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“No wonder Uncle Flynn was so happy with your kill. He fucking hated that fucker. Oh, your gift is outside. Come on,” He smirks, grabbing my hand again and leading me back out the doors. I swear I have whiplash when he’s around—always moving, never sitting still. At first when he said Flynn was happy about my kill, I thought he was talking about the guys, not D’mitri. It makes me wonder what he did over there that landed him here with me. Cillian is Flynn O’Patricks’ right-hand man’s son. He’s not related to the O’Patrick’s, but he might as well be. He has been training all his life to work for the IRA. He’s lean but not super skinny; his nickname, Slim, was because he was always tall and lanky. He has filled out, and he got hot. He’s 6’4 with a shaved head, light brown eyes, a sharp jawline, and pouty lips. Sheesh. If it weren’t because I’ve known him my entire life, I’d definitely try to smash. I take a deep breath and try to keep up with this guy as he walks further into the compound.
He leads me to the parking lot where I see a completely blacked-out matte black G-wagon. The tint is super dark with black rims. He unlocks it and opens the driver side door. The inside is custom made, with a black interior and deep red leather seats. The interior lights even glow a sultry red. Holy fucking shit, this is dope. I think I’m gonna name her Scarlett. Slim hands me the keys and we hop in.?
“Holy shit, this is fucking amazing; let’s take her for a spin!” I say excitedly.?
“Wait, can you run inside and get my cut off the bar? We can go have some fun; I just need to grab some shit out of my car first.” I wink. Slim climbs out and heads for the clubhouse. I walk to my car and grab some Snow and two Red Bulls. As I walk back to my new G-wagon, I toss my old keys to the prospect named Toothless.
“Give those to my dad, please.” I say.?
“No problem Princess. Have fun with your new whip. She’s gorgeous, just like you.” Toothless winks. I gag because, fuck right the fuck off, little man. Waiting for Slim to get back, I divvy us up some lines. I know he’s into uppers, so we might as well fly high and fuck some shit up tonight. Slim finally emerges and gets in, throwing my cut in the backseat. He looks over at me with the broadest smile on his gorgeous face.
“Is this my welcoming gift?” he winks.
“Fuck yeah, it is. You ready to fuck shit up, Slim?” I raise a brow.?
“Damn right, my little Bugbutt; off into the night we go.” He laughs, connecting his phone to the stereo and blasting “S&M” by Rihanna. He takes the hundo from my fingers and snorts the silky white powder. I follow suit. We both look at each other and laugh.?
“It’s so good to be bad,” he chuckles as we leave the compound.
If you only knew.
18
Acid Dreams
-Jade-
Sweat pours from my body as my hips grind to “Temperature” by Sean Paul, blasting through the speakers of the club. I take a sip of my vodka Red Bull, wiping the sweat from my brow. Slim is across from me, grinding with some blonde chick. She’s cute enough with big tits. He can do better, but who cares if she’s a sure thing? Just fuck ‘em and dump ‘em.?He smiles at me as he rubs his dick all over said chick, wiggling his eyebrows. I laugh, shaking my head at him. One of my favorite songs, “Addict” by Neffex, starts playing. Someone comes up behind me, grinding into my ass, grabbing my hips just the right way. He trails his nose up my neck and whispers in my ear.
“You smell so good, Babygirl. Shake that ass on my dick.” My heart does a flip. I turn my head to get a look at him because it can’t be who I want it to be. No way. He wraps his hand around my throat while his other hand toys with the seam of my shorts, still dancing in sync with me. My breath hitches, and he whispers again.
“Did you think leaving the house looking like that wouldn’t get you into trouble? You’re out here on this dance floor just asking to be fucked. I’ve watched you tease all these men long enough.” He squeezes my throat tighter. I grind harder into him. He slips his hand into my jean shorts and rubs slow circles on my clit. Thank God I chose not to wear panties tonight. I groan softly.?
“I bet I can make you cum, and take your breath away, before the song is over,” he challenges, squeezing my throat tighter. I push his hand further into my shorts, my hips chase his fingers, and he chuckles. Why do a dead man’s fingers feel so good? I’m imagining all of this, right? It’s the drugs. There’s no way Spade is here. Let alone finger fucking me in the middle of a club, but ya know what? I feel alive, and if this is what it takes to be close to him for a moment, then that’s what I will do. He squeezes my throat tighter, cutting off my air as his thumb flicks my clit repeatedly, and his other fingers move slowly in and out of my drenched cunt. It’s fucking torture, but yet it feels so fucking good. He picks up the pace.
