KISS MY ASS: The Damned Crew Book 1 Page 7

  “Hey, pretty lady.” Following the voice, I notice the bouncer at the door from last night.

  “Hey!”

  “Where’s Mel?”

  “I’m not her fucking keeper.” I don't want to be standing here talking to him.

  “Wow, being a bitch much?”

  “You gonna let me in or what, asshole?” Breath, Reika. If he turns you away, you’re screwed.

  “Shit! Sorry man, crap day and all that. I kinda turn into an asshole.”

  “Yeah, I get it. No worries.” He is looking at me, like someone would look at a caged wild animal.

  “Thanks, dude”.

  Inside is quieter, not as many people and the music isn’t trying to blow my ear drums. Scanning the club, I'm looking for signs of the people from outside. Heading to the bar to grab a beer, I notice there are different people working. Ordering a jack and coke I start my walk round. I dodge creeps that try to catch my attention and get halfway around when booming laughter and squeals catch my attention. Following the sound, I find who I am looking for, with a woman pressed up against the pool table. Neither of them have a clue that I was standing watching them, along with a couple of other people.

  “Can you play?” Shit, I never heard anyone approach.

  “Yeah, can you?” Shit, stooge 3 is standing on my right watching the couple like I am.

  “Let’s play.”

  “Maybe later. I need to have a word with fuck boy over there.”

  “Bonzo.”

  “Can’t you see I'm busy, man?” He looks at stooge 3 standing next to me and freezes. Stepping away from the woman he says, “Shit, sorry, man. I didn’t know you were here.”

  Who the hell are these guys?

  “Reika here wants a word.” How the fuck does he know my name?

  Bonzo looks me up and down, licking his lips.

  “Put your eyes back in your head, dude. You were all over my family last night.”

  “Don’t know what you're talking about. I was on my own here.”

  I growl. This fucker thinks he can bullshit his way out of seeing Mel. I don't think so. I move fast, grip his shirt and yank him, knocking the woman on her ass. I throw him up against the wall.

  “Reika.”

  “What the hell, Man?”

  Wriggling like a worm on a hook, he’s trying to get out from under my arm.

  “Listen up. You were all over Mel last night when I left. She hasn’t been seen since last night.” Stooge 3 and what’s his name look at me with confusion on their faces.

  “What do you mean?” Stooge 3 asks.

  I stare into the guy's eyes and ask, “Where the hell is she? You were the last one to see her.”

  He violently shakes his head. “I don't know, we got into it and she left. I don’t know where she is.” He either doesn’t know, or is one damn good liar. I apply more pressure.

  “You best not be bullshitting me. I have a habit of getting stabby when people lie.”

  “I’m not lying!”

  Dropping the fool on his ass, I look over at stooge 3.

  “What’s up, Stooge?”.

  “My name is Marcus, not Stooge!”.

  “Ok, what you staring at, Marcus?” Sarcasm drips from my voice, I'm in no mood to play.

  “That's the reason you came to see Kane?”

  “No shit, Sherlock. I fuck his car up. Then Mel disappears. What do you think?” Honestly, am I even speaking English?

  “We don’t have her. And you threatening one of the staff isn’t right.”

  “Yeah, well, what would you do? She’s family.” My emotions are in chaos. I don't know why I’m talking to him like a friend, but I feel comfortable with him.

  “You want a drink?”

  Marcus.

  Reika isn’t like I expected. Yeah, she is a badass on the outside. But talking to her, it’s obvious she is more than that. She has so much hate towards everything. But she’s broken. Anyone can see that if they are willing to look close enough. She’s laughing at something Cam has said, the shitbag came to talk to me about an issue at the front door and hasn’t left since. Watching him trying his damndest to flirt with Reika is funny. It’s like watching a bunny trying to make friends with a mountain lion. Kane’s interest in her worries me. He says he wants to own her. But his reaction to her dancing with another guy was more than that. He isn’t going to admit this to himself, but it is more of an obsession. He likes control in all things. The demons from our past have shaped us to the people we are today. He is volatile and easy to piss off. Something is pushing me to keep an eye on her. If he breaks her too much, she will never be the same again. My senses fire off. I should have known he would be watching.

