Abel, p.13
Abel, page 13
I really need to give my wife those damn lessons soon. I down the rest of my whiskey and adjust my cock. Wonder if I could talk her into coming here one day. Definitely have to have that conversation with her.
“Hey!” Dragon comes back with a huge grin. “This place is awesome Doc!” The man just nods in thanks.
“Does Pinky know her pictures are all up and down the hallway?” Dragon asks. I laugh at the look of shock on his face.
“Of course, she teaches a dominatrix class once a month,” Doc informs him. Dragon’s eyes bug out.
“That explains so much.” He says under his breath.
I pour another two fingers of whiskey and answer him. “Indeed it does.”
25
SATAN
I’ve been locked in my office while a party goes on upstairs. I understand the need to unwind and to celebrate happy events but I need my solitude. I decided to go get a book to read. Exiting my room I’m met by loud music and the word “STRIP” being yelled. For fucks sake, I don’t need that mental image in my head.
As I walk into my library aka church, I round the table and head for the bookshelves. They line all the walls with four doors leading inside from the common room. Two suits of armor in between the doors facing each other. Both holding Morningstar maces. I go for my beloved wife's favorite book. It still smells like her after all this time.
That’s the thing about books. They can hold the magic of love and life in their pages. I sit in my chair just holding the book. Feeling the indentations left behind from her small fingers. I rub the area where her wedding ring clearly wore the spine of the book away. Lord, I miss her.
She was my everything since I was sixteen years old. High school sweethearts, married at eighteen. We waited until after I was discharged from the Army to start our family. Thirty years of blissful marriage to be widowed suddenly by a silent killer. A heart defect that was triggered by the abduction of our girls.
I reminisce of a happier time just staring at this massive work of art in front of me. I burned the MorningStar logo into this giant piece of redwood, turning it into our table. I remember how proud she was when the club took off. I sigh and smell the book again.
Since her death, I’ve modified our mission statement. Family first, will always be number one. But the world is not black and white. I lost those rose-colored glasses when I buried Dahlia and rescued my girls.
So for the past five years whenever we hear about girls gone missing, we do what law enforcement can’t. We get them back and if we are too late? Well, we make sure they never do it again. The club operates in the grey area. We have too much talent and training to stand by and watch while little girls and young women just disappear into thin air. Hopefully, we are doing her proud.
Cannibal started the Dahlia Initiative on the dark web as I way for anyone to contact us for help. We also funnel money he steals from those sick fucks to women's shelters around the US.
My phone chimes, breaking my moment. I place the book on the table and unlock the screen to a text from Abel.
“Trouble in Pinky’s room. Girls are in my office. Willy boy and Miss Skye are searching for something they aren’t gonna find. I locked them in.”
My blood pressure climbs. I log into the cameras and catch the motherfucker that violated my baby girl calling her Tesoro? Hell fucking no. She ain’t your motherfucking treasure asshole. I shot this fucker once. Clearly, I need to try again.
I walk out of Church and into the common room. It looks like glitter bombs went off in here. Chaos better clean this all up. Eagle is surrounded by bunnies rubbing on his naked chest. I shake my head at him heading across the room.
“Hey, Prez! Have a drink with us.” Bear hollers from what is clearly the dance floor tonight. I wave him off and then stumble into someone.
I grab the girl before she lands on her ass. Steading her and shifting her out of my way I hear a soft voice.
“I’m so sorry, I got you all wet.”
I look down into the most unique colored eyes I’ve ever seen. Silver-gray with a lavender center. Pitch black hair with purple highlights a few shades darker than her eyes. She’s only wearing nipple covers and white shorts. She’s one of Pinky’s girls then but she barely looks legal.
“Not an issue, it’ll dry.” I walk away and again she stops me with her words.
“Damn shame, you deserve to get a little wet.”
What the actual fuck. I turn to say her flirting is useless but she’s walking away. I’ll be damn if I don’t watch that little white tail all the way across the fucking common room to saddle up to Bear at the bar. When he grabs that sweet ass I take a step in his direction, a growl coming up my throat.
