Levi

Royal Road’s Haunted Carnival took on a whole new vibe once the sun set. Purple lights twinkled and strobes beat to Halloween sound effects of screams and screeching. The Ferris wheel was lit up. Two motorcycles roared as they flipped in the cage. A zombie Elvis ran around with a chainsaw, I hoped wasn’t real. Smoke machines kept the outdoors coated in a creepy fog, but I went to the bar for a drink.

Inside it was pretty much the same Halloween party as always. Memphis inspected the strippers’ killer clown costumes. Mainly their faces were painted, and they didn’t wear much else but a few strategically placed pom poms. Though Leo had on the big clown shoes. Louise, short for Louisiana was laid out on the buffet, candy covering her naked body. She volunteered every year. Where the pool table had been, they’d set up a pit for Jell-O wrestling. Guess since they were using green Jell-O and called it slime wrestling, that was Halloweeny enough.

The crowd was in costume as usual, but this Halloween the bikers were too. Opry was a full-on cowboy, no surprise there. Gunn and Cricket our guards dressed as police officers but in retro uniforms with fake mustaches. Pagan had on a red robe and slippers. I had to ask him who he was.

“Hugh Hefner,” he said, showing me the bunny stuffed animal he cradled.

“With a beard?”

He scratched his untamed one. “If he was still alive, he’d probably have grown one by now.”

“Riff sat at the bar in a top hat sort of like we gave Kingpin, but he was in a suit.”

“Who are you supposed to be?”

He held an empty shot glass up to his eye. “The Monopoly man.”

“Where’s that nurse, Mary?” The one he said he’d be bringing to the party.

“She’s helping Cece get dressed. Getting ready to meet her over under the tent. Watch that act of Maren’s. We’ll all be horny after it.”

Paisley poured drinks as a fortune teller. Donning a long black wig, she’d gone all out in layers of colorful silk. She’d set the bar up like a séance, complete with a crystal ball and tarot cards.

“It’s no fair you’re not dressing up,” she complained about me.

I’d gone home for a moment, washed my face and brushed my teeth, and that was all. I started to tell her to fuck off, but I thought better of it. In my cut, I stuck out like a sore thumb amongst my brothers. If the Gods did ambush us, I’d be an easy target.

“What would you suggest?”

“Let me think.” Paisley held out her hand. “Let me read your palm.”

“Pour me some whiskey first.”

I played along and gave her my hand. Leaning over the bar, her breasts splayed onto the wood. It was a sight I used to love. But now all I could think of was Maren and what I planned to do to her if I got the chance tonight. Hopefully all this worry was for nothing. At least my brothers would be ready tomorrow if our enemies truly held off.

Running her fingers over it, tracing the lines, the whore studied my hand. It tickled.

“Hold still,” she rumbled.

Her face screwed up.

“What does it say?”

“You’re not going to be here much longer,” Paisley announced, her eyes wide like it shocked her.

“Bull shit.” I took my hand back. “Stop fucking with me.”

“No, I’m serious.” She shrugged. “You’ll be gone tomorrow.”

Chills ran over me, but I ignored them. I didn’t believe in this spooky shit.

“I’ll miss you.”

“How about my costume?”

Paisley took off her purple sash and held it out to me. “Take off your shirt, vest, and that cap. Your jeans will have to do. Tie this around your waist” She rummaged under the bar. “An old man left this,” she said, handing me an eye patch. “You’re a pirate.”

Groaning, I handed her my cut to keep behind the bar. Then I unbuttoned my flannel and took off my cap. Placing the eye patch on I felt absurd, but not as much so as I tied the scarf around my belt. I downed the whiskey and turned to leave.

“You’re welcome,” Paisley shouted after me.

“I’ll thank you tomorrow,” I shouted back. I didn’t want to be late for Maren’s show.

“You won’t be here,” Paisley yelled back.

Under the big top, the show had already begun, but just barely. Maren was just as beautiful as when I left her. The spotlight on her, she twinkled in the limelight. Her hoop had multiplied, and she swung between three swings. When she did, her ass showed as much as her tits bounced. Though I should be freezing, I was hot with anger. I didn’t like all the eyes on her body.

I sat in the back looking ridiculous, hoping no one saw me.

Kingpin had a front row seat on his throne, his top hat on the woman in his lap. His pregnant Ol’ Lady, Sky’s belly paint had barely survived the party, the Jack-o-Lantern had half melted off.

I spotted Eve who refused to perform in a corner. Dressed in all black, she wore big black wings that looked way too big for her. Some women from the Eagle’s Nest sat with her, a devil and a sexy firefighter. I’m sure I’d know them if I were to get closer. Maybe Connie and Allie?

