Three little piggies, p.15
Three Little Piggies, page 15
“Ohh-wee, Sweet Pea, do we get to play next?”
Craning my head around, I spotted Keith leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. The only response I could give was an open-mouthed moan when my climax hit. Zane followed me with a low growl, pushing in as deep as he could.
“Hey Tav, wanna play? Quinn is all warmed up and ready to go,” Keith called out.
Zane slid out of me, smacking my ass. I stayed where I was as he picked up his pants and tugged them on. “She’s all yours.”
Keith sauntered to me and squeezed my ass cheeks. A loud bang rattled the front door. “What the fuck?”
As the men went to investigate, I slid from the bed. Our playtime was officially over. Yanking on one of Zane’s t-shirts, I padded out into the living room just in time to hear someone yell, “Keith McKnight! Get your sorry ass out here, or we’re coming in!”
I froze, gazing at each of the guys. Keith patted down his clothing, handing Zane a few knives and a gun before stepping outside.
I darted to the door, pulling it open slightly.
“Get in the fucking car, McKnight!” a short Asian man ordered.
“Am I under arrest?”
The man pulled a gun, pointing it directly at Keith’s chest. “Get in the fucking car!”
Keith raised his arms and glanced back at me. “ Go back inside.” Keeping his hands raised, he ducked into the backseat.
The man’s partner closed the door, and they both got in before speeding off.
Panic welled up inside my chest. “What do we do?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Taven ran his hand gently through my hair. “He’ll be fine. The cops don’t have shit.”
“But they didn’t even arrest him,” observed Zane. “They didn’t cuff him or read him his rights. Something ain’t right, man.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Do we follow him?”
Taven began pacing. “I have a tracker app on Keith’s phone.”
Zane cocked his head. “You track him? Seriously? Afraid he’s sneaking off?”
Taven scowled. “I had to trailer my bike to the bonfire last year, remember? We downloaded the app in case we got separated so we would take the same exit if we had to make a pit stop. We never deleted it.” He scrolled through his phone. “Or at least I didn’t. If they don’t take him to the police station, we go after them.”
My stomach twisted. “I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t they take him to the station? And why do they keep signaling him out?”
“Chin went to high school with us. They never got along, and Keith stole two of his girlfriends. The pig has a vendetta,” Taven explained.
“Keith can take care of himself, Sugar.”
Chapter 37
Keith
My pulse raced as the car got further and further away from the city. They weren’t taking me to the cop shop. They were on a whole new level of bullshit. We rode roughly fifteen minutes down an old, windy highway until we pulled into the driveway of an abandoned house. As I stared up at the structure, I recognized the place from when I was in my early twenties. It was supposed to be haunted, and Taven and I had taken a couple of girls there for fun. Why it hadn’t been torn down was beyond me. Furthermore, I had no idea why the cops would take me there of all places. Whatever was about to happen wasn’t going to be pleasant.
Yanking the door open, Chin grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me out of the vehicle. I fell to the ground, groaning upon impact.
“What the fuck?” I cried. I was answered with a foot to my side.
“I know it’s you, you sick fuck!” roared Chin as he kicked me again.
Gasping for air, I rolled onto my stomach. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
A boot stomped down on my back, pushing the last bit of air out of my lungs. Fighting to catch my breath, I looked up and got a boot to the face. “Confess!” shouted Chin.
Warm blood dripped from my nose, and my head was throbbing. I still had a hard time breathing. Rolling to my side, I screamed, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You killed them, didn’t you? Didn’t you, you sick fuck?!” His foot connected with my jaw. My tongue felt like it was on fire as a tooth pierced the flesh.
“I didn’t kill anyone!” I spit blood onto the gravel.
A kick landed on the back of my head. I was dizzy, barely able to figure out up and down. Panting, I pushed up on all fours and slowly got to my feet. My body swayed, and I wiped my lip. When I went to lunge at Detective Chin, arms wrapped around my upper body, pinning my limbs to my side. As I struggled to break free, Chin punched my face over and over again. I lost count. By the time he stopped to rest his hand, I could barely stand upright. The arms released me, and I fell to my knees.