Shit, where did that come from? I shake myself and head back to Abel’s office. The girls are coming out, Pinky telling Dylan “Dad has it handled.”
“Evening girls. Enjoy your party.” I say passing by them.
“Daddy,” Dylan says. I stop and look back at them.
“Yes, sweet-pea?” We look at each other and I see how worried she is for me. It’s like Dahlia is looking at me.
“Come have cake when you’re done working.” I nod because I can’t say no to that simple request. I get my ass back in gear to Pinky’s room when I hear her whisper to Dylan.
“Did you just invite dad to sit in on your bachelorette party?” Dorian snickers.
“He’s lonely, maybe I’ll get him a lap dance,” Dylan says and they both giggle. Fuck do I look that desperate? It’s been five years of course I do. Maybe I can get silver eyes if they give me a choice.
I’m standing in front of Pinky’s door now. I pull up the security system and set the locks to release the doors in ten seconds. I pull my gun, check the clip. The door opens and I walk in, gun in hand. I raise it to Wilfredo’s face and smile.
“Willy boy, fancy meeting you here. Do me a favor and try to stay dead this time.” I say, squeezing the trigger.
26
ABEL
Doc and Cane stayed behind while Dragon and I headed home. Although I know he’s disappointed the night got cut short his eyes are still bright with the excitement he’s still feeling.
“That was fucking insane!”
He's still pumped from the experience. Wonder what them girls showed the fuck in that private room. I’m watching Satan’s progression to Pinky’s room. He gets sidetracked by a tiny little stripper. They have what looks like a rather intense interaction and then she walks off leaving Satan standing dumbfounded.
Huh, well that’s odd. He doesn’t look at women like that, EVER. The girl gets grabbed up by Bear and Satan looks to be even more furious than before. Interesting, I’ll have to pull on that thread later. He seems to come to his senses and turns back on course.
“Are you spying on your wife? Creep.” He laughs at me.
“Nope, my father-in-law actually,” I say smugly. “I know exactly where my wife is. She’s sitting in the common room with a stripper on her lap.” I glance up at him with a grin on my face.
“Lucky son of a bitch.” He smiles at me. He isn’t jealous, just genuinely happy for us.
When I look back at my phone I see Satan open Pinky’s door, point a gun at Willy, and shoot at him but the shot goes wide because Skye clocks him over the head with a bat.
“FUCK, drive faster!” I yell at Dragon.
I call Pinky but she doesn’t answer. I try Chaos next.
“YO, if you could see your wife right now…” I start barking orders.
“SATAN IS IN TROUBLE GET TO PINKY’S ROOM NOW!” I hang up and text Doc, “Need Medical, Satan is down.”
I look at Dragon “Move this fucking thing.”
Dylan
Dor had the girls teaching me how to do a lap dance for Abel. Not sure I can move my hips like that but damn it looked sexy as hell.
“Did you hear that?” Dorian asks a moment before she’s up and flying down the hall Dad went down a few minutes ago. I gently move the girl teaching me off my lap and stand when Chaos runs past us with a shotgun.
“Oh shit,” I say, following.
I run into Abel’s office and grab the vest and AR15 I left on his couch. Throwing the vest over my head I come back out and slowly walk to Pinky’s room. Pinky has Skye up on the wall with a blade at her throat. Chaos is pointing the shotgun at Willy’s chest. Dad’s on the ground unconscious.
I hear footsteps behind me and then my husband's voice.
“Well, that escalated quickly. How about I take this Dy, love. You go check on pops, ya?” He gently takes the AR15 from me and I sprint to dad. I fall to my knees and check for blood, then breathing.
“She just knocked him out so he wouldn’t kill me,” Willy says to us.
“That so?” Abel asks him.
“Don’t you have enough reasons to die by his hands already? Why add more? You aren’t going to find what you want here. No matter who you work for.” Willy’s eyes grow wide at that statement.
