Page 13 of Rushed

Rush

“Charlie, if any of those cocksuckers try to come within fifty feet of this door, I want ya to castrate them. Or, better yet, call me, andI’llremove their feckin’ balls.”

“Yes, boss.” Charlie slinks off to lock the front door with his head hung between his balls, and rightly so. He knows better than to let that piece of shite into my establishment.

I sure as shite didn’t see this evening coming.

“Feck me!” I mutter, walking away from the front.

The club closed up early after the scuffle, ensuing political posturing, publicity ramp-up, and the all-round dick hanging event. Bloody reporters, and that feckin’ senator with his ball bustin’ offspring put me in a position that I couldn’t get out of without looking like a pussy. I left that life behind because of Mick years ago, and now I’m tossed back into the cage because of one petite, platinum beauty. She has no idea what her little escapade has created, and I can’t believe I’m back in the thick of it.

Keenan made my dick hard in seconds. Even now, tucking it down, groaning at the pressure, I start back to my office for the peace and quiet I badly need. The bar closed up an hour ago, and as the cleaners are here, cleanin’ up the detritus so not even a black light could tell what went on. They’ll be busy all night, prepping for the next day. Right now,Dangereuxis locked up tighter than a virgin’s pussy.

Hoping that Keenan was smart enough to keep her feckin’ hands to herself, I traverse the stairs two at a time. She better be in my office. I dream of her stripped, bent over the chair, dripping for a proper tongue lashin’. I doubt my imagination is right, though.

Tonight, when I saw her enter the bar, I couldn’t imagine her with anyone other than me. I’ve never cleared the stairs so fast. I went from the office to‘sinview’in under two breaths. I thought fer sure she’d have felt the rushing of my breath as I crept up behind her. It wasn’t because I was out of breath, but I was breathing hard. It wasn’t the only thing hard, mind ya. Her innocent look, the distant confusion and intrigue was written across her face. She was out of her element.

God, she is…I can’t even feckin’ explain her beauty. Little brother didn’t warn me about her when he should have, so we’ll be havin’ words. All he said was ‘Trust me, Rush.’ Troy doesn’t invite many people, and he doesn’t veto them either since the incident, but he was feckin’ right.

Feck, was he ever right.

But she won’t be club property if I have my way. She won’t be here with anyone but me, and Iwon’tbe sharin’ her. I decided that for her the second she came on my hand.

Reaching my office and opening the door, the view is exactly as I expected. Keenan left, probably ran as fast as she could. Grabbing a highball with a fifth of the good scotch I save for myself, I sit back. Leaning in the chair with my feet up on the desk, I decide to replay the video surveillance. Having a place like this requires a security system that rivals the White House. I want those who come here to do so feeling safe, and if that means I pay thousands and thousands of dollars for it, then so be it. Tonight was a prime example of why it’s necessary. I know Charlie let that piece of shite in, so I put him on leave for a week. He deserved worse. I feckin’ wanna know exactly what happened.

I have to fast forward past the point of her and I on the railing, because honestly, watching her fall apart in my arms isn’t productive right now. Seeing I’m already as stiff as stone, I adjust my cock and watch the point of view from Cyn’s bar, eying Keenan. I know I left her flustered and worked up from the orgasm, which was feckin’ hot as hell, but as I stepped off screen with Kyle, she seemed adrift and unsure. It took her a moment to decide her next move.

Straightening out her dress, and perking up her lovely tits, she wandered over to Cynthia. That’s when Mick stepped in, caging her to the bar. It’s obvious she didn’t want him as she pushed him away, but he was a persistent prick. I switch views back and forth from Cyn’s angle, showing out from the patrons to Keenan. She looked annoyed and scared with Mick. That’s when I see him grab her, pulling at her dress to tighten his grip on her. Gripping my glass tightly and sucking back on the expensive amber, I watch him feckin’ slam his mouth on hers. I’m upright so fast, my chair goes flying into the bank of windows behind me, and I spit my drink across the desk.

I’m beyond pissed. I’m livid. The biggest rule we know, even if unwritten, is no one is forced. He’s the reason the rules are enforced, and exactly why he’s not allowed in. Charlie is new, but after seeing this, I’ve decided he’ll be on stock forever,ifI decide to keep him on.

I continue to watch, even though I know I’ll be upset to see the outcome. Keenan, the little pussy cat, sticks out her claws, surprising both Mick and I. She bites the bastard’s lip, and stomps with all her might on his foot. He’s a big bastard, but she stood her ground, facing off against him. Even if he wasn’t a trained fighter, he easily outweighs her by a buck twenty. She either has balls of steel, or she’s stupid. I’m impressed, though, as she knows what’s coming. Holding firm, standing stock still, she awaits the consequences of her actions. I know Mick won’t stand for a woman holding her own, and as the mother fecker slaps her hard, you can bet I’ll be giving that back tenfold.

Pausing the feed, I pick up my chair and pour another shot. I know the rest of the events, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I need to clear my head. I need to figure out a way to correct this. Sending out a text to Marie, a regular here, she replies quickly that she and her husband are just around the corner. It makes me feel a bit lighter, knowing I’ll have a way to undo this stress, but at the same time, I can’t stop picturing how Keenan looked as she came in my hands. I don’t touch them. I don’t involve myself, other than with those I know that can accept the ‘no strings attached’ that I offer. I’ve done the relationship, I’ve done the casual girls from the club, but it never works out. None of them can give me enough for me to reach orgasm. Ineedmore than a joyous feck, or a little bit of sweet play. I need it dirty—feckin’ in the back of a truck, in full view of a church, while ramming a riding crop up their ass. My shite is fecked up.

As I wait for Marie to arrive, I dial Troy’s number.

Downing a new drink in one gulp, I wait for my brother to answer.

“What the fuck? What happened tonight?” he yells into the phone. I guess he saw her. I know I deserve everything he’ll dish out, but I won’t let him know that.

“It was a bad night, and I don’t need yer attitude, Ty. Look, shite went down and she was —”

“Shitedoesn’tgo down at your place,” he snaps back. “I know that, and you know that. Fuck, everyone knows that! Is it not safe enough for me to send someone over?” I expected this reaction from him, but it still sucks it happened on my watch, in my feckin’ club,again.

“No. Ya know it’s safe. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I rub a hand down my face, frustrated that I’m being schooled by my little brother. “Sorry—”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it!” Ty pauses, releasing a deep breath as his voice takes on a softer tone. “It was totally fucked up, and she’s messed up, man. She wouldn’t even tell me what happened.”

I see Marie and Clarke appear on the camera at the back door. I chime them in as I calmly begin to explain what happened, intentionally leaving out some parts—namely the part where she and I got our rocks off. If she didn’t tell him, neither will I. “Mick was here, drunk, and was looking to get fecked. Keenan just happened to be the one closest to him when he decided what he wanted. He hit on her, she declined, and he bloody slapped her. That’s when my boys stepped in.”

The line goes silent. I know what he’s thinking.

“Did they toss him, or did you?”

“What do ya think?” I yell, then think better of it. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying to control my rage. I’m still overly pissed about what transpired, but it’s not Troy’s fault. “They tried, but when he’s fully jacked on ’roids and booze, there’s not much that can stop that freight train, ya know that. So yeah, I had to step in. I fecked him up too.”

Troy’s quiet. He knows how much it screws with me to step in. I avoid all confrontations as it messes with my head too much. I know what he’s thinking about. When I have to intervene, especially with a guy like Mick feckin’ Jackson, it’s beyond fecked up. That was my old life. I left it, and I didn’t intend to go back there ever again. But fate has a different plan.

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