Page 44 of Sinister Hearts
“I won’t be doing that, Vadon,” I sucked my teeth, looking calmly at this joke of a man.
“Oh, no?” Vadon asked, smirking and inebriated. “How do you know my name, and who the fuck are you?”
I took an aggressive step toward him. “I know plenty about you.” I cocked my head.
He laughed. “You don’t know shit!” He started taking a step back as I towered over him. His fear excited my demons.
“I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that you’re a spoon-fed bitch boy, who feels like a man when he throws women around. I know you’re the piece of shit who abandoned his child for months.” I took another step forward as hate spewed out of every word like a dagger. “I also know you’re the city boy who couldn’t make my girl come.”
Vadon’s eyes were bloodshot. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Did I touch a soft spot? I was pleased. “You heard me, piece of shit! Leave, and don’t ever bother my family again!” I said, squeezing my knuckles to keep my demons from ravishing his soul before me. I turned to leave, feeling the darkness slither inside me, waiting to be beckoned.
“So, you’re fucking my wife are you? She’s always been a slut. Doesn’t surprise me she’s spread her legs for a lowlife cowboy like you.”
I swiftly shifted toward Vadon before he could even blink. I grabbed him by his collared fuckboy shirt, finally coming face to face with the coward who tried to break my little light. “Go backto the city so you can suck your daddy’s dick.” I spat, throwing him into the desert sand like the filth he is. I shook off the evil coursing through my veins as it seeped thickly into my pumping blood. Murder tasted sweet on my tongue, and my hunger was becoming relentless. I attempted to walk back into the house and was fuming as my secrets wanted to make their mark, seething with rampage.
Vadon had the drunk-mortal audacity to try and charge at me. I moved swiftly and he nearly knocked himself out. It was too easy and he was too drunk. It wouldn’t have been a fair fight. He laid there, dazed. I put my boot on his throat, choking him until his face turned blue. Taking my .44 caliber out from my waist, I cocked it, shoving it into Vadon’s mouth. His eyes bulged from his face. I heard screams from inside the house, and I looked down at him in pure disgust.
“Faye is mine, always was. If you ever call her anything derogatory again or if you ever lay a fucking finger on my girl, I will fucking end you, do you understand?” My eyes were visibly wicked, black as night. Vadon gazed at me in complete terror as he struggled for air. A wicked smile spread across my face. “By the way, thanks for keeping my spot warm, buddy.” I shoved the barrel into his throat and he choked on it. It was music to my ears as Vadon’s face turned red and blue. “This is exactly how Faye looks while she’s sucking my cock. Funny isn’t it?” Vadon struggled to breathe. “The only bitch I see on their knees is you, city boy. I think I’ll go back inside now and finish my dinner with your wife. I’ll make sure to tell Birdie you said hello.” I sucked my teeth, tipping my hat at him as I lifted my heavy boot from his throat, spitting on him like the scum he was. I took my barrel out from his mouth as he choked on his spit, desperate for any kind of air. Pop and the guys walked out, helping lift Vadon up.
“It’s best you get out of here, boy. You’re in a den full of wolves.” Bjorn cocked his shotgun, and the Grimwood boys circled him, letting him know he was a target.
Vadon stumbled to his vehicle, defeated. “Is this what you left me for? A wannabe cowboy?” Vadon yelled from his vehicle. This motherfucker really had a death wish, and I’d be the one to gladly give it to him.
Faye stepped outside with Rocky before I could intervene.If only looks could kill. Rocky looked like she wanted to peck out his eyes.
“No, Vadon, I left you forme!” Faye shouted from the porch.
Vadon stared at all of us on the porch, with venomous anger. “I gave you everything, things this man never could!” he shouted from his vehicle as I laughed, amused.
“You never gave me safety and you never gave me peace!” Faye struck Vadon with her words, rendering him speechless, as he slammed his door and drove off in a drunken scurry.
Before I knew it, November had passed and Christmas was almost here. It had been a whole year of constant court battles, but knowing that it would soon be over was the biggest relief. When Birdie was back home we all spent every second with her. When Birdie was with Vadon on his visits, I spent every second I could with Jax and working. Vadon had finally laid off and kept the pick-ups and drops-offs to minimal contact,which for some reason terrified me more. Something morose andthick took up space in the pit of my stomach. My nightmares had become unbearable. Oftentimes, Ma or Jax had to wake me from a cold sweat, the ghoulish visions were haunting me as I lay awake at night in terror. I sipped my tea under the moon’s luminous gleam. More often than not, I found I got peaceful sleep while with Jax. He made me feel safe, wrapped up in his strong arms. It was my favorite place to be. There was an energy in the air, a weariness I couldn’t place. Despite allowing Jax in, I felt like there were still things he wasn’t telling me, and there were definitely eerie things I was keeping from him, though Jax had known about my nightmares since I was a kid. Neither medication or therapy worked. Nightmares that felt more like memories, but not my own. Visions of death and wretchedness. On top of that, I couldn’t get the look on Vadon’s face when Jax had him by the throat out of my mind. It was the most traumatized I had ever seen him. Instead of celebrating, I couldn’t help but wonder what he saw. The look of horror was laid out on his face as I watched from the window.
Jax invited me over for a movie night while Birdie was on her visit. I needed some time off work after the week that seemed like it dragged on, and this was a needed distraction. This was the only way I coped when Birdie was away from me, and it sure as hell beat crying in my room all weekend. I was so glad I was over that hump, but in no way did it ease my anxiety.
