Page 94 of Hell & Back

Darren thought the enforcer should have kept that last part to himself.

“Yeah and you never will.” Crockett punched RIP in the balls, doubling him over. He shoved him to the floor onto his stomach and wrapped his arm around RIP’s throat, pulling back hard. He mounted him from behind and there was no mistaking it when he forced his dick into RIP’s ass. The bigger man screamed and bucked, trying to dislodge him.

“Ooooh!” Every Son in the living room groaned and cringed at the invasion.

“One thing you always seem to forget,” Crockett grunted in the other man’s ear. “I’m the president for a fucking reason. I’m the baddest motherfucker in the club. How do you think I got the title?” He thrust harder and faster, over and over, grunting with the effort. RIP’s face was red and screwed up in pain, spit leaking down his chin. Darren bet the fucker had never been at anyone’s mercy before and that alone would enrage RIP. Normally, he wouldn’t condone this kind of torture, but then again he believed in an eye for an eye.

“Son of a bitch! Look at Crockett go!” Jed’s eyes were round. “I can’t believe he’s able to hold RIP down long enough to fuck him.”

Dagger laughed. “Don’t let his smaller size fool you. Crockett’s one of the meanest sons of bitches you’ll ever meet.”

“I don’t think RIP is going to let this slide,” Jackson said. “He’ll want payback once he can get upright again.”

Crockett thrust one more time and held himself buried deep as he groaned loudly. “Fuuuuuck! Goddamn!” Once he wasfinished he pulled out and flopped to the side, lying on his back and gasping for air.

“Well,” RIP grimaced and panted as he turned over onto his back, “was it worth it?”

“Fuck yeah. I feel like I can breathe again.” Crockett must have been completely addled in the head from coming so hard after being denied for so long, otherwise, he would have anticipated RIP’s next move.

The bigger man moved with more speed than Darren would have expected. He was up on his knees and hovering over Crockett. He threw a punch to the other man’s jaw so hard, it left Crockett disoriented. Because of his swift move, he was able to flip Crockett to his stomach to return the favor. He thrust into Crockett’s ass, wringing a string of screamed curse words from his president. He looped his big bicep around Crockett’s throat and applied pressure. “You might be a badass motherfucker, but you’re old and weak and I’m going to fuck your cold dead ass.” With that he positioned one hand on his forehead and the other beneath his chin then jerked violently to the side, snapping his neck. True to his word, RIP fucked Crockett’s dead ass until he threw his head back and screamed his release.

“Wow. Just. Wow.” Tuck’s eyes were as wide as Jed’s.

“Did not see that coming,” Jackson stated what everyone was thinking.

After a few stunned moments of silence so everyone could wrap their heads around what just went down, Race asked, “Who won?”

“Dagger won when he picked Crockett to fuck RIP first as well as picking the closest time it would take.” Tulsa shook his head and laughed as he handed over his money. “He’s got to be the luckiest son of a bitch.”

Race turned to Darren. “You good?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s go downstairs and finish it.” Race led the way back to the basement this time.

Tuck opened the door to find RIP standing over Crockett’s body, his arms out to his sides with a crazed huge ass smile on his face. “Last man standing.”

Darren didn’t respond. Standing just inside the door, he raised his gun and put a perfect bullet hole right in his forehead. The big man dropped like a sack of potatoes, landing on top of Crockett. It was over. Finally, he’d gotten his justice for what they’d put him through and for shooting and almost killing Tuck. Maybe he should have let Tuck have the final shot, but his friend seemed to know he needed this. That’s what best friends were for; to have your back in everything. A huge weight felt like it had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt lighter than he had in weeks.

“All right, now take your pills and get in the car,” Race ordered.

“I still have to clean this up.” Darren frowned. He’d made the mess, he should be the one to clean it up.

“No. You need to take your pills and get in the car. Dagger, Jed, Jackson and Trick are going to take care of this. You need to get home to Kylie.” He patted him on the shoulder. “Come on. I’ll get you home.”

Darren didn’t know what to think. He shouldn’t be surprised that his whole club had been there for him, going along with whatever he needed to do to find peace. This right here was but one example of why he’d become a brother in the Sons of Redemption MC.

“Here.” Tuck tapped a bottle of water on Darren’s arm.

Nodding his head in thanks, he took the water and downed both pills. With any luck he’d sleep the whole ride back to Redemption, waking up only when they arrived back at theclubhouse. The first thing he was going to do was track Kylie down and fuck her like crazy.

19

KYLIE

Kylie was coming back from the kitchen with a chocolate cake. She’d purposely waited until all the kids were at the rec building before she went in search of something to satisfy her chocolate craving. She’d offered to bring something back for the other old ladies, but they’d all declined for one reason or another. Calliope was trying not to eat chocolate because it tended to cause Harper to fight sleep when she breast fed her. Lindsey didn’t breast feed Declan, but she said she was trying to get rid of her baby weight although she’d only had him less than two months ago. Ginny and Jane had declined because they said they were still full from breakfast. Bellamy didn’t want any because everything seemed to give her heartburn right now.

She cut herself a piece of cake and then poured herself a glass of milk. She debated on whether or not to take it back with her or if she should eat it in the kitchen. Hiking her hip on a bar stool at the island, she settled in to enjoy her cake. Her eyes almostrolled into the back of her head with the first bite. “Mmmm. This is so good.” The frosting was so thick and yummy, she ate every last bite, even going so far as to lick her fork clean. She smiled when her baby girl kicked. “I guess you like chocolate cake, too.” She patted her stomach as she slid off her stool then made sure to put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher before she headed back to the others. As she passed Maverick at the end of the bar, she couldn’t help but overhear him say, “He said his name was Tinker?” He listened then responded, “Fuck. Let him in.”

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