Page 9 of Cocked Hammer

His mouth crashed against mine at the same time he grasped his cock and thrust into me. The pain was undeniable, but it reminded me of something so crucial—that no matter how dead I felt inside sometimes, my wrists hadn’t been slit, and my body was not drained of blood. His tongue pushed against mine, and his teeth caught the tip of it. The spot pulsated, and the throb forced me to remember just how much fight was left in me.

When he slammed into me, I cried out, but I didn’t know if it was from pleasure or pain. He did it again, only this time, he didn’t do it as hard. His fingers found my clit again, and he swiftly rubbed delicate circles on its surface as I panted and moved my hips in unison with hisout of desperation.

Our speed increased as his lips lightly pressed against my bruised cheek. “Give me a name,” he breathlessly demanded against my ear in such a murderous tone, it was clear I shouldn’t give in to his wishes.

Our eyes connected as he rested his forehead against mine, and his hips pulled away from mine until his tip was all that remained inside me. “Say his name,” he ordered.

And even though it was the last fucking name I wanted to leave my mouth as Sledgehammer fucked me, I uttered, “Dimitri.”

He rocked into me one last time, and we fell apart together.

7

Sledgehammer

Normally, I made a point to stay out of other people’s business because I had enough of my own shit to worry about. Yet when it came to a man beating a woman, my blood boiled with rage. Over the past few weeks, I’d made frequent stops into the pet shop to see Lina here and there while keeping an eye on the place for anything out of the ordinary. I could see her and do club business at the same time. In fact, I spent so much time there recently, I was fairly certain I’d memorized every fucking tiny imperfection in the drywall that had been patched before they’d painted.

Thankfully, for tonight, we’d agreed that going somewhere other than the pet shop was in order. I didn’t care where, truthfully, as long as we were not within earshot of Alek, and it wasn’t here. There was something off about that fucker, and I hung out with Sac a big part of the time, so the fact I considered Alek weird was saying something.

“What in the hopping ball sack testicular hell are those?” I asked when we passed the next animal’s habitat. Six various skin-colored sacks ran toward the front of the enclosure, and twelve beady little eyes looked up at us. One stretched and put its feet on the glass. “Fuck. It squeaks?” I spat out, kneeling to get a better look at them, and carefully knocked on the glass with the skull ring that rarely left my pointer finger.

A loud laugh popped out of Lina’s full, red lips, and she snorted. Her hand shot up and hid her mouth, but it was useless.

There was no stopping her laughter right now. I genuinely wanted to know what the ugly little fuckers were, and since she obviously was no help right now, I read the description card. “Skinny pigs? What the hell is a skinny pig?”

“These,” she giggled again and tapped the glass with her fingers like I had, “are,” she huffed. My eyes squinted beneath my furrowing eyebrows as I glared at her.

“Do you want to hold one?”

“Fuck no. If I wanted to hold one, I’d go home, strip, and cup my own balls as I jumped.” It flew out of my mouth so fast, I didn’t get a chance to think about my response. I was used to being surrounded by bikers and sweet asses; therefore, wondering if my statements were socially acceptable or not was not something I generally did. My teeth caught the inside of my cheek, and I closed my eyes to avoid looking at her. “When did they get here?”

“We just got them last night!” She beamed with excitement and gave them one last peck with the tip of her finger. “It was a mistake. We were supposed to get fifteen guinea pigs, and we only got nine. The rest were these guys. If I had anywhere to keep them, I would adopt them all.”

My body quivered at the thought of all those little fuckers bouncing around, and I stuck out my tongue. I had plenty of room at my place for them, but I didn’t dare mention that to her. Besides, Ezzy would think they were gigantic feeder mice and, given a chance, would eat them. However, I did consider buying them all to let loose in Sac’s place for shits and giggles. The idea wasn’t a bad one.

“I prefer the ones with hair,” I flatly announced, mostly to have something to add to the conversation when she quit talking.

“Not me. Bald is beautiful.” She smiled, swiping the palm of her hand over my hairless head, and kissed the top.

“Yes, it is,” I agreed in a hoarse voice, thinking about her sweet pussy. She nodded in response and grabbed her things off the counter. She completely missed the double entendre I was going for, but I didn’t point it out to her. One thing I had noticed about Lina, she understood a lot more than she let on. She may know exactly what I meant and what my mind was focusing on but chose to ignore it.

“Uh. Are those the only odd things you’ve gotten with your shipments?” I questioned her, not knowing the exact approach I should take to gear our conversation toward heroin.

Ghoul wasn’t what one would consider a patient man. The fucker was able to fixate on something for years, but when it came to our club, he was like the rest of us bastards; he wanted answers and fast. We were all about fucking fed up with the stakeouts and all the other added bullshit that came along with figuring out if the Russians were dealing heroin in our town. There was a perpetual tension flying around the clubhouse from it, and I, for one, was fucking over every bit of it. The sooner we figured something out, the better it would be for all parties involved. Including Lina and me, although I could say with almost certainty, she was utterly clueless about the drugs. When we made the deal with Dimitri and Viktor, she wasn’t present, and they made it abundantly clear they wanted the “little girl” left out of the loop.

I’ll admit when I saw her that first day in the pet shop, she was a lot older than I expected. Twenty-five, to be exact. I definitely wasn’t prepared for how fucking sexy she would be. And while the facts were there to prove her innocence, we still had to look into her. It was a no-stone left unturned type of situation with her. It was possible she was the mastermind behind the entire operation, but I seriously doubted it. She was unbelievably intelligent, so it wasn’t that she couldn’t do it, it was more like I had a gut feeling that she wasn’t involved, and I trusted my intuition when it came to things such as this.

She took a step, and then her feet stopped moving while her eyes concentrated on the ceiling, “Hmm. Now that you mention it, no.”

Shit!She knows about it. If they double-crossed the RBMC, she was as good as dead. My instant frantic heartbeat echoed through my head. I had to remain fucking calm; however, internally, that was out of the question. I’d failed miserably at controlling my reaction. As fast as my heart was constricting and releasing, I wondered if she could hear it, too. Beads of sweat trickled down my temples, and my legs ever so slightly shook. I refused to let my panic show, so I ground my heel into the insole of my boot to stop any movement from being seen.

“What did you get?” I asked in an almost monotone voice, praying she didn’t notice.

“Alek always handles the trucks, but this past Monday, we also got three baby gerbils I didn’t order...or pay for.” The tip of her finger flipped the lights off, and she shrugged. “Probably should have told someone, but fuck it.”

I was such a dumb ass. I was seriously about to lose my shit over gerbils, fucking gerbils. “Fuck it,” I agreed with her, and as soon as she stepped in front of me, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was safe for now, and I hoped she always would be.

The same couldn’t be said for her uncles, especially Dimitri. I’d promised Lina I would leave that worthless piece of shit alone for the time being. He was already a potentially dead man with the club. As far as I was concerned, his verdict wasn’t up for deliberation. If I caught wind of him so much as dreaming of laying a finger on Lina, I would gut that fucker and drop his ass in the Cuyahoga.

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