Lilith: Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club (9 page)

EIGHT

I
wake to
fuckin
’ pounding on my door. “Get your ass
up!” It’s Butch.

Feels
like my body’s wrapped in a lead blanket.
Sleepin
’
pills and Jack knocked my ass right out.

“Luc!”
Butch yells, knocking more.

“I’m
comin
’! Fuck,” I say, stumbling to the door. “Let
a
man get out of bed.” It doesn’t hit me until I see his face. Something’s
fuckin
’ wrong. Then my
fuckin
’
hazy-ass head clears enough to remember, and I don’t know if I’m
fuckin
’ happy or want to climb back under that lead
fuckin
’ blanket and sleep for the rest of my sorry-ass
life.

Bitch
is gone.

She
has to be.

“What
is it?” I ask.

“
Fuckin
’ toy drive,” he says. “Alice went to the storage
locker to get the toys and can’t fit ‘
em
all in
her
car. I need you to take the van down and help her out.”

My
mind is
fuckin
’
jumpin
’
all
over the place. Is my bitch still in the basement, or is she gone? “I gotta
get
downstairs. You said yourself, no time to waste. Someone else needs to help
Alice. Send
fuckin
’ Randy.”

He
shoves a hand against my shoulder,
keepin
’ me from
walkin
’ past him. “You
ain’t
trainin
’ today. You’re
lockin
’
that bitch up tight and nobody’s
goin
’ near that
basement.”

“Fine.
I gotta go down and lock her ass up tight then.”

“I
don’t know what your
fuckin
’ problem is, Luc, but
you
ain’t
never been so insubordinate in the past.”

“
Insub
--”

“I’ll
go help Alice,” Meat says,
standin
’ at the end of
the
hallway,
listenin
’. “I got nothing else to do
right
now.”

Butch
eyes me and shakes his head. “Watch yourself,” he says, then walks down the
hall, takes the keys out of his pocket and tosses them to Meat.

I
don’t need this shit. Motherfucker gives me one week to get a bitch and
train
her, then does
nothin
’ but
fuckin
’
take a
shit
on me every chance he gets. He’s going
to
get his when I leave him
holdin
’ his dick in his
hand
without a bitch to hand over to the cartel.

After
takin
’ a piss and
gettin
’
cleaned up, I head out of the clubhouse right behind Meat. “Don’t worry
about
Butch,” he says. “He’s all
fuckin
’ stressed about
today.”

“Yeah,”
I say, not
payin
’ attention. I gotta see if my
bitch
is gone.

He
holds out his fist for me to hit with mine. “I’ll save ya a candy cane,
brother,” he says, grinning that
fuckin
’
quarterback
grin of his. “Cheer you the fuck up.”

I
can’t help but chuckle and tap his fist back. “Get the fuck out of here,
Prospect, you
fuckin
’ goofy-ass bastard.”

I
take the stairs down to the basement while Meat jogs across the lot to the
van.
The door’s shut. I grab the knob and turn it, closing my eyes, not at all
fuckin
’ sure if I want to see her inside. When I step
in,
she’s perched on the edge of the bed
starin
’ up at
me.

“Why
the fuck are you
sittin
’ there?” I slam the door
and
stalk over to her, making her wince and shy away from me. “Are you a
fuckin
’ idiot or something? Don’t you check to see if
the
fuckin
’
door’s
open at night
when
I leave you untied?”

She
bobs her head up and down real fast and whispers
somethin
’
I don’t hear.

“What
the fuck did you say?”

“I
was scared to leave,” she says.

“Scared
to leave?
Fuck,
bitch, you should be more scared to stay. What the fuck do you
think’s
going to happen to you if you run that’s worse
than
being sold as some
fuckin
’ Mexican cartel boss’s
sex
slave?”

“I—I
didn’t know what to do.” Her voice is all
fuckin
’
shaky, and she’s
cryin
’. I want to smack her
fuckin
’ face for being so
fuckin
’
stupid. “You get the fuck out when you have the chance. Jesus Christ. How
could
you be so
fuckin
’ dumb?”

“I’m
sorry,” she says, whimpering. She falls face-first into the mattress,
bawling
her
fuckin
’ eyes out. “I didn’t know. I thought it
might be a test, and someone would kill me if I ran. I didn’t know why you
left
the door unlocked. Why would you--” Her sobs take over, and she’s
shakin
’ and can’t speak no more.

Why
would I? That’s a
fuckin
’ great question. “Quit
cryin
’ and get up,” I say,
grabbin
’
her by the arm and pulling her off the bed. “Take your clothes off.” I turn
around, like some
fuckin
’ homo afraid to see tits
and
pussy. I swear to fuck I don’t know what I’m
doin
’
with this bitch—or what she’s
fuckin
’
doin
’ to me. Why isn’t she
fuckin
’
screamin
’ at me?
Tellin
’
me
she hates me, that I’ll burn in
fuckin
’ hell? Even
my
most compliant bitches have gotten angry at some point. This bitch is a
fuckin
’ mystery. If I’m gonna get her out of this
fuckin
’ mess, I gotta make her hate me. She can’t be
afraid
to run. I can’t be the best
fuckin
’ option she’s
got.

I
turn back around and want to
fuckin
’ crumble onto
the
floor
lookin
’ at this sweet
fuckin
’
angel standing there with her long, dark hair over her shoulders, the ends
skimming those succulent nipples, her hands folded in front of her, like she
’s
hidin
’ her pussy from me. I swear to fuck my chest is
cavin
’ in. I can’t be around this bitch
anymore.

