Page 2 of Hell & Back

Tonight was the night Darren and Tuck would get their revenge against that fucker Kitowski for roughing up Kylie when he and his questionable crew raided the Sons of Redemption clubhouse under the direction of the late Chief of Police David Whitener. Tuck hadn’t been there at the time it happened because he’d been dealing with Tornado Taylor, but Darren had been and he remembered every single second of it.

He remembered a group of men dressed in black tactical gear from head to toe barging in and ordering everyone out to the parking lot, pushing them roughly to their knees. His hands were being zip-tied behind his back when Kylie was escortedoutside to join them. The prick jerking her around by her arm wasn’t anymore gentle with her than they had been with the brothers. The man shoved her to her knees on the gravel-strewn asphalt next to Darren. She flinched, but didn’t cry out when the gravel bit into her knees.

She tried to adjust her position, presumably looking for someplace to set her knee that didn’t have a rock on it, but was roughly shoved to her stomach without warning. With his hands restrained behind his back, he had no choice but to helplessly watch and thank his lucky stars that she was able to throw her hands out to catch herself before her face hit the pavement. Before he could be grateful for that small favor, Kitowski pinned her to the ground with his booted foot to her neck, making her face grind into the rough surface. Another officer called him out on his rough behavior and helped her back to her knees. Not liking being called out by a fellow officer in front of a group of bikers, Kitowski cranked her arm behind her back hard enough that Darren couldn’t believe the asshole hadn’t broken it. As he applied a zip tie, Darren clenched his jaws tight, vowing to get even for Kylie. Come hell or high water, the man was going to pay.

Darren had never forgotten about the dirty cop or how he had gotten overly handsy with Kylie during the pat down. Despite all the shit the club had been going through with Chet and the Phantom Furies MC, he’d watched and planned. He’d patiently bided his time and kept an eye on him, learning his routines regarding work and after hours fun. He’d discovered Kitowski had a thing for redheads, which worked out well since they had a sweet butt named Lynette at the clubhouse that was all in to help him and Tuck get revenge.

He’d sent her into Kitowski’s favorite bar and she “happened” to run into him. Lynette was a sweet woman who liked to hang with the brothers, have a good time and welcomedthe protection the club offered to those pulled into their circle. She’d gone home with him that night and they’d fucked. Before she left, he’d made plans to see her again the next night.

Tuck’s earlier phone call, the one leading them to Kitowski’s, was from Lynette. She was letting them know the drug she’d given him at Darren’s instruction had kicked in and to tell them the video camera was up and running.

“Waited a long time for this, brother,” Tuck announced after they’d climbed off their bikes in Kitowski’s driveway.

“Yeah. I know. Not a day went by that I didn’t think about how to get even with the fucker.” Darren led the way to the front door, finding Lynette had left it unlocked as he’d asked. “Show time.”

He reached for the doorknob when the sound of Tuck’s chuckle behind him drew his attention. “What is it?”

Tuck waved his phone and said, “Lynette sent us some pictures and a couple of videos.”

The plan had been for Lynette to get Kitowski good and doped up then take some incriminating pictures of the two of them that he wouldn’t want leaked out to the general public. It was her idea to suggest that her friend, Justin, come along for the ride. As it turned out the man was bi and thought it would be a lot of fun to teach Kitowski a lesson after hearing what he’d done to Kylie.

Darren opened the front door and, thanks to Lynette’s directions, went straight for the master bedroom. He pushed the door open and couldn’t help but smirk at the scene before him. Kitowski was passed out in the middle of his bed, sprawled out and lying on his stomach. The funniest thing was what was between his ass cheeks. Either Lynette or Justin had inserted a butt plug that was topped with a fox’s tail.

Tuck stood next to him, laughing. “Geez. It almost looks like a fox crawled into his ass.” He pulled out his phone and got apicture of it to add to the others she had already sent them to use as blackmail. She’d told Tuck the really good stuff was in the video.

Lynette greeted the two of them with a big smile as they entered the room. She was getting dressed, while Justin was sitting at the end of the bed pulling on his shoes. “Hey, guys.” She pulled her hair on top of her head in a messy bun and grabbed the duffel bag she’d brought with her. She must have carried sex toys, lube and who knew what else in it for the night’s festivities.

“Everything go okay? Kitowski give you any problems?” Tuck asked.

“No. No problems. Easy peasy,” she declared.

“Thanks, Lynette.” Darren stepped out of the doorway and gave her arm a gentle squeeze as she stepped into the hallway. “We appreciate your help with this. And Justin,” he turned to the man pulling on his shirt. “Thanks for having Lynette’s back.”

“Having Lynnie’s back is never a problem.” The smile he shot the woman made Darren wonder if the guy had feelings for her that went beyond friendship.

“Well thanks all the same. Swing by the clubhouse sometime on a Friday or Saturday night.”

Justin accepted his handshake. “Sounds good.”

“You guys can take off now. We’ve got it from here.” Tuck hugged Lynette and shook Justin’s hand.

Justin stopped and turned in the doorway and grinned. “Believe it or not, the man gives good head and I especially enjoyed taking his virgin ass. As you’ll see in the video, he got off on it.” With that, he took Lynette’s hand in his before taking off down the hall.

Tuck grabbed the video camera from the dresser and rewound it back a little. “Ohhh! Justin does not lie. Kitowskireallyenjoyed getting his ass fucked.” He turned the camera soDarren could watch as Kitowski, on his knees, buried his face between Lynette’s thighs and Justin hammered his ass from behind. The man was moaning and groaning and begging for more when all of a sudden he shot his cum all over the bed sheets beneath him.

“Time to wake the bastard up.” Darren moved to the middle of the bed, put his knee to the edge, careful not to kneel in any wet spots and tapped Kitwoski’s face hard. After the second time, Kitowski began to stir.

With a bleary-eyed slow blink, he finally focused on Darren. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” His voice sounded like he’d swallowed glass. It was gravelly and cracked as he spoke. He must have done a whole lot of screaming during sex. Darren wondered how much the man remembered of the night’s events. Kitowski turned his head this way and that, probably searching for Lynette and Justin. Not finding them, his head dropped back onto his pillow.

“We’re here to get our payback,” Darren replied.

“Payback for what?” Kitoski’s eyes started to drift shut again.

Darren smacked him on the back of his head to get his attention and to make him focus. “For fucking with the Sons for one thing and for hurting our woman for another. Our friend Lynette was kind enough to send us some of the highlights from tonight.” He pulled up a video on his phone and turned it around for Kitowski to see. The man’s eyes went round and his face paled as he watched himself sucking off another man, while the other man was saying, “Yeah, that’s right. I’m coming, so take it all, bitch.”

Kitowski swallowed hard, looking a little green around the gills. He rolled to his side and started to sit up when he shouted, “What the fuck is wrong with my ass?!” He turned his head to get a better look and screamed in horror. He shot out of the bed and bolted for the master bathroom.

Darren and Tuck enjoyed a big laugh as they listened to Kitowski ranting and raving as he tried to figure out how to remove the foreign object from his ass. A loud shout from the bathroom stated to them that he’d figured it out but not without a lot of pain. He stumbled back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Which one of you fuckers shoved a butt plug in my ass?” he grated through clenched teeth.

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