“Oh wait,” Abel continues. “You didn’t know that your partner Miss Santos over there used FBI servers to get in my system's backdoor? Exactly how long have you been an informant for the man?” I look at my husband in shock.
“Wait, are they fucking good or bad guys cause I’m too incredibly drunk to put your cryptic shit together Cannibal.” Chaos' question is valid as hell.
A hiss from Skye brings my attention back to my sister. “I’m sorry I had to lie to you,” she says to my sister. “Nothing personal.”
Dorian removes the blade, steps back, and drops her to the ground. “Yea, nothing personal. Just business right?” Dorian asks before she knocks her out cold with a right hook.
She whips around to Dragon. “Tie this bitch up and take her to HAVOC. And this time, strip her down to nothing. I want no surprises.” He nods, throws the woman over his shoulder, and leaves.
“So not good guys. Got it.” Chaos states.
“Remains to be seen.” Comes from my Dad.
“Oh thank god, you ok?” I am worried about him.
“Dizzy.” He’s sitting up as Doc runs into the room.
“EASY, I got ya.” He speaks to dad. I get out of the way and go to stand next to Abel. Dorian is staring at Willy and vice versa. Neither are blinking.
“Wow, that’s fucking intense I whisper.” Abel nods.
“Thin line between love and hate. Hope Pinky has a really good balance.” Cryptic indeed.
Satan is up and shoving Doc away.
“Pinky, finish this. Abel and Dylan get outta here for the night. Chaos go clean up all that fucking glitter. Someone bring me some ice for my head. I’ll be in my room.” He pushes past us.
“Well, you heard him,” Abel says.
Chaos hands the shotgun to Pinky and walks past us but Abel grabs his arm.
“Send the bunny with the purple hair down to Satan with that ice.” He slaps his back and Chaos leaves. Doc grumbles about non-compliant assholes while he passes us by.
“Ready to get outta here Dy?” My husband looks so proud of himself but I’m still so damn confused.
“What about Dorian and him?” I point at Willy.
They are still standing there, looking at each other. I feel like I’m an intruder in a very private moment. Willy is looking at her like she hung the moon and Dorian’s face is flushed but I’m not sure it’s from exertion.
“Dylan get out of here, I got this.” Dorian sounds like she's trying to convince herself. Abel takes my hand.
“You two have fun.” He says in parting.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask him.
“A new beginning.”
27
ABEL
The party is being cleaned up. Chaos is sweeping up a mountain of confetti and glitter. The bunnies are walking around with trash bags picking up various things like plates and cups. Eagle is sitting at the bar watching and Bear is passed out on a plate of cake next to him.
Cane is behind the bar, shirt unbuttoned pouring a whiskey. He raises it at me while we walk past.
“Staying here tonight?” I ask my brother. He nods as he finishes taking a swig.
“Mind if we borrow the truck? Not sure she can ride in this condition.” I motion to Dylan who is clinging to me with the cutest yawn on her face.
“Sorry, I’m ok.” She lies and I shake my head at how adorable she is.
“You are incredibly tired and more than a little drunk, love.” I hear keys jingle and look up in time to catch the keys Cane flings at me.
“Fill the tank and clean up after yourself.” The asshole knows me well. I give him a one-finger salute as I escort my wife to the truck parked outside.
“Really Abel,” big yawn “I’m fine.” She finishes as I lift her into the passenger's seat. I kiss her nose as I reach for the seatbelt.
“That mouth is looking really inviting love. You should close it before I feel the need to fill it.” I say on her lips. Her eyes have been mostly closed this whole time but they are wide open now. I chuckle at the instant heat my words cause her. She licks her lips.
“Filled with what?” She is still so damn innocent. It’s going to be my greatest pleasure in life to ruin her.
I back away and close her door. Walking around the back of the truck slowly so she has to wait longer. This is gonna be fun I think to myself as I open the driver’s side door. I grab the top of the hood and stand there a moment just looking at her.
