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  “I should go,” he said, out of the blue, when I was least expecting him to speak. A sudden thud landed on my chest. I hadn’t even given a thought to the fact that me staying with Moira would mean that Jesus would have to leave at some point. I didn’t want us to be apart, but it was inevitable.

  I nodded my head wordlessly. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye. It felt like we had just found each other and now we were going to be apart again. It filled me with the kind of fear I had never felt before. Not even when Juan was holding me captive in that motel room.

  Jesus took a step back from me, his eyes still on me and then he turned around and walked to the bedroom door. I watched him with a heaving chest as he placed a hand on the doorknob. I felt like I could have just burst out into tears at that moment. I wanted him to stay.

  Jesus turned the knob and pulled the door open. My breath was caught in my throat. But instead of stepping out, he slammed the door back shut again.

  I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins as he turned on his heels and strode to me.

  I gasped and fell back on the bed when he threw himself on me. I caught his face with my hands as our lips met. I opened my mouth, his tongue pushed into me and our breaths collided.

  Jesus had pinned me down flat on the bed with his body, his hands feeling my torso as he slowly lifted up my top. His hands cupped my breasts, and I arched my back, shuddering under his touch. His mouth remained fixed on mine, his tongue thrusting in and out of me while he moved his hips against mine.

  Our clothes felt like they were going to burn away. I’d just had him, but I wanted him again. I could feel the angry throb of his cock in his pants. My pussy was wet too, under the barrier of my jeans and underwear.

  When his hands found my nipples, I moaned into his mouth. Jesus had always known how to tease me, to thrill me to the point of no return so that he could stand back and watch me crash and burn. My nipples pebbled under his touch, yearning for his mouth, but his tongue was occupied with my lips.

  I moved my hips, trying to raise myself up to meet his cock. It was like we were fused together. We were going to dry hump our way to an orgasm at this rate!

  I fumbled with his clothes, desperate to see him naked now and Jesus pulled his face away from me so that he could ease off his jacket and then his t-shirt.

  I gasped when I saw his naked body. I had fantasized about it for so long, and now finally I saw it. I rose myself off the bed slightly, just so that I could reach out and touch the angles of his abs. He was wide and strong, his muscles moving like a well-oiled machine with every move that he made. His biceps bulged, and his belly was washboard flat. That light dusting of dark hair remained in the center of his chest, where the tattoo of a cross was a new addition.

  I ran my fingertips over the intricate art, and we looked into each other’s eyes. Jesus’ religion was an integral part of his life, and I could see that it hadn’t diminished. A cross hung from a silver chain around his neck and now as he lowered himself back down on me, it swung over my face.

  “I have to have you,” he mumbled under his breath, and I parted my lips.

  His hands roughly drew up my crop top, and my bra-clad breasts were revealed to him. He lowered his head, and I could feel his hot breath falling on me. I was on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side and he wedged himself between my thighs.

  Slowly, and like he was concentrating on detonating the bomb, he undid the clasps of my bra. He pulled my top over my head and then my bra, and I felt the tingle of the cold air in the room on my skin. My nipples ached for him, but his hands had moved down to my jeans now.

  Slowly, he undid those as well, and he jerked it down my legs till they fell away to the floor. He splayed his hand over my panties, and then hooking his fingers on the elastic, he pulled that down too.

  Once again, I was completely naked while Jesus was only partially so. I wanted to see his cock. That big magnificent cock of his, that was capable of setting my body on fire. His waist was narrow in his jeans, and a dark trail of hair disappeared down his navel into his pants. My body shuddered.

  Jesus brought his mouth to my nipple abruptly. He had taken me by surprise, and I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair as he latched himself to me. I arched my back, throwing my head back in pleasure as his mouth engulfed my nipple. He sucked and tugged, and I could feel the growing, throbbing ache between my legs.

  They were spread apart, winding around his hips and ass, pulling him closer to me while he continued to suck on my breast. Then his fingers traveled down, over my belly, till he had reached the hot wet core between my thighs.

