Page 6 of Vicious Punks
Why was he staring at her like he was imagining fucking her instead of hiswife?I wonder if it would upset Logan if I twisted my knife into his father's gut and watched everything spill out until he took his last breath.
"Let the fuck go, Tey!" Tillie seems to unfreeze and starts struggling against me as I make her walk in front of me with my arm still around her waist.
I lift her off her feet to carry her to the living room as she resists me, making my cock hard as her bouncy ass keeps rubbing back and forth right on the front of my jeans. Dalton chooses that moment to walk through the front door, looking down at his healed over scabbed knuckles in annoyance. He quickly glances up as Tillie starts cussing me out, a smile slowly coming over his face. He leans against the living room wall, his eyes sweeping up and down Tillie's body. She's completely oblivious as to how much her struggling in my arms turns me on, and the show she's putting on for Dalton. It's a nice side effect, being angry and horny. Just makes me more blood thirsty, an overwhelming urge to fuck her senseless. I hunch my shoulders, bending over her so that she can't miss how hard I am. She stops suddenly, her panting breath loud, and her hair a mess, blocking her view of Dalton in front of her. I tighten my arm around her stomach and whisper into the shell of her ear.
"Keep struggling, hellcat. Give me an excuse to bend you over the couch and fuck your tight ass. I bet Dalton would enjoy it too, he does have the perfect view." She sucks in a sharp breath and quickly whips her head back to look up, but in the process smacks her skull into my nose.
"Fuckkkk!" I groan into her ear, feeling the blood starting to drip from my nose and land on her white Adidas t-shirt.
She slips out of my arms and spins around to glare up at me with an annoyed scowl. Before I can lunge at her and ask her to make me bleed more, she surprises me by doing the unexpected. I thought she'd come at me swinging because she's scrappy like that. Instead, she steps closer until her feet touch my boots and reaches her hand up to pinch the bridge of my nose to stop the bleeding.
I freeze, gazing down at her in wonder with my hands fisted at my sides. I’d like nothing more than to grab her hips and bring her curvy body against mine. I watch my blood trail down her wrist, over her veins that are pounding fast, and have to look up slowly at Dalton to have him get her away from me before I lose it.
"Little bitch, are you that desperate to suck Tey's cock? I know you missed the chance last night but I'm more than ready to have you on your knees in front of me again," Dalton drawls out, grinning the whole time. His smile widening as she looks over her shoulder with narrowed eyes.
She doesn't realize but her fingers tighten on my nose, causing a shock of pain to travel through my body. I can't contain the pleasurable shiver down my spine as I smile widely at her, not giving a damn if blood stains my teeth. You figure I’d rather be stabbing people left and right because I, well, like to watch their eyes go empty, for them to feel what I do inside. But that’s not the case with Tillie... I’m starting to like our little spy. I mean, I still want to see her bleed, but only for me.
"That's the last time you'll ever force me to my knees." She actually growls at Dalton and turns back towards me with a frown as she looks up at me to see how tight she's pinching my nose.
She releases me quickly as the blood stops flowing and spins on her heels to leave the room, shoving past Dalton to knock her shoulder against his. I like it when she's angry, you can tell she's trying to hide all that pent up rage behind a mask, pretending to be calm when in reality she’s anything but. No one fools me when it comes to any kind of pain, including anger. She stomps up the stairs, muttering under her breath, and doesn't even notice Nicky and Logan coming down the steps in front of her. She pulls her shirt away from her chest, cursing under her breath at the blood staining the white material, and whips it over her head without slowing her angry stride.
"What is wrong with you now? Why is there bloo-" Logan starts to say but is cut off when she throws her shirt in his stunned face and rushes up the rest of the stairs until it's just the four of us.
Nicky pauses on the steps, looking at where she disappeared to with a wrinkled brow. I wonder if he's just noticing the scars that litter her body. Most of the puckered scars are covered with tattoos but in the right lighting, they stand out against her caramel skin. I noticed them last night in the garage as I stood back and watched. Nicky shakes his head and carries on down the stairs with an annoyed Logan, who clenches her shirt in his fists. Nicky leans against the mantle as usual, he's looking down at the top of his hands before fisting them at his sides with his jaw locked in place. Nicky's hands are also littered with small scars from years of having a cane whacked there for lessons in obedience and pain tolerance.
