Page 25 of Unmasking Mayhem
“Trying is all I ask,” I reply softly, my heart swelling with something hopeful for the first time amidst the chaos—an ember of resolve. “I just want to know where you stand.”
My pussy clenches around him, and in just seconds I soak his cock, having one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. He takes a step back and slides out of me, our bodies trembling, hands slipping away from my waist as a measured distance forms between us—one filled with anticipation.
“You know how our lives are intertwined. Raze and I have always had each other’s backs—everything we’ve done has been to create a bond, a family… a place where we belong. But the darker truths run deep. Trust me, this is not the life I wanted for either of us.”
My heart twinges as I listen to his words. I feel the sincerity in his confession, but worry gnaws at me. “But what do you mean by that? What part have you two played that I don’t know?”
He hesitates, running a hand through his hair, like he’s trying to gather his thoughts amid the storm of uncertainty that surrounds us.
“It was never just about the physical fights or the bonds in our gang,” he reveals, voice barely louder than a whisper. “It’s about the choices we made along the way—compromises and alliances that came at a cost.”
“Who did you have to compromise with?” I ask, curiosity urging me forward, even when the gut-wrenching fear barely seems to recede in the wake of such weighty revelations.
He bows his head, guilt flickering across his features, but he seems willing to share, at least for now. “We were always on the outskirts of danger, and when Dustin entered our lives… it shifted the dynamics. We became entwined in a world of secrets that surrounded our family—the things we did to survive, the laws we broke. It wasn’t meant to hurt you… but it did. And I hate myself for that.”
“Everything had a consequence, didn’t it?” I mutter, the gravity of his words chilling me to the bone, feeling the weight of years spent unraveling trust while cementing our connection with false pretenses. “But you never told me this was the world I was stepping into.”
“I had no right,” he murmurs, heartbreak carving lines into his face. “And yet, here you are—alive, and I’m terrified that I can’t protect you from the past. All our choices led to this moment, where I... I don’t know what could happen to you because of me.”
The shadows of doubt linger between us, casting long shapes upon the kitchen floor like stalkers of the past—but within them, I also see flickers of a brighter history.
“I’ve clung to my fear of getting hurt again for too long,” I say, my voice steadier. “But I want to believe—I want to forge a future that isn’t tainted by our past.”
“Then let me show you,” he responds, stepping closer again, voice thick with emotion.
Something shifts—a bond tethering us together, electric and palpable. The stakes loom heavy, but the promise of possibility ignites a flicker of hope between the cracks of the storm outside. Finally feeling a sense of clarity through our chaos, I shake my head, and a tiny smile curls at the corners of my mouth.
“I’m ready to see it,” I whisper, a resolute tone intertwined with the shudder of uncertainty threading through my veins.
I have to grasp the reins of this transformation, to seek clarity not just in Hawk’s revelations but within the wreckage of my own past as well. He studies me, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his expression—trepidation, perhaps, or awe at my willingness to dive deeper into this madness.
“Are you sure, Whitney? Because once you step into this light, there’s no going back. And what lies ahead may not be easy.”
“I’ve lived in shadows long enough,” I respond, my voice steadier now. “I’m not afraid of the truth, no matter how ugly it might be.”
His lips curve ever so slightly, a hint of admiration flickering in his intense gaze. “Then let’s begin,” he says, voice low, yet filled with a determination that invigorates me. He takes my hand, pulling me gently toward the living room, and I can feel the anticipation slowly creeping in as he settles onto the couch, urging me to sit on his lap. I want to dive straight into the heart of his secrets, but I can feel the weight of everything hanging heavy in the air, and I realize we might need more than just words.
“How about we start from the beginning? You and Raze—what’s your entire connection to Dustin?”
The tension in his shoulders eases just slightly, but there’s still a lingering intensity about him. “Dustin was always a snake in our lives. When Raze and I found you—when we hid you from him—it was a turning point. But you have to understand something: we were way deeper then than you knew. Our gang has enemies, alliances, and blood ties to uphold. Making a move against Dustin was never just about you; it would have repercussions we couldn’t foresee.”
“And you thought keeping me in the dark would protect me?” I argue, emotions boiling again, furious yet desperate to understand. “That by hiding it from me, you were allowing me some kind of blissful ignorance?”
“I thought… I thought it would keep you safe. I thought if we shielded you from the darkness of our lives, you’d never have to know the dangers that lurked. But now I know better. The more we tried to protect you, the harder it became to do so,” he admits, voice filled with strained regret.
“Did you ever actually think that I might want to be in this fight with you?” I implore, needing him to understand, needinghim to see me. “Did you think that clinging to the truth would make me weak?”
Hawk’s features soften, and for a moment, the weight of understanding glimmers in his eyes. “I was scared you would crumble under it.”
“I’ve faced the demons of my past, Hawk!” I assert, voice rising with passion. “I’ve fought through hell and returned! You don’t get to simply dismiss me as fragile. I need to stand next to you, shoulder-to-shoulder. I need to be part of this.”
With that, he moves in closer, brushing the hair away from my face, his fingers gentle and reverent. “I see that now. I see how strong you’ve become. And I understand I have put you at risk by keeping my secrets.”
We sit in silence for a long moment, eyes locked in a held breath of understanding. Then, without breaking away from the connection of our gazes, he breathes, “What you need to know is that Raze and I—we’re not the total heroes you used to think we were. I deeply wish we could have been pillars of safety in your life, but we’ve made choices out of desperation too many times. Rescuing you was part of a larger scheme—we had our debts to pay, but you were the light that encouraged us to fight against a life we never wanted.”
“Debts?” I whisper, piecing together the fragments of our lives that have all merged. “What do you mean?”
He exhales, the lines of his face etched with the weight of countless secrets. “There are things we’re tied to—gang affiliations that demanded we prove our allegiance. We wanted to extract you from that world—way before Dustin could ever come back to haunt you—before you were forced to be a part of any of this chaos. We made choices that had us pledging allegiance to the wrong Bloods.”