Straight silky brown hair to her nipples. Bubblegum pink lips. Ocean Blue eyes. Shimmery gold dress clinging to her heaving chest. She’s shifting her legs together which brings the short dress up to her hips.
“Abel, I’m thirsty.” She states. Music to my ears.
“Are you Dy, love? Let me help you with that.” I get into the truck. Start it up and crank the A/C. I pull my wallet and phone from my pocket, throwing them on the dash.
“Soda shop?” I turn to ask my wife but she’s closer than she should be. She’s up on her knees on the seat shaking her head.
“Maybe later. Right now I just want you.” Then she pounces.
Her kiss is sloppy and off-center from the angle we’re in but when I feel her hand on my belt her technique is the least of my concerns.
“Dy, love. We gotta move. The cameras.” I’m already losing this battle before it’s begun. She’s got my dick in her hands and is kissing my jaw.
“Fuck the cameras,” I say as I slowly push her head down. I’ll erase the footage after I download it later. Perks of my job.
“Welcome to your introduction to blow jobs. Three rules to remember as a beginner. One, no teeth. Two, breathe through your nose, and three swallow when you start to gag.” I can feel her breath on my leaking tip.
“Can I lick?” she asks. Has she never even watched porn?
“Pretend it's a melting ice cream cone.” I hiss as she follows my instructions to the letter. I close my eyes at how warm her little tongue is.
“Now suck the tip into your mouth.” I should have been more specific because I was so unprepared for the hard suction she applied to my tip.
“FUCK!” My hips jerk without my permission and the sudden intrusion of eight more inches of cock makes her gag. She must remember rule three because she swallows and I can feel her little nose in my short hair.
Holy shit. I don’t even remember grabbing her hair. I’m just staring at my wife giving me a throat massage on her first-ever blow job and I swear tears come to my eyes. She isn’t even struggling yet.
“Thank you,” I whisper to the universe.
She slowly relaxes her jaw and slurps as she comes up for air. Then she just repeats the action over again and I’m trying not to cum but honestly, why should I stop this.
The back door slams open and two shadows run out.
“What the fuck?” I say and Dylan’s head pops off my cock.
“Did I do something wrong?” She sounds disappointed.
“FUCK NO,” I say looking down at her.
“Don’t ever stop,” I say honestly.
“Ok.” She giggles and sucks me back into her mouth. Swear to every god in the galaxy I could die a happy man right now.
The movement by our bikes and louder talking brings me back down to earth. I can barely concentrate because there just isn’t enough blood left in my brain. My wife’s mouth is sucking it out like a vampire. Pinky’s bike lights up the night and I see her arguing with Willy. He reaches into his pocket and I think for one second maybe he’ll be getting the same treatment as me. If he plays his cards right.
My eyes roll into my head. Dylan has the perfect suction and her tongue is rolling my piercings causing havoc on my nervous system. My eyes open to the sight of Willy pulling a syringe out of Pinky’s neck.
“FUCK!” I shout and Dylan takes it as encouragement.
Willy has Pinky in his arms and puts her on the bike kola style on his lap. Then the sleek black and pink bike is blurring past the truck. I am trying to stop Dylan but she grabs my hand and holds it to her hair. I can’t think. SHIT! I throw the truck in drive and peel out after the bike.
“Dy, love. As much as I love your enthusiasm. We got an issue up here. I need you to sit up and get your seatbelt back on.” She shakes her head, pops up, and looks at me.
“Lesson two, road-head,” and sucks me into her throat. We’re going to die. But what a way to go right?
I start taking slow deep breaths to concentrate. Follow the bike and don’t wreck. I got this. She starts playing with my balls. NOPE, I can’t do this.
The fucking bike is getting further away because my leg is going numb. Dylan has me cumming so hard my toes curl and my foot becomes dead weight. The engine revs and it’s all I can do to keep the truck straight on the road.
“Jesus Dylan, that was fucking fantastic. Now sit up cause Willy took off with your sister.” I say and her head pops up like a cartoon character.