Chin charged again. I threw my hands up, but he pushed them to the side and struck me in the gut. I could count those. He clocked me four times before I fell face-first into the cold dirt.
The beating continued with stomps to my back, head, and side. I couldn’t move. My brain was fuzzy, and my body screamed with pain. I clenched my teeth as Chin lifted my head by my hair. He crouched only inches from my face. “I know it’s you, McKnight, you motherfucker. I’ll tell you what. I’ll get you before you get me. You three little pigs are going to be taken down by the big bad wolf.”
I spit on him; speckles of my blood landed on his face. Taking a few steps back, Chin forced me to my knees, pulled his gun, and pointed it between my eyes. His nostrils flared as his eyes darted to his partner. I was too weak and sore to do anything. The pistol pressed to my lips. “Open, you freak.”
I had no choice but to comply, or my teeth would shatter against the hard metal. He shoved the barrel deep into my mouth, drawing tears from my eyes. I tried to pull back, but strong arms held me still.
Chin chuckled, forcing the gun down my throat. “No gag reflex, huh? I always knew you were a filthy little cock sucker.”
“Alright, I think we got our point across,” muttered the other cop.
Chin glared at his partner and pressed the pistol deeper into my throat, forcing my head down. “What? The little homo likes it.” After a few long moments, he pulled it out.
I spat on the ground, leaving dribbles of bloody saliva on my chin. “You’re just mad I never sucked your dick.”
I regretted it the instant he slammed the pistol into the side of my face. The man behind me let go, and I crumpled to the ground. Chin brushed the hair from my face with the wet barrel. “I should fucking kill you, but I’d rather you get gang raped in prison every night.”
“Leave him be, Chin. We can’t kill him, man. We need evidence. He got the point and knows we’re on his trail. Leave him be.”
Chin scowled but took the hint. Kicking my stomach one more time, he spat on me and returned to his car.
Chapter 38
Taven
Anxiety raged through my system as the little dot on the tracking app got further and further from the city. Where were they taking him? What were they going to do to him once they reached their destination?
Zane and I left Quinn at the house in case things went south, instructing her to stay close to the phone just in case. It was a sunny day, so I had to wait for my brother to get dressed in his riding gear before we could leave. I didn’t envy the man; Keith had to deal with his fair share of sunburns, but Zane turned red almost instantly when exposed to the sun. Even in cool weather, the man could become a lobster.
We didn’t bother paying attention to the speed limit, and luckily for us, not too many cops were out and about. I supposed that tended to happen when there was a cop-killing maniac on the loose.
My eyes darted to my phone on the dash. The dot hadn’t moved for quite some time. They either threw out Keith’s phone or they stopped somewhere and were doing only God knows what. As we leaned into a curve on Route C, a car went speeding in the opposite direction. Before passing, it swerved toward us, and it took everything I had to control my bike as the vehicle raced past. The beast tried to kick out from under me, but I was able to get it in line. There was a loud crunch, and I skidded to a stop, causing the bike to tip as I looked behind me.
The green motorcycle slid along the pavement as Zane tumbled into the ditch, his body slamming against a fallen tree. I pushed my bike away, not bothering with the kickstand. My friend groaned loudly, forcing himself onto his knees. He yanked off his helmet and slammed it onto the ground.
A sigh of relief escaped my lips. “That helmet saved your life, yet you threw it.”
He scowled. “That fucker tried to hit us on purpose!”
I glanced down the road to where the car was heading; it was long gone. “Are you alright? Is anything broken?”
He shook his head. “Just sore. God bless the sun. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have worn my gear.”
“I think that was Chin.”
“Was Keith with him?”
Shaking my head, I ran to my bike and grabbed the phone. The dot was still in the same place. My heartbeat sped up. What if they killed and dumped him? No, they couldn’t have done that. I wouldn’t put it past Chin, but they wouldn’t have allowed Zane and me to continue on. Would they?
