Hangman Untamed, page 6
“I did, deal with it. Now unless you need something from me concerning Emily, then fuck off.” I hang up and go to throw my phone but think better of it. Last thing I want to do is to have to buy a new phone right now. Especially since this one is practically new.
It looks like I have a loose end to deal with, but right now, my time is needed elsewhere, with Justine.
I head out, locking my door behind me and take off towards Justine’s house. It’s then I notice a delivery truck unloading some items and going inside. I frown, I thought she just moved in, what’s all this shit for.
“Hello?” I say, entering her house.
“Carson?” Justine calls out. “Sorry, come in we’re just setting up some furniture.”
I walk into her living room and see men unpackaging new couches and a TV. “What’s with the new stuff?”
“Oh, most of the stuff here was Tomas’s, so since he moved out next door, I kind of need my own shit.”
What kind of man leaves a woman with no furniture? Shouldn’t Tomas have bought new stuff instead?
“Get that look off your face, I told Tomas to take all of his things, I can easily afford to get my own furniture,” Justine sasses me.
I smirk, my hand twitches, eager to spank her ass.
I lean against the wall, waiting for the men to finish their jobs. One looks like he’s eager to talk to Justine but keeps glancing at me, unsure of his next move. Glaring at him, I dare him to say something; my fist will be in his face so fast. Mine. Justine is mine.
“Babe,” I call out to her, the man that was eyeing her goes pale and his eyes go back to his job.
“Yeah?”
“Supper done soon?”
“Yeah, babe, just another few minutes.” She’s been going back and forth between the living room, watching the guys work, and the kitchen.
It doesn’t take the guys much longer to finish everything up, they hand Justine a clipboard and have her sign for her shit and they take off, giving me a wide berth.
I follow them out—not to say anything, but to make sure the door is closed and locked behind them.
“Dude, that was Hangman from the Untamed biker club,” one of the guys mumbles out.
“Yeah, I swear I almost shit my pants the minute he came into view,” another says.
“I almost asked out his woman, I could have been killed.” The guys all laugh at him as they get into their truck and I shut the door, smirking.
Good to know my reputation precedes me.
I walk to the kitchen and see Justine is laying food out on the table. As she turns around to grab something else, I pull her to me, placing a kiss on her lips.
She moans into my mouth the minute our tongues touch. And she pulls back. “What was that for?”
“From now on, you kiss me when you see me, the second you see me. Got it.”
She grins and gives me a wink. “I can do that.”
Chapter Twenty
Justine
“Everything okay?” Hangman finally asks after he puts on a movie.
I shrug. “Is this normal to you? Just eating supper and watching a movie? Because it feels so, I don’t know, weird to me. It doesn’t seem to suit you,” I say honestly.
Hangman chuckles. “Babe, I love quiet nights like this. Just because I’m a biker doesn’t mean I’m rough and hard and partying every single day.”
I wrinkle my nose and dig into my meal. I wasn’t sure what Carson, or Hangman liked. Hell, I should really figure out what he prefers me to call him. So, I just made the standard staples of a man’s diet. Potatoes and steak.
He digs into his meal, food getting in his beard, and I giggle. “What?”
I shake my head. “Nothing, just, doesn’t the beard get annoying? Especially with eating?”
“No, used to it.” He shrugs and I grin at him.
“You better clean up after we eat, because you aren’t kissing me with steak juice in your beard.”
He drops his fork and leans over to me. “I’ll kiss you whenever the fuck I want, steak juices be damned.”
I roll my eyes, that’s just not going to happen. “Well, tell me about yourself, we didn’t exactly do much talking last time,” I say, giving him the eye.
After he finishes his bite, he leans back in his chair. “Not much to tell, I’m almost forty-five, got two kids, ones about your age, just slightly older, Emily is ten.”
Well, shit, I wasn’t expecting to hear that. I knew about the little one, but not that he had one my age. “Is this weird to you then, being with someone half your age?”
