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Beggar
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“TELL ME YOUR NAME.” He asks again.
It's on the tip of my tongue to say it. But I can't, the words won't come. Instead I break out of his safety and say the only answer I can,
"Beggar, that's my name."
I don't look up. I can't bare it any more, the disappointment etched on his beautifully scarred face will no doubt undo me.
“You keep lying to me Beauty. Fuck, how am I suppose to protect you, keep you safe.” He hits the wall behind me and I jump from the impact.
“When I don’t even know your name.”
His eyes shine with disappointment and hurt, my heart splinting. “I'm leaving, I'm being deployed and I don't know if I'm coming back, and I don't wanna die without even knowing your name. I don't wanna leave without knowing you safe, please I'm begging you.” His pleading with me makes it harder to refuse. Why, why does he want the one thing I can't give him. The one thing that will surely shatter his world.
Silent tears leak down my cheek, my throat clogging, it hurts, but nothing like my chest, “I'm glad I got on the back of your bike that night Zero, and I'm even more glad that you spent the night in my bed. But you gotta let this go, you do protect me, when I'm in your arms I feel most protected, but spilling blood for me is not the answer. I can't tell you my name because I'm not her anymore, she wasn't someone I was proud of. She died a long time ago.”
His face hardens, “I just want to know your name. Just one thing.”
He pushes past me, I wanna stop him, I wanna run after him, my mind is screaming to me, telling me to go after him, tell him the truth. But you know what they say, you tell so many lies that eventually they start becoming real. All those lies become truths, until you don't know where the lie even started.
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I'M DUSTING UP THE bar area, all the guys and girls have left apart from Killer, Aron and I.
I wanted to stayed behind with Aron to wait for Kylie Bray. It's my first time meeting the girl who got the VP wrapped around her pinky. Killer warned me she could be a trouble maker but I'm curious.
More so when I heard Vincent has a thing for her. Aren't they related?
“Aron, get your behind downstairs now. We gotta make tracks.” The loud twang accompanying the clapping heels coming from the front door perks me up. No greeting or pleasantries. She walks in like she own the place.
Her red snake skin heels is the first thing I see of hers as she turns the corner to where I am. She startles when she spots me, but no unfamiliar surprise. Someone must've told her about me. I take in her shiny, naked legs and the blue sundress she has on that stops by the top of her thighs.
Her long legs make up the small distance between us already extending her hand to me before she even gets here. I wipe my own on the denim shorts Chadley said was part of the uniform when we had other Chapters around.
“The name’s Kylie Bray sugar, you lookin’ mighty fine in those cut offs.” My mouth gaps at her bluntness.
The amused twinkle on her stunning face and slight smirk is not something I've seen on a girl before. Which is why I'm standing there speechless. She has this silent confidence that screams rich and privileged. Why she's talking to me? I doubt she'll give me the time of day if she met me on the street begging for her scraps. But she's Killers sister and Storm’s girl. And that's enough for me.
“Beggar. You want something to drink?” I'm aware that Kylie is three years younger than me, so offering her alcohol is against the rules unless I'm told other-wise. I'm also aware that I look at least five to six years older than her when I'm barely three.
“I can get it myself.” She chirps but makes even that annoying sound, cool. Kylie Bray is something else.
She tilted her head to the side the same as Aron likes to do. He’s in Killers room playing PlayStation with his uncle.
The thought makes me smile and has Kylie giving me speculative look, “So what's your story Beggar, besides the fact that you were a beggar and shacking up with my heartless jackass friend Zero, and don't deny it.”
The all knowing glance that she gives me from across the bar while I dry the glasses makes me want to laugh. She's so young and carefree, something I've never had a chance to be.
“Not much to tell.” I say as I put the dry glass on the tray in front of me and grab another.
“Or plenty to tell, and I just don't trust you Kylie, well not yet anyway.” She answers back with an arch of her brow before standing up from the bar stool she was sitting on.
“Not much to tell, you already know I’ve lived on the streets my whole life. I'm twenty one and shacking up is not the word for what Zero and I are doing . He sleeps in my bed.”
“Right.” She drags out. Kylie is taller than me by a good couple inches. Her body is lean and toned, that would look just as nice encased in black jeans and a bright yellow vest with a catch phrase, ‘Pleeeease let it knock you,’ as the short blue number she's wearing.
Her make-up free face breaks in to a big smile, “So, wanna join me for lunch Beggar, say two weeks time?”
“You wanna have lunch with me?”
She looks affronted by whatever she sees on my face and loses some of that smile. “Well I wouldn't ask if I didn't, sheesh woman.” She snaps.
I think it over, as she mumbles something like, ‘what's there to think about.’
I'm not a hundred percent certain I’ll be here, but I nod with a small smile of my own.
“Great, I’ll see myself out once Aron gets his ass in my car.” She says this while pulling a soda pop from the fridge next to me.
“What should I tell Storm.” I ask.