“He’s maybe a mile or two away.” Placing the phone back in the holder, I turned to Zane. “Can you ride?”
He picked up his bike, and a loud growl came from deep within him as it slammed back onto the ground. “Fucking rim is bent all to hell! Fuck, man! I don’t have insurance on this thing! It’s stolen. A fucking Phantom special.”
Wincing, I said, “Hop on.”
Zane chuckled, “Go ahead without me. Keith will need a ride back, and I’m sure he’s fine with the nuts-to-butt thing.”
My eyes rolled, but I smirked. “Alright, I’ll be back. Once I know he’s safe, we can call Quinn and figure out how to get your bike home.”
I followed the GPS to the driveway of an abandoned house. My heart skipped a beat when I spotted the body lying on the ground. Stopping the bike, I jumped off and rushed to Keith. As gently as possible, I lifted his head and rested it on my lap. He groaned; good, he was alive. I ran my finger along the ridge of his hairline. “Baby, say something.”
He took a deep breath and spoke in a soft, raspy voice, “I’m okay.”
“The hell you are,” I disagreed through clenched teeth. I had to resist cradling him in my arms. He was far too injured for that. Yanking my cut off, I folded it several times, placing it gently under Keith’s head. “I have to call Quinn. We need to get you to a hospital.”
“No hospital!” he groaned, wincing. “If I point a finger at Chin, he could get arrested, and we won’t have a fall guy.”
I wanted to argue, but he was right. We needed someone to take the blame, or we would be hunted for the rest of our lives. Seeing Keith so hurt was infuriating. Chin had a hand in killing my sister, niece, and brother-in-law, and he beat the shit out of the man I loved. I wanted him dead.
Quinn picked up the call quickly. I told her to go northbound on Route C until she ran into Zane and then keep going until she found us.
I gently pressed my lips to his, and he winced. “Why do you always have to get yourself into trouble?” I asked, trying to force a smile.
He chuckled, then groaned out, “I think I was born this way. Trouble has a tracker embedded in my DNA.”
Smiling, I took his hand, caressing it with my thumb. We stayed silent; talking was clearly hurting him.
It took nearly a half hour, but eventually, the blue Jeep pulled up. It was barely put in park before Quinn and Zane jumped from the vehicle.
Tears streamed down Quinn’s face. “Oh my God! Keith!”
“He’ll be okay, but we must get him home. We need to put him in the back seat.”
Zane nodded and grabbed Keith’s legs as I positioned my arms under his upper back. As I tugged, I cried out and released him much harder than I would’ve liked. Keith screamed. “My arm is fucked. I can’t pick him up.”
Zane bent down. “Can you stand, man?”
Keith nodded and gripped his hand. It took a while, but he gradually stood swaying on both feet. Wrapping his arms around our shoulders, Zane and I helped him limp to the backseat of the Jeep.
“Go home so I can put him to bed. I’ll ride back, and then we can figure out how to get Zane’s bike.”
Quinn nodded. “Be careful.”
I pecked her on the lips. “Hurry home.”
Chapter 39
Quinn
I felt completely helpless as Zane and Taven led Keith into the trailer. Taven wasn’t willing to leave his lover’s side, so it was up to me to help Zane get his bike back. I felt shitty for leaving. Our relationship was going to be tricky. Zane would understand if I didn’t go with him, but I didn’t want him to feel like he was less of a priority. So, I trusted that Taven would take care of our boyfriend. They didn’t need me.
It took a few hours to obtain a trailer, load the bike, and drop it off at Zane’s. The hardest part was getting the thing to roll forward; the rim was badly damaged. It was a shame that the nicest bike of the three was so messed up. Although, that could be a biased opinion since the vehicle was green, my favorite color.
When we finally returned to Keith and Taven’s, Zane plopped on the couch, exhausted. “You should go check on him.”
I squeezed him on the shoulder. “Are you okay? You wrecked; are you sure you don’t need to be checked out?”