  I bit down on my lip as he teased my folds. With his thumb, he started stroking my clit, and I knew I was getting close.

  “You’re not allowed to come till I let you,” I heard him say, suddenly lifting his face from my breasts. I looked into his eyes and nodded. I liked being told what to do, by him and only by him. Controlling my wave of orgasm was going to be an effort, and I tried to control my breathing.

  He wasn’t making it easy for me, rubbing my clit and stroking my wet pussy while he sucked on my other breast.

  I dug my nails into his back, feeling the power in his biceps as he kept his hands working away at my pussy. Then I felt one finger slip in. I moaned loudly, arching my body to meet his, while his finger slid deep inside me. A second finger joined in and then a third, within a minute, three of his fingers were thrusting in and out of my pussy, and I could feel my juices trickling out.

  “Jesus…please…” I begged him to let me come.

  He stopped sucking on my breast and looked at me with an amused twinkle in his eye.

  “Not so fast, baby,” he said and increased the pace of his fingers. With his thumb on my clit, and his fingers sliding in and out of me, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. I was going to have to defy him; my body was giving up.

  I cried out just as I was about to explode, but Jesus pulled his fingers out of me, lifting his mouth away from my breasts as well. He straightened himself up, and I watched with my breath sucked in, as he stood over me, undoing his jeans.

  When his boxers came down, I finally saw that cock again. Raging red, with a glistening tip, big and ready with his balls hanging hungrily down. I wanted to feel those balls smacking against my ass as he drove into me.

  I parted my legs for him, not shy to ask for what I wanted. Jesus had a grin on his face as he joined me on the bed again, this time, grabbing my waist with both hands to flip me around.

  I purred at the thought of what was going to happen. I flipped my head back, my hair flying in a tumble over my shoulders as I arched my torso, sticking my ass up towards him. My belly was flat, pinned down on the mattress and then I felt his hands on me again. His large, strong hands, warm and firm on either side of my waist.

  He was planting himself on the edge of the bed, hovering over me with his cock pressing down on my back now. Just a trailer of the force with which he was going to thrust into me. His grip on my body was strong, and he lifted one hand to slap my ass. I felt the pinch on my skin, and I winced and then purred again.

  “You like that?” he growled, and I nodded my head. I wanted him to slap my ass again, and he obliged. It came down with a smack on my skin, and I moaned.

  “Come on my command,” he grunted, just as I felt his hands parting my ass. With one finger, he tested the stickiness of my pussy. He didn’t need to do that; I was dripping wet. My pussy was swollen and ready for his cock.

  Jesus grunted when he pushed his cock into my pussy, and my body slid over the mattress from the force. I moaned, pressing my eyes closed from the sensation of having him inside me again.

  His hands were holding me down; my ass was sticking up, giving him access to my deepest hottest core. His cock slid out of me, completely and he waited for one heartbeat before he thrust it back into me and I cried out again.

  “Not yet, baby,” he murmured under his heavy breaths, and I pulled at
the bedsheets with my clenched fists, and Jesus thrust his cock into me again.

  He was reaching me deep inside, right where I knew the spot was. My body shook from the sensation as he started pulling and pushing rhythmically now. Over and over again. Our voices were loud as we moaned, Jesus grunted, and I called out his name.

  He slapped my ass once again, and it pushed me over the edge. I liked it when he acknowledged his possession of me, the fact that I was giving myself up to him completely. He could do whatever he wanted with me.

  “Come for me, Valentina,” he hissed in my ear, bringing his face close to mine and I let myself go. I cried out in absolute pleasure as the wave of my orgasm took over me. My toes curled, and I fell forward while Jesus continued to thrust into me. Till I could finally feel him shoot as well, emptying himself into me with quick jerks, his grip tightening on my waist as we came together.

  I wanted to laugh when my orgasm began to simmer down. I wanted to laugh out with joy, and just when I opened my mouth to do so, I heard a cell phone ringing somewhere.

