Kill him? Now there’s a thought. Follow him. He’s gotta leave sooner or later and when he does, follow him and end this once and for all. No more weak Jade. No more allowing men to stain her. No more scars. No fucking more. Time to change.
I’m done with his games. I’m done with his control. His sick twisted version of a game that could very well get a person killed. He wants to play then play we shall to the death.
Downing the last of my drink, I storm toward my door and out into the inky, black night. The air is cool, refreshing on my heated skin.‘This is most definitely a stupid idea, Jade. Poking the devil is never a good idea. You, out of anyone, should know just how dangerous he is.’My good little angel speaks to me as the devil angel with her broken halo laughs.‘This should be fucking good.’She injects into this one-sided conversation my brain is having with itself. I keep storming over to where he’s sitting in his car, smoking yet another smoke watching me with blood red eyes.
“Well, well, well. Look who decided she wants to come and play… a not so caged little bird.” I still snapped my head back as the good runs and the devil sits rubbing her hands together. ‘He knows shit Jade.’ The good angel speaks shakily from behind the devil's shoulder.
My heart stops. He said what?
What did he just call me?
I question inwardly as the devil angel pipes up with‘Little bird.’Like I didn’t actually hear what the douche canoe had said to me.
And the good angel cowers‘See I told you, he knows shit. It’s Carl. What did you expect?’She snaps out.I fucking know who it is. I snap back inside the walls of my mind at them both. They are eyeing me, one with concerned eyes and the other with amusement as she gets off on this shit.
“Got you thinking, haven’t I, little bird?” I try to shove down the newly formed lump of concrete in my throat.
“No, not at all.” I look him dead in the eyes.
“Got ya tough pants on, babe?”
“Na, not at all, Carl. I’m just not intimated by your worthless frame anymore.” He claps his hands together ash falling from the ember tip of his smoke.
“Wow, babe. Who knew fucking a biker would look so good on you?” My fists clench at his words
“Well, it’s a fuck lot better than fucking the basic dick you have,” I bite back at him. I’m rather happy with myself. The old Jade would have cowered and allowed him to beat me down and kick the air from my body… suffocate the fire inside.
Good angel is shaking her head.‘Girl stop provoking the Devil.’she cries.
While the devil is clapping her hands.‘Well done! That was epic.’
“Carl, you can also fuck off and leave me alone,” I spit out as I turn to walk back up to my apartment.
I wasn’t even a quarter of the way back to my apartment, the rocky tar seal imprinting into the bottom of my feet through thin soles of my fluffy bunny slippers, when the deep growl of 81’s bike sounds out close behind me. I pause walking as he pulls up beside me. I am far too exhausted and slightly drunk to be dealing with this right now. A pissing contest is about to go down between the two of them, no doubt, if the last encounter was anything to go by.
My eyes are heavy with whiskey and my body still reeling from the effects of the drugs from two days ago when he looks at me. Then his eyes move to Carl sitting in the car. His eyes return to me, sliding over my body to my feet and back up again. The vibration of his bike idling sends tingling vibrations through my body as I look back at him. The same dance again, it seems to be all I do with both of these men.
“Get on the bike, Jade.” His voice cut through the loud, sensual engine of… what is that? A Harley.‘Yes, Jade. It’s a fucking Harley’The devil angel says to me, while the good angel had passed out from the mere shock of this overstimulated encounter.
I laugh out at the tone he used… all dad like. He spun his vison hard on me, making my knees feel weak. “Little bird, you’re mine and I said get on the bike now!” he snaps, and Carl coughed behind him. Great, this has to be going down in front of him.
“Um, 81, you do not just declare someone is yours and decide that you have the right to tell them what to do. You can’t just order me to be yours,” I hissed trying to sound strong and not slur as the whiskey mixing with the last of the drugs inside my blood stream made me feel a little faded.
I look at him, scared for what will come from him. “Oooo, smack the bitch in the teeth for answering back you. Obviously, you haven’t learned to keep that pretty little mouth shut, babe.” Carl adds into the night air, cutting me deep. Making my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I haven’t even filled 81 in on my nightmare that was this monster and his hands.
I wait and watch 81. He doesn't move, he doesn't yell, he doesn't throw fists at me or kicks. He doesn't even throw me over his shoulder and spank me, he just stares at me with a cold gaze. “I didn’t order you to be mine, you just are mine, little bird.” His voice flatlines my heart. I’m completely done with that one statement from the beast’s mouth. I throw my hands up in the air and allow my shoulders to collapse.My I run my tongue over my bottom lip to moisten the sudden dry cracks which have surfaced from not enough water and far too much fucking stress. His eyebrows rise as he kicks down the stand lowering the still humming bike, then swings his leg off it. My eyes roll over him dressed in his leather cut, black jeans, combat boots and his reapers T-shirt. He is a fucking god who approximately six hours ago I was under with his lips and hardened cock on me.
I move my eyes to follow the movement of his hands as he removes his cap, running his hand through his hair before placing it on the handlebars of the bike. ‘If he is wanting you to get on this death trap, why is he removing his helmet and not offering you one.’the fucking logical thinking good angel has come to and is asking questions.‘Because, dumbass, he’s a fucking biker. They do shit different, ok?’the devil angel interjects causing me to giggle slightly. “Something funny, little bird?” 81 leans closer to me, his body humming with desire as he looks at me. Mine reacts to his presence more than it should have in front of that douche canoe Carl.
“No, nothing.” I shake my head. My eyes move to Carl’s and his eyes are burning with hate. His jaw is clenched, I know that look and I know how to retreat from it before I am the one getting shit kicked.
81 feels me retreat, he knows my body. It’s one of the things that amazes me about this monster.
He presses me back behind him slightly as he leans back on the bike still sending sensual vibrations up through the road and into my core.
“Get on the bike, little bird. Now,” he bites.
“Yeah, little bird, do as your biker bitch tells ya.” Carl laughs out and I close my eyes. ‘Oh, fuck me. That right there, boy, was the wrong thing to say to this jacked-up biker.’ The devil angel says inside my mind as I try to breathe.
