The Black Aces MC Page 4

Days turned into weeks and she got weaker and weaker. One day after registering a 103° fever I carried her into the emergency room, they put her on a stretcher immediately working to get her temperature down. I spoke with her physician and requested a psychiatric evaluation and possible commitment if he saw fit. It was all I could do to save the remnants of my mother. He agreed and her psychiatrist recommended her commitment to address her manic depression and other psychological issues.

  For the next three weeks, I spent it fending for myself, but I could get by, I didn't eat much, I stayed home and waited, waited for the call and one day it came.

  My mom was well enough to come home.

  She waited outside of the hospital for me and when our eyes met, I knew she hadn't forgiven me, and I wasn't sure she would.

  The next two days were filled with silence, she sat on the patio overlooking the backyard and beyond that was a small lake. She'd just watch the day go by and when I came to check on her, she'd just take her blanket and go to her room without a word towards me. I'd bring her food and eventually she'd eat it, it was a sign she was getting better, even if she was shutting me out.

  A week later I was sleeping on the couch and was awakened by her voice.

  "You know, you're the only constant in my life. Probably the only man to love me genuinely...I know having me committed was hard and I never blamed you. You were trying to save what's left of me. I should only be so appreciative my son did that for me."

  I sat up and faced her, she looked like her old self, in her vintage calico 60's dress, her hair in a chignon and she even managed to put on her signature berry devilish lipstick. She told me the color once so if she ever ran out, I would know what to get. She looked like my mom again, but I was skeptical...

  Just how long would this last?

  *Flashback end*

  HELPLESS

  LYRIC

  It's been almost a week since the bar fight fiasco.

  Another day, another dollar in this rat trap.

  Okay, I should really stop talking bad about the place, it's a good gig just with not so great customers.

  I sigh as I clear table three before I hear a voice behind me.

  "Well, well, well...look who it is. I think you owe me an apology, bitch. I don't take kindly to you assaulting me like that, I've been dealing with a splitting headache because of you and you’re going to pay for it, one way or another."

  Before I can look up, I'm spun around to face the vengeful eyes of Johnny. He's got a bandage wrapped around his head that had a bit of blood seeping through. He looked worse for the wear.

  I didn't think I hit him that hard, guess it was built up rage and aggression. Screw him, he deserved it.

  He was so close it was uncomfortable. "So, you want to be a whore to the Aces, huh? Well, I'll make sure I return the damaged goods as soon as I'm done making you pay."

  My heart sank at his threatening words. I looked frantically for Dave but he's nowhere to be found, only Johnny’s cronies. My heart is racing, and I feel like I'm on the verge of a panic attack. Tears are pricking my eyes as they dart around looking for anyone to help.

  "No one's going to rescue you slut, now I believe you owe me an apology...oh and so much more..." He licked his lips and rubbed his hands together.

  He's dangerous and I can't run with his friends surrounding me.

  Oh god, oh god, oh god...I don't know what to do! I have to fight back, or he'll hurt me. Either way, I can't make it easy, I’d rather die first!

  His whiskey scented breath on my ear. "I won't ask again, slut..." He rasps and then pulls back to gauge my reaction, which is pure fear.

  I couldn't even squeak out an answer and for that, I was soon feeling the sting of his hand hitting my face. I fell against the bar clutching my face in shock and horror.

  "If you won't give me an apology then I'll just have to take that, too."

  That threat causes me to back behind the bar. Each step back, he takes a step forward. In fear, I throw the first bottle I can get my hands on, but he deflects it and then starts laughing.

  "Let's see how strong that gag reflex is..."

  I turn to run out of the other end of the bar, but I feel the burning sting of my hair being pulled forcefully. Then another hard smack brings me to my knees.

  The tears fall in my weakened and vulnerable state and my lip quivers.

  "Mmm...can't wait to feel those pretty lips rub all over my dick. Open up, sweetheart..."

  I'm openly sobbing as he pulls his zipper down and smirks while trying to whip it out. I see his friends watching and egging him on to hurt me… to violate me. I could only hope it would be over fast.

  What did I do to deserve this? I shut my eyes and accept my fate.

  "HEY! HEY, JUST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER?! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"

  I hear shouting and I see them all turn around.

  I feel myself gradually blackout in fear, all I hear are grunts and punches being thrown as my world goes dark.

  BOILING POINT

  CUPID

  It was a nice day outside, so I find myself tending to my cherry red beauty, my Harley Davidson deluxe. I keep her well maintained, she's my baby.

  She's taken me far and wide along the countryside from coast to coast. Nothing like the freedom of having your boots up doing 85 down the highway. It's been a while since I've taken a decent ride, even a short one. Club business keeps us grounded here, one day I'll take off and go to California to see the ocean again.

  I look up and swear I see rain clouds, so I wheel her into the garage after the badass wax job I just gave her.

