Angel (4 page)

It’s hot as Satan’s asshole, so I stay in the warehouse and work a shitty rag over my bike. It’s lookin’ nearly as dirty as me, and it fuckin’ hurts my soul to see it that way. No surprise Lilith’s fire lovin’ ass is right at home in the heat, so she takes a chair and a beer outside to bake her ass.

I’m sweatin’ so much I take my cut off to work, and it don’t take long before I get through all the beer. I ain’t about to sit around thirstin’ my ass off, and I’m gonna need water to get some of that baked sand shit out of my bike, so I go outside to get Lilith.

I step outside, wipin’ my hands on the rag, look around, and tense up. There’s a fuckin’ truck just sittin’ there, pulled some way off the road. I take a few steps and see Lilith. She’s standin’ next to what looks like the offspring of a bear and a minivan. He’s twice her fuckin’ size and holdin’ her hand like they’re at a fuckin’ prom date, smilin’ under his trucker cap like he just got a free steak. He spins her around, and I see Lilith is lovin’ the attention, she’s movin’ and posin’ like she’s doin’ a porn shoot. She pushes out her ass; the trucker smacks it and laughs.

“Hey!” I shout, stridin’ toward them. “Hey!”

I’m ten feet away before the son of a bitch sees me; he’s so fuckin’ into Lilith’s body. His smile drops a little when I get near, but he’s still wearin’ a shit-eatin’ grin. Cocksucker ain’t happy about me crashin’ the party.

I grab Lilith’s arm and nod to the truck. “How about you get back in the truck and save the memory for later?” The guy looks me up and down, and I realize I ain’t wearin’ my cut. The fucker’s taller than he looked from far away, and it’s like lookin’ up at a skyscraper. He takes a step toward me, still holdin’ Lilith’s other arm. “How ‘bout I don’t?”

Lilith laughs like it’s the best fuckin’ shit she’s seen in a long while.

Probably is.

“Come on boys, plenty of me to go around.”

The trucker smiles at her, adjusts his hat, then looks at me like he just found me on the bottom of his boot. “This your girl?” He says, pullin’ on her arm.

“No. That’s my bitch.”

The dumb bastard’s face goes hard, and he spits a loogie so big he makes a puddle. Lilith giggles and pulls at both of us like she’s playin’.

“Ain’t no way to talk about such a fine lady.”

He’s about a foot away from me, and the shit-eatin’ grin’s gone.

“One more time, cocksucker,” I say, “step back in your shitheap and drive as fast as you fuckin’ can out of here.”

It takes a few seconds to sink into the fat fuck’s brain, but I was ready for it the second I walked over. I was ready for it when I hit the streets as a kid. I’m always fuckin’ ready. He drops Lilith’s arm and sets his foot, but before he can ball up that brick of a fist I sink my left deep into his gut, right where the breath goes, foldin’ him in two like a fuckin’ penknife. He’s winded, drops to his knees like he’s gonna fuckin’ propose. I know that for the next while he won’t be good for shit but gaspin’ in a heap.

Still, I want this cocksucker to have no fuckin’ doubts. I yank Lilith backwards behind me, and plant a clean strike on the side of his head. I’m quick, and in a couple of seconds he’s on the deck, sleepin’. I wait a few seconds ‘til he starts movin’, like he’s wakin’ up from the worse hangover he’s ever had. The fucker will be fine, and I ain’t worried about him talkin’ or comin’ back – if he’d seen my cut he’d have known what would have happened the second he saw me. Too bad for him.

I turn around, grab Lilith by the arm, and start makin’ tracks back to the warehouse. It’s all I can do to fuckin’ keep myself from hittin’ the bitch too. When we get in the warehouse, I grab both her arms and slam her up against the wall.

“Enough shit, bitch! We’re fuckin’ hidin’ out here!”

“
You’re
hiding.”

That’s it. This bitch has no fuckin’ idea. She stares right back at me like a fuckin’ challenge. She wants to see how far I’ll go. I’m ready to fuckin’ show her.

I pull her over to the table, swipe the beer bottles and other shit off it, then throw her down, face first, like a slab of prime meat.

“Stay the fuck there, or I kick you back.”