  Kane.

  Standing here for the last four hours watching Marcus and Reika together has been pure torture. Watching Cam talk shit and her laughing has me grinding my teeth. I want to rip him away from her and take her to the office to teach her a fucking lesson. Have her on her knees begging me to fuck her. Marcus just watches like it’s the funniest thing he has ever seen. Fuck this shit. I storm over to their table. Cam is the first one to spot me, the colour drains from his face. Marcus has a smirk and Pretty Bird isn’t bothered by my sudden appearance.

  “We need to talk.”

  “No, we don’t. I’m having a good time now. Fuck off.” Oh, hell no.

  “Yeah, we do. Now, I’ll ask once more. Don’t try me, Pretty Bird.” She stands and throws a wink to Marcus and rounds the table.

  “I said no.”

  Bending down, I throw her over my shoulder and march for the office. She's turned wild trying to get out of my hold. Marcus is howling with laughter from the table.

  Pinning her to the wall, my knee in between her legs and hand on her throat, I can’t look away, seeing the defiant look in her eyes sends everything to my cock. Fuck me.

  “You fucked with my car.”

  “You deserved it, asshole,” she sneers. Damn, her eyes are beautiful. Kind of a smoky-grey color with a black ring around. Like storm clouds rolling in.

  “You fucking bought me like a piece of meat.” Should've paid more attention to what was happening. She punches me in the jaw. I stumble backwards.

  Fucking hell, she packs one hell of a punch. Looking at her with rage burning in her eyes and chest heaving, I can’t think straight. The deal, asshole. She knows. That’s why she fucked your car up.

  “Either I bought you or Alexander sold you to Andre.”

  “What the fuck? Why the fuck did he sell me anyway?” I can see the emotions running across her face: anger, betrayal, annoyance, confusion.

  “He borrowed money from me, saying the fight was an easy win.”

  “Yeah, I was supposed to lose, then Mason fucked himself over.” Rage shows itself on her face.

  “How?”

  “It doesn’t matter. I won’t be owned like a piece of property.”

  This is jumping to a whole other level. She is pissing me off with her attitude.

  “He sold you, to save his own ass.”

  “That’s not my fucking problem, asshole. I do not owe you anything,” she screams, taking a step closer.

  “You belong to me,” I roar, stepping into her personal space. The atmosphere is charged with all the emotions flaring between us. When is she going to get it through her head, I will not stop until she is mine.

  “Fuck you!! I belong to no-one.”

  Everything explodes, my lips are on hers. The kiss is brutal, our teeth are clashing together.

  Chapter Nine

  Reika

  This is insane. We are both fighting for dominance. I don’t know what's worse, that he kissed me first or that I'm kissing him back. He pushes me harder into the wall, his hands are everywhere, touching, teasing. A guttural moan slips out of my lips and Kane growls in return. He pushes his cock against my pussy. The pressure from my jeans rubbing on my clit is so fucking good. Kane traces patterns across the top of my boob, slowly making his way to my har
d nipple. “Fuuuuuck meeeeee.” The pain from the pressure sends a shot of heat straight between my legs.

  Tingling bites down the side of my neck sends my need into overdrive.

  “You like pain, Pretty Bird?” I was born out of pain.

  “This doesn’t mean I like you,” I mumble against his lips, which cause him to grind his cock harder. My body is burning like a wildfire.

  A rumble of a chuckle leaves his lips. God, this fucker is so cock sure of himself. He smirks as his fingers run down my stomach to the button on my jeans. With a flick it opens, slowly he unzips them.

  There's a challenge in his eyes. I don’t have to like him to fuck him. Placing my feet flat on the wall I push my hips forward, which makes him stumble and release me.

