Seize Me Part 12

"No f.u.c.king talking," I hiss as I clamp my hand over her mouth and pound into her over and over again.

She screams and I m.u.f.fle the noise with my hand as I spill my load inside of her warm c.u.n.t. s.h.i.t that didn't take long. I bury my head in between her gorgeous t.i.ts trying to calm my breathing. I let my hand fall from her mouth.

"Prez... what the h.e.l.l was that?"

I just need her to shut the h.e.l.l up for a minute. I turn my head, one eyes vision blocked by her breast, and my other lands straight on my bed that I've shared with Angel for d.a.m.n near two months. I pull out, stand straight, and toss the condom in the trash.

"Go."

Dizzy looks at me as if I've lost my d.a.m.n mind.

"Diz, just go, I'll be down in a minute."

She jumps down and reaches for her clothes on the floor, giving me a perfect view of her a.s.s and luscious thighs.

What the f.u.c.k did I just do?

"G.o.d dammit," I roar punching the wall.

"Prez you got your wires crossed man," she says before heading out the door.

"f.u.c.k if I don't know it," I reply.

I spend an hour up in my apartment dreading the walk back downstairs into my own club because I don't wanna look my Angel in the eyes. I screwed up. I know I did because if I didn't, I wouldn't feel like this right now.

I grab a smoke and head down. Angel's sitting on one of the couches talking with Berry as the charter ladies play pool shooting the s.h.i.t with the brothers. She looks up at me and smiles a small sad smile and f.u.c.k if that doesn't kill me.

"Prez." Sniper comes jogging up to me.

"We've f.u.c.king got him man; he's at the warehouse."

Sniper wasn't quiet enough because Angel's entire body jumps before she gets up from the couch and heads over towards me.

"Chapel, now."

"No," Angel says sternly. "I've got to hear this, please, Braxxon."

"Okay baby," I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lead us into the chapel. I wait for everyone to get inside before I slam the gavel down.

"Angel needs to hear this. h.e.l.l if she doesn't deserve to hear this."

My brothers let out a sound of agreeable responses.

"He's in the warehouse. Petra called the prepay and said he had something. So I met up with him while you were..." He stops.

"No, it's okay; go on, Sniper," Winter grumbles.

"Well I met up with him and roughed PP up a bit and hung him over the drains. So we head out now, yeah?"

"Now," I growl slamming the gavel down.

Angel's on my heels as I make my way over to Dizzy. I want her to stay here with the family because I'm taking the brothers with me. They need to see and be a part of this.

"Stay here. Clubs on lockdown," I say.

"Braxxon," Angel tugs on my cut, and I turn to look at her.

"I need to go," she croaks.

Go where? With us? I don't f.u.c.king think so.

"h.e.l.l no," I say fiercely.

"It'll help fix me," she croaks again.

"Prez... you can't take her on club business," Dizzy spits.

"I'm the f.u.c.king MC President. Don't make my decisions for me Diz," I seethe. "Are you sure, Angel?"

"I'm so f.u.c.king sure," she half smiles.

"Let's go."

I thought that maybe having Angel's thighs squeezing me tight on the way to the warehouse would be an awesome d.a.m.n feeling. I was dead wrong. I'm anxious to get a hold of PP, and I'm clearly having a weak moment filled with guilt and regret about f.u.c.king Dizzy. When we all throttle into the warehouse gravel driveway and back up in a row, Winter jumps off. She tosses me her helmet and takes her hair down to run her fingers through it before piling it back on the top of her head. And why the f.u.c.k does she have to dress like that? She's wearing a strapless purple tight dress that doesn't even reach her knees. It shows her tanned legs and d.a.m.n if she doesn't pair it with her white converse. Not something a woman would usually wear riding on the back of a Harley, but what the h.e.l.l do I know about women's wear. I get off my lady and walk up to the warehouse door with Angel and the brothers on my tail. I key in the code and open the door. I flip on the lights and Angel pushes past me.

PP is dangling from the warehouse ceiling by a chain and handcuffs. His mouth is gagged and has duct tape wrapped around the gag. His eyes aren't focused on my brothers and me; they're focused on Angel who is standing a few feet away from him with her hand on her hip. The brothers and I line up and just watch. I'm sure we're all thinking the same thing. What's she doing?

