Birds of Hell MC, page 13
“What are we doing here?” When Fisher said we would go for a drive I didn’t imagine he was talking about coming to the damn Crow’s Nest, the clubhouse.
He opens the passenger door of my car. “Thought you’d want to be with family for this.”
I glance around the parking lot making note of how many cars there are. “What’s happened? Fisher, please.” I fear he’s going to tell me that Death’s son is dead. I’ve not heard any updates from my sister, and I didn’t have a chance to text or call her during my shift.
Fisher takes my hand, brushing his rough fingers over my knuckles. “Walk with me.”
I exit the car.
It’s too damn cold to be going for a twilight stroll, but I entertain him anyway. Fisher’s good at getting what he wants. As badly as I want him to get it over with, I don’t know if I’m prepared to hear whatever he’s about to share. Once more he takes my hand. Only now its to guide me down one of the old hiking trails that lead down to the lake. It’s as frozen as I imagine Death’s heart to be. As cold and lonely as mine was when Fisher was gone.
I follow him down the winding path. My breath visible in the night air. The pine trees loom over us, creating a canopy, partially shielding the moon. Silence surrounds us. I clutch his hand, preparing for the worst.
“Felt I should be the one to tell you.”
“Honey, you’re really starting to freak me out.”
“It’s Zuko. He’s been brought in for questioning in connection with April’s murder. I don’t know all the details yet. There were some text messages exchanged between them that don’t look good for him.”
Knees buckling, I nearly drop to the ground. Fisher steadies me in his arms.
“My brother is a lot of things, but he would never do that to April.” I can’t believe he’d have anything to do with her murder and yet I questioned if Fisher had any involvement. I don’t know what that says about me. I’m only glad he doesn’t throw my asking him if he did in my face.
“There’s one more thing you should know.”
“What’s that?”
His mouth pulls tight, then he says, “Your mother is here.”
“Take me home.”
“Babe.” He hugs me tight against his chest and kisses the top of my head.
“I can’t see her. Not tonight.” I have had enough of surprises and bad news. Her being here is the icing on the shit cake that is currently my life.
“Gentry is losing his mind and your old man is barely holding the club together.”
“They have Yara.”
“But they need their Freya.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. He knows how to play me. Convincing me that my family needs me is super rude of him, but I suck it up.
Fisher kisses me and I melt into him, thankful he’s here. Glad I don’t have to navigate this alone. It hits me like a bolt of lightning. How much I’ve missed Fisher. Missed him having my back and my front.
I missed how good we were and how good we can be.
“You ready to go in?”
“Not really, but I’m cold.”
“My Freya,” Fisher whispers, sounding nostalgic.
I can’t believe what I’m witnessing. My mother and father are seated at the bar shoulder to shoulder having a drink and engaged in civil conversation. At least I’m assuming since they aren’t at each other’s throats. Normally they can’t be in the same room together. Not since before the divorce. Nothing like a murder to bring people together I suppose. Yara is with Whiskey, sitting at a table with Gentry. That’s where Fisher and I decide to park our rears. Gentry nods at me then dives back into his conversation with our brother-in-law.
None of them are discussing the elephant in the room—our mother.
“Zuko hadn’t fucked that bitch in months. Knew she was fuckin’ trouble. Fisher knows her cunt ain’t worth the headache,” my brother states, without sparing a thought for my feelings.
“Never fucked that bitch,” Fisher grits.
“Man, whatever. We all know.”
Fisher’s chair falls back as he jumps up and snatches my brother up by his shirt. “Watch your mouth or I’m going to knock your teeth down your God damn throat.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“Guys come on. Shit. This isn’t helping,” Whiskey attempts to make peace.
“Nah. Fuck that and fuck you,” Gentry says, spitting in Fisher’s face. All hell breaks loose as the two of them go at it, throwing punches and flipping the table over. Yara and I move out of the way. We know better than to get involved. My sister learned the hard way once when Whiskey and Fat Bastard fought. She caught an elbow to the nose.
