin
’
pool. “He told Lucky to keep his scary ass inside.”

I
turn and glance over at Lucky who’s probably the most friendly out of all of
us, but the biggest, most tatted, pierced, hairy piece of shit, too. “Moms
would run away screaming if he handed out toys. Kids would have
fuckin
’ nightmares for months.”

“You
talkin
’ shit about me?” Lucky shouts at us. “
Fuckin
’
Hermey
the Elf over
there
thinks he’s gonna earn his colors
runnin
’ his
mouth.”

“Who
the fuck is
Hermey
the Elf?” Pinch asks,
squintin
’ his eyes at Lucky.

“That
elf from that
fuckin
’ cartoon with the reindeer.
The
red nosed motherfucker. Rudolph.” Lucky looks around the room at us, but we’
ve
all got the same what-the-fuck look on our faces. “Wasn’t you fuckers ever
kids? Rudolph the
fuckin
’ red nosed reindeer with
the
elf that wanted to be a dentist.
Hermey
.” He
throws
he hands in the air. “Whatever. Fuck all you.”

The
whole room busts out laughing. “
Lucky’s
new name
is
Hermey
,” Gunner yells. “Order the patch.” As the guys
fuck
with Lucky, Randy walks in, takes a look at me and walks back
out.

“He
ain’t
right,” Meat says. “Had something wrong with him
for
a couple days now.”

“He
don’t like me
bein
’ here,” I say. “Once I leave,
he’ll be back to normal.”

“You
leavin
’ after the bitch gets delivered?”

That
fuckin
’ rock-hard tightness grips my chest again.
“Yeah. Maybe before.” No
fuckin
’ way I’m
watchin
’ Butch hand her over unless I get past
bein
’ a pussy.

“Thought
you had to be there for the hand off,” he says. “Talk about how you made her
take it in the ass.” He gets that
fuckin
’ grin on
his
face that makes him look like a kid who’s way too
fuckin
’
young to be
flyin
’ LLMC colors.

“We’ll
see,” I say, downing the rest of my beer. I gotta get away for a while. Go
for
a ride. Figure out what the fuck is wrong with me.

I
head outside and come face-to-face with Butch crossing the lot. “Where ya
goin
’?” he asks.

“
Takin
’ a ride.”

“Shouldn’t
you be training?”

Him
questioning me puts my teeth on edge. “I told ya, she’ll be ready.”

“Only
a few days left,” he says, crossing his arms. “No time for breaks, Luc.”

“I
fuckin
’ got it covered,” I say, and take two steps by
him
toward my bike.

“I’ll
have Randy cover for you,” he says, making me stop in my tracks and turn
back
around.

“Randy
doesn’t touch that bitch without me there,” I say. “Got it?”

Butch
steps toe-to-toe with me. “You forget your place. What I say goes. I’m in
charge of this club, not you.”

“What
do you know about training bitches?
Nothin
’. That’
s
why you brought my ass here. Let me do my job. You’re in charge of the club,
and I’m in charge of the bitch.”

He
steps back and raises his chin, eyeing me. “Take your ride.”

I
watch him stride across the lot and go inside. I swear to fuck, if he has
Randy
so much as look at her, I’ll kill them both.

I
get on my bike and start it up. The vibration and growl of the engine get me
all
fuckin
’ worked up. I rev it and fly out onto
the
highway, in need of
fuckin
’ speed and
recklessness.

It
starts
fuckin
’ raining, lighting flashing across
the
sky. I don’t
fuckin
’ stop, just keep
goin
’ ‘til I hit Skeleton Canyon Road. It’s not
maintained
for shit, and the rain makes it slick. I don’t slow down though,
cuz
I
ain’t
no pussy. Don’t
know
who the fuck I’m
provin
’ it to though, because
wreckin
’ my bike and
splittin
’
my
fuckin
’ head open
ain’t
gonna prove shit except that I’m
fuckin
’ stupid.