Her response is a tinge of red marking her cheeks, “Nothing he doesn't already know.” She winks at me with a salute before she walks off. I watch her go, shoulders back, feet sure and brisk. Will I ever be able to do that. The thought is absurd and dumb, I'm never going to. I skipped feminism the day I was born. I'm just a beggar.
With that thought I get back to my job of clearing the bar, my first paying job. I'm thankful to The Satan Snipers that I'm not sleeping on the streets and I’m a long way from Washington. I would never allow the Famiglia to claim me. I couldn't. I wouldn't force my family into a war. Which is why I can't let The Satan Snipers help me too. My new start just has to wait another time.
The club hasn't made a decision on what they plan on doing. Rounder told me that whatever they decide I’ll be safe. What he doesn't know, is that as long as Lucca breathes I will never be safe.
My day passes without a word from Zero and it's the first time I'm left alone in this big farm house. I spend my day cleaning, vacuuming the carpets and wiping the floors. Anything to get my mind to quieten.
A setting sun and still no sign of anyone besides Killer who got a call and left hours ago. I head up to my room.
Kylie and Aron are probably back in New York by now. She gave me her number to give her a call if I was ever in Washington again.
A few days ago I would have laughed about that happening. No way was I setting foot in that place.
Now I'm laughing because ain't I the poster girl for shit luck. I shake my head as I look at my leather bag ducking partially under the bed. I bend down, pick it up and throw it on top.
My night comes to show its haunting presence, reminding me of my limited time with Zero.
He hasn't called and I don't blame him. He asked me for one thing, and it's a basic question to some, but I'm not just some.
A part of me wants to curl up in a ball and cry for hurting a man that I hardly know, but yet has come to mean so much to me it's confusing at the same time amazing. A man that saves me a little each day.
Another part of me wants to curse him and hurt him for asking for the one thing I’ll never be able to give him. But the rest of me, the hardened pieces, the dead soul that is my making owns me. Contrary to what the club thinks, I'm not a damsel in distress. I just have bad dreams and a monster that won't leave me alone. I am a survivor. The evidence is in the black leather zipped bag that sits on my bed in front of me. I don't open it, not yet but soon.
It's hours later when the bikers get back. I hear the rumbles just as I'm jumping into the bath tub of scalding water. My head goes back to rest against the soft bath pillow, eyes close and I relax.
“You look like a mans wet dream, did you miss me Beauty.” I jump at the sound of his grunting voice, the water splashing on the floor and a bit on to Zero's shoes. Shiny shoes. Formal shoes. My eyes do a slow and very thorough perusal of his body. He looks like my wet dream and it's no hardship when I say, “Yes.”.
The black suit he has on is sculpted to his big frame. His thighs fill out the slacks as he steps closer to me and sits on the corner of the bath tub.
I want to ask him a million questions and demand a billion answers but instead I get up and let the water drip off my naked flesh as I sit on the tub mimicking his pose except my feet stay in the water.
“I missed you a lot,” I’m sitting naked on the edge of the tub, perfectly entwined with his suit covered body.
“Then why are you sitting all the way over there, come show me how much you missed me.”
My brass leaves me, as I slowly twist into him, my mouth closer to his lips, and kiss him, it’s a peck, a test. I can't believe he is here, in the bathroom, with such hunger in his eyes after everything. He grips my left hip, and it's a dirty reminder that my body is wet and naked against his hands, that are rough and big. Trailing his fingers down my wet thigh, until he reaches the back of my knee, he slips his hand between my thighs, fast, until he cups my pussy. I gasp at the different feeling in his touch, I knew Zero is a man of action, but not like this.
Zero slips his hand and then arm under my pussy, until his arm is lodged in the crack of my ass, all the while looking at my face. His eyes burning me, as he lifts my body, with his one arm. Instinctively I wrap my legs around him, then he’s kissing me. His mouth is angry, hungry, his hands rubbing my ass harshly, that it pains, but such a sexy kind of pain.
I hear his zipper in the back of my mind, then his cock is plunging into me. I scream, it burns, it's throbbing, his grip on my ass, the sting of his teeth in the crevice of my neck. This is too much.
He pounds into me, hard, my body jerking on him, my naked breast smacking his suit covered chest. He lifts me up, his dick still hot and pulsing, as he carries me to the bathroom wall. When my back hits the wall, I feel him deep in my womb as he plunges into me. He opens the door of the bathroom leading me to the bed that he flings me on. He grabs my legs, flipping me over. My heart is thumping, my pussy throbbing, ass in the air, he rubs his dick around my pussy opening and plunges in. He's not gentle, Zero is rough, and oh so lovely. He’s relentless, there's no sweet caresses, no tit groping, just hands on my hips, cold fucking.
This morning I told him I wanted to know what it is to be with him, I told him I wanted him to show me, show me why I shouldn't give him up. He warned me that he’ll consume me and I was too stubborn to listen. With each slap of his balls to my butt and each grunt he makes, I'm so glad I didn't.