  I hear Club and Knox's cruisers coming up the driveway.

  "You got her, just get her in the house, I'll find everyone. Hey! Aces emergency meeting now!" I hear Club yell in the direction of the garage.

  Christ almighty, now what?! I assume it didn't go well at the meeting. I cover my beauty and stomp towards the front door. As I walk in, I see the fellas gathered in front of the couch. They're whispering and I hear my name come up.

  "Cupid's going to fucking flip!"

  What did I do?

  I was the last to come in. My heavy boots cause everyone to turn around.

  Jackal turns to intercept me, "Hey Cupid, let me talk to you for a moment over here." Jackal points to the far corner of the room and I follow, he makes sure to keep my focus away from the commotion.

  Jackal turns around and my back is facing the group as he watches me. I can see the worry in his eyes, he was not one to hide his emotions, not anymore.

  "Look, I don't need you to go nuclear but...there was...an incident at the bar today with Johnny. He uh...he cornered that little lady behind the bar and..." he took a deep breath, "he was going to assault her for helping you. If Club and Knox hadn't been there, I don't know how bad it would have been, but I have to be honest, she suffered some physical injuries from him. She’s here and I want you to be prepared."

  He glanced down and saw my knuckles were pure white. As soon as he said "her" my blood was boiling. To threaten a woman with physical assault was one of my no-going-back deals, I'd go to jail for executing any bastard who harmed a woman or child.

  "Cupid, you need to be calm; she's blacked out and hasn't regained consciousness yet. She needs to see a familiar face when she awakens. I know she'll be frightened and reliving the trauma. Can you do that?" He clutched my shoulders so I could focus on his face and what he was saying, not fixate on my increasing rage. I could only nod.

  If he wasn't a dead man before, he definitely was now. The various ways I wanted to torture and kill that fucker were rampant in my thoughts, but I had to focus. I take a few deep breaths before I turn to see they had parted and what lay before me set my fire ablaze again.

  A clear as day handprint across her face and a cut above her eyebrow.

  I'll slice his dick off, shove it down his fucking throat, and then stomp on his windpipe.

  As my darkness was conjuring up a torture to-do list
I gazed at her. She was still out cold when I knelt in front of her. Her hair covers part of her face but not the red handprint part, her face is swollen, and I can't help but feel the bruise which was warm to the touch. She stirs and moans a bit, her eyes clamp shut. I brush her hair from her face.

  "Oh, kitten..."

  I pick her up, maneuver up the stairs and place her in my bed. I sit in the recliner next to my bed and watch an angel sleep.

  What have I gotten mixed up in?

  SCARED

  LYRIC

  I'm struggling to get away from that druggie bastard. He wants to hurt me; he wants to violate me and teach me a lesson, but I won't stop fighting. He'll never win, I'd rather die first! I want to scream but it's muffled, though in my mind it sounds like a thousand banshees. I have to get away...I have to get free from him!

  "Ahhhhh! Get away! Don't touch me you son of a..."

  "Hey, hey, hey kitten, wake up!"

  My eyes are open, but it's pitch black and I don't know who is talking to me. My eyes haven’t adjusted.

  Oh god, did Johnny kidnap me and is now holding me hostage?! I got to get out, I got to get out! I--...

  Before I could bolt the lights turned on and I'm face to face with Tarzan, my Tarzan. I have never been so relieved to see his stupid, arrogant face.

  I didn't think, I just jumped into his arms and cried. I just needed to be held.

  CUPID

  She pounced right into my lap and cried hysterically. She had to be terrified after today's incident. She's not going back, I'll be damned. I'll take her to grab some items from her place, but I will not leave her alone.

  She's sniffling but finally comfortably asleep. She's rubbing her inner thigh subconsciously as she whimpers.

  "I need you...please..." I watch her hand slide further inward. She's wearing leggings and I replaced her shirt with one of my own, it swallows her, but I didn't want her to be reminded of what happened.

  I watched this petite beauty's hand slip underneath her pants and underwear as she shifted her focus to pleasure...right there in my lap. I imagined she was dripping wet as she stroked herself, concentrating on her sensitive clit. Her little gasps and moans were mind-blowing, she pants, and sighs and my arrow couldn't be stiffer, I'd give anything to alleviate the deep throbbing.

  "Mmm, right there..." Her sleep talking interrupted my thoughts.

  I'm conflicted, do I stop her or let her finish?

  She's been through enough and I just watch, if I move, I'll wake her and that'll be awkward enough.

  Her other hand slides up, caressing her breast and it's obvious the tempo changes as her fingers work rapidly to bring her to climax.

  Her mix of whimpering and moaning is driving me wild. Fuck, it's painful and pressed against my thigh in my jeans.

  "Mmm...so close...Cupid, please."

  Holy shit!

  She just moaned my name! That little minx was getting off to the thought of me.

  Fuck, that's hot.

