“No.” Logan lifts Tillie’s hand and kisses her knuckles before letting go and turning around to face us. “No running. It ends right where it began. Everyone who's wronged us, hurt our girl, ripped families apart… they answer to us.” He steps forward, laying his hand on Nicky’s shoulder as he stares into his eyes.
“They will pay,” Nicky speaks up in a dark, deep voice, nodding once before walking back to his laptop with purpose and a murderous glint in his eyes.
“In blood.” A sinister grin starts spreading across Tey’s mouth. I wouldn’t be surprised if the crazy fucker bathed in his enemy’s blood with a rubber ducky in the mornings.
“Where do we begin? The club will stand behind me on this. They want blood spilled ever since Pike was murdered. Payne’s death wasn’t enough for killing their Prez,” Dalton says with a grunt, cracking his big fists and straightening his leather vest while smoothing out his facial expression until it’s almost blank.
I would not want to be the man who sees those fists heading towards my face. I can hold my own but Dalton has hammer fists that could probably kill a man. I’m betting that since Pike died, he's been gunning for Demon Jokers’ blood. Both for his father’s death and for Tillie’s suffering. I’m right beside him on the last part. I shake my head to clear it, turning my gaze to Tillie, watching as she takes this all in without an emotion on her pretty face.
“Mama, you haven’t said anything. What’s going on in that head of yours?” I question, noticing the guys going silent as we all stare at her.
“I’m just beginning to realize how connected we all are. I thought I wanted to run from this life but instead of running away, I’m running towards the violence.” Her voice comes out soft but strong, I’m thinking we've only just glimpsed, on the outside, how incredibly strong our girl is.
“Does that thought scare you?” Logan glances down at her, his brow raised, challenging her which she just meets head-on, and crosses her arms while glaring up at him.
“No. It gives me life.” She starts to grin, finally showing her true colors.
“Hey, fucker, where do you stand?” Tey asks me before quickly glancing at my queen and grinning like a loon as he blows Tillie a kiss then directs his crazy eyes back on me.
I meet his blue gaze in a stare down without blinking, my dark eyes clashing with his. One of us may appear angelic while the other is sinister but inside we both bleed red. Guess that makes me crazy too.
“It could be the weed talking, it seems to make you all sappy but fuck it. I’m in. We’ll take them all down together even if I have to put up with your annoying, dramatic ass.” I give Logan a head nod, chuckling as his upper lip curls in disgust.
Dramatic but at least we are on the same page.
I can work just fine alongside him, kill everyone who stands in our path and make sure my queen is protected. I only have one small problem with him right now and that’s him thinking he can hurt Tillie. He doesn’t know it yet but his little adventures to my clubs weren’t just watched by me. Seems a reporter loves to follow him around and he’s going to pay dearly when Tillie finds out what he did. I’ll be right here for my queen, not hesitating if she wants him dead. He better fix his wrong before she finds out herself.
Tillie
Why does it feel like I’m death walking? Whose idea was it to smoke weed during a weekday and stay up half the night trying to come up with a plan that might involve one of us, or all of us, getting killed?
I went to bed anxious, worried about what consequences our actions might cause but I’m done sitting back. I sat back and watched someone control my future without ever saying anything because it was pointless when I never had a say. I can see it so clearly now, no one will decide how I live my life but me. The guys weren’t kidding about having a sleepover, even Dom stayed, only leaving before the sun rose. Something about him stalking in the shadows, coming and going as he pleases is a big turn-on for me. I’m really glad Uncle Ri– I mean Rig taught me Spanish. The way Dom rolls his R’s… The beautiful, graceful language slipping out of his mouth like honey had me blushing like a virgin. It pissed Logan off to no end seeing the way the smooth talker affected me. It had him shouting in loud Italian while gesturing his hands angrily. It’s unfortunate I don’t understand what he’s saying but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what curse words he was shouting at Dom. Still hot though.