Smokey starts pa.s.sing beers down the line. I pop my cap and toss it. Angel looks around for a moment before spotting something. She walks over to one of the roller chairs and rolls it back in front of PP.

"What's she doin'?" Sniper whispers beside me.

"I don't know," I whisper back.

Angel sits in the chair and slouches, lifting her dress. What the f.u.c.k?

"You see it? Still pretty as ever," she purrs. "Guess you didn't do your job as well as you thought you did."

Oh, f.u.c.k!

"Dude," Pyro says from my other side.

"Let me tell you what p.i.s.ses me off about this whole experience." She laughs, pulling her dress back down. "The thing that just p.i.s.ses me off to where I see red is that I can't f.u.c.king come."

She stands and pulls back her right arm sending a right hook straight to his jaw. "I'm twenty-two f.u.c.king years old and I can't get off. I imagine after I'm done with you, I'll have enough closure to achieve an o.r.g.a.s.m."

Oh, well I guess this is Angel's show. I lean against the carpenter table behind me. "Huh well, well what is this," her voice throaty as she walks to the cart.

"Prez, you gonna let her do this?" Smokey peers around at me.

"We weren't there Smokey; we didn't go through what she did. I don't think she'll actually do anything."

"It seems these s.e.xy bikers know a thing or two about tools of torture." Her fingers trace some of the utensils. It sucks doesn't it, being tied up, completely at someone else's mercy for them to do anything and everything to you and there ain't a motherf.u.c.kin' thing you can do about it." She reaches into the box of disposable gloves, covers her hands in two pairs before picking up the medical scissors.

"Uh, Prez, I think you're wrong," Smokey grits through clenched teeth.

Yeah bro, I feel it too, I wanna say. I'm on edge just thinking about what might be running through her mind. I shouldn't have let her come.

She cuts his shirt off and tosses it to the floor before throwing the scissors back on the cart. She undoes his belt, ripping it through the belt loops and tosses that. She walks behind him and runs her hands around to his chest and down, and I squeeze my beer bottle. What is she f.u.c.king doing?

My Angel starts jacking him the h.e.l.l off. I start growling. Her hand shouldn't be on any other c.o.c.k but mine. PP's eyes close as his c.o.c.k starts growing. Her hand starts moving faster and faster, and I know my mouth and all of my brothers' mouths are hanging open in a what the f.u.c.k kinda thing.

"You won't need this anymore." She smirks from the side of his body, and his eyes go wide before she cracks his d.i.c.k in half. His screams echo through the gag.

"Oh f.u.c.k man, she just broke his d.i.c.k." Sniper laughs.

I groan, and so do a few others. You can practically feel that d.a.m.n pain. Tears are pouring from PP's eyes, and he's choking himself on the gag with all the screaming.

"It doesn't feel good when your bottom half feels broken, or in your case is broken, does it?"

I can't take my eyes off the crooked d.i.c.k that's blue and purple. I can't believe she broke his d.i.c.k.

"I'll let you think on that pain for just a minute." She giggles shaking her head. And it's not the cute fluffy girl kinda giggling. It's evil and malicious, and I shiver from the sound.

"Man," Pyro says beside me.

"I've had almost two months to go over this exact moment with you PP. Two long months getting wasted outta my mind. Two long months plotting my revenge towards you and your father. I didn't have to worry about your sister since I blew that b.i.t.c.h's brains out, but you... let me tell you, you acted like you were my f.u.c.king friend...," She trails off, fingering one of the utensils on the cart.

"Braxxon, this s.h.i.t's gone on long enough man. She'll never forgive herself for this," Sniper whisper growls.

"She's a grown up, brother. She can make her own decisions."

"I don't do well with people out to hurt me. I'm a Belov; did you know that? Of course, you didn't. Belov's a pretty notorious name; you know us Russians can be some scary f.u.c.kers. I used to be this precious little thing... never did anything wrong, but that all changed when my father blew out my boyfriend's brains right in front of me. To say that didn't scar and corrupt me would be a lie. And that's how Star was born. That man over there calls me Angel. But you know what? I don't feel like being an Angel right now."