“Let them fight it out,” Yara tells me. “Gentry’s wanted a go at him since he broke your heart.” While I’m touched my brother gives a shit about me, fighting with Fisher doesn’t do a damn thing for Zuko and his legal woes.
Finally with bloodshed happening, my father wades between them. “Enough,” he barks. My mother’s gaze catches mine. She starts toward us but I shake my head. No way. She doesn’t get to show up here and play mommy. Too little too late.
Maybe if she’d been a better mother one of her sons wouldn’t be part of a murder investigation.
Chapter Eight
Gentry’s got a mean left hook on him.
I know he’s a smart ass and pissed about Zuko but he’s not going to disrespect his sister. Not on my watch. He might not think it’s a big deal. To me though, that shit burns me up. April’s bullshit fucked my life up. Freya cut off all contact with me over that unfortunate setup. That’s all it was. The bitch setting me up to save her own skin.
That cunt was always after her next pay day. I’m surprised she was fucking Zuko. Sure the club has money but not the type of money April had her sight set on. Nah. She was mixed up with a dope dealer. Said if I helped with a drop it’d pay good. Fucking paid me all right. Paid me with a three year vacation to prison.
Freya presses an ice pack to the cut over my right brow where Gentry clocked me. “You didn’t have to trade blows with him.”
“Yeah, I did. Little prick needs to know he can’t go around saying stupid shit. Not on my watch. It wasn’t cool. Was a fucked thing to say considering.”
“Is this where I thank you for you caring so much about my delicate feelings?”
“Something like that.” I grin, the action forcing me to wince. My discomfort earns me a kiss.
Freya rewards me with her sweetness. She dotes on me, tending to every scratch and cut. Giving me little kisses on each injury.
Sensing eyes on us, I glance over to see her mother watching our exchange. “I think that’s for you.”
Freya looks over her shoulder. “We need to get home.”
I don’t push it. She’ll talk to Cate when she’s ready. The decision is Freya’s. My girl has mommy issues. I sling the bag of ice in the nearby sink. “Let’s go. You want to ride with me or am I following you?”
“Follow me. I don’t want to make an extra trip to get my car later.”
“Freya, can we talk?” Cate finds her courage. The woman is a mirror image of Freya. Same dark hair. Same height. Only Cate is thicker and older.
“There’s nothing we need to say to each other.”
“I left Theo.”
“I don’t care. Though I’m not really all that surprised. Leaving is what you’re good at.”
Fuck, my baby is ice cold when she wants to be.
Cate casts her eyes to the floor. “I deserve that. I know you’re angry with me.”
“Like I said, I’m ready to leave. I learned from the best.” Freya breezes by her mother quickly, but deep down I know she’s hurting.
I don’t acknowledge Cate. Freya would see it as a betrayal, and I don’t need to do anything else to get on her bad side.
“They released Zuko,” Yara tells us as Freya grabs her jacket.
“That’s good.”
“Did you talk to Mom?”
“Nope,” she pops the P.
“Frito,” Whiskey starts in with that stupid ass nickname he gave her.
“Don’t.”
“Alright.” He holds his hands up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, man. Bright and early.”
“I’ll be there.” I don’t spot Crow around. He probably went to pick Zuko up from the station.
I walk Freya to her car then get in my truck.
I follow her to our apartment. It’s damn good to have my wheels back. To have my life back. Steady job. Steady woman at my side.
I park next to Freya outside our apartment. We need to move. Have a fresh start. A new place that isn’t tied to our past. I don’t know if she’d be down with that, but I think a change of space would be good for us both. I know it’s too soon to broach the topic, so I keep those thoughts to myself for now.
“You good?” I question once we get inside.
“Glad Zuko was let go.”
“I mean about Cate being around.”
“It’s whatever. If Yara wants to welcome her back, that’s her choice. I want nothing to do with her.” She tosses her jacket over the back of the couch and goes to the fridge. “We need food. I’m starving.”