Her ex, Hallow was across the room in a couple’s costume with his ex, Steph. I knew the bitch well. She liked to ride motorcycles and smoke cigars. They were a Greek duo in togas.

Thorn sat with him dressed like a punk with his head actually shaved into a mohawk. No, with the big chains, I decided he was Mr. T. Beside him sat Villain dressed as Homelander, an evil superhero. It was fitting.

Irish hugged up on Cece. The Irishman was a pot of gold, and she was the rainbow. Fucking hilarious. If we had a contest they’d win. They had her new guide dog with them though, oddly dressed like a cheerleader that just didn’t fit with their theme.

Riff sat beside the nurse he was after. She dressed just like an Amish girl, but sexy, a split up her skirt. The girl looked so old fashioned she really pulled it off. And that answered our questions about her.

Sweet Tea put her sexiness to shame, as Jessica Rabbit complete with ears. And I thought all the whores would be scary clowns tonight. I guess it was just the strippers.

Horror came as Gomez Adams and his girl Tonya, a corpse bride. Looked like there’d been some miscommunication. However, there wasn’t a happier looking couple.

Cousin sat in two seats in an inflatable Stay Puft Marshmallow Man and whoever he was seeing was a lady Ghostbuster.

Payday, who I hadn’t seen in a while came as a skeleton. His girl came as Carrie, from the movie, the prom queen, blood-soaked version.

Buzzard, Cue-ball, and Eight-ball and most of the older bikers took a page from Kingpin’s book and didn’t dress up at all. Fuck. Amongst them, I spotted the oldest of them all.

They broke out Satan from the nursing home for the celebration. Our ex-VP was going on one-hundred-years-old and didn’t need to be here. Still in his hospital gown and slippers, he wore his old cut.

I slouched as a crude pirate, trying to watch Maren’s show, but a whisper came from beside me.

“Nice outfit, Leviathan.”

I looked over to get a shock, saw Holy and his girl Hazel, a priest, and his sexy nun. He held her neck by a rosary like she was his pet.

“What are you two doing here?” They were from the Charleston, West Virginia Chapter of the Royal Bastards MC.

“Fuck, we love Halloween.”

That was all the explanation needed. Royal Road’s party was known far and wide.

“We’re not the only ones,” Hazel peeped, but Holy yanked the necklace shutting her up.

Winking, he wasn’t hiding nothing, just having some fun with his Ol’ Lady.

“Yeah, it’s not just us. More of us in costume. Opry sent an invite to the whole club,” he said. “Said this was a surprise to cheer up your Prez.”

Leaning sideways, I told him of the danger tonight.

Holy ran his hand up Hazel’s thigh to show off the gun holstered there.

“We’ll be ready at the first whiff of trouble. Love to kill me some Gods tonight. I’ll be sure to let the others know.”

Holy pointed out the other Royal Bastards he’d spoken to, but I didn’t recognize right away because they were in costume like most of the large crowd.

It was no surprise the Memphis, Tennessee Chapter was here. Their Prez, Reign, a skeleton undertaker sat in the front behind Kingpin. His Enforcer, Country made as good a cowboy as our Opry did. Malice, Sergeant of Arms for that bunch pulled off Heath Ledger’s Joker like no one’s business.

Sitting with them were boys from Cleveland. Ghoul, their Prez came as Jason Voorhees. His Sergeant at Arms, Wiley made a great werewolf. Sleeper, wearing a pink tutu that about matched Maren’s black one must’ve lost a bet tonight.

The Prez of Los Angeles, Capone, and his Ol’ Lady, Danyella sat beside Kingpin’s throne, dressed as a mafia prince and a dark queen. They motioned to Bear, their Sergeant at Arms, dressed as Zorro and a woman with him, Snow White while they stood at the tent’s entrance searching for a seat.

All the way from Tonopah, Nevada’s Chapter, their Prez had come, too. The Grim Reaper with his Ol’ Lady, Trish, a sexy witch with a pointed black hat sat on the other side of my Prez. Beside them were Rael, their Sergeant at Arms, in black and white skull makeup as always and his Ol’ Lady, Nylah who was pregnant like our Prez’s Ol’ Lady. That made her an even sexier, naughty nurse.