  “Chicken shit.” I smirk at his words.

  Silly, silly man. I stalk forward. “Chicken shit? I don’t think so.” I press forward. He hasn’t realized my steps are forcing him backward until he lands on the sofa. Straddling his hips, I grind my pussy onto him while running my tongue across his jaw. He shivers. I run my hands down his stomach and slip them under his T-shirt so I meet flesh. Dragging my nails across his abs, he throws his head back and moans. Fuck me, he’s ripped. Just feeling them has my pussy wet. Our lips meet and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite down. “Ah. Fucking hell.” His eyes are as black as midnight lost in lust.

  “What’s the matter, Kane?”

  “Say it again?”

  “What?” I lean my head to the side.

  “My name. Fuuuuuck.”

  “You want to fuck me, Kane?”

  A growl tears from his throat. Before I can react, he has me pinned on my back with a hand around my throat to keep me in place. I lift my head in challenge, so he adds more pressure.

  With a smirk I wiggle my hips side to side, taunting him.

  “What’s up? You forgot what to do?” I can’t help it, either he fucks me or I will find someone else.

  “Fuck you.”

  He pulls me up by my throat, then throws me forward, hand to the back of my neck. My jeans are ripped down to my knees. Without warning he slams into me. Oh my God, he’s fucking huge. My pussy is filled to the point of pain. It feels so damn good the sounds falling out of my mouth are deep. He pulls back and slams into me again. “You are made for me.”

  His thrusts need to be faster, I don’t want cozy shit. I leverage my forearms on the arm of the couch and slam my hips backward, which pulls a deeper moan out of his lips. I look over my shoulder to see him.

  “Fuck me like you mean it.” Slamming myself back on his cock is all he needs.

  He’s slamming into me with so much force the sofa is moving, but I don’t give a shit. I need more.

  “Yeeeees.” His grip on my hips is so painful, I fucking love it. I’m definitely going to have bruises tomorrow.

  “Say it,” he grunts while picking up speed which has me moving further over the arm so my clit is between me and the leather.

  “Fuck you.”

  Wrapping my hair around his hand, he pulls with so much force I am bent like a human pretzel. He is fucking me so hard I think he is trying to split me in two. My clit is rubbing against the leather, my body is alive. I’m building. I can feel it coming. His breathing is becoming harsher, his pace more frantic. He’s close. I feel it. This is primal, this is dangerous and I fucking love it. Pushing my hand between the sofa arm and my body I rub frantic circles against my clit, which causes my inner walls to clamp down around his cock.

  “Fuuuuuck me. Keep playing with yourself.”

  “Fuck me harder. I’m not going to break.”

  He slams into me so hard the sofa moves further across the floor. I slam my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust. Yanking me up by my hair he wraps his hands around my throat. Holy shit he’s everywhere. I’m so fucking close.

  Heat builds in my clit and roars outwards to all my limbs in my body, we are both dripping in sweat. I arch my back slightly, his grip tightens so I can take him at a deeper angle. It sends my orgasm building into new heights. My legs start to shake violently, then my stomach, until my whole body is one giant shaking thing. I clamp my pussy walls down harder which pushes us both over the edge. White lights burst out in front of my eyes. Everything is light. Tingles and aftershocks roar in my veins, keeping me in a state of bliss. Holy shit, another. Another orgasm rips throughout my body which tears a scream out of my throat which is joined by a distant roar.

  Falling forward, I feel a weight holding me in place. I try to get my breathing under control and bring movement back into my limbs. I wiggle my way out from under his body and throw my ass down onto the sofa. I look over at Kane who is leaning back with his arm thrown over his eyes. My eyes are drawn to his cock. Holy shit, his cock is huge. Grey sweats, that explains it. Pulling my underwear and jeans back into place, I can feel his cum running down my thighs.

  “Where do you think you're going?”

  “My ass is going home.” He best not start his macho bullshit now.

  “No, you're not. I want you here.”