“Come on, be a good girl and cum for me,” he growls, squeezing my throat tighter, I start to see black spots. I’m so fucking close. He pinches my clit, and I shatter all over his hand. He’s going to kill me by orgasm and choke the life out of me. Tears stream down my face. My emotions are all over the place. I want to hug, kiss, and feel his warm skin on mine, but he hasn’t let go. He tightens his grip on my throat to where it’s not fun anymore. He pinches my clit again, pulling at the piercing. Tears continue to fall down my cheeks. I try to move, but I can’t. I can’t breathe; everything is swaying. The strobe lights are dull, and darkness is creeping in.?
“Should have done it yourself, coward. Now clean yourself up, coke whore. I’ll be seeing you soon.” He growls and tosses me toward the ground. I try to take a deep breath, trying to stop myself from hitting the floor, but muscular arms grab me and it hits me. Sandalwood, patchouli, and whiskey fill my nostrils.?
“Rio,” I rasp.?
“Shh,” the voice whispers, and that’s the last thing I hear before complete darkness takes over.?
Lights flash behind my eyelids; I’m so out of it, but I feel warm arms and low voices surround me. A door slams, another door opens, paws clap against the tile floor. Someone carries me and I feel a nose rubbing against my cheek, followed by a tender kiss on my forehead. My body feels heavy; my thoughts are jumbled. One second, I was on the dance floor with Slim having the time of our lives, and the next minute, I was being finger fucked by a dead man. Did that even happen? Did I imagine that entire encounter? I’m placed on a bed softly and clothes are torn from my body, but I can’t move or scream out. I feel and hear everything. Hands are on my body, tugging harshly at my nipples, then someone slaps my drenched pussy. What the fuck is happening? Why can’t I fight back??
“How does it feel to be powerless, Babygirl?” He laughs, biting my jaw.
“Should I pour salt on your swollen clit? See how you like the burn eating at your flesh while you’re completely helpless.” He taunts. Someone peels my thighs apart and blows on my clit, then licks the tip. This feels so real; but it has to be a dream. They are dead. I ordered the twins to kill them. THIS ISN’T REAL! Monty must have sold me a bad batch because these hallucinations are getting worse and worse by the day. I need to wake the fuck up.
“We should fill every single one of her holes and suffocate the bitch, since she wanted to burn us alive, let’s get off while we kill her.” Spade chuckles sinisterly. I’m fucking sorry, God damn it. I was high, I was fucking hurting, and not thinking about the repercussions of my actions. I’m sorry, just stop this! I want to scream out, but I can’t; I can’t even find my voice. Nothing, no movement.?
“Or we can use her as our personal cum dumpster.” Dario replies. Please, I’m sorry. What do I need to do for you to forgive me? I know I fucked up; I know. But I’m hurting; I’m a fucking mess, and even more so without you both. Is Jameson even here? I feel like I would know if he was here. He makes his presence known to me, but then again, I left them all to burn alive. And for what??
“Fuck, Jameson is really missing out, her pussy bar is bleeding. I guess I get to gloat on this one,” Spade says as he licks my clit. His fucking tongue feels magical against my new piercing. God, I missed him.?
“Jameson is too busy skull fucking the guy she was with. I hope he doesn’t kill him because I’m not in the mood to clean up his fucking mess.” Dario whines. What the fuck? Jameson skull fucking Slim is not a punishment. Jokes on them. He loves gagging on cock, but that’s a secret only Kayla and I know. Spade pinches my clit.?
“Maybe I should spit her blood into her cunt of a mouth. I can’t fucking stand the sight of her right now. I want to slice her throat. I want her to fucking bleed for me the same way I did for her.” Spade says through gritted teeth. I know, Babyboy, I know. I FUCKING KNOW. I deserve it. I didn’t let them explain. I allowed the drugs and my spiraling to take over my thoughts and emotions, and I killed the only men who ever showed me what love is—the only ones. I trusted them. Why did they have to kill her? Why??