  Jesus pulled himself out of me with a quick slide, and I turned around on the bed. He was rummaging in the pockets of his jeans for his cell phone, and I felt that familiar tug in my heart. That moment had come to an end. We were back to being “friends,” as he had put it to his brothers at the bar.

  “Yeah,” Jesus’ voice was deep as he tried to mask his heavy breathing. He kept his eyes averted from me, while he listened to the voice on the other end of the line.

  I watched him with sadness as he began dressing.

  “Okay. Give me fifteen minutes,” I heard him say and then he ended the call.

  Jesus was already halfway through dressing, and I tugged the covers over my bare body.

  “I have to go. You’ll be safe here,” he said when our eyes finally met. He was putting his jacket back on, and I threw him a smile.

  “Of course,” I replied. What else could I do? This was his life now…I couldn’t expect him to stay with me forever.

  Chapter 9

  King

  Elwood had given us the command to go into the gambling bar where the Black Skulls usually gathered. When I rode there, I saw that Slade, Commando, Girth and a handful of my other brothers from the MC were already waiting to go in.

  “Aren’t we going to be outnumbered?” I said, jumping off my bike and walking towards the others.

  “They’re not going to mess with us tonight, not after what happened at the warehouse. It’s too early for them to retaliate,” Commando said, leading the way in. I checked my gun and made sure it was loaded as we grew closer to the door.

  Slade pushed the door open, and we barged in, interrupting a fist fight that was going on between two Black Skulls members. It was clear to see that the place wasn’t packed with them, a huge number of their members were missing tonight, which was evident given that we had injured a lot of them at the warehouse earlier.

  The music continued in the background, while they all turned to look at us. We stood our ground at the door, just as a muscular, tattooed member stalked towards us. I stepped up in front, meeting his eye. We both had our teeth gritted at each other like wolves waiting to pounce.

  “What the fuck are you assholes doing here?” he growled and my hand instinctively flew to the gun stuffed in my belt.

  “At ease soldier, we’re here to have a chat,” I told him, and a smile flickered on my face. I was enjoying watching the Black Skulls squirm, knowing that they were powerless now. Besides, the truth was that the Black Skulls knew, just as well as we did, that messing with underage kids and using them as slave fighters; went against every code in the book. They were never going to be taken seriously by any MC if they continued doing this.

  The bear growled and squared his shoulder, just as another, skinnier guy walked up to us. I recognized him immediately. They called him Razor, and he was high ranking in the Black Skulls order of command. He seemed calmer than the muscle man like he had already admitted defeat.

  “What makes you think that we would want to have a chat with you boys?” Razor asked, looking calmly at my brothers and me.

  “Because you wouldn’t want to be slaughtered by us again, would you?” Slade had stepped up towards Razor and was hissing at him angrily. I held up a hand at Slade, to stop him in his tracks before he did something stupid. Now was not the time to make a show of our power. Not when we were right in the Black Skulls’ lair.

  “It would be in your best interest to just listen to what we have to say, and avoid trouble. We broke you guys up before, and we can do it again,” I said, glaring into Razor’s eyes. The man had his tattooed face scrunched up, which he eventually relaxed and then looked over his shoulder to check the expression on the faces of his MC members.

  “What do you fucking want?” he growled, and I clenched my jaws.

  “We know you were working with the Muerte Viviente gang,” I said, but Razor said nothing. He kept peering into my eyes, but he didn’t need to reply. We all knew they weren’t running the fighting ring alone.

  “Give us information on the gang, and we just might leave you fellows alone,” I said, a smile tugging my lips.

  Razor looked back at his group again. They were all hulking masses of muscle behind him, some armed and others armed with drinks. I could sense the tension in the room. We were all poised for a fight, which we knew could erupt at any second. One wrong move on one guy’s part could start a battle. There was no love lost between either of our MCs. However, this was the closest to a civil conversation that we could have right now; after we had just obliterated their entire fighting ring operation.