"She keeps giving that sass and all it makes me want to do is shove my cock in her mouth to shut her up," Dalton says with a groan, biting his knuckle as his eyes shift towards the stairs like he might just go do that.
"Focus. You can play later. While she's changing, Nicky, tell us what you found." Logan smacks the back of Dalton's head as he passes him and sits on the back of the couch, finishing buttoning his cuff links while huffing under his breath in annoyance.
I don't know why he and Nicky insist on dressing in button downs and slacks, but I guess it works for them. Coming from rich families sets a high standard that society expects, dressing the part that screams of wealth since money flows right into their bank accounts. I usually just say fuck it and wear black, that way it matches my soul.
"Nothing on Tillie came up, she's almost like a ghost. No parents on the registration. Doesn’t even state who her mother is, it could be a possibility that she isn’t Diana's daughter. Maybe she was sent here to trick us into believing that her dead daughter came back from the grave.” Nicky pauses to clear his throat, strumming his fingers on the mantle, lost in thought before he shakes his head. “As for the other two Franco told me to research, it showed up right away in the system. A long background, dating back to the late seventies.” Nicky looks to me and nods his head towards the hallway leading to Franco's office, telling me without words to be the lookout, but what he doesn't know is Franco is otherwise busy at the moment.
That son of a bitch.
Now I’m angry again at that reminder.
I walk to the entrance of the living room to get a clear view of the hallway, plotting all kinds of ways I can kill Franco but still listening to Nicky at the same time. I ignore the weird look Dalton is giving me, I’ll explain in a little bit and see if anyone wants to join me in getting rid of the body.
“The first name I searched for was the Demon Jokers President, Payne Lorzen. Born in nineteen sixty-three, Las Vegas, Nevada. Started dipping his hands into armed robbery and stealing vehicles at a young age. This guy has a record a mile long for abuse, rape, stealing, breaking and entering, illegal weaponery, but most went under the table because he was never charged. Spent a few years in prison but was released after a short time and his father passed away not long after. He took over the spot as Prez and the rest is history,” Nicky states casually, it’s not something we haven’t seen or heard before.
“Interesting. Dalton, did you talk to your old man?” Logan crosses his arms with his dark brow raised as Dalton rolls his eyes and tugs on his cut to straighten it while cracking his neck.
“Yeah, he had a few words to say, but it was more than enough,” Dalton says slowly, giving me a pleading glance to help him out with his pretty boy looks, but nope.
He’s on his own with this one. It’s way too early to get Logan mad and for once it’s not me. He narrows his violet eyes at me and sighs before gazing at Logan with a grimace. I’m thinking I need a better spot for the shitshow that’s about to happen. Wish I had some popcorn. I move back to my comfy position on the living room floor and lay down with my arms behind my head. Fuck being the lookout for Franco, he’s fucking his wife at the moment.
“He said that no good, fucking dickless asshole is a waste of space and he wouldn’t let his daughter near him if he had one. Or a sweetbutt or his granny who’s dead.” Dalton bites his lip and straightens to his full height when Logan stands from the couch with clenched fists.
“That’s all he said? He didn’t give you a reason?” Logan grinds out through his teeth, looking like he’s about to start choking Dalton if he doesn’t give him an answer.
“Nope,” Dalton replies back, popping the p just to annoy Logan.
“And what about the other name Franco told you to look up, Nicky?” I ask lazily from my spot on the floor to distract them before one of them explodes into a match of yelling that won’t stop until someone is bleeding.
I personally just want as much information as I can get about Tillie. It’s like my stalker mode has been activated and I’m addicted enough that it’s almost unhealthy.
“Regan Lorzen aka Rig. Vice President of the Demon Jokers and brother to Payne. Same background but no sexual assault on his record. Seems the brothers started out young getting into trouble with the law, anything Payne went down for… Rig was right there with him. But nothing is showing up on his record or accounts for a few years now. It’s like he just disappeared one day,” Nicky’s voice trails off as he glances towards the stairs and pushes off the mantle quickly as if he’s going to bolt over the furniture at whatever he sees.