“We can order in.”
“Or we can go out. You haven’t been out to eat in years.”
“I’m happy here with you.” I move in behind her, brushing her dark hair from her neck. I grip her hips and kiss the space behind her right ear. “This. Us. Being with you is all I need.” I press my raging hard on to her ass, ready to take her right here.
Fuck, no one turns me on like she does.
She could simply breathe, and my dick grows hard.
Freya turns into me, placing a palm over my chest. “Okay but we can’t survive off love and sex.”
“We can try.” I grin and she shakes her head.
“Such a man thing to say.”
“As if you don’t enjoy it. Could eat you morning, noon, and night. Only meal I need is that sweet cunt.”
“I’m not against this plan, it’s just we may need to venture into the real world at some point.”
“Nah. I thought we’d pick up and move out into the wild, and I’d build us a love shack with my bare hands. We can live off the land. Make love out in the open. Live naked.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” A smile plays at the corners of her lips.
“Maybe. Had a lot of time to do nothing but think. Tonight though I’d settle for a pizza.” I kiss her forehead and grab the menu stuck to the fridge with a magnet. “This place new?”
“They’ve been in about a year I think, but they have great food.”
Freya points out her favorites and we settle on sandwiches, fries, and a salad to share. While she orders, I grab a quick shower. When I step out Freya is on the phone. From what I gather it isn’t a pleasant call. Tears streak her cheeks as she stares blankly out the window that overlooks the parking lot. I pull on a pair of sweatpants.
When I reenter the living room Freya ends the call. “Thanks for calling. Yeah. Love you too.” With her phone clutched to her breast she hiccups on a sob. “That was Yara. Death’s son passed away about an hour ago.”
“Fuck.” I pull her into me. “Hate to hear it. Damn shame.” I may have my issues with the fact he fucked Freya but I would never wish this on him. It’s a God damn tragedy. “What can I do, babe?”
“You’re doing it.” She sniffles and snuggles her face into the crook of my neck. “I just know how much Death loves his son. This will destroy him.”
Before I can comment there’s a knock at the door, signaling our delivery has arrived. I doubt Freya still has an appetite. I release her to accept the food and pay.
“You want this now or…” Her mind is likely on Death. I feel for the brother. I do but that doesn’t change the fact he fucked her. The thought of them sharing a connection kills me. I keep trying to get the image I conjured up of them together out of my head, but it lives in the back of my thoughts, festering like rotting flesh.
“I can eat.” She takes one of the bags and plasters a fake smile on her face.
“You don’t have to pretend for my sake. If you want to call and express your condolences I’m not going to be pissed at you. I hate that you fucked him, but I get that you care.”
“Can you stop being so perfect.” She slaps the food onto the counter, smashing our fries.
“Want me to yell at you? Scream in your face that I hate he’s touched you. That I want to gouge out his eyes because he knows what you look like naked. Want me to tell you how I want to cut off his dick and feed it to him because its been inside you. He knows how sweet your cunt feels when you get off and it tears me up. I want to rip your clothes off and fuck your brains out. Fuck you till you forget his name. Fill you so full of my come I’m dripping out of you for weeks. So full of me that your body has no choice but to have my baby. Tattoo my God damned name on your heart as a permanent reminder that you’re mine.” I grab her face and squeeze her cheeks.
“Did you suck his dick?” I grab the dish soap off the sink and go to squirt it in her mouth. Freya slaps at my hands. The plastic bottle sails across the room. I grip the waist of her jeans and jerk them down her legs. I cup her pussy over her black lace panties. “Did he eat your pussy, Freya? The pussy that belongs to me. That you swore would always be mine.”
“Shut up.”
“Did he make you scream his name? How many times did he fuck you?”
“Stop it, Fisher.”
“Nah, babe. You wanted me mad. Want an excuse to go running to make sure he’s okay, right?”
“I just want to eat my fucking sandwich, you asshole.”
“You want something in that mouth?” I jerk my belt buckle open and whip out my dick.