I sat up when the music changed to one of suspense. Maren balanced on one leg. Leaning back, her foot picked up a bow and held it in the air, showing it off as if she was a magician. Then she rolled back onto the swing, freeing both legs. With the other foot, she had a flaming arrow. Other performers joined her on stage. They twirled hoops of fire and threw flaming batons in the air while the suspense built. Maren aimed at a target. Using only her legs she shot the arrow across the stage, hitting the bullseye. The target went up in flames, but instantly disappeared. So did Maren in a puff of smoke. The crowd thundered. We stood and kept our applause. More than that, the bikers who all had a beer or a drink smashed their glass, celebrating.

Opry picked up a mic and announced from the floor. “The real Halloween party has begun. Enjoy our Haunted Carnival everyone.”

Maren walked back on stage and took her bow. Someone threw flowers, and she caught them. Opry, that fucker. Hugging them to her face, she smiled big as she left the stage.

Before I left, I went and said hello to Payday.

“You using these?” I asked his girl dressed as Carrie about her prom flowers.

“No. Are you fixin to give them to the star of this show?” She guessed.

I nodded.

“Take them,” she said.

Armed with a dozen white roses dripping in fake blood, I hurried to the haunted funhouse. I got there just in time to see Maren go inside. I stepped up and pulled the chain across the door so no one else would join us.

Inside I shouted for her, “Marco.”

Her voice echoed, “Polo.”

I followed her laugh through the maze of frightening figures. The jump scares didn’t faze me. I found her in the hall of mirrors. Hundreds of her. Still in her sad clown make up and tutu, she was so fucking hot. I reached for her just to miss an illusion. Holding out my hands, I waited for Maren to come to me. Soon, the real Maren grabbed my arms.

“This room is freaky,” she said, staring up at me. “And you’re a pirate.” She laughed at me.

“I’m here for the booty,” I joked.

“Well, I did say I’d do anything if you worked that dunk tank.”

“All I want is you.”

“Are these for me?” Maren asked.

Marveling at her, I’d forgotten about the bouquet in my other hand. I handed them to her.

“Very frightening. I love them.”

“I didn’t get them. I’m not thoughtful like that. But you deserved something.”

“You’re all I want,” she told me, dropping the flowers to the floor.

I bent to take her lips, tasting the bitterness of her black lipstick. But Maren was all sweetness as she clutched my shoulders. Standing on her talented toes, she returned my kiss like I’d expected her to before, full of passion, opening her mouth wide to let me enter. My tongue couldn’t dip deep enough within her. I wanted to devour her. Seizing her cheek, I deepened our kiss. I found Maren’s tongue in my mouth as enigmatic and breathtaking as her.

Draping my arms around her, if I could absorb her, she wouldn’t be close enough. Her skin against mine, a drug I’d become addicted to, I drew her against my erection hard. My hands went everywhere, seeming to feel her all over at once.

Under the emotion of our embrace, Maren practically fainted into my strong arms. I held her limp body until I couldn’t wait any longer.

I took her to the floor. Laying her down, I covered her with my flesh.

But she barely moved.

Fuck, she’d really passed out.

The room spun as I worried. As nimbly as I’d tied her corset, I undid it as quickly as I could. I tore it away. I thought I’d have to do CPR, but Maren sucked in a deep breath.

“I thought that only happened in the movies,” she choked out. “You really took my breath away.”

Relieved, I was also confused, and for a split second, I thought she’d died. I died for that split second as well. Gut wrenching, I never wanted to experience it again.

“I guess in the heat of the moment, I let you tie this corset too tight. I made it through the show but kissing like that had been too much.”

“This was my fault?”

“I just need a moment,” Maren said, breathing deeply.

On my elbow, I laid on my side beside her stroking her bare chest. She wore the silver pasties, but I planned to remove them as soon as she recovered. In nothing but them and the tutu, I understood I’d come looking for a booty call, but Maren was pure treasure.

Glaring at our reflection, I realized I still wore an eye patch. I took it off and flung it. A million versions of us surrounded me. Glancing up, we hung overhead as well. We looked alright together and what was more, we felt right.

Picking up her hand, I kissed it. “I’ve got a confession. I’ve thought all day you might betray me and call the Gods tonight to come kill us.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Memphis said this whole carnival was your idea, and it got the wheels in my head spinning.”

“It wasn’t. Opry came to me.”

“I knew I shouldn’t believe her. But there’s another reason. I planned to betray you and have you call them tonight.”

Now Maren was perplexed.

“I know I told you to tell the Asphalt Gods you’d alert them tomorrow, but I was afraid you’d catch me unaware. I planned to scare you tonight and have you call them. But I never planned on hurting you.”

“You were going to try and kill me?”

“Not actually.”

“What did you think would happen to me when they came? One side would kill me,” Maren said with a frown.

