It Ain't Me, Babe
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Ky slapped me on the back, grinning. “And two years later, you f**ked your first club slut and never looked back.”
Yeah. Sunk my dick deep in one of Hangmen’s favorite sluts at age thirteen, courtesy of my old man trying to make me forget about the pilgrim bitch. He even changed the stiff drop site so I’d let go of anything to do with her.
Ky lost his smile and stood right in front of me. “Look, man. Don’t look like she’ll last the night. Make peace, brother. You meeting that girl was a moment in time, and if this is her, which I’m pretty f**kin’ sure it ain’t, ’bout time you put that shit to bed. She’s on her way to Hades, Styx. Time to wake the f**k up and get back to being the Prez. We’ve too much shit going down to be distracted by pu**y.” He reached behind me and passed me the full bottle of Beam.
Rider knocked on the door. I quickly gripped my best friend’s arm, signing, None of this shit to the brothers. This info stays between us. Just another Jane Doe dumped on us, right?
His stiff head nod told me he understood.
Rider walked in, his long brown hair in a ponytail, ready for business.
“Let me take a look at her,” he said, moving to the bed, all business.
“Styx found her behind the dumpster. She’s bleeding out from her leg. Looks like a bite, dog maybe? Pulse is low too. Bitch is dying,” Ky informed.
Rider set to examining the bitch as I watched. For the first time in my life, I prayed to a God I weren’t on good terms with. No one here was. In this kinda life we were tight with the other side of the coin. But she had to survive. That much I knew. That’s what I prayed for, bartering with promises I no doubt couldn’t keep. Truth was I just had to know if it was her or not. Finally put that f**kin’ weird chapter of my life to rest.
“What the—” My eyes shot up to Ky, who hovered over her newly cleaned wrist, the one Rider was holding out as he checked her pulse. Moving next to Ky, I frowned as he read her small tattoo out loud. “Revelation 21:8. What the f**k?”
“But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.”
Ky and I froze as Rider started spouting some Bible shit like a preacher, never missing a beat. Seeing us gaping, he cleared his throat, cheeks blazing red, eyes darting between us and the ground, mumbling, “It’s scripture about sinners going to hell.” Then he set back to work. Ky elbowed me in my ribs and raised his brows in question. I shrugged. Whatever a brother believed in private was his deal.
After twenty minutes of watching Rider silently sterilize and stitch practically every inch of the bitch’s body, he led me outta the room, shaking his head.
“Don’t look good, Styx. She’s lost a lotta blood. Savage dog bite. Rottweiler or pit bull’s my guess—ripped muscle and tendons, probable infection. She’s gonna need blood. I got a contact. I’ll get her blood type with the kit from my bag, put in a call. Supplier can normally be here within thirty minutes. Don’t come cheap, though, and then we’ll see if she’s strong enough to pull through.” Rider glanced across at the bitch unconscious in the bed and rubbed a hand across his head. “Fuckin’ gonna be a rough few days.”
I nodded stiffly and placed an appreciative hand on his shoulder. With that, I headed back into the main base and over to the bar.
Pit asked, “You good, Prez?
I nodded and he pointed to the bottles of liquor behind the bar.
“What can I get you?”
Sucking in a deep breath, I pointed to the Beam. I needed it large and I needed it to keep coming.
Chapter Three
Styx
“Wh-wh-what’s your n-name?”
Silence.
“Wh-wh-what’s this p-place?”
Silence.
“Styx… STYX!”
“Puh… puh… please… Wh-what’s your n-name?”
“I am Sin. We are all sin…”
I snapped outta my daze. Someone was shaking my shoulder. I looked up. Lois.
She pulled up a stool beside me as I refocused on the amber liquid, almost empty, in my glass. Shit. How many had I had?
“What’s going down with that girl?”
I didn’t bother giving her a response.
“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, hand on my shoulder. Bitch was a total f**kin’ sweetheart. Shouldn’t have got handed this shit deal in life.
Tipping back the last of my fifth Beam, I stood and began walking out of the bar to my club room. Halfway to the exit, I glanced back over my shoulder, seeing Lois watching me go, f**kin’ eyes shining. With a tip of my chin at her, I set to walking once more.
As I opened the door to my room, I sensed her behind me. Spinning around, I took her by the top of her arms, ripping off her dress.
“Styx…” she moaned breathlessly. “I love you, Styx. I’m here for you, baby…”
As I ripped down the straps of her black bra, her lips sucked at my neck. Shedding my cut, I tugged off my black shirt and yanked open the zipper of my jeans. No boxers to shed underneath.
Turning Lois to face the wall, I guided us to the unmade bed—the bed I saved for f**king, stained with cum and sweat. Pushing on her neck, head to the mattress, I kept her full ass up in the air—no panties, pu**y bald, just how I liked it. Easy access.
Reaching into the back pocket of my jeans, I picked out a Trojan and wrapped it on my cock.
“Take me, Styx. Take me… hard.”
Grabbing her boney hips, I slammed into her wet pu**y, throwing my head back on a silent hiss. Fuck. This was why I kept her around just for my personal use.
Lois whimpered beneath me and started rocking back along my dick. I knew I was f**ked the minute I imagined Lois’s tanned skin pale in color, her shoulder-length brown hair grow out to her back and deepen to jet black, and when her head turned and her brown eyes faced me, I only saw a pair of ice-blue irises looking back, the lids hooded in pleasure.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I pictured Jane Doe below me, thrashing wild, screaming out in pleasure and coming over and over again while I took her raw. The thought had my c**k twitching and my neck cording, coming so hard I had to use my fists to balance on the mattress.
“Baby…. That was… amazing.” My eyes flew open as Lois panted below me, her back dripping with sweat, a huge smile on her lips as she looked back at me.