“Really, Fisher. You think I’m going to blow you after the shit you spouted. Dream on.”
“You sure as hell aren’t running off to give it up to Death.” I push her face down on the counter. You gonna scream for me like you did him?”
“I hate you.”
I yank her panties down and rub my fingers between her legs. I pump two fingers inside her tight hole. “Some nights, laying in my damn cell, all I could think about was this right here. My sweet Freya. Your pretty cunt that was always eager to take my dick. Thought about you so much it fuckin’ hurt to breathe. The thought of your face cut me so damn deep I wanted to claw my way out of my own skin in hopes I’d forget your name. Forget the sounds you make when I fuck you from behind. Waited three fuckin’ years for this and you want to throw what we had away over some dumb shit. Believed lies easier than me telling you that I love you. Gave my pussy up to one of my brothers behind my back and yet I stayed here. Took it like a man.”
“I think you need to leave,” she croaks. A lonely tear trickles down her left cheek as I loom over her, and I lick it.
“Why? So you can call him? Offer to suck his dick in consolation? Nah, babe. Not happening. You’re my girl. Not fuckin’ sharing you with any-damn-body.” I pump my fingers harder and faster in her tight heat. Freya can pretend she doesn’t want this. That she doesn’t want me but she’s fucking dripping wet. “Pussy is soaked. Practically running down your thighs. You like it when I take you like this. Get rough and remind you who owns you.” I take away my fingers and she cries out at the loss of the sensation. I slap her ass and grab a handful of her thick globe.
“This pussy is mine, Freya. You only come when I say. You only touch it when I say.” I kick at her ankles, so she’ll stretch her legs further apart. “Spread like a good girl for me.” I position my cock between her ass cheeks, teasing the rim of her asshole with the head.
“Fisher,” she pleads, as I rid her of her shirt and bra.
“That’s it. Say my name. Let the whole world hear who possesses this pussy, Freya.” I line up with her sweet hole and glide right in. Freya holds onto the counter as I drive my dick deeper in. My balls slap her ass with every fucking thrust. I take her rough and savage, giving her no reprieve and no escape from each brutal blow as I pull her hair and reach around to tweak one of her nipples. I roll and pinch the taught skin between my fingers showing no mercy.
Her body will be marked with my love. Every god damned inch of her. My teeth cut into her shoulder until I draw blood. The metallic taste coats my lips.
“Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she says on a pant. Her muscles start to squeeze my cock. Right when she’s about to come, I pull out and leave her writhing. “What the fuck?” Her head snaps up.
I stroke my rigid length and smirk at her. “You want this dick? Want it to make you come? Want my permission to get off?” I continue to stroke my dick as she seethes at me.
“You’re a cocksucker.”
“Baby, only one of us loves having a fat cock in their mouth and it sure as fuck ain’t me. Now get up on the counter so I can eat you till you come all over my face.”
Freya grabs one of the sandwiches and hurls it at my head. I duck and it splats on the window, leaving a trail of grease in its wake. “Get out. Get your shit and go.”
I take two steps toward her as she inches along the counter. “I hope you’re not on the pill because I’m going to chain you to me in every possible way.” I lunge, hooking an arm around her waist. Her fingernails dig into me leaving crescent shape depressions in my skin as I carry her to the bedroom.
“Let me go, Fisher.” Her hand whips back before her palm connects with my face. I grab her by both wrists and drop her onto the bed, pinning her to the mattress.
Her toes press against my stomach as she kicks against me.
“Really think you can win this fight? We both know you want me to hold you down and fuck you till you can’t see or walk straight. Tell me you don’t want it, baby. Go ahead. Fight me.” I lick my lips and she spits in my face.
“I hate you, Riley Fisher.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.” I scrub a palm over my face and shove her legs apart. I dive between her thighs, delving my tongue inside her pussy.
Freya grabs onto the short length of my hair and tugs. I lick, suck, and tongue fuck her cunt till she creams my face.