“I don’t know what I thought when I made the plan, but I know now, I don’t want to lose you. Maren, I want you to stay with me. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise. I want us, what we have, to be real.”

Maren smiled and ran a finger along my jaw and that was all it took.

I dipped down to savor her lips again. With my eyes sideways, so I could watch in the mirror, my hand tugged the pasties off one by one. Without ending our kiss, I felt beneath her tutu and got my fingers in her thong. Yanking, I wrenched the fabric away completely.

Maren lay beneath me in just her black tutu and jewels. I petted the soft flesh between her thighs.

“Stop teasing me, Levi,” she said into our kiss.

I dipped my fingers in her snatch and found her wet and ready. Maren went for my pants to unzip me, but the damn sash was in the way. She untied it instead. Pulling off the silk, she put it around my neck and tugged me back into a kiss.

As our mouths fought to know each other finally, I took care of my pants. I freed my erection and positioned myself between her knees. Spreading her legs wide, I butted my cock up against her juicy pussy. Knowing we’d worked her up to be able to really enjoy my size gave me such joy as I rocked my hips and stamped inside her.

Maren broke our kiss, calling out, the size of my dick still surprising her.

I stilled in her. “Say you belong to me, Treasure.”

“What did you call me?” She laughed.

“You’re my treasure. I’ve been looking for you all my life. I just didn’t know it.”

Maren beamed. “I’m yours, Levi. I’ve belonged to you since that first night I met you. Even if I thought you were a monster then.”

“So, you’ll stay here with me? Be my Ol’ Lady someday.”

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Eventually.”

“I will, eventually.”

“That settles it then. You’re getting tattooed tonight. My property patch right over this pussy of mine.”

“What about your wife? You’ll have to promise to divorce her if I’m going to wear your brand on me.”

“I will. Right away,” I assured her. “How else are we going to get married. And tomorrow, you’ll have to be off the property. I won’t let anyone hurt you during the fight.”

“Alright, what if your club finds out about me? What will you do then?”

“You’re mine. You come first,” I vowed with all my heart.

Maren bit both her lips. “I’m so happy I’m going to cry.”

“Don’t cry. I’m not done fucking you.”

“Fuck me you big monster.”

Attacking her, I rammed my dick into her tight twat, but this time, we kissed with all the love we felt for one another as our bodies moved.

As I pulled away, I wanted to tell her everything I felt. Maren had captured my heart. “I love you, my treasure.”

“I love you too, my big monster.”

My face hanging over hers, I fucked her at breakneck speed. I wasn’t even tempted to look in the funhouse mirrors, Maren’s painted face twisting in sheer delight was all that I needed.

Recovering on the floor, Maren’s tiny frame laid completely on my large body. I did look in the glass marveling at her fine ass. Running my hand down her back, I stuck my finger in her ass crack.

“Don’t you dare. I said no butt stuff tonight.”

“How about tomorrow? You’ve not let me yet.”

“If we survive this, I’ll do anything,” she said.

Although I wanted her again, Maren suggested we dress and go find our tattoo artist, Blitz, to give her a nice tiny property patch above her snatch. I thought I’d spied him here dressed like a vampire.

“I’m never going to dance bottomless anyway,” she remarked as she pulled on her thong.

“Fuck, you’re not going to wear that on stage if you’re mine.”

Maren punched me as I zipped my pants. It was the only stitch of clothes I wore out here and without her on top of me, I was nearly freezing.

“What do you mean if?” she asked with attitude.

I took her into my arms. “You are mine, treasure. Always.”

“No matter what happens after we leave this funhouse?”

“Yes. Don’t you trust me?”

“I do. It’s just,” she started.

“What are you worried about?”

“I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling. No, I have to be honest.”

“What’s this about?” What was she lying about?

“You know how I told you about the ghosts?”

I didn’t say anything. Yeah, I heard her speak about seeing things and hearing voices before. It made me worry for her.

“Well, one of them is warning me not to go outside.”

“Like right now?” I asked her. Fuck, I loved her, but this was crazy talk. It reminded me of Paisley reading my palm, trying to tell me I wouldn’t be here tomorrow.

Maren nodded. Unlike Paisley, she appeared frightened.

“As long as you didn’t betray me there’s nothing to worry about,” I said, guiding her through the maze to the outside.

“I didn’t,” she assured me.

“Then nothing bad is going to happen to us.”

I kissed her forehead.

Stepping out into the dark, I regretted my words because Killer stood in front of us. I’d recognize the leader of my adversaries anywhere with his long gray braid down his back and beard to match.

He held my daughter, Haven by the neck.