Hangman Untamed, page 14
That surprises me, looks like he’s not pining after Jennifer anymore. “He done with Jennifer then?”
“Nope, fucker says the bitch is off limits to us, she’s his. But she’s not giving in and he’s sick of the blue balls. Looks like he’s claiming Butterface.” I look back over and see him dragging the girl to his room.
“He get anything out of Wrath?”
“Yeah, Wrath was pissed about how the club’s been changing. But all of us like the changes, be nice to have a family day and shit, instead of naked bitches around all the time. The view gets a little old, ya know. Plus, now that we have the condom rule, Rage will stop popping out random kids,” he says.
I chuckle at that, it’s true, Rage has the ability to knock up every bitch he fucks. Luckily, he’s only got four kids with four different women, as the rest of them got paid to get abortions. “He finish him off?”
“Yeah. Man. Rage went fucking nuts on Wrath once he was finished talking and beat the life out of him. We got that cop in your torture shed waiting for ya, by the way.”
“Good, I’m going to get to work.” I tap on the bar and head out back and through the fence to our hidden compound where we keep our tech, guns, and bodies waiting for me to deal with. It’s why the police raids never find anything when they’re here. We have this place locked the fuck down.
Making it to my shed, I nod to the prospect guarding the door and head in. Tied upside down is the shit-stain cop I’ve been dying to get my hands on.
“You mother fucker, you’ll never get away with this.”
I chuckle, “Oh, believe me, I will. Who do you think runs this town?”
“Not for long, there is a team ready and waiting for you to fuck up, watching your every move. It’s only a matter of time before they get you.”
“They’ll be waiting a long fucking time for that because it’ll be over my dead body, they get anything outta me. I keep my shit locked down tight. Why do you think you’ve never found shit during any of your raids?”
He gulps and starts struggling.
“They won’t even find your body, all they’ll know is that you took off, humiliated.”
I grab a knife and brandish it over a strap to sharpen it. Dull knives are fun, but I intend to make this man suffer, and dull knives tend to cause my victims to pass out.
“Now you’re gonna give me names, everyone associated with you, that wants to take me out.”
“Never.” With that word I slam my knife into his leg and yank it roughly out. He screams like a little bitch.
“I know you won’t talk, but I figured if you did, I’d just kill you quicker. This way I get to play.” I grin at him, as blood sprays out of his leg, some of it hitting me in the face.
I go to slice a part of him off that he probably loves when he pisses himself, getting some on my hand. Fucking nasty. I go to the sink and wash up then go back to him. “It’s the mayor!” He finally squeals out as I press my knife to his cock.
I smile, that’s all I needed to know. I knew that fucker had it out for me, but he always seemed too chicken-shit to come to me himself.
With those words, this cop just earned himself an easy death. I pull back his neck and slice. Blood sprays everywhere as he dies.
I head out of the shed and get to Gunner. “Clean-up needed in the shed, want his body decomposed, as in, no one ever finds it.” He gets my meaning and takes off with a few brothers to clean up my shed.
Time to go home and work on winning Justine back.
Chapter Fifty-four
Justine
After Carson left, I dove into writing, I’m not sure why but what I experienced has given me a great idea for a new book. This time, I can’t list it in Romance because I’m not giving the couple a happily ever after. I literally spent the last nine hours just writing, and I can’t believe how far I’ve gotten, this book is basically writing itself.
I’m interrupted when my doorbell goes off and my dad steps inside. “Hey, dad,” I say quietly, wondering if he got the news about Eileen.
“You should sit down,” he tells me.
“I already know, dad.” I give him a look but sit down anyways. “Eileen is dead, I know how, I know why, and I know where.”
Dad has a tear leak from his eye that he wipes away quickly. “I hated her, but I never wished her death.”
I grab his hands in mine and give him a squeeze. “I found out I have a half-brother,” I blurt when he finally gets himself under control.
“What?”
“His name is Hunter, he’s about ten years older than me and he’s the president of a rival MC.” I fill him in on everything that happened to me, the kidnapping, the meeting of Hunter, how mom was there. All of it. dad looks visibly shaken.
“You’re okay, though?” he asks finally.
“Yes, daddy, I’m perfectly fine. I’m a little in over my head, so much going through it, but I’m safe, I’m fine.”
“Where is Carson?” he asks.
“We broke up.”
“What? Why?”
“He couldn’t keep it in his pants, but he’s saying I’m still his and he’s not giving me up.”
Dad shakes his head. “I know how you feel about cheating, but that man loves you, worships the ground you walk on, even I can see that. Hold your grudge, but at some point, you’ll realize life is too short.” He’s right, especially after Eileen’s death, holding onto all the hate that we’ve both been holding onto hasn’t been good for us.
I just don’t know if I can forgive him, what he did gutted me. I don’t even care anymore about the kidnapping. It worked out in the end. But now every time I close my eyes, all I see is that bitch riding Carson’s cock like a rodeo queen.