Vadon never touched Birdie. He saved all his wrath for me, and I’d take it tenfold for her again if I had to. I prayed to the gods that the courts for once were right. My heart was in their hands, in a tiny body I loved more than myself.He laid hands on me, but never Birdie. He wouldn’t, would he?These thoughts kept me from any sanity and sleeping through most nights while she was gone. A cave in my chest, empty.
Jax and I laid sprawled out on his large western leather sofa, eating popcorn and watchingLost Boys, our favorite classic vampire movie. My legs were wrapped around him while he rubbed my feet.
“Come here,” he said, giving me that lustful gaze. I wanted nothing more than to be tied up and taken by this man who knew how to mend my heart. I sat on his lap and kissed him deeply, feeling him harden and grow beneath my Ghost Face pajamas. I began rocking back and forth on his hard imprint. “Be careful what you ask for, littleljos.” I melted at my nickname—I’d never tire of it. His hand slowly moved to the back of my head and grabbed the nape of my neck, tilting my head to the side and making my throat bare as he pecked it. My core pulsed for him, feeling his cock bob against his sweats. “Stand up,” Jax whispered near my ear, his silky rugged voice, my undoing. I did as he said, and he pulled down my pajamas, leaving me in my thong. “Turn around, baby girl,” Jax demanded, eyeing me up and down. His girthy hard cock was visible from his sweats as he began to rub himself through the fabric, making my mouth salivate in desperate need.What a sight to behold. I turned around as he slapped my ass hard, making my curvy cheeks jiggle, the sting immediately making me drenched. Jax proceeded, taking my underwear off, my bare pussy throbbing in front of his face.
His hazel eyes burned wickedly at me, his smile menacing. My breaths became rapid, my body aching to be touched. I stood from the sofa and he began stuffing my soaked underwear intomy mouth, my eyes going wide. “We don’t want you waking Pop up, baby,” Jax cooed. My legs began trembling, my mouth stuffed and my body needy. Jaxon laid down on the large sofa, his dick standing up underneath his sweats. “Ride my face, I want to taste you.” His demands ran a blazing heat through my flesh. “I’m waiting,” Jaxon said, growing impatient. Doing as I was told, I wrapped my thick thighs around his face, placing myself on my righteous throne. Jax placed his hands around my ass, motioning for me to rock against his mouth. His warm, wet tongue nipped at my pulsing clit, making me mumble out in pleasure as he began swirling his tongue over my slit, driving into my core.
“Take out my cock and rub it, pretty girl,” he said, as I pumped his hard length from behind me, feeling the precum on his slit as I rubbed his velvet, veiny, thick cock, rocking back and forth on his face. Jax licked and sucked at my bud, making me cry out, the underwear in my mouth making my moans muffled as I climaxed, covering his mouth in my juices. Jax took the thong out of my mouth and tossed it. “Time for your other ride,” he groaned, lifting me off his face and placing me on his hard length like I weighed nothing but a damn feather. His cock filled me up as I shuddered from the sensation of his length shoving inside of my soaked walls. I rode him, bouncing up and down as he groaned. “That’s it, baby, just like that,” Jax groaned. He took my shirt off and started playing with my nipples, tugging on them hard, making me wince in pleasure. He grabbed the back of my hair, pulling on it and making me ride him deeper and faster. Jax bent down as he took my pierced nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard while I bounced on his soaked length. “Are you gonna come all over my cock, Faye?” he asked with intoxicating lust in his hazel eyes.
“Yes,” I moaned, my breasts bouncing with every movement. Jax slapped my full breasts, leaving a red mark. The stingbrought me to my brink. My pussy spasming on his hard shaft, feeling my fluids dripping from his length.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded, and I hopped off of him, still high off my orgasm, still needing and wanting more of him, my body begging for more. “Open your mouth for me, baby,” he said, as he put his thumb in my mouth, the metal rings touching my lips as he began gagging me with it. I opened wide, sticking out my tongue and waiting to drink his sinful liquid. “Fuck, Faye, you look so pretty on your knees, mouth open, waiting for my come, you thirsty girl.” Jax released all over my face, the warm ribbons hitting my mouth. I closed my milky-painted mouth as I swallowed. “That’s such a good girl.” Jax kissed and tongued my mouth, moaning and groaning into my mouth. We couldn’t get enough of each other—we were love-drunk, wasted off each other’s sins, the years we had to make up for. “We taste so good together.” Jax wiped his come from my face with his thumb, licking the corner of my mouth as he groaned in pleasure. I was stupidly in love with this man. Dickmatized.
After cleaning ourselves up, we cuddled on the sofa as if we both didn’t just finish on it. “Guess we should rewind the movie?” Jax said, chuckling smugly and full of himself. I threw my shirt at his head as we laughed quietly. Silence fell between us, the questions eating me alive. I couldn’t keep them in anymore. I needed to know. There’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask for many years. Something that has been taunting me, both flesh and mind
“Jax, why do you all go to Norway?”
Jax looked at me, perplexed and taken by surprise by the question that lingered heavily in the air. Jax popped a kernel of popcorn into his mouth, suddenly irritated. “Faye, why are you asking these questions?” He asked, sitting up on the couch, seemingly flustered.
“You left. No phone call, no goodbye, nothing. I just want to know.” I immediately regretted even asking.No, fuck that. I needed to know, dammit. So many of my questions were still unanswered, the tugging feeling in my gut driving me insane.