He shrugged. “I’m just a little stiff. My gear took the brunt of it for me.” He reached up and kissed me. I returned it passionately before pulling away and heading down the hall.
Keith was fast asleep, and Taven sat in an office chair by his side. Silently, I wrapped my arms around Taven. He winced. “Sorry, I forgot about the bite.”
He smiled. “It’s all good, Cupcake.” He leaned over and kissed me softly.
When we broke apart, I sat on the bed, running my hand gently over Keith’s leg. “How is he?”
“I want to kill that motherfucker.” He paused, drawing in a deep breath. “But we need him alive. Keith is messed up, but I think he’ll be okay. He’s gonna have a pretty scar on his face, but he’ll live.”
Taven had done a great job cleaning Keith up. His face was clean of all the dirt and gore, but several scrapes and bruises marred his skin. The right side was very swollen, and a decent-sized gash cut along his cheek.
“I make weed-infused honey to help me sleep. I gave him four tablespoons, so he’ll be out until morning.” He chuckled, “He’s such a lightweight. Give him an edible infused with caffeine, and it’ll still knock him out.”
I smiled, gently gripping Keith’s knee. My gaze stayed on him for a long while. “How long have you two been together?”
Scratching his neck, Taven put his feet up on the bed. “Depends on what you mean by ‘together.’ Keith and I grew up together; our dads were best friends. When we were ten, we kissed for the first time. Our dads found out, and they grounded us, so we went years doing nothing with each other.” He grinned. “I wanted to know what it was like to get head. Somehow, we got on the subject, and Keith gave me my first blow job. My bi side was really starting to awaken, so I returned the favor. When we were fifteen, we slept together for the first time. We said it was practice so we wouldn’t be losers in bed.” He laughed, “It really got started when we were twenty-one, though. Keith got a girlfriend. That wasn’t anything new; we both dated girls. The difference was before her, we could never stay faithful. We always ended up cheating on them with each other. We are both the jealous type, too, fucking up each other’s relationships. But when that bitch came along, Keith was obsessed. We didn’t touch each other. He would have none of it. His heart was set on marrying that girl. But then she cheated on him, and it sent him into a spiral. After that, we had a long talk and realized we weren’t just friends with benefits. We were in love with each other. We had been for a long time; we just didn’t acknowledge it. From that day forth, we were a bi-couple, sharing women from time to time. We never shared a man, though. I think both of us would kill the motherfucker who dared touch the other… We’re sharing you with Zane but nobody else, Cupcake. There won’t be a fourth; we’ll break a motherfucker’s legs.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Four is way too many. I’m already paranoid that I won’t show you all enough attention.”
“Just don’t make it a competition. If you want to fuck me, fuck me. You wanna fuck Keith, then by all means fuck him. If you want to fuck us both, cool. You want to fuck Zane? Bang his brains out. I’m not into scheduling shit. It feels forced and fake. I mean, if you want to rotate whose house you stay at, that’s cool, but don’t force it. Don’t get down on your knees and suck a cock because you feel like you have to. Do it because you’re a dirty girl, and you want to.” He winked, and I blushed.
Getting up from the bed, I pressed my lips to his in a lingering kiss. “I don’t want Zane to feel left out. You mind if I turn on a movie?”
He rolled his eyes. “Stop thinking he’ll feel left out. He knew what he signed up for; you aren’t exclusive to him. But yeah, you can do anything you want in here, Quinn. If you want to watch a movie, go ahead. I’ll be in there in a bit.”
When I entered the living room, I found Zane still lounging on the couch, so I sat next to him. His arm wrapped around my shoulders. “How is he?”
“He’s asleep. Taven says he’s going to be out for a while.”
He nodded approvingly. “Good. He needs to rest.” Squeezing me tighter, his lips pressed against my head. “We may need your help, Quinn.”
I looked up at him.
“The longer we let Detective Chin roam free, the more likely we will get caught. Keith is fucked up; he won’t be able to help much. We may need you to help us plant shit. Think you can do that? We won’t ask you to kill anyone.”