“I’m gonna head home, I have funeral arrangements to make.” He sighs, and rubs a hand over his face, looking worn down. “Call if you need me to come back, and, Justine, think about this stuff with Carson.” He gets to the door and turns back to me. “He hurts you again, club or not, I’ll kill him myself.” With that, he walks out of the house, and heads home.
Can it be that easy, can I really forgive him? Right now, everything in me is screaming no. but other parts of me want him still. I can’t think about this right now, though. I don’t want to. I’m too worn out from it all.
I grab myself a quick bite to eat and get back to my book, I’m determined to have this finished by the time I go to bed.
Chapter Fifty-five
Hangman
I barely slept last night, thinking about going over to Justine’s the entire time. This morning, I make coffee and am sitting on my front porch when the neighbor comes over in a storm. “You been fucking my wife?” he snarls at me.
Standing up, I glare at him, arms crossed after placing my cup on the little table by my seat. “Haven’t fucked your woman in almost eight months.” I decide to be honest with him.
“You want me to fuck your woman?” he shouts, pointing down the street towards Justine’s house. I move forward and he backs away, looking scared.
“If you kept your bitch on a leash, she wouldn’t have been servicing my cock at all.”
“Fuck you!” he shouts and storms back to his house. Fucking drama everywhere. Thank fuck Justine didn’t witness that scene or it would have been more ammunition against me. I give it no more thought as he slams the door to his house shut.
Fucker should be pleasing his wife, not out at my clubs getting his dick wet with other bitches. Fuck, he’s just as bad as me. I need to clean house, get a meeting together with Jennifer and find out about anymore problem bitches.
I look to Justine’s house again and take off on my bike to the apartment building I own and house the bitches at. Getting into the building, I go to Jennifer’s door. She’s probably just getting home after cleaning up the strip club and knock on her door.
“Hangman?” she asks wearily.
“We need a chat.” She lets me in, and I look around, she doesn’t have much.
“What’s this about? Is everything okay?” she asks, taking a seat on her couch.
“I want a list of names of girls you think are problematic, I want to clean house and I can’t do that if I don’t know the bitches.”
“Um, sure, okay, but why the sudden change?”
“Trying to be a better man, want to make sure the bitches here know their place and that’s doing the job they were hired for.”
“Okay, I have a few names that I know are problematic, we also got a few new girls, and I gave everyone your new list of rules. A few were upset that they couldn’t go out of their way to seduce anyone anymore. The rest were okay with it.”
I nod, as she writes down some names and hands me the list. I don’t recognize most of these names, but a name that surprises me is Penny. “Why’s Penny on here?”
“She’s the most upset about the new rules, she has a thing for Gunner.” She shrugs.
“I’ll have a talk with them, are they all home?”
“Yeah, they all got back late, but they’re here.”
“Thanks.”
After going through the list and getting rid of the girls that were upset about the changes, I finally make it to Penny’s door.
When she opens it, she looks shocked, hair dishevelled as if she’d been sleeping. “Need a chat. Heard you were unhappy with the changes in the club.”
“Yeah, what of it? I’ll still follow the rules, but don’t mean I ain’t pissed about them.”
“If you’re so unhappy you can go somewhere else,” I state.
Her eyes widen, “No, this is my home, it’s always been my home. Since I was fifteen.”
Fuck me, I didn’t realize that she was that young when she came here, which means she lied to me about her age. Fuck. “I’ll set you up somewhere nice, give you a chance to start over.”
“Hangman, no, please, I can’t lose my only home.”
“You won’t lose your home. You’ve been part of the club for twenty years, but you’re just a club girl. I just want something better for you.”
She sniffles and wipes at her eyes. “Is this because I caused problems between Gunner and his woman?”
I shake my head no. “He hasn’t said shit to me, but I would think you’d know better than to get in between a brother and his woman.”
“With you, sure, you’re open about it. Rage, too. But Gunner never even hinted he had a woman, until I saw them together at dinner the other night and I caused a scene. I thought he wanted me, turns out I’m just like the rest of the girls around here.”
“Then let me help you. I’ll set you up in a new place, give you an allowance, help you get on your feet.”
“I would love that, but I still want to work for you just maybe not at the clubhouse or the strip club.” I understand why, wanting to distance herself from Gunner.
“Okay, we’ll talk more another time. You get some rest and first thing tomorrow, I’ll have a new place set up for you.”
She rushes to me and gives me a hug. “Thank you, Hangman.”
After patting her on the back, I step away and head out. At least something went well today.
Chapter Fifty-six
Justine
I stare at the screen, I’ve been going at this for three days straight, very little sleep, but it’s done. I finished a book in just three days. And I have to say it’s probably my best work yet, my readers are going to kill me.
Maybe one day, I’ll write a sequel to this one, but for now, it’s complete. About a woman that is happy just being alone, not needing a man.
As I get up from my seat, I’m dizzy so I sit back down. Shit, when was the last time I ate? Thinking of food has my stomach churning, though. Maybe I should just go to bed. On my way to my room, I rush into the bathroom when a wave of nausea suddenly overtakes me.