The swell of his cock tightens my walls as he plants his seed right in my womb.
His eyes are half mast when he takes his head out from the crook of my neck. It's then I feel the slight sting and a trickle.
“We didn't wrap.”
“What.” He still has his sex voice, but there's something in it that is ringing warning bells, but I'm too sated to clear my head, so I reply, “we didn't wrap.”
His eyes lock on me, his jaw clenches, and just like the first time he over powered me, he does it again, my hands above my head, legs opened. The only difference is the cold metal digging into my wrist.
I'm on my back, naked on the bed, his cum dripping from between my legs that are splayed open.
“You think you so clever, Amariya Demarco, you thought I wouldn't find out. I was just a fucking means to an end right? Did you enjoy yourself? Was messing with my mind, pretending to be some messed up broken damsel when really you nothing but a fucked up bitch a game to you?.” My eyes widen at the mention of my name, and I struggle to get him off me.
His cold green eyes freeze me in place as his hand pulls on the small chain between the cuffs. It's in these seconds that I know It's over. The feelings Zero has for me dies as I stare into his eyes. The betrayal I see in them suffocates me, the disappointment that flashes in his gaze prepares me, and the anger, his anger just breaks me.
“My past is my past, I did what I had, to survive. I never claimed to be a damsel. Let me go and I’ll leave.”
He glares at me, pushing his suit covered body off me and slips on his pants. I scramble up, until my back hits the headboard, my knees to my chest and my bound hands to my toes. I have no hair to cover me because it's tied to the top of my head.
Once his pants is on, he pulls out a paper and marches back to me. I don't need to look at the paper to know what it is. So I recite it.
“Name: Amariya Demarco
Age: unknown
Date of birth: Unknown
Father: Castelo Demarco
Mother: Mariete Demarco
Spouses: None
Girls last whereabouts ? Deceased.
Causes: Unknown
Age of death: 16
Conclusion: Wanted for the murder of eleven victims. DNA was found at the scene of five crimes. Defendant is not deceased but now a Jane doe aka Beggar.
Wanted alive for 500000 cash. Contact Thorn Kade at A-List P.I.”
Zero crumbles up the paper and flings it across the wall. His fingers grip my jaw and he snarls, “So I was just the fuck you to my brother? You tried to kill him, and then what? Got angry cause he didn't die? Was almost getting Falon raped a set up.”
His hold on my jaw tightens and I'm scared. My time with Lucca taught me that when a man has made up his mind, there's no words that will change it. And as I stare into the enforcers eyes I know he has made up his mind. He is going to kill me.
The resolve in my eyes must be evident cause he makes his first and only mistake. He leaves the room. I spring into action with my hands cuffed. I grab my bag from under the bed unzip it and pull out the pliers. After a bare minute I'm out of the hand cuffs. My jeans from the bag is next as I slide it up my legs. My black tank top is slipped on next as I grab my leather hoody and my jacket. I zip up the bag with my boots inside and go to the bedroom window.
The door bursts open and Knight and Storm charge in. The darts from my leather jacket meet my fingers as they fly through the air getting both men. Knight in his neck and Storm on his arm. Storm manages a few more steps before he falls. Knight just drops.
I pull up the window as I grab my wall grippers from my bag. I attach them to my hands and climb out the window. Zero's angry face is the last thing I see before I go down the wall. My fall to the end is hard, and I twist my ankle but I know it's a matter of seconds before they open the door so I keep moving. A few bikers come out, and I have no choice but to put darts in them. I don't miss, I never miss. I barely make it to the gate before Texas grabs me from around the waist and throws me hard against the ground. The dart in my hand goes into his stomach. His hands wrap around my throat, sucking off my oxygen supply. I wheeze, pulling at his arms. It's a sufferable minute before he’s out. I only gave them a tranquilizer that will last for four hours. Deno slipped them into my bag.
My phone chimes letting me know my ride is here. I was hoping to leave quietly. Not like this. My vision goes to the bedroom window and I see the man that will always own the last shred of my humanity. I see the man that will always own the pieces of me. My back turns to him because I know that my story with Zero has ended. He will never forgive me, just like how I can never be sorry. I will kill his brother if I got the chance. I will finish what I started.
The gates open as the mass of Mercedes stop. Lucca and his men all pull out their guns stopping the bikers from coming any closer to me and for the first and only time I actually seek shelter from my monster.
I walk closer to Lucca, each step a journey closer to hell. His hazel eyes stay focus on the bikers until I am in touching distance. I watch as he signals his men. Jade and Falon run from the back. Jade hitting my shoulder.
I look up into my monsters eyes.
“Lucca.” I say as I die a thousand deaths.
He smiles and it's so cold, that I'm scared even hell would freeze if it looked into his soul.
“Welcome back wife.”
A Satan Snipers MC novelLA
Copyright © 2017 Shan R.K
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