I go to the bike and take the bungie cords that I keep in it. I go back to Lilith and tear off her shirt. I tie her up roughly, through the rings in her nipples, and around her breasts, so the cords are diggin’ into her flesh. I take the rag that stinks of bike oil, stuff it into her mouth, and tie it tight. She’s bent over the table. Bitch can’t move. Bitch can’t speak. I pull her jeans off aggressively, scratching and pinching at her flesh, then I kick her legs apart so I can see her pussy, her asshole, those round, white cheeks. I’m about to make them red raw.

I do everything real careful, real fuckin’ slow. I want her to wait for it, to sense the danger, to start losin’ herself in the moment, waitin’ for it to come. I put my hand on her ass, gentle, easy. I rub it round the curve, feel the softness of her skin, the muscle of her thighs. I bring my hand over her pussy-

The smack is so loud it rings out in the empty warehouse. I hear her scream, muffled by the gag. There’s a faint redness on her ass where my hand was. I put a hand down to my jeans, and pull the other one back to smack the bitch again.

“I told you…”

I smack her again.

“…taker of lives…”

On her other ass cheek.

“…trainer of slaves…”

On her pussy.

“…Lucifer…”

She’s screamin’ continuously now. My hands leave red marks all over her ass. I press my hand against them, rubbin’, makin’ the pain ache and go away at the same time. I got my other hand around my cock now, gettin’ it nice and worked up. I pull on the ropes, sendin’ sensations through her throbbing body. I put my cock against her clit, just enough, so it rubs when I move, and put a hand around her throat – I don’t even want the bitch to breathe without me bein’ in control.

“…and you will…”

I whip the bitch’s ass with the back of my hand this time, the knuckles that knocked out the trucker.

“…fuckin’…”

Her ass is reelin’ and rearin’ up, partly from the pain, partly from by cock rubbin’ against her clit.

“…worship me.”

Her prone fuckin’ body, squirming in pain, my fuckin’ signature all over her ass, is gettin’ me hard. I rub my cock against her clit, just a little against the pussy. The bitch is swingin’ and shakin’ as much as she can, beggin’ for me to get inside, give her a little pleasure to take the edge of the pain – the bitch ain’t gettin’ it. I press my cock inside just enough to let her know I’m right here, hard and fuckin’ ready. I wanna see her struggle, I wanna see her beg. She’s screamin’ now more out of frustration than pain.

I turn around, get my cut on, and get on my bike. The bitch’s muffled screams get louder. Let her fuckin’ beg for it. Burnin’ up for my cock when it ain’t comin’ will hurt a lot more than the hits. Anyway, I’ve gotta get beer. Got to get weed. Shit, I got to take a ride.

I get back about an hour later, and the bitch is still there. Tied up, ass out. I kill the bike engine, step off, and drop the supplies. She hears me and starts wrigglin’, screamin’ through the rag in her slut mouth. Bitch knows what’s comin’. She’s had a lot of time to cool off. This time I ain’ playin’.

No soft-ass foolin’ around, no fuckin’ foreplay – this one’s just for me.

I slam the truck-sized doors loudly, and the bitch nearly jumps right out of the ropes. I walk over and run a finger down between her ass cheeks to her pussy, but I pull away before the bitch starts likin’ it. I take off my jeans. I’m already hard. I been waitin’ for this since I set off from the gas station. I like it rough. I like takin’ what I want. I step slowly around the table, and lower myself to look her in the eyes. Bitch looks at me like she wants to fuckin’ kill me. Good.

“You sure ain’t no fuckin’ Angel.” I rip the gag away from her.

“Fuck you,” are the last words she gets out before I take my cock and press it between her lips. She tries to fight, tries to bite, but the bitch ain’t got no strength left, and it just makes it feel all the fuckin’ sweeter. I pull her head against my cock, swing it around inside her, feelin’ it against the walls of her mouth. “Keep fightin’, babe.”

The bitch spits and coughs when I pull my cock out, but it ain’t long before I’m on the other side, planting my fuckin’ heels and pushin’ up inside her tight pussy. She starts screamin’, beggin’ me to stop. Like hell I will. I have to draw my cock out before I come inside the bitch – that’s the last shit I need right now. I stick a finger in her asshole.

