Page 25 of Tastes Like Misery

“I don’t want to leave her,” Finn grumbled, not liking the rest of the plan.

I laughed lightly, “We all know she can handle herself. That woman is no pushover.” I dared to glance at her, keeping the drinks flowing and handling the men with ease. It was a busy night and men stared at the perfect cleavage hanging out of her low-cut tank top. I couldn’t blame them because, no matter how much my face was between those perfect globes, it was never enough.

“I was raised to protect women,” he tried to push away his needless concern. “I can’t help it. She’s fucking perfect.”

“Now that I can agree with,” Dane admitted. “She’s a femme fatale and dug her claws into me the first time I met her. I’ve never needed a woman so much in my life.”

“Sounds like you’re in love,” I goaded, knowing it was true. It may not have been the normal love everyone talked about, but Vivian was more than an obsession for Dane. Hell, even I started to not imagine a life without her by our side.

“I don’t love,” he scoffed, throwing back the rest of his drink. “Let’s go. We can come back when it’s time.”

The three of us stood and made our way to the door, making sure not to make eye contact with her as we did so. It wouldn’t be good for anyone to know we knew her. Not with her reputation in this town.

The old man’s eyes watched us and it made me feel uncomfortable. Luckily, the sudden noise took his attention to the tall, lanky man making an ass of himself at the bar. We all stopped and looked, making sure our expressions were ones of curiosity and surprise.

Two men at the table near where we stood started laughing, one saying, “Damn, Johnny’s at it again. He’s three sheets to the wind. I should call his wife.”

The other man punched him in the arm, “Don’t you dare. Heidi has enough on her shoulders, juggling her career while being married to that piece of shit. She don’t need anyone else in her business. He’ll make it home.”

“Yeah, his truck sure knows the way by now.”

As I watched Johnny flirting with her, my blood pounded in my head. She was mine, and that fucker was way too close to my woman. I took a step forward, my fists clenched at my sides, itching to pummel the fucker. I felt Finn’s hand on my shoulder to stop me as Dane stepped in front of me, the same rage in his own eyes. He was more in control, though, knowing this was part of the plan.

I relaxed my hands before turning and following Finn out the door, Dane bringing up the rear. All of us stayed silent, knowing there could be ears anywhere. On the eve of our job, we couldn’t take any chances.

It was once we were safely in the truck that each of us let out our anger, Finn swearing up a storm, threating to knife the fucker. Dane, strangely calm, only saying, “I won’t kill him only because my girl asked, but I’m going to leave a permanent reminder on his body.”

I was the least calm, wanting to cut his dick off and shove it down his throat before slicing off every digit that dared to touch what was mine. It didn’t matter Vivian had slipped him the drug that would make him need to have her and forget everything the next day. This part of the plan was the one we resisted, but nothing we came up with could compare.

Finn was the one who tried to get her to agree to letting him kill the dirty asshole of her past, but Viv wouldn’t allow it. She had a long, sordid history with this Johnny guy and his wife, Heidi, and insisted this would be the perfect revenge. If he were dead, he wouldn’t suffer the same ridicule those two had caused her in her youth. “Death is the easy way out,” she insisted the night we planned how to make sure the sheriff was too far away to make it to town while we robbed the bank.

Viv was more vicious than any of us, choosing long-term suffering over the quick and easy. I loved that about her, even if it frustrated the fuck out of me when she had my cock buried in her throat and refused to let me cum. She was cruel when it came to me, still not over what I’d done to her weeks ago. Yeah, she fit our band of misfits so damn perfect.

Dane came to his senses first, “We need to move the truck. We only have two hours, and it’s going to take us at least that long to get to Joe’s and back.”

It was another thing Viv taught us. These people may live simple lives, but they paid attention. The money we’d spent on making this truck the perfect getaway car was almost wasted. We needed another throwaway car to escape, otherwise we’d have all the state watching out for our truck and be caught quickly.

Starting it up, Dane drove to our girl’s apartment building and handed me the keys. Her piece of shit car was fast enough to escape, but dented and rusted enough to not care if it was abandoned. Without a word, I hopped into it, inhaling the sweet scent of Viv’s perfume that lingered, before following Dane and driving out to the derby track. Once we had the truck safely hidden, we’d all ride back together to pick up Viv and throw the mark in the trunk before taking him to where we needed to go.

It was going to be a long night of driving and I was thankful for the late hours we’d started keeping since she stepped into our lives. Worth every single moment to hear her sweet cries of pleasure as we filled her up, and we brought each other to a place of ecstasy none of us had ever experienced before. With as many women as I’d had under me in my life, I couldn’t believe how fast she took hold of me and made me satisfied beyond belief. She was never bored and loved to take whatever we gave her. All my carnal desires were met with this woman who pushed me to my limits, and sometimes made me fall over them, loving every minute of it.

I knew it was the same for my friends. Dane and Finn, they weren’t shy about taking her with or without me. I heard them all, the grunts and cries, and sometimes I just watched, stroking myself as she fucked one of them or both of them. And every single time she had this look of pure happiness on her face. It was as if she was born to be ours. Whatever jealousy Dane had in the beginning went away the night we initiated her into our group.

I stood in the shadows and watched as Johnny had his hands all over Viv. She did her best to keep him away from her parts that were ours, but he still managed to get a feel in here and there as she walked with him. Walking through the park, she led him to the dark parking lot behind her building, finally taking him by the hand and keeping herself an arm’s length away. I could hear her giggles, fake as hell, as she chided him, “You have to wait, Johnny. If anyone sees us, your wife is going to kill me. You can hold on until we get to my place.”

“Then I’m going to stick it in you, baby,” he said in a voice that made me cringe. Why she’d ever been with this boy pretending to be a man, I didn’t know. At least it was only one time, and it was obviously a failure on his part. Any good man wouldn’t have lost her in the first place after one time. It was the thought of him being shit in the sack that made me finally stop shaking in rage. Still, he’d suffer for touching my woman.

They were close and needed to make it silently to the car where Finn and Dane waited, hiding behind her car. I crouched down and whispered, “They’re coming and that fucker is going to suffer. Get ready.”

Finn held the rag he passed to Vivian so she could muffle his cries before we jumped him. There was no reason to drug him anymore since the molly was enough to make him forget the night. Chloroform was too hard to get on such short notice, but I made sure my contacts were aware we’d need some soon. With Viv around, our plans went off the rails and in a good way. It was better to be prepared for the future, especially heading to towns she didn’t know.

The footsteps came upon us fast, and I felt her car move as she leaned against the bumper, and she laid it on thick, “Mmm, Johnny, I’ve been waiting for this moment to happen again ever since that day under the bleachers. I have something I’ve been wanting to do to you for years.”

“Oh, yeah?” Johnny replied, his words slurred. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” she giggled, feigning embarrassment. He didn’t argue and soon her hand whipped up and shoved the rag inside his open mouth.

The three of us jumped from our spot and pulled him away from our girl. His surprised words couldn’t be heard through the rag as Viv took the keys from me and opened her trunk. We had him tied up in a matter of seconds and shoved him in the small trunk. “Dude, that doesn’t look comfortable,” I laughed quietly before closing him in the darkness.

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