  Her breathing picks up as she physically shakes from her orgasm and she comes all over her fingers, then sighs before she calms back down to a deeper slumber. I wanted to lick her clean and taste her essence on her fingers.

  This is by far the most painful erection I've ever had as I just watched this girl come while moaning my name. I placed her gently in my bed and went to take a shower where I let my own imagination run wild. I couldn't jerk off fast enough, my body shuddered, my knees buckled, and I bit my tongue as it brought me to my knees. This was my quickest orgasm to date, she worked me up watching her writhe on top of me.

  I wear a t-shirt and shorts before I lay in bed and pull her in. She buries her face into my neck, and I play in her hair until I fall asleep.

  LYRIC

  I finally open my eyes from today's tragic events to realize it's nighttime and nothing looks familiar, wait, this isn't my place! My breathing picks up as I realize that someone is holding me. In a panic I turn around and shove as hard as I can so I can get away.

  "Ahh, what the hell?! Why'd you push me off the bed? Remember earlier? You're safe with me."

  That wasn't Johnny's voice, it wasn't cold or sinister.

  Then a lamp turns on and I instantly remember what happened before I fell asleep, I was crying...in his arms. He must have placed me on his bed and was...holding me. I have the worst memory.

  "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I panicked again; I must have had another nightmare. I'm...I'm sorry, Cupid."

  He sighs loudly, "It's Aleister, please."

  I just nod pulling the blanket back, "Will you please get back in bed, Aleister?"

  CUPID

  Her eyes screaming to be comforted and so I oblige. I lay on my back, reach over, and turn off the lamp, the room is peacefully still.

  Suddenly she lays half her body on my chest and leg. I put my hands behind my head to avoid any accidental touch.

  I shift a bit, "You never told me your name after you yelled at me, told me to fuck off, and stormed out."

  I could feel her glare from here. Well, that was my failed attempt at lightening the mood.

  "And you never thanked me for saving your life, guess we're even then."

  There's an awkward silence, then she sighs.

  "It's Lyric."

  Her name was Lyric, and she was the sweetest melody. Fuck! I take a deep breath as she places her hand on my chest.

  I sigh before conceding, "Thank you for saving me."

  "See, was that so difficult? Had you done it earlier I wouldn't have called you all those names and told you to fuck off."

  "I'm sure."

  She giggles and it sounds like honey to a bee.

  I have no idea what I just said...it sounded like music to my ears.

  I didn't want to ruin the mood, but I needed to know. I shifted again.

  "Tell me what happened."

  A shudder racked her body and I put my arm over her to calm her down.

  "I-I don't know, one minute I was cleaning tables and the next they were surrounding me. He was so threatening. He said he would...would hurt me. I was so scared he was going to; nobody was there to help me until your brothers came. I can't go back! I won't. He called me the Aces whore."

  I had to clench my fist several times to dissipate my growing rage. She was no whore and she didn't deserve to be threatened by that crackhead lunatic. I don't care what Jackal says, if it's a war he wants it'll be a war he fucking gets!

  I sigh as she is silent again. "Still awake?" She nods her head and traces circles on my chest. She's getting dangerously close to my piercings and I might shoot up like a fire hose on full blast and her leg would feel it instantly. I already watched her masturbate and moan my name. It sounded so delicious too. I can't think about that either.

  She brushes against one and I gasp.

  "Sorry."

  "It's okay it's just an erogenous zone."

  Why did I just say that?!

  She chuckles and places her hand on her own hip. For some strange reason, I miss the heat of her finger circling my chest, temptingly teasing me as she twirls her thoughts and emotions all over me.

  "Can I ask you something?" She interrupts my daydreaming.

  "Shoot."

  "What do you have against love?"

  I scoff, "Love never did me any good, it's a weak emotion, for suckers and saps. It's unnecessary."

  "You don't love anyone, what about your mom or dad?"

  "I didn't know the bastard but yes, I did love my mother but she's dead now and she died from love. Her heartbreak killed her. I have no use for love."

  I grunt to hopefully end the conversation and it seemed to work as she calmed down and then I heard her snoring quietly.

  Thank goodness. I tilted my head down to meet the top of her head and drifted off.

  THE AFTERMATH

  CUPID

  Digi texted all of us the gruesome details this morning. They tied and gagged Dave to his office chair. Johnny used a suppressor to shoot him fo
ur times, two to the kneecaps, heart, and head. I lost it and went into my closet and punched the wall several times which was a mistake because it was concrete not drywall, but it was too late. I was in rapid succession until I could process the graphic details. Probably not the smartest idea but I didn't want to startle her.

  I hear her groan; I hope I didn't wake her but now I have to tell her.

  I walk toward the bathroom and see her touching her face, it probably hurts. I grab the aspirin and a glass of water and hand it to her. She keeps her eyes closed and I figure it must be the sun, so I shut the curtains and she audibly sighs.