My
headlight shines on a gate across the road up ahead. I brake, and my back
tire
slides. I
skid
sideways, losing control and run
off
the side of the road. Coming to a stop, I put my feet down and rest my head
against the handlebars.

Fuck.
Drinkin
’ and
smokin
’ and
fuckin
’ rain
beatin
’ down don’
t
mix for
ridin
’ a bike.

I
get off and walk down the middle of the deserted road to the gate and prop
my
foot up on it.
Ain’t
nothin
’
but miles of dirt and rock under the dark sky with lightning bolts that
crack
when they hit the ground.

This
gate is like my
fuckin
’ bitch in the basement. Can
’t
get by it. I gotta do something, and there’s only one thing I
can
do.

She’s
huddled on the bed when I get back. “Cold, babe?” I ask. I let her keep her
clothes on this time. I can’t
fuckin
’ trust myself
to
even look at her naked without
gettin
’ thoughts in
my
head that shouldn’t
fuckin
’ be there.

If I
came in here and found her buck ass naked, and Randy had been down here, all
fucking hell would break loose. Lucky for his pretty face, she’s not been
touched.

She
nods and pulls the dirty-ass sheet up around her chin. The bitch deserves
fuckin
’ goose feather pillows and shit, not a
come-stained
sheet in a cold, damp basement.

“It’s
late,” I tell her. “Get to sleep.” When I get to the door, I look back to
find
her eyes on me. “You’ve done good, babe.” I walk out and shut the door
behind
me, squeezing the key in my hand, leaving it unlocked. I pray to fuck she
runs
and runs far. Far enough none of us can find her in the morning. I’ll take
the
heat for forgetting to lock the door. For not having a bitch to deliver to
the
fuckin
’ cartel. I don’t
fuckin
’
care. She’s not the kind of bitch I can hand over.

Upstairs,
Rhonda’s leaning against the door to my room, waiting on me. “Thought you
might
want to spend some time with a woman who already knows what she’s
doin
’,” she says, running her palms over my chest. “You
can
just lay back and let me do all the work.”

“Bitches
who offer their pussies up to every man with a cock don’t do it for me,
babe,”
I say, opening my door and pushing by her.

“Oh,
I forgot,” she says. “You don’t fuck the willing.”

“I
don’t fuck for shits ‘n giggles, bitch,” I say. “My time and my cock are too
valuable for cunts like you.” I close the door in her face, and brace my
hands
on my hips, breathing hard. I want to throw something through the
fuckin
’ window. Put my fist through the
fuckin
’
wall. I’m
fuckin
’ pissed that I let her get me
fuckin
’ pissed. I’ve never let it get to me. Never given
a
fuck what anyone thought or said.

I
see you.

You
don’t fuck the willing.

Soul
of my soul, Lucifer.

The
last
fuckin
’ thing I’m gonna do is
lay
around
overthinkin
’ shit.
 I pull open the drawer where I stash my gun and grab a bottle of
sleeping
pills. Gunny’s the club dealer and no matter what you want, he has the good
shit. I pop a few in my mouth and swallow them down. I hope they work
fuckin
’ fast, or I’ll have to tie my own ass to my bed,
so
I don’t go to the basement every ten
fuckin
’
minutes
to see if my bitch bolted yet.

I
lie down and pull a bottle of Jack out from under my pillow.
Nothin
’ better than
washin
’
down
pills with Jack.

Tomorrow’s
the
fuckin
’ toy drive, and the gates will come
open
for the public. Won’t be any time for Butch to send the brothers out to hunt
down my bitch. He’ll have to smile and pretend his club of merry
fuckin
’ men are upright citizens who aren’t the last
fuckin
’ cocksuckers on earth who should be
handin
’ out teddy bears and baby dolls.

With
my eyelids
growin
’
fuckin
’
heavy, I take one big pull from the bottle and put it away. In my mind, I
picture opening the basement door tomorrow and
findin
’
it empty and my bitch gone. She has to be
fuckin
’
gone. I’d rather shoot her dead than hand her beautiful ass over to any
other
man in the world.