  Razor looked back at me, and I checked over his shoulders to make sure that none of his men were about to make a stupid move. I knew my brothers were keeping an eye out as well.

  “What kind of information are you looking for?” Razor finally said, and I nodded my head, the smile growing on my face. It hadn’t taken them long to decide to throw the Muerte Viviente gang under the bus.

  “Give me a name. Someone to target,” I said and stroked the barrel of my gun unconsciously. Razor squared his shoulders again and clenched his jaws. He was pretending to struggle with giving away vital information…but we both knew what was going to happen. He was going to give me a name, just so that we could leave him and his MC alone. They needed more time to gather forces so they could retaliate against us. For the time being, they needed some space so they could lick their wounds in peace.

  “Juan Castillo,” he said and my brows furrowed, my face turning rigid with confusion.

  “What did you say?” I growled, and Razor shrugged his shoulders.

  “Yeah, that’s his name. What a fucking loser,” Razor said, and some of his men joined him in a laugh like he had said something funny.

  “Did you say, Juan Castillo?” I asked him, and Razor tilted his head to one side and smiled. He had noticed the wave of rage and confusion on my face.

  “That name mean something to you, baby boy?” he asked, and Commando stepped in before things got out of hand. I had clenched my hand on the barrel of the gun, and I would have pulled it out and shot Razor right in the chest if Commando hadn’t interrupted us.

  “Who is he? Why are you giving us his name?” Commando asked.

  “He’s their leader. He’s the one who organized the whole thing for us, practically begged us to work with him. I tell ya, we did it because we felt sorry for him. Small time gang,” Razor said, with a smirk on his face.

  “Yeah, sure, that’s what happened,” Commando rolled his eyes comically at Razor and turned to me, blocking my view of the man.

  “Let’s get out of here and deal with this later, brother,” he said to me, and I realized that Commando had noticed the look of recognition on my face.

  No more words were exchanged between us and the Black Skulls as we backed out of the bar. My mind was still reeling with the information. I could feel that familiar feeling of rage returning to my brain. Juan Castillo,
the name kept ringing in my head.

  Once outside, we all strode towards our bikes and Commando followed me.

  “You know this guy?” he asked as I jumped on my bike in a hurry. I needed some time to think things over. This was information that wasn’t going to settle down easily.

  “Yeah, I know him,” I said to Commando who tapped his fingers on my bike.

  “Who is he? He’s not Valentina’s father, that much I know,” Commando said, and I nodded my head.

  “He was one of the kids,” I said, and he crossed his brows.

  “One of the kids…you mean, like you? One of the kids they used in the fighting rings?” he asked, and I revved up the gears of my bike and nodded my head.

  “He was older than me, but yeah, he started off as me,” I said, and Commando stepped back, recognizing my desperate urge to ride away as fast as I possibly could.

  “And he’s their leader now!” he remarked, and I stared at Commando some more. Maybe some other time, I might have told him what exactly Juan Castillo did to the other kids and me. Maybe then Commando would realize why I wasn’t surprised that he was their leader now, and how I knew the things the guy was capable of. But not tonight, tonight I needed to see Valentina.

  If he was the one who was holding her captive, I didn’t even want to imagine the things he might have done to her.

  I rode away, the sound of Juan’s blood-curdling mad laughter ringing in my ears. It would take me a lifetime to forget the things he liked to do. How he took punches at my jaw till he heard the sound of bones breaking. I was sixteen, and he couldn’t have been older than twenty, but he liked that distinct sound; bone crunching against bone and the sight of skin splitting open and blood gushing out.

  Chapter 10

  Valentina

  “He made me watch the kids fighting,” I said in a quiet voice, trying to hold back the tears. The image was still stark in my mind, every time I shut my eyes, I could see it again. The kids, teenagers, lunging at each other. Monstrous men surrounding them like a hungry pack of wolves, goading them on to fight…to keep fighting.