I
reach a hand out to take hers, my fingertips running along her arm, when an
explosion outside sends us both crashing into the bed. The ceiling’s
rainin
’ dirt and dust and my ears are ringing. I can’t
hear
a
fuckin
’ thing. I see the bitch screaming beside
me,
her mouth open and eyes wide, like some
fuckin
’
star
in a horror movie, but I don’t hear a sound. “Stay here,” I yell, jabbing my
finger on the bed as I stand to show her what I mean. “Don’t
fuckin
’ move!”

I
dart out the basement door and half way up the stairs to the driveway, I see
flames and black smoke
shootin
’ up into the air.
The
brothers are in the lot,
freakin
’ the fuck out.
“The
van
fuckin
’ blew up!” Pinch says.

My
head is
fuckin
’ reeling, but I can hear again. The
van—what’s left of it—is on its side about twenty-yards from where it’d been
parked. “What about
fuckin
’ Meat?”

Pinch
shakes his head,
lookin
’ down at his boots,
scuffin
’ his toe in the gravel. “Blew when he turned the
key. I was standing in the doorway. Saw it happen.”

“How
the fuck—who the fuck did this?”
I
can’t
fuckin
’ stand still and pace in a circle
pullin
’ at my hair.

“The
gate’s been open since Alice left this morning,” Pinch says. “Knew opening
the
gates was a fucked up plan.”

I
gotta get my bitch. Someone’s
attackin
’ LLMC, and
she’s not getting caught in the crossfire. She’s not
gettin
’
taken out like Meat. I run back down into the basement. Bitch has her
clothes
back on. “Good girl,” I tell her. “Don’t want to be
fuckin
’
naked in an emergency. I’m
takin
’ you up to my
room
and
keepin
’ you safe. Let’s go.”

I
usher her out of the basement and into the lot as a fire truck, ambulance
and
police cruiser pull in, sirens blaring, light bars flashing. She eyes
them—her
way out—and looks up at me.

“Don’t
even think about it, babe,” I say in her ear. “You won’t make it half way
across the lot before I put a knife in your back. Better I get tossed in
jail
for life than the whole
fuckin
’ club
goin
’ down.”

“Get
her the fuck inside,” Butch says,
comin
’ up beside
me. “What the fuck are you
thinkin
’?”

“
Keepin
’ her safe,” I say. “Who the fuck knows if the
person
responsible for
blowin
’ up the van is still
around.
You want to hand her over dead or alive to the cartel?”

“Get
her ass inside,” he says, barring his teeth and heading across the lot to
meet
the cops. “Stay with her.”

I
get her inside. I’ve never heard the place so
fuckin
’
silent. She looks around—to her left into the common room, the bar against
the
wall, the ratty furniture, and pool table, to her right, the long hallway
with
doors to brothers’ rooms lining both sides. She’s
takin
’
it all in,
twistin
’ her fingers. I usher her down
the
hall to my room and unlock the door.

I
ain’t
never let a bitch into my room before. Not one I’m
trainin
’. Not one I’m
fuckin
’
to
kill time. My domain is
my
fuckin
’ domain
and
lettin
’ a bitch inside taints my space. But she steps
inside, and it’s like I’ve been
fuckin
’
waitin
’ for her to be here. Like she was
missin
’ all this time.

I
close the door behind her and lock it. “Sit,” I say. “Gonna be here a while.
Don’t know who blew up the
fuckin
’ van, but they
killed one of the brothers. Know what that means, babe? Shit’s gonna get
real
fuckin
’ bad—real
fuckin
’
fast.”

I
can’t
fuckin
’ keep her here, and I can’t let her
be
handed over to the cartel. “I gotta get you
outta
here, babe, but for now, we
camp
here.”

I
stride over to the window and look out between the blackout curtains I got
hangin
’ up.
Fuckin
’ badges all
over the goddamn place. My bitch is so
fuckin
’
tense
sitting on the edge of my bed, it looks like she’s about to break. “Need to
relax, babe,” I say, pulling a joint of my pocket. Today calls for
somethin
’ stronger, but I’ll get her stoned with weed
first, get her
talkin
’ to me again.

Like
in the motel where I waxed her pussy, we sit against the headboard and
smoke.
Bitch thaws like ice. “I can’t believe that happened,” she whispers. “It was
so
loud. My ears…”

“Still
ringin
’?” I ask,
exhalin
’
smoke.

“Yeah.”
She takes a big
fuckin
’ hit off the joint and
holds
it in.

“There
you go, babe, that’ll help,” I say, taking it back from her.

I
lift the joint to my lips and almost
fuckin
’ choke
on
it when she says, “I’m not afraid of you,” as I’m
inhalin
’.

“You
fuckin
’ should be,” I say,
coughin
’,
smoke
fuckin
’
sputterin
’
from my nose.

“You
won’t hurt me,” she says,
scootin
’ down and
gettin
’ comfortable on my bed,
closin
’
her eyes.

I
see you.

I
know you.

I’m
not afraid of you.

This
can’t
fuckin
’ happen.

I
grab her by the shoulders and slam her back into the headboard. Her head
cracks
against the wood then jolts forward. “I won’t
fuckin
’
hurt you, huh?” I yank her forward and
fuckin
’
slam
her back again. “You
fuckin
’ sure of that, babe? I
wouldn’t want you to get too
fuckin
’ certain about
somethin
’ that’s not
fuckin
’
true.”