Yeah. Sunk my dick deep in one of Hangmen’s favorite sluts at age thirteen, courtesy of my old man trying to make me forget about the pilgrim bitch. He even changed the stiff drop site so I’d let go of anything to do with her.
Ky lost his smile and stood right in front of me. “Look, man. Don’t look like she’ll last the night. Make peace, brother. You meeting that girl was a moment in time, and if this is her, which I’m pretty f**kin’ sure it ain’t, ’bout time you put that shit to bed. She’s on her way to Hades, Styx. Time to wake the f**k up and get back to being the Prez. We’ve too much shit going down to be distracted by pu**y.” He reached behind me and passed me the full bottle of Beam.
Rider knocked on the door. I quickly gripped my best friend’s arm, signing, None of this shit to the brothers. This info stays between us. Just another Jane Doe dumped on us, right?
His stiff head nod told me he understood.
Rider walked in, his long brown hair in a ponytail, ready for business.
“Let me take a look at her,” he said, moving to the bed, all business.
“Styx found her behind the dumpster. She’s bleeding out from her leg. Looks like a bite, dog maybe? Pulse is low too. Bitch is dying,” Ky informed.
Rider set to examining the bitch as I watched. For the first time in my life, I prayed to a God I weren’t on good terms with. No one here was. In this kinda life we were tight with the other side of the coin. But she had to survive. That much I knew. That’s what I prayed for, bartering with promises I no doubt couldn’t keep. Truth was I just had to know if it was her or not. Finally put that f**kin’ weird chapter of my life to rest.
“What the—” My eyes shot up to Ky, who hovered over her newly cleaned wrist, the one Rider was holding out as he checked her pulse. Moving next to Ky, I frowned as he read her small tattoo out loud. “Revelation 21:8. What the f**k?”
“But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.”
Ky and I froze as Rider started spouting some Bible shit like a preacher, never missing a beat. Seeing us gaping, he cleared his throat, cheeks blazing red, eyes darting between us and the ground, mumbling, “It’s scripture about sinners going to hell.” Then he set back to work. Ky elbowed me in my ribs and raised his brows in question. I shrugged. Whatever a brother believed in private was his deal.
After twenty minutes of watching Rider silently sterilize and stitch practically every inch of the bitch’s body, he led me outta the room, shaking his head.
“Don’t look good, Styx. She’s lost a lotta blood. Savage dog bite. Rottweiler or pit bull’s my guess—ripped muscle and tendons, probable infection. She’s gonna need blood. I got a contact. I’ll get her blood type with the kit from my bag, put in a call. Supplier can normally be here within thirty minutes. Don’t come cheap, though, and then we’ll see if she’s strong enough to pull through.” Rider glanced across at the bitch unconscious in the bed and rubbed a hand across his head. “Fuckin’ gonna be a rough few days.”
I nodded stiffly and placed an appreciative hand on his shoulder. With that, I headed back into the main base and over to the bar.
Pit asked, “You good, Prez?
I nodded and he pointed to the bottles of liquor behind the bar.
“What can I get you?”
Sucking in a deep breath, I pointed to the Beam. I needed it large and I needed it to keep coming.
Chapter Three
Styx
“Wh-wh-what’s your n-name?”
Silence.
“Wh-wh-what’s this p-place?”
Silence.
“Styx… STYX!”
“Puh… puh… please… Wh-what’s your n-name?”
“I am Sin. We are all sin…”
I snapped outta my daze. Someone was shaking my shoulder. I looked up. Lois.
She pulled up a stool beside me as I refocused on the amber liquid, almost empty, in my glass. Shit. How many had I had?
“What’s going down with that girl?”
I didn’t bother giving her a response.
“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, hand on my shoulder. Bitch was a total f**kin’ sweetheart. Shouldn’t have got handed this shit deal in life.
Tipping back the last of my fifth Beam, I stood and began walking out of the bar to my club room. Halfway to the exit, I glanced back over my shoulder, seeing Lois watching me go, f**kin’ eyes shining. With a tip of my chin at her, I set to walking once more.
As I opened the door to my room, I sensed her behind me. Spinning around, I took her by the top of her arms, ripping off her dress.
“Styx…” she moaned breathlessly. “I love you, Styx. I’m here for you, baby…”
As I ripped down the straps of her black bra, her lips sucked at my neck. Shedding my cut, I tugged off my black shirt and yanked open the zipper of my jeans. No boxers to shed underneath.
Turning Lois to face the wall, I guided us to the unmade bed—the bed I saved for f**king, stained with cum and sweat. Pushing on her neck, head to the mattress, I kept her full ass up in the air—no panties, pu**y bald, just how I liked it. Easy access.
Reaching into the back pocket of my jeans, I picked out a Trojan and wrapped it on my cock.
“Take me, Styx. Take me… hard.”
Grabbing her boney hips, I slammed into her wet pu**y, throwing my head back on a silent hiss. Fuck. This was why I kept her around just for my personal use.
Lois whimpered beneath me and started rocking back along my dick. I knew I was f**ked the minute I imagined Lois’s tanned skin pale in color, her shoulder-length brown hair grow out to her back and deepen to jet black, and when her head turned and her brown eyes faced me, I only saw a pair of ice-blue irises looking back, the lids hooded in pleasure.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I pictured Jane Doe below me, thrashing wild, screaming out in pleasure and coming over and over again while I took her raw. The thought had my c**k twitching and my neck cording, coming so hard I had to use my fists to balance on the mattress.
“Baby…. That was… amazing.” My eyes flew open as Lois panted below me, her back dripping with sweat, a huge smile on her lips as she looked back at me.