“Doesn’t bother me in the slightest, does it bother you?”
“Nah, always had a bit of a daddy kink,” I joke.
He snorts, and then looks shocked he did it. “First, no daddy kink, my girls call me ‘daddy,’ so fuck off with that nasty shit.”
“Agreed, it’s called a joke,” I sass him, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Second, you sure you’re okay with this? I’m old as fuck, babe.”
I shrug, pausing to think for a second before I shake my head. “It really doesn’t bother me. Plus, it’s not like you look your age or even act it. You’re a man, it is what it is. Now the real question is, what will your adult daughter think of this?” Because, honestly, that’s what’s worrying me here right now.
“Melissa loves me, she just wants to see me happy and if that’s with you, then she’ll love you, too.” He digs back into his food, cutting his steak sloppily. “She’s had a rough life, shitty mother, shitty foster home. But her big sister, not my kid, protected her as best she could and then the Angels Warriors saved them both.”
Well, shit, I’ve heard about the Angels, they are some serious bikers all about saving people.
He continues on. “You sure you want to hear all this? My daughters’ and my past aren’t pretty.”
“Of course, I want to hear it. I’m in this with you, so I want to be a part of it all,” I tell him honestly.
His eyes flash, something I said, he liked.
“Okay, I’ll take you back to the beginning then. I was young and dumb, was supposed to be on a run but sent my little brother instead. He got murdered as a payback to me. I ended up going for his girlfriend, Vicky, the one woman he loved more than anything. But I wanted her, too. Made her fall in love with me and we got married. Miscarriages were a lot; she struggled all the time with losing children we’d make. But back then, I was a shit husband, I cheated on her all the time. It’s when she started hating me. And I don’t blame her. The final straw was when she realized that Emily was mine. She left, seeking sanctuary with the Angels. I was on the warpath because I wasn’t about to lose what was mine. I finally found her, and she’s shacked up with my long-lost, dead brother.” I look at him in shock, how could his brother be alive? “Yeah, my reaction, too. Turns out he had help, he was on the brink of death, and someone helped him live. But as much as I was relieved to have my brother back, alive, I still wanted Vicky. So, I forced her back home with me. It’s then I found out she was pregnant, having my brother’s baby, so I signed the divorce papers and sent her back. But, it wasn’t before she told me about Melissa, my daughter, whom she met when she took off and hid with the Angels Warriors. Felt like shit, I was a father and never knew about it. Left her in the cesspool of bullshit her entire life.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault you didn’t know. How could you when the mother didn’t tell you?” I tell him gently.
“Not sure how much of Melissa’s story I should tell you as it’s hers, but I’ll tell you what I can. She was abused by her mother; luckily wasn’t abused in her foster home, because her sister Cori took the brunt of it to protect her. But even after getting saved by the Angels, Melissa’s mother would randomly pop up into her life and tear her apart. There, now you know a bit about my daughter, and about my past marriage. Anything else?”
“What about Emily’s mother? You kind of just glossed over the fact you had her.” I bite my lip, hoping I’m not pushing too much.
“Not much to tell about April, woman’s a cunt. Was a club whore I used a few times, she got hung up on me and ended up pregnant. To this day, the bitch still thinks she has a shot with me, so she’s not too happy to find out I’m dating someone that isn’t her.”
“She was willingly with you, knowing you were married?” He nods, his eyes alert as if he’s waiting for me to kick him out. Part of me does wonder if he’ll do the same to me. But it’s still early in the relationship, so I shake it off. “Not saying what you did was right, but no real woman would willingly get with a taken man. So, that’s on her. She sounds like she needs her head examined.”
“Will you tell me about you now? I will be honest right now and say the minute you moved in I already had a look into you but couldn’t find much.”
I stare at him in shock, he did a search on me? “Well, honestly, after the heavy you just placed on me about your past and your kids, I think we should steer the convo to something else now.” Conversation just got heavy and needs to get to something lighter.
