Page 41 of Reckless
Chapter Twenty-Two
Wrench
Izzy's funeral tomorrow, everyone around here has been walking around like zombies since that night. She was the only one we lost, but Torch took a bullet to the shoulder, Jaz, Cutter's girl, took one to her thigh. We had a bunch of people grazed by them too, but those are easy fixes.
I'm heading out right now with Brick and Cutter to go pay Tony a visit. We got the all clear from Pres to leave because he knows there is no way I will let what that asshole did to my girl slide. I wanted to kill him for how he treated her in the past, now he's really gonna get fucked up.
I haven’t been able to find out anything else about Lucy’s family. There aren’t medical records, school records, employment, it’s like they’re all fucking ghosts. Whip has been extra paranoid and refuses to let her out of his sight.
Everyone is all on edge about the funeral tomorrow. We will all be armed, but we're praying they wouldn't try to come after us then. Lady has barely said anything to anyone. He hasn't left his room since they took Izzy's body to the funeral home.
We park our bikes down the street from Tony's house, I don't want him to have any idea we're coming for him.
"Tracker go around back in case the chickenshit decides to run." He gives me a nod before walking around the house. I wait a couple minutes before walking up the steps to the front door. Not even bothering to knock, I try the doorknob and find it open, dumbass.
Walking in, Tony is sitting on the couch. “What the fuck! Get out of my house!”
I walk over, pushing him back down onto the couch. "I know I told you to stay the fuck away from my girl. Couldn't listen, could you?"
“Leave now, or I’ll call the cops.” His voice shakes as he tries to pretend like he isn’t scared shitless.
"Nope, see this is what's going to happen. I'm gonna beat you until I'm satisfied you'll never look at Carly again. Then we'll leave, and you won't call the cops, and if you decide to see the doctor, you'll tell them you fell down the steps. You call the cops, I'll be back, and you won't have a chance to do anything ever again." My hand fists his shirt lifting him a few inches off the cushion. "You fucking understand?"
“Listen just—"
I slap him across the face like the little bitch he is. “Shut the fuck up. Hearing your voice only pisses me off more.”
I toss him on the ground. “Take him downstairs. I feel like the basement is more sound proof.”
The entire way down, Tony is begging us to just leave him alone. He’s such a fucking pussy it makes me even happier to beat his ass. Brick and Cutter back away.
I lay into him, my fists connecting with every part of his body.
“If. You. Ever. Come. Near. My. Girl. Again. I’ll. Fucking. Kill. You.” Each word is emphasized and broken up by a blow to him.
Brick pulls me back, and I fight him. I want more of the asshole. Not just for what he did to her but to the way he treated her when they were together.
"You need to fucking stop, or you will kill him. He's passed the fuck out!" Brick yells at me, and I turn around and head upstairs knowing I won't be able to control myself.
I pace the living room trying to get a hold of my anger. I've never lost it on someone like this before, but once I started, it was like I couldn't stop.
"We need to get out of here," Cutter says from next to me.
I walk out of the house and over to my bike. I need to see Carly. I feel like she’s the only one who can calm down the storm that’s raging inside of me. It’s like being around her just sets me at ease and right now I fucking need that more than I need to breathe.
I make the trip to the clubhouse in half the time. When I walk in, Carly is sitting at a table with Jess and Tracy. I walk over grabbing her hand. “Need you to come with me.”
She stands up, not even questioning it and lets me lead her to my room. Slamming the door closed she looks up at me. “What are yo—“
I grab her neck, pulling her lips to mine, needing the peace our connection brings me. I move to her jeans, popping the button on them and yanking them down her legs as she steps out of them. Gripping her lace panties, I give them a hard tug and throw the scraps on the floor. My hands move down to her ass lifting her up and bracing her against the wall. My hands are holding her hips as I bend down and rest her thighs on my shoulders. Standing up, her pussy is right in front of my face, and I can already smell her.
"Take the rest off," I say as I kiss her thigh and gently nip the sensitive skin.
She moans as she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses her bra onto the floor. I bend my head, using my finger to spread her pussy open and run my tongue over her. Stopping at her clit, I cover it with my mouth and suck until she screams her orgasm pouring out of her as I lap up every last drop.
I lift her off my shoulders and carry her to the bed, letting her fall onto it and enjoying the way her tits bounce as her body settles. I get undressed as quick as possible, then I grab her feet, pulling her to the edge of the bed before I sink into her.
She screams, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. “Shit!”