  What the actual fuck? He thinks because we hate fucked he has a claim over me.

  “We fucked, Kane. That’s it. Don’t take that for anything else.” My tone is like ice.

  Before he realizes my ass is out the door heading to my truck. God! What a fucking asshole.

  Kane.

  She fucking left. What the fuck? Just walked her ass out like nothing had happened. How the fuck did she even manage it? My legs are still like jelly, and I have zero energy. I said before she was mine, but now she will not get away from me.

  “Why the fuck does it smell like a brothel in here?” Can’t I catch a goddamn break.

  “Fucking hell, man. Put your dick away.”

  “You got a problem with it, get the fuck out. It’s as simple as that.” I want her again. No-one else will touch her.

  “Heard you threw the girls out? I’m guessing you found someone else that took your fancy?”

  “Damn right he did. He went all caveman on her ass.” Kill me now.

  “Caveman?”

  “Yeah, Kane threw Reika over his shoulder and stormed off with her. She looked like a pissed off alley cat.”

  “You fucked our fighter? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  Honestly why the fuck is he so pissed off anyway, it isn’t like he wanted to fuck her.

  Fuck him and his high and mighty shit, he has been this way since we were kids.

  “What do you want?” Please tell me I can fuck some shit up.

  “Yeah, some fucker has burned down the lot next to headquarters.”.

  My sweats are pulled back into place and I'm out the door with an inferno burning in my veins. “Who was it?”

  “We don’t know but they fucked shit up. You think it was The Reaper getting revenge?” How the hell can he think that? She was with me, it isn’t like she could sneak off to torch stuff while we were fucking. “Don’t be a fucking idiot, Liam. She was here, so it wasn’t her.”

  “How do you know? She could have had this shit planned, Kane.”

  “Before she fucked Kane, she sat in the club with me for hours, trying to find out what Bonzo knew about Mel.” That explains why she was here for so long, but why didn’t she come to speak to me?

  “Because when you two are in the same room together, bad sit happens.” Can’t deny Marcus's way of thinking. Making my way to the lock up I say, “Gear up.” Every person close can hear the order. I will not let this shit slide. I can’t have bastards thinking they can steam roll me and get away with it. Time to make everyone remember who the fuck I am. There's me, Marcus and Liam with about 20 guys from the crew. The place is destroyed, nothing is left. All the furniture is burnt to a crisp. The cops aren’t likely to stop by, they know when it’s one of our buildings to leave it the fuck alone. It really does pay to have some dirty cops in your pocket. “Has anyone found anything yet?” A string of replies of ‘No Boss’, make my ears w
ant to bleed. Whoever has done this is starting a shitstorm for themselves.

  “Kane. You need to see this.” Following the voice, I find Liam at the end of the corridor which leads to the storeroom.

  “What?” I scan the area. Oh shit!

  Sprayed onto the wall is the tag for The Grimms. I should have known they were behind this.

  “What do you want to do, bro?” They have never come after us like this before. What is their reason?

  “Set up a face to face with De’Marco now.” There isn't anything I can do here now, so I head to HQ and see what I can dig up.

  About an hour later my brothers come into my office. “You get a hold of the little shit?”

  “De’Marco wants to meet in an hour. But he says you can only take one other person with you.”

  “Marcus, you will come with me.”

  “Why the fuck should he go with you? I’m your second for fuck’s sake.” Because, you hot headed twat, you're more likely to splatter his brains everywhere.

  “Because you need to set up a fight for Reika and start money rolling in.”

  “Whatever you say, boss.” Goddammit, he’s going to be an asshole for the rest of the day.

  Chapter Ten

  Kane

  Walking into the boathouse restaurant, my body tingles in warning. I don’t like this. The occupants aren’t the regular types you would find somewhere like this. Guess the one-man rule doesn’t apply to himself.

  “Are you Mr. Southbourne?” A blonde server asks.

  “I am! Where is De’Marco?” Like hell am I playing games with this clown.

  “Please, follow me.”