“Since they started supplying hardcore drugs to our club and offering a lot of money to bring in some woman off the streets to put up for sale.” She smiles, patting my chest, and not seeming all that sad that Payne is currently cut up into tiny pieces, hanging out in the bar.
“Rig used to take a lot of trips out there back in the day. Payne was a greedy bastard and wanted more money than God. I’ve heard that the Muerte isn’t well-liked around those parts but they have cash flowing in.” Lorrie starts to slide her hand down, covering my cock with her palm and frowning when she realizes I’m not hard for her.
Only one woman gets me hard and she’s not fucking here. No one can hold a candle to my little bird.
“Thank you for sharing that bit of information. I’ve always wondered where Payne was disappearing to and where he was getting expensive, pure snow,” I say and muse out loud, smacking Lorrie’s rubbing palm away and standing suddenly.
She falls to the ground with a pathetic cry and stares up at me with fear as I tower over her frail, weak body.
“I–I can be useful. I’ll please you like no other woman has before, you can do whatever you want to my body,” she stutters, desperately reaching for my belt buckle as if blowing me will save her life.
“I don’t want a willing woman, I’d rather hear her screams as I take her body,” I say without emotion, picturing my initials on Tillie’s back as I fucked her ass.
I shiver, needing to see her tears and hear her pleas for it all to stop once again. It’s been too long and I’m hungry for more of her.
Lorrie’s eyes widen as I pull my gun out from the back of my pants and dig the barrel between her eyes. She starts blabbering, promising me she can be all that I want but the thing is… no one can expect little bird.
“Once a whore, always a whore,” I say, picturing my birth mother passed out on the threadbare couch as some faceless stranger rammed his cock in her, all for the needle that pierced her skin every night.
My lips twitch at the corners, wanting to smile but I never can. Not unless I force myself to. I pull the trigger and watch as Lorrie’s brain matter splatters on the walls in chunks. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, feeling more alive but not fully. The warm spray of her blood doesn’t even cheer up my mood. At least we are finally getting somewhere and we have a destination. Time to make a deal with this Muerte gang with me being the new Prez.
Soon, very fucking soon, she’ll be within reach.
Tillie
The front door shutting sounds loud behind me, making my face form a grimace. I’d rather be anywhere else than here but my week is up and I’m back in Franco’s house. I already miss sleeping in Dalton’s arms and torturing him by sleeping in his T-shirt and nothing else as I snuggle very close to him. He’s doing so good even though it’s giving him blue balls. I wish I could have stayed at his club, it’s so different from the one I grew up in. Don’t get me wrong, there are still criminals living under his club roof but everyone treated me with respect. That surprised me. I at least thought I’d be ignored when I started coming out of the bedroom to walk around but the members were actually friendly.
Hell. Even the sweetbutts were nice. Going out of their way, asking if I needed anything. It’s such a dramatic change from when I was living with the Demon Jokers, making me stare at everyone like they would have jumped me at any time and forced me to my knees just like old times. It really showed what kind of leader Dalton’s dad was and what he will be too. Tomorrow, he’s dropping out of school, not that I can blame him. He has too much responsibility at the club and it needs his full focus. I’m going to miss seeing the douchebag at school.
So here the fuck I am. Back and dreading every moment, but I promised myself no more running. I need to plant my feet firmly on the ground and not take shit from anyone. I can let my guard down in the shower when I’m alone, and cry if I want to without anyone seeing. Though I don’t think I can go in the kitchen without seeing Dalton bleeding out, Payne with a bullet in his forehead, and Franco taking what was never his.
“Tillie. Please come and join me.” Diana’s voice comes from the living room and her tone does not sound happy at all.
I wince at her voice and drop my overnight bag by the staircase before heading into the spacious room that speaks of money at first glance. Diana is sitting on the white couch with her back ramrod straight and a whole tea set displayed on the coffee table. She gestures towards the opposite couch without saying anything else. I can’t get a read on her emotions, her face is completely blank. My ass hits the cushion and we just stare at each other as she starts making me a cup of tea before passing it over. Drinking in silence is nerve-wracking and I’m beginning to wonder if she poisoned my cup because she’s staring so intently at me as I take a drink.
“I don’t care what you do in your spare time. You can come and go as you please, spend the money I put in a bank account for you,” she says smoothly, setting her teacup down, “spread your legs for whoever you want but you will stay away from my husband, am I clear?”
I nearly choke on the tea, setting the cup down quickly. She got straight to the point, no beating around the bush but I didn’t expect anything else.
“Yes,” I rasp out, choosing to glance over her shoulder instead of her eyes that show everything she thinks of me.
Trash.
Whore.
Filth.
“Good. Glad we are on the same page. Sugar?” she asks suddenly as she scoops some into her tea and quirks a brow as I shake my head. “I’m happy we could clear the air. I gave birth to you but that doesn’t mean I won’t kick you to the curb the first chance I get. Franco somewhat thinks of you as a daughter.” Her face contorts in disgust before the look quickly vanishes.
I can’t blame her for hating me but it still fucking hurts. It seems we are never going to have a mother-daughter relationship. I also highly doubt Franco is looking at me like I’m his daughter. More like an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top. There’s something deeply disturbed about him. Every time he glanced at me, it’s like he’s looking right through me and seeing someone else but that didn’t stop his gaze from wandering all over me with longing. I can’t help the full body shudder.
“I understand. I won’t get in your way. I’m only staying until graduation then I’m leaving.” I’m not sure where I’ll go, I think college is out of the question for someone like me.
Maybe I’ll travel until I’m somewhere with a sense of belonging. That thought sounds lonely though, with no one else around. It wouldn’t have bothered me months ago but ever since coming here… I crave to be touched by five possessive guys. Yes. Five. I included Dom. He’s a different kind of messed up. I mean… the guy stalked me through the mall but he also seems to take care of those that mean something to him. Because I think I’m beginning to be that something he cares for. Only time will tell.
“I think that’s for the best dear. After all, you brought the one person who I’ve been running from for eighteen years right to my door. I can’t imagine who else you're going to have show up out of the blue.” She calmly says the words but her fist clenches on her designer dress, a bitter facial expression aimed at me.
I’m beginning to wonder who is worse. Lorrie or Diana. At least Lorrie never pretended to like me. Diana puts on an act in front of others, wishing I never existed. I wonder what awaits Lorrie now that Payne is dead. I hope she gets everything she deserves.
