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My heart flutters at the nickname.
“I’m sorry your husband made me,” I whisper, and her mouth parts before she slowly opens the door, causing me to step back a little as she climbs out and then crouching before me as she gently cups my cheek, wiping away the tear that has fallen.
“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, sweet pea, do you understand? Nothing,” she says fiercely, and I nod, and I don’t know why, but I step forward and throw my arms around her neck, hugging her.
She doesn’t hesitate to gently wrap her arms around me, and I wince, causing her to pull back with a frown and gently, she touches the bottom of my too-small t-shirt and lifts it until anger etches her features seeing my bruise.
She states firmly, “This will not happen again, I promise,” and I nod, tears still falling before I step back into her embrace, her vanilla scent enveloping me, centering me and I know that she will become the mother I should have had and everything I’ll come to do will be for her, even if it meant breaking my own heart.
Chapter 1
Fury – Twenty-Three Years Old
Lacey, a club hang-around who wants to be a clubwhore bites her cherry red bottom lip as she twirls her hair in her finger. Her green eyes take me while she slowly walks towards me, her black mini skirt barely covering her ass and my cock twitches as I smirk.
She’s hot, so I’ll give her that.
“Hey, Fury,” she says with a husk, her eyes full of lust, and I tilt my head.
Fury, not a name I thought I’d get, but when a prospect tried attacking my mama, thinking she was a hang-around because she didn’t have her cut on, which she hates to wear when gardening, thought attacking a woman who said no is alright, to begin with… I lost my cool and nearly killed the fucker in front of people.
Venom and Viper pulled me off him as he groaned, bleeding like mad, while the brothers grinned as my mother shook her head and muttered, “Always full of fury,” and the name stuck.
I was fifteen, and he was also my first kill that night in our torture chamber.
I quickly look around the room and smirk seeing no old ladies are about, all finally gone home and I order, “Get on your knees,” and she gasps with happiness, doing as I ask.
Her hands quickly go to my jeans, undoing the belt, the clanking noise hitting my ears before she undoes them and promptly puts her hand in the gap, pulling my now hard cock out, giving it a gentle squeeze as she strokes it up and down, licking her lips.
I groan, “Lick the tip, my little slut, taste me,” and she leans forward, making eye contact with me as she pokes her tongue out, the tongue piercing in view before she licks the seam, and I bite my bottom lip.
I haven’t fucked Lacey before and though she has fucked Venom and Viper, she has had her sights set on me for weeks, so I thought I’d give her a go.
Lacey gently twirls her tongue around my tip before sucking the head, causing my balls to tighten, and I moan, throwing my head back, enjoying the sensations running through me.
Fuck she’s good with her mouth.
I look back down as she cups my balls and rolls them while deep-throating me, her piercing rubbing against my length, giving me the extra pleasure as I hit the back of her throat, and instead of gagging, she swallows around me like a fucking pro.
She quickens her pace as my breathing picks up, sucking while moving her head back and forth, and I groan as my spine tingles, and she squeezes my balls before I let loose.
I grab hold of her head and begin to thrust hard and fast, using her mouth for my own needs.
Lacey continues sucking as I thrust while rolling my balls, and I groan as cum spurts from the tip, painting her throat. I thrust forward, deep enough to hit the back of it, ensuring all my cum goes down, not needing to be trapped and she allows me as she grips my ass and swallows everything.
I breathe hard as I pull out of her and smirk as she licks her lips and slowly stands, her hand gripping my semi-hard dick, clearly wanting a fuck and I am all for it.
“Brother,” Blade snaps from beside me, and Lacey freezes while I sigh and look his way. He gives me a wince as he states, “The Pres has requested to see you in his office immediately.”
Anger and disappointment shine in his eyes, and I furrow my brows as I pull back from Lacey, who whines, “But I didn’t get any…”
I ignore her and put myself away before moving past her and asking, “What’s wrong, you look ready to hit someone?”
Blade scoffs, “Yeah, I am, and it’s my fucking father,” making me wince and follow him down the hallway and into his dad's office.
Brick sits behind the large black desk, his face stoic, and I shut the door as Blade moves towards his father and stands beside him, basically vibrating with anger as he tries not to attack his dad, and I sigh.
Fuck’s sake, what is Brick up to?
