Page 31 of Patchover Fright Night
Ilay back inthe van and stared at the ceiling, which showed vivid pictures to me. On some level, I knew it shouldn’t be, but as I was watching a naked Torch dancing for me, as he shed his clothes, one garment at a time, I was more than willing to enjoy the weirdness. He was coming for me, and he’d want my ass. I shouldn’t like it, but I do. It always felt so good when he filled me and owned me like that.
I eased out of my clothes, along with my movie of my man stripping off, my fingers sliding down the sides of my neck, and over my breasts, as I tweaked my nipples firmly, like he would, and ran them down between my legs. I’d keep myself ready for him. Hot and wet, and desperate for his cock. Desperate for his mouth, and his hands. For every inch of him.
Come back to me, Torch, I need you inside me right now.
Intruder 2
What I signed upfor was taking back the fucking club, but what I got instead, was this twisted mess that Roadkill had created. Did we really need to fuck them up like this? Ithought the plan would be bullets in heads. Swift, decisive, and fucking permanent. And now? He’d disappeared on me, and our careful plans were falling apart around me. While he’d been busy, I’d subdued three out of four prospects, and two of our former brothers, and two of the Phoenix cunts. But him? He’d disappeared into the building where the Pres had his office, back in the day. Probably where that prick Micro now sat, and pretended he was man enough to run a club.
I should have done this alone, because I was the one doing all the fucking work. We’d had two other guys backing us, but they were on the perimeter, watching for escapees, and prepared to take them out, as and when they tried. Our plan had been for me and Roadkill to pick others off one at a time, as they got trapped in their heads, and whatever freaky shit the hallucinogen was making them see. Again, his idea, not mine. Spiking multiple kegs was hard, especially with so many new cameras around.
I had to give him credit for his presence of mind though, because he’d already had cameras set up outside the boundaries of the club, as part of his surveillance, and they hadn’t found those. We’d used them to monitor where new cameras went, and to plan how to dodge them. We’d had to disrupt a couple of them, just to get through with equipment, but all of Grease’s damn attempts to secure the place were constantly hampered by lazy, arrogant prospects. Crusher would have killed them, the first time they fucked up, but not Micro. No, that prick had no idea how to run a club.
I saw Roadkill suddenly hauling ass out of the doors, and waited for the explosion, because surely to fuck, if he was running like that, he’d just lit the place up, but no… there was nothing. Tell me you’re not fucking running scared, man. I backed the wrong fucker for sure.
Micro appeared in the doorway, casting his eyes around, and yelled something I couldn’t hear from my spot behind thestorage building. I’d gathered my captives right there, kneeling in the fucking wasted beer, and that was a crime right there. Beer was to be savoured, not spilled on the fucking ground. Mind you, we’d had to do the same to the bourbon, to make sure enough of them got fucked up by drinking the beer.
Angry eyes were glaring at me, as my cuffed, gagged captives probably thought they could scare me into backing down, but they were out of luck. Hell. We were all out of fucking luck. There was no way this was going down in my favour. In fact, I was better off cutting my losses and getting the fuck out before shit went wrong.
Micro was gone again, and that’s when Roadkill reappeared, peering inside before he started pouring petrol from a can all around the door, and just inside. He tossed the empty canister aside, and tossed something inside, that lit the place up like a fucking bonfire.Finally. He was finally taking fucking action.
I caught him as he made his way back to me.
“You done pissing around now? I’m doing all the fucking work here!” I gestured to the tethered assholes on the ground, and he shrugged.
“Was kinda having fun, but those fuckers can die in there, while we take out the rest. A ‘Pres’ and a VP both wasted at the same time.” I nodded, begrudgingly impressed, but he wasn’t finished.
“Well, them and those bitches of theirs.”The fuck?
I caught his arm, and he groaned, shaking himself free of my grip.
“Fuck’s sake. We came here for a massacre, remember? That’s men, women, and children, fuckhead.”
“Children? The fuck? There are kids in there?”
He shrugged. “Was about to be. The pregnant bitch is busy squeezing one out right now.” Jesus fuck. This asshole wasinsane! I wasn’t down for killing women, and now a fucking baby? A pregnant woman giving birth? Hell fucking no.
I punched him, kicking him as he landed hard on his ass. “You cunt! You’re not killing women and fucking kids! What’s wrong with you?”
I turned to stare at the building, which was now burning, with flames licking up the walls, and filling the doorway. Even if they could lock themselves in one of the offices, they had no windows. The place was a fucking coffin. I needed water. I needed a lot of fucking water, and I needed help.Jesus.
I started to move, and that’s when I heard Roadkill yell, and something punched right into my fucking back, a burning surge of agony that took me down hard. Jesus Christ. The fucker shot me. He actually shot me! I couldn’t get back up, I couldn’t fucking move. Whatever he’d hit, I was done for. And all I could do was die here slowly, watching that building burn down, filled with women and children. A fuckingbaby. Motherfucker.
“Shoulda just stuck with the plan, you pathetic pussy.” Roadkill spat on me, and stepped over me, heading out of sight, as the brightness turned to eternal darkness.
Chapter Thirteen
Ihated leaving Rywithout backup like that, but we had to get as far away from that fucking jammer as possible, and get help asap. This was turning to hell fast. It was one thing to have a bunch of fuckers tripping and off their faces, but they were getting hurt. If Stitch hadn’t been anywhere near us, who knew what would have happened when the prick jumped off a building? Cammy was in labour, for fuck’s sake, and there wasn’t a sober doctor around to help her with that.
Ry had been shot, Ice and Grease were apparently both out cold with concussions and shit. And those were just the ones I knew about. There had been too many gunshots so far, and anyone could have been hit.
“Is this really the fastest you can move?” Tori hissed at me, as she ran past me, and I fought the urge to drag her back. Just because we were off the compound, didn’t mean there weren’t further risks out here. I lifted my phone, watching for bars to appear, because the second I could get a call out, we were done running.
“Anything?” She asked, slowing to match my pace, because it wasn’t a fucking race, right? She wasn’t the one trying to look at a phone screen as she ran.
“Not yet. How far does that fucking thing reach? We should be out of range, right?”
She cast her eyes around us, hands landing on her hips. “I mean, unless they have further shit rigged up out here. Maybe we should looked for a back entrance to use.” She caught my smirk and slapped my arm.