“As long as you tell me eventually, I’m good with that, but instead of idle chit-chat, how about some dessert?” He gives me a playful look and my pussy clenches.
“Hmm, and what did you have in mind exactly for dessert?” I ask him coyly.
“You,” he growls and gets up from the chair, stalking over to me. Oh, yes, this night just got even better.
Chapter Twenty-one
Hangman
After calling Justine and letting her know I wouldn’t be around tonight, I sit back in my chair, my hand combing through my beard. Being with Justine is different than what I had with my ex-wife. Justine genuinely seems to like me, unlike Vicky who openly started hating me not long into our marriage. The last week I’ve spent with Justine has been enlightening. I’ve gotten to know her more, and learned about her writing. I even gave her the go ahead to use my club as inspiration as long as she twists it enough to know it’s fiction and not real life. I head back out to the main area in the clubhouse and find everyone partying it up. Fuck yeah, tonight is a good night for a party. Got a new woman, my kids, my club, life can’t get better than this shit.
Women walk around like always, eyeing up the men they want for the night, and I spot a redhead that’s dying for my cock down her throat. My cock pulses in my jeans as I go to her, fuck yeah, perfect for tonight.
“Hangman,” purrs Shannan, coming up next to me. I shrug her off and continue walking towards the redhead.
“On your knees.” I tell her when I get to her side. She looks me over and grins sinking instantly to her knees and undoes my jeans.
She gives the head of my cock a small lick before covering her mouth over it, taking it all in. I look up and see Shannan glaring at the girl on the floor and stomps off when she catches me watching her. Good, maybe she’s finally learned her place, she’s nothing special.
Focusing back on the bitch giving my cock some love, I relish in the feeling. This is something that Justine has yet to do and makes me wonder how good she’ll be at doing it, especially with the tongue ring.
It doesn’t take me long to come down the bitch’s throat, holding her head down on my cock as she takes it all down her throat. Lifting her head she catches her breath, licking her lips at the bit of cum that leaked out.
“Good girl,” I mumble and turn around, tucking myself back into my pants and order a drink from the bar.
“You need anything else, Hangman?” she purrs, still on her knees.
I look her over, finding her lacking in areas I didn’t notice before, she’s no Justine. “No, I’m good.” I dismiss her.
She walks off, sauntering over to Gunner and he takes her up on what she’s offering and instantly bends her over.
Turning back around, I notice Rage is sitting at the end of the bar, downing his drink. He’s been a mess lately, more than usual. Jennifer, the big-titted bitch isn’t giving him the time of day and it’s weighing on him. Most bitches don’t turn him down for fear of his wrath, but that bitch doesn’t give a shit. Which means she’s good for him.
Not paying him any mind, I grab a bottle of Jack and head back to my room, needing some time alone. Maybe I am getting too old for this partying and fucking around shit. I changed a lot when I found my daughter Melissa, it wasn’t the easiest start of a relationship since I never knew about her. Over twenty years she went without a father, and lived with a horrible excuse for a mother, a mother that I put down the minute she came into contact. The bitch dared to abuse my child and my child’s older sister. Anyone that lays a hand on a child should be put into the ground.
The lifestyle I grew so comfortable in has now become almost stale. Sure, I love to drink, smoke pot, and get my rocks off, but not every night like I used to. When Melissa first came to live with me, I tried to be a better person. And I did, but I wasn’t living for me anymore, I was living for my kids. Melissa and Emily. I have the chance to do better with Emily since she is still a child, but Melissa is different since she is in her twenties.
I made it up to Melissa as best I could, and part of me knows that she’s living a better life now than she used to and that’s because of me. Although, the rest of it is because of her ties to the Angels Warriors MC. The pussy club. A club that is all about rescuing the weak.
I don’t hate them as much as I used to, not since finding out my dead brother was actually alive and a part of their club, or the fact that they saved Melissa from a shitty life and raised her.
