Page 3 of Hell & Back

“Oh, it wasn’t either of us. And that plug wasn’t the only thing you’ve had in your ass tonight.” Tuck turned the video camera around to show him the video of Justin plowing him from behind and how Kitowski had been begging him to fuck him harder right before he came huge from the experience. The man who had terrorized and physically hurt Kylie looked from the video, to them, and back. His face had started to get a little color back, but went completely white again as he spun and ran for the bathroom again. This time they could hear him throwing up.

Darren leaned against the wall near the door to the hall and Tuck took a seat on the dresser waiting for Kitowski to come back out. This time when he returned, he’d found a pair of sweatpants somewhere in his bathroom and pulled them on.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. You looked like you got off and enjoyed the hell out of it,” Tuck taunted. “I mean, you were begging him to fuck you harder and honestly,” he tipped his head to the side and scratched his stubbled chin, “you were lucky a guy as good looking as him even fucked you.”

Kitowski wasn’t stupid. He knew his life was fucked as long as they had the video. “What do you guys want?” His hands were on his hips and his head hung low, looking completely defeated.

“You had to have known that fucking with our woman would earn you payback.” Darren waited until his head came up before he continued. “We thought long and hard about how to best get our revenge. Then it came to us. We would get you fucked up andhave two of our friends,under ourprotection, to literally fuck you. We could have come here and beat the ever loving shit out of you, maybe maimed you for life, but that would only feed the need for you to retaliate. And it would go on and on and on. You getting even with us and us having to return the favor.”

Darren pushed off from the wall and moved closer. “Now, the way I see it, as long as you stay as far away from the Sons and any and all people under our umbrella of protection, you’ll continue to breathe. You will especially run the opposite way if you ever see our woman on the street. If you keep your mouth shut and consider us even, we won’t send out this video to the entire sheriff’s department or upload it for the whole world to see.”

The muscle in Kitowski’s jaw started to tic until Darren told him the video would be sent out far and wide.

Darren stepped closer until they were toe to toe. “Once the thought of what you’ve just done sinks in and the possibility of that video getting out isn’t enough of a deterrent to keep you from trying to retaliate, maybe the thought of your dick being cut off and put in a pickle jar will be.”

Kitowski swallowed hard at the feel of Darren’s sharp blade pressing into his dick.

“We good? We even for what you did to the Sons and our woman?” Darren asked.

Kitowski nodded rapidly. “Yes,” he choked.

“Yes, what?” Darren pushed.

“Yes. We’re good. We’re even,” he stuttered nervously.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Darren tapped his cheek roughly and stepped back. Done with what he set out to do, it was time to leave. Time to get back to Kylie. “You might even consider leaving Redemption,” he tossed over his shoulder and exited the room.

Tuck hopped off the dresser and waggled the video camera at him. “We’ll send you a copy.”

Darren smiled to himself at the sound of Kitowski’s strangled cry as he walked down the hall and out the front door.

Sure, ending the man’s life would have been the quickest, easiest, most satisfying way to ensure he never came at Kylie or the club again, but Kitowski being a deputy complicated things. If he up and disappeared, there would be an investigation of anyone and everyone that had a gripe with him. Darren was sure the list would be a long one, but he couldn’t take the chance that it would inevitably point toward them. The last thing they needed was a battle on two fronts; the sheriff’s department and the Phantom Furies MC.

Tuck was laughing as he stowed the camera in his saddle bag and straddled his bike. “Think he’ll be questioning his sexuality after coming so hard with a guy’s dick in his ass?”

Darren chuckled, happy to have finally checked Kitowski off his to do list. “Yeah. I have no doubt.”

DARREN

Tuck raised his hand to get Darren’s attention and pointed toward the gas station. Darren nodded his understanding and pulled in alongside his friend next to the pumps and shut their bikes off. Darren climbed off and raised his arms above his head, stretching while Tuck swiped his card at the pump.

He smiled as he checked his phone for missed messages. One was from Kylie wanting Oreo cookies and chocolate milk. Tuck was sure to have the same message since she usually sent this type of message to both of them in hopes that one of them would see it and pick up whatever she was craving at the moment.

He was surprised to see she was still awake. He’d bet she’d been dozing off and on in front of the television, not wanting to go to bed until her men got home. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and told Tuck about Kylie’s cravings. “She wants Oreos and chocolate milk. I’m going inside to look for it. Hopefully, it’ll keep us from having to make another stop.”

“Sounds good.” Tuck placed the nozzle in his bike’s tank and started pumping gas.

Darren entered the convenience store and searched the aisles until he found one with cookies, cakes and candy. He grabbed a bag of Oreos and almost choked at the price. It was nearly double what he paid at the grocery store. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to spend the money, it was the fact that the convenience store was charging so much for them. He shook his head and went in search of the chocolate milk. All they had was half gallons. He debated on whether or not he should buy just one half gallon or if he should buy two. If he bought one and Kylie’s craving wasn’t satisfied because Tuck drank most of it, he’d just have to go to the grocery store tomorrow to get more. He shook his head and grabbed two half gallons. He wasn’t sure who liked chocolate milk more, Kylie or Tuck.

He meandered through the aisles, a bag of jalapeño Cheetos catching his eye. He tucked a bag under his arm and headed toward the check out. He’d have to hide the bag from Kylie in an upper cabinet or she’d eat the whole bag by herself. Not that she was gorging herself on junk food. No. She was eating really well with only the occasional craving that got the better of her. He would have to hide them because when she ate anything spicy, she got the world’s worst heartburn.

He placed his items on the counter and returned the clerk’s greeting.

“Oreos and chocolate milk,” the middle-aged man chuckled. “That’s what my wife craved when she was pregnant with our first child. Couldn’t stand the stuff with the second.”

Darren returned his friendly smile. “Yeah. My girl’s pregnant and having cravings.”

The clerk, his name tag declaring his name Stan, started to ring him up and bag his purchases. While Stan did his job, Darren’s gaze wandered from checking out the variety of scratch-off lottery tickets under the glass counter to the assortment of cigarettes on display on the wall behind Stan. Glancing out the window, Darren watched as Tuck replaced the nozzle back in the pump and headed this way. He probably thought he needed to tell him to buy two chocolate milks. Darren’s mouth kicked up on one side, thinking it funny having already figured that out on his own.

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