I laughed until my stomach hurt, watching them go back and forth with insults. I think it was a way to ease the tension we all seemed to be under. That’s what family does, sticks together through thick and thin. I couldn’t be happier even if sadness and rage lay heavily in my gut. I’m letting fate take the wheel for once, knowing deep down it’s going to lead us down a path of murder and mayhem. That thought doesn’t scare me, I think I’ve been spending too much time with Tey because I’m actually looking forward to killing all the sick fucks out there. I really do belong to these guys, fitting right in like a puzzle piece, and I wouldn’t change it for anything. This is bliss. I woke up this morning, overly hot but didn’t care. I soaked in the bliss of being surrounded by my guys. Tey had his arm thrown over my waist, snuggled into my side as Nicky hugged him from behind like the big spoon. Dalton lay on my other side, his big biceps acting as my pillow. His face was relaxed, long lashes framing his cheeks. I was almost afraid to move in case he woke up. He’s been working hard, putting aside his grief for Pike but that will catch up to him eventually and when it does hopefully he’s ready to come to terms that his old man really is gone. I’ll be right here to get him through it. Yesterday was his last day of school, he made the right decision even though I’ll miss seeing him there. I can understand running a motorcycle club comes first because that’s family and everyone is counting on him.
I stayed still for a long time, looking at each of my guys as they slept. I couldn’t see Logan’s face but he kept sighing in contentment in his sleep. He slept between my legs, resting his head on the bare skin of my stomach. I kept running my fingers through his hair as the sun rose, lighting up my bedroom just in time for me to see Dom rise from the chaise lounge. He wouldn’t sleep, kept shaking his head as I tried to get him to come to bed. He said he wanted to watch over me, making sure I knew that no one was getting to me with him guarding our backs as sleep overtook me.
I’ve been walking around school all day like a zombie but I’ve never felt lighter inside. A weight was lifted that’s been settled on my shoulders for as long as I can remember. I slept without a nightmare, dreaming of big cocks because I’m apparently sex crazy now. I’ve never felt so comfortable closing my eyes at night and getting a full amount of sleep. It’s probably from being surrounded by men that will take a bullet for me. I didn’t wake up or move around, not even once. Nothing was going to take away this feeling from me. I won’t let the cramps in my lower stomach stop my good mood. Although starting my period in the middle of class isn’t ideal, I’m taking care of it right now sitting in the girl’s bathroom stall.
Fucking period.
Why does my period have to make an appearance out of the blue without a warning? Another pair of underwear ruined as I clean myself up and curse when I see there isn’t a tampon in my backpack. I’ll just ask if another girl comes in if I can have one. For now, I’ll hide in the stall until my embarrassment fades. I couldn’t hide that aunt Flo came to visit me. At least my skirt is black but my white silk underwear can’t hide the fact.
Do you know how difficult it is to check if the feeling of wetness between your legs is mother nature cursing you or accidentally peeing your pants? It’s not easy. Tey was sitting next to me in class and kept giving me confused looks as I kept wiggling in my seat and dropping a pencil under my desk to look up my skirt. A spot of bright blood stained the front of my panties. I fucking hate aunt flo with a passion, she can go suck it. I folded my hands around my waist as I sat up, taking a deep breath as pain shot through my abdomen. I quickly picked up my backpack off the floor and slipped out of my seat sideways just in case my period seeped through the back of my skirt. The confusion cleared from Tey’s face, as a shit eating grin spread across his lips, finally realizing what was wrong as my cheeks turned red. I took a bathroom pass and almost ran out of the class, feeling the heat of Tey’s gaze on my retreating back.
How embarrassing. I don’t even know why I’m embarrassed, it’s a fucking natural thing but still. Maybe it’s the carnal desire that overtook Tey’s face? I know he loves blood, fascinated by it but he wasn’t serious about before… right? Wanting to have dirty, bloody sex with me? The thought excites me to the point of demanding him to fuck me right now and makes me wary too. What if he gets disgusted?
Ugh. Am I really thinking of having sex with Tey while hiding in the girls’ bathroom? At least it’s the smallest worry in my life, it could be worse.
The girls’ bathroom door opens, bringing in the sound of laughter of girls and the clicks of heels. I’m about to open the door to see if anyone can spare a tampon buthervoice stops me.
“Can you believe she walks around here like she owns the place, hanging off Logan like a whore?” Paris says in a disgusted tone.
I peek through the stall crack, seeing her applying lipgloss in the mirror as her two sidekicks stand on either side of her doing the same thing. I roll my eyes, not having the patience for her today. I’m hungry, horny, and angry, so I don’t want to deal with her bullshit today. She’s been staying clear of me, but doesn’t stop the dirty looks and smiles like she knows something I don’t when we pass in the halls.
“I heard she’s fucking all of them. Half the football team too,” her friend says with a snicker, fluffing her hair in the mirror.
“It’s really pathetic actually. She’s hanging off my boyfriend's arm when everyone knows he’s dating me. Logan’s just playing her, he told me so.” Paris flips her hair over her shoulder before blowing a kiss at her reflection.