Angel picks up the largest scalpel and walks back in front of him. She grabs his chin hard with her left hand.

"I want you to look at me while I do this. I want to see your d.a.m.n pain," she growls as she slices across his chest. More screams as she lets go of his face and steps back while the blood pours from his chest.

"Oops... I think I cut ya a little too deep. My bad." She laughs.

f.u.c.k if I were any other guy, I would be f.u.c.king scared of this b.i.t.c.h.

"She's kinda frightening," Rob says.

"I was just thinking the same s.h.i.t." I agree completely.

But as she sits down in the chair watching the blood pour from him as if she's watching the rain on a window, I have a d.a.m.n epiphany. She's never going to be the girl I met that weekend. She's changed and if I want her, I need to get over it.

A hand slaps my chest; I look over at Pyro, and he nods in her direction. "She's eyeing the drum of oil."

"What does she need...," I trail off. "Oh." She picked up an empty beer bottle and dipped it in the drum.

"Oh f.u.c.k, oh f.u.c.k," Sniper groans.

Yeah, oh f.u.c.k is right. She walks up behind him again. When she jerks his head back with one hand and arches his body as he hangs, she whispers just loud enough for us to hear. "I was going to save this bit for your father, but I'm feeling like you need it too." And she slams the beer bottle into his a.s.s.

PP's face turns red and he pa.s.ses out as she lets go of his head and she shoves the bottle further up, grinding it in more. It's taking a lot of her strength because her stance is stiff.

No one makes a d.a.m.n sound including me. I've tortured motherf.u.c.kers countless times. I've cut off tongues, fingers and even large limbs, but what Angel just did has left me f.u.c.king speechless. She's a d.a.m.n woman out for blood, and it's best to stay outta her f.u.c.king way.

My mouth hangs open as she strips the gloves off and walks them over to the trash and tosses them in before washing her hands at the industrial sink. When she turns off the water and makes her way over to me, I have nothing to say.

"I'm half better; now, do you have a smoke?" she asks.

Seriously? I start patting my pockets until I locate my cigs and I pull them out along with my Zippo.

She takes them and pushes me to the side as she hops up onto the carpenter table. She leans on one hand and crosses her legs, kicking her feet back and forth, as she uses her free hand to light a cigarette.

"I think I just fell in love with you," I rush out.

Where the s.h.i.t did that come from?

She just laughs, blowing smoke in my face. No one will be able to top this feeling ever. I've just met my match and my match is the new Angel.

"So... what now?" she asks.

"We kill him. Sure you don't wanna do that?"

I mean s.h.i.t, she did everything else.

"I'm sure." She smiles. "I wanna go now."

I turn to look at my brothers. With unspoken words I let them know to kill him and get rid of the body. When they get my look, I turn my attention back on my h.e.l.l's angel.

"Let's go, Angel."

Something happened in that warehouse. I felt as if I were reborn. Like this humongous dumbbell has been lifted off my chest, and I can finally breathe again. As I'm riding on the back of Braxxon's bike with my arms wrapped around his middle and letting the wind blow across my face, I vow to live my life to the fullest. Whether it's living in this lifestyle or another, I will continue to live. I still want Snake dead and something in the pit of my stomach says I just might get that wish. Braxxon's right hand covers mine against his chest, and I smile against his back. Something tells me that Braxxon and I might just finally figure out what the h.e.l.l we're doing with one another. I swear I can hear country music playing in my head. The sappy kind that tells you your life and s.h.i.t will go on.

We pull into the compound and I'm excited to get busy celebrating my new life. When I go to take my helmet off after Braxxon shuts the Harley off, he turns his body and stops my hands. I drop them, and his hands go to unstrap the helmet. He pulls it off and tosses it to the ground. His hands cup my cheeks and his eyes search mine.

"I'm okay," I a.s.sure him.

"Awesome c'mon baby." He helps me off the bike before he climbs off. "Things are gonna be different now aren't they?" he asks as we walk towards the clubhouse.

I jump on his back, wrapping my legs tightly around him. "Yeah," I whisper before biting on his earlobe. "Now give me a ride."

"Oh I'll give you a ride, Angel." He chuckles.

"Shut up. I wanna celebrate."