Pulling out my phone, I turn it on and see that I have a message from Melissa asking if we can have a family dinner next week. After typing back yes, I go to my album and find a photo I took of Justine the night she was asleep in my bed.
Fuck me, she’s something. Could I be the man for her? Could I change? I don’t know the answer to those questions yet but deep down, I know I can’t—and won’t—give her up. Something about her calls to me. And I’d be a fucking fool to let her go. Ever.
As I’m deep in my inner thoughts, like a little bitch, someone knocks on my door. “What?” I bark out.
The door opens and Shannan puts her head inside, this bitch. “Um, would you like some company?”
Glaring at her, I grab a beer bottle from the floor and throw it at the wall by her head and she flinches. “These rooms are for the men, not bitches. Bitches only come this way if they’re cleaning, during the fucking day, or if a brother picks them for a quick fuck. You don’t come down this way for any other goddamned reason,” I snarl at her.
Her face is pale and she looks heartbroken, but I don’t give a flying fuck. Since she still won’t get out of my door, I scroll through my photos on my phone, and find a picture of Justine, spread eagle, naked, giving me that ‘just had sex’ look. I get off my bed and march towards Shannan, shoving the phone in her face.
“This is my woman, something you’ll never be. Look at her, really look at her. Why settle for you when I can have her?”
“But, Hangman, you just fucked me the other night, and tonight, you had Aimee.” Opening the door wider; hopefully, to make my point clearer, I get in her face.
Shoving her back against the wall in the hallway. “Who I fuck or don’t fuck, is none of your business. Consider this you’re final warning, one more time I, or any other brother here, have to speak with you about this sort of fucked-up shit, you’re out. Gone. Got it?”
She nods frantically. “Yes, Hangman, I won’t do it again.” She runs off down the hall, her ass jiggling as she goes. Fuck me, if she didn’t piss me off so goddamned much by opening her mouth, I would have totally had her ass tonight. Instead, I’ll just use my hand. Shannan is a problem, and a problem I don’t want to repeat any time soon.
Chapter Twenty-two
Justine
Finishing out my latest chapter, I smile. Hangman sure gave me some good inspiration for this newest book of mine. I’m writing it loosely based on what he told me about his past, his story definitely makes for a good book.
We talked a lot this past week, but mostly about him, his life, his past, his children. It’s just up to me now to open up and I’m not quite sure how to do that. After hearing about what his daughter went through, I know what I have to tell him won’t be too bad. But not good either. Will he still want me knowing how weak I’ve been?
My phone pings with a message and I see its Carson, as he asked me to call him when we’re alone. “Having dinner with Melissa, will be talking about you, so don’t be surprised if your ears are ringing.”
I laugh at that, he’s this rough and tough biker, yet he’s a total softy, too. I wonder if he’s soft with his children, like he is me.
I text him back that it’s cool, I’m having supper with my dad tonight anyway, something I was going to invite Carson to, but won’t now since he’s got plans. Tomas hasn’t been around much this last week, and I’m wondering what’s going on with him. We used to hang out all the time, sure we were living together, or dating, but still we’ve always been attached at the hip.
I’ve tried texting him but get no replies, and I haven’t seen lights on at his house. I was about to go over there yesterday when Carson showed up, so I didn’t get the chance. But now I’m going over there, and since I don’t meet with my dad for another few hours, I’m getting answers out of Tomas. Especially since I see his car in the driveway.
Grabbing my sweater I head over, not bothering to lock the door behind me. Banging on the front door, Tomas finally opens it. “Damn, Justine, I thought you were the cops or something. Banging like that.”
I raise a brow, “And why exactly would you think it was the cops?”
Tomas laughs, “I watch a lot of cop shows, you know this.”
“Yeah, yeah, smartass. So, what’s going on?” I shove past him and go up the steps into his living room.
“Nothing, just working a lot. Why, is something wrong?” he asks, coming up behind me, looking worried.
