Page 21 of Patchover Fright Night
Honestly, the longer Iwas around the fucker, and the more I saw how tortured he was, by whatever the fuck he was seeing, as in his psycho old man taunting him, and visions of his dead wife, I feel like my hate for him dissipated a little. I mean, he was still the fucker who stuck a knife in my back, and attacked my woman, and my family, but the more I heard about his life, the more I could understand how badly he’d been messed up by that shit.
After he was taken, Ice and me, we hacked into his entire life, at least as much as we could get our hands on, because the fucker was savvy with tech himself, and well, yeah, we found out someshit we didn’t know. How we didn’t know, I have no idea, but take his medical records, for example.
Since it wasn’t against the rules, the Doc hadn’t raised it with anyone, but Micro’s blood showed some interesting shit. Not only was the fucker on steroids, and yeah, that’s not that uncommon among alpha types, but he was also sporting some seriously fucking high testosterone levels. The fucker was taking all kinds of shit to bulk him up, but that stuff messes with everything, including personality and mental state, and doesn’t that just mean he had even less chance of acting like a normal, decent person? I wasn’t making excuses for him, I mean, sometimes I swear I could still feel that fucking knife in me, but maybe I didn’t need to hate him forever for it.
I dunno, maybe this fucked up night was just messing with my head too, and who could blame me, right?
We headed for the building holding Grease’s office, because we needed to see what the fuck was going on and that fucker always had his finger on the pulse here, assuming he wasn’t off climbing the fucking walls, like spiderman or something. We had no idea who had a fucking gun, or who, or what, they were shooting at, but this shit was getting dangerous.
Someone crashed into me, knocking me on my ass, and turned to curse me out, and I vaguely recognised him as a member of the new Hampshire chapter, but he punched me, and that was the end of my fucking pause to try and figure out who he was.
“Fucker!” I lunged back at him, finally letting out my frustration by burying my fist in his ugly mug, and then Micro was dragging him away from me.
“Get fucked!” he yelled in the guy’s face, and what do you know? The prick tried punching him too, and Micro laid him out with a filthy uppercut.
“I don’t have time for this shit!” He yelled, looking more sober by the fucking minute. Now that he and Stitch were acting lesslike they were on a bad trip, it would be easier to get out of this mess, right? We just had to find the person who’d fired that gun, and Jesus fuck, whoever may have been hit by a stray bullet.
Reacher
My woman was fuckingdelicious, and I couldn’t stop devouring that sweet pussy of hers, no matter how much she pulled at my hair to try and drag me up on her, so I could bury my cock in it instead.
All that mattered was her, and pleasuring her for the rest of our fucking lives.
“Reacher, please, dammit… give me that cock!”
I lifted my head at last, swiping my tongue over my lips to catch the last heady drops of her flavour.
“You know what, woman? You get it when I fucking say so. You gonna squirt if I keep tongue-fucking you?”
Her eyes widened at me, and a wicked grin appeared.
“Only one way to find out, old man, get your mouth back down there where it belongs.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ally
It was the weirdestthing, but something strange had happened to me. I mean, deep down inside, I think I knew I was tripping or something, because the air isn’t usually purple, and tasting of my man’s fucking cum, but I was loving it. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up in his arms, and then we were desperate to be naked together, and why the hell wouldn’t we?
Reacher’s tongue delved inside me, and the fucking choir of angels began to sing, as another orgasm roared through me, and my back arched up from the ground. Like I say, deep down somewhere, I knew there were no fucking angels, just like I knew Reacher’s cum wasn’t the air I shouldn’t be gasping desperate mouthfuls of, but was I about to knock this?
“Still not squirting, woman, let’s go again,” Reacher murmured, burying his face between my legs again, devouring me like a fucking starving man at an all you can eat buffet. I’m that buffet, and I hope he never stops eating.
Chapter Nine
It was incredibly soberingto jump off a fucking building, and dislocate your shoulder, and thank fuck those two bellends caught me, or I’d probably be dead. That realisation, after the fact, was horrifying, because it could have gone so wrong. How we weren’t injured worse than we were, I had no idea, but there wasn’t any time to dwell on what’d happened, or how fucking much my shoulder was throbbing with pain, FYI, a fucking lot. We had to find out who was messing around with guns, and make sure nobody was hurt.
What the fuck had even happened here? One minute we were toasting to a new chapter of our club, and sinking a few beers, and the next it was like a war zone, only even more insane. There were people singing and partying like they were just having a good time, and others fighting, and just random shit going on. I mean, fuck, I thought I could fly. Like I literally thought I had these amazing black leather wings, and I was gonna soar in the air, and not plummet to my death.
You know what was scarier than that, though? Where the fuck was my old lady? Where the fuck was the woman I lived for, who was carrying our fucking child in her stomach? She was so close to her due date, and this shit wasn’t what we’d expected, or I’d never have let her come along for this. I should have kept her at home, no matter how much she’d have bitched at me. I’d have taken all the bitching in the world, to know she was safe, and away from this craziness.
“You seen Camille?” I kept grabbing at people if they seemed even remotely lucid, which definitely didn’t count Rocket, who was tattooing Has, and he and Elise seemed to be in hysterics, over whatever the fuck was getting etched permanently into his skin.
“Fuck me. Should we stop them?” I asked Torch, who’d finished scrapping with people, and was catching me up again.
“Nah, the fallout will be fun, as long as it doesn’t get infected. I’ll get Grace to check him over once they’re all fucking sane again.”
Micro ran past us, yelling Sophie’s name, and why the fuck wasn’t I doing that too?