Something isn’t right, I’ve never been sick before. Deciding to get checked out, I get changed, put some deodorant on and head out. “Hey, um, yeah, I’m heading to the clinic,” I say awkwardly to the prospect outside of my house. He shrugs and takes off for his bike, trailing behind me the entire drive.
Takes me about twenty minutes to get to the clinic and I walk in. The wait isn’t long, as I’m the only person in the place and I’m called back immediately. I came at a good time.
Minutes later, a knock on the door and it opens, the doctor stepping inside. “Well, what can I help you with today?”
I explain what happened today, with the dizziness and the vomiting and he goes quiet.
“Can you tell me the date of your last period?”
I swallow thickly. Oh no, please don’t tell me I forgot my last shot. “I, I couldn’t tell you.”
“Okay, we’re going to get urine sample from you, do some blood work. You just sit tight, and a nurse will be right in.”
He gets up and goes out of the room. Oh shit, what if I’m pregnant? Do I really forgive Carson? How do I do this? I never wanted kids. I even flat-out told Carson I didn’t want kids. I’m only twenty-five, what business do I have, having kids right now? Plus, Carson is a grandfather, how can he be a new father and be a grandfather.
So many thoughts go through my head as the nurse comes in and takes what she needs. I finish up in the bathroom and head back to the clinic room and wait. Minutes tick by and finally, the doctor comes back.
“Well, congratulations, you’re pregnant.”
I’m going to pass out. I start panicking when the doctor puts his hand on my shoulder. “Breathe, just breathe. We’re going to do an ultrasound to find out how far along you are.”
He has me get up on the bed and a nurse brings in a portable machine. “If we can’t see this way, it’s because you’re not far enough along.”
He moves the doppler over my stomach after putting some warm jelly on me and the sounds start up in the room. A swooshing noise rings clear. “That is your baby’s heartbeat,” he tells me.
Oh god, I’m really going to be a mother.
Before he can show me the screen and determine dates, Carson storms into the office. “What’s wrong, is everything okay?” he asks hurriedly.
I don’t know what to say, then the doctor clears his throat. “I take it you’re the father.”
“Yeah, I’m...wait, what? You’re having my baby?”
The doctor struggles with that news, that he’s my man, not my dad. And I have to hold back a laugh. “Sorry.”
“I just found out,” I tell Carson.
His eyes soften, and he comes up next to me. “This is the first time I’ve been part of this from the beginning.”
At those words, my heart melts just a little toward him.
Chapter Fifty-seven
Hangman
Pregnant. The doctor just said she’s pregnant and about twelve weeks along. Was she going to hide this from me? Did she even want this? I know she said that she didn’t want kids but we’re here now. We leave the clinic and I follow her home letting the prospect get back to the clubhouse.
Justine and I have to talk, and I’m not leaving her until I get through to her that she’s mine and I’m her’s. For her, I’m changing. For her, I’ll be the man she needs me to be.
Once inside her house, I follow her into her bedroom. “We’re talking.”
“You’re right, we have to talk,” she says, sounding resigned.
“This changes things. I wanted to give you more time, but you’re not spending a day without me being here. I want to be part of this pregnancy every step of the way.”
“I love you, Carson,” she says. This is the second time she’s said it to me and this time, completely out of the blue. I go to reply back but she holds up a hand to stop me. “You hurt me beyond anything, something I knew you’d do but I let it happen. I feel like it’s partly my fault for not being more open with you about it. This baby does change things, but I don’t know how to get past this and forgive you.”
“You let me worry about that, you just be you. I’m different, you make me different. I vow to you that I’ll never hurt you again, you’re my lifeline.”
“I believe you,” she whispers coming close to me. “It will take some time, but I forgive you, Carson. I love you beyond any rational reason. You make me dizzy.”
I smile at that. “I love you, too. You’re the sun in my life I’ve always needed.”
With those words she rushes me, throwing herself in my arms. Lifting her face up, I capture her mouth with mine, needing her now more than ever.
Panting she pulls back. “I need you.”
“I need you, too.” We quickly get undressed, and I cover my body with hers. Needing to just feel, I line my cock up against her entrance and push in, slow. Painfully fucking slow.
“I need more, Carson.”
“You’ll get what I give,” I ground out, slowly thrusting in and out of her. Just relishing in the feeling of us together. It’s only been a week since I had her, but it feels like longer.
My pace picks up as her cunt squeezes my cock. “Kiss me,” she demands, and I comply, as she comes undone around my cock.
LYING IN BED BESIDE her, she snuggles in close, my arm going around her and get up on my elbow. “I’m sorry for what I did,” I tell her, needing her to know that just because we just made up doesn’t mean I’m going to stop making it up to her.
Her body tenses before relaxing again. “Stop, Carson, stop bringing it up. I forgive you. We’ve gone over this,” she says sleepily. “You can make it up to me by just being a good man.”
“You got it.”
I’ll do everything in my power to be the man she needs me to be.
“I hate to do this, but I’ve been a shitty father the last little while. I need to go get Emily from Melissa.”