“No! Please!” the bitch screams. I spit on it, pull apart the cheeks, and ease my cock inside. For a couple minutes, I’m in fuckin’ heaven; the bitch is makin’ all kinds of noises now, can barely get a word together. Her ass squeezes my cock like a vice, and I fight back, takin’ every last bit of her sweet fuckin’ flesh.

I come like a fuckin’ freight train into the back of the bitch’s rear, it slams out of me like fuckin’ fire, cleansin’ the bitch, brandin’ her from the inside. She’s mine now. I’ve taken her body, and her mind will follow.

It’s already dark by the time the bitch moves from the floor. She’s been lyin’ there like a fuckin’ child for hours, even though I took the ropes off her a while ago. I don’t know who the hell I fucked, but I’d guess it was Lilith – it’s what she’s for after all. But the bitch on the floor is Amber, I’m sure. Lyin’ there, meek and fuckin’ hurt.

“Get your clothes on and get over here,” I say, sittin’ up against the wall just the way I slept the night before. She limps over; her eyes avoidin’ me, and doesn’t even try to sit on her ass, just curls up again next to me. I hand her the burrito and coke I picked up earlier, and after a couple minutes starin’ at it she slowly begins to eat.

“Ain’t much longer now,” I say, in between a slug of beer and a draw of weed, “and you’ll be doin’ that kinda thing every day.”

She looks up for a moment, catches my eye, and then looks back at her food. After a few minutes, the bitch starts laughin’. First a giggle, like she’s sharin’ a secret joke with herself, but soon she’s laughin’ so hard she can barely breathe.

“What the fuck’s so funny?”

She tries to speak but can’t get her words out from the laughter. After a couple fuckin’ tries she gets it out.

“I’m in hell! Ha! I’m really in fucking hell. Worshipping Satan himself!”

Once again the bitch starts laughin’. It’s Lilith. Shit. She’d better not be fuckin’ crackin’ on me.

“Here, take a hit of this. Calm the fuck down.”

I hand her the weed, and she cools off enough just long enough to drag, still fuckin’ smilin’ to herself.

“Know how long I waited for the devil to show up?” she says, giggling. “And now here you are.”

“I ain’t the devil.”

The bitch laughs like I just gave her a punch line.

“Yes! Yes you are!”

I grab the joint from her and take a drag. Bitch has cracked.

“You’re the fucking devil. And you don’t even know it.”

I give her a stare to let her know I ain’t in the mood for shit.

“The fuck you know about the devil? You got a few fuckin’ tattoos and think you know evil?” I question, glaring at her.

She stops laughin’, and says, “I’ve seen more evil than you’ll ever know.”

I look at her, waiting for her to continue. She takes the joint from my fingers.

“Amber told you about her uncle, about the fire. That was just the start,”

she states, matter-of-factly.

“The start of what?”

“Her parent’s couldn’t handle it. The death of her uncle, the fire, the scars, what we told them. It’s like they blamed us. Amber just hid away more, got more frightened, more worried. I was around a lot. Started making trouble.” She takes a long drag, closes her eyes, breathing out slowly. It still fuckin’ freaks me out seeing the same face that was coughin’ and takin’ baby nips last night suck a joint down like it’s fresh air. “I got in a couple of fights, and they took the excuse. Gave us up after that. Foster homes, juvenile centers, then the streets.”

I see you. I know you. I am you.

“How did you get the tats?”

She looks down at them.

“We got taken in by this old guy. He seemed really nice. I figured he was just an old pervert. One who wouldn’t mind a fifteen-year-old girl hanging around. After all the other shit that we’d gone through, a regular sleeping spot, three meals a day, and some pocket money – well, it seemed like a good deal at the time.”

“There are no good deals on the streets,” I say, remembering.

“Anyway, he lived with another teenage girl, and some guy in his twenties. They had this freaky place up in mountains. It looked like some haunted house. It was. It had this big basement with stone walls.”

She goes quiet until the joint burns her fingers, and she tosses it away. I start rolling another.

“Go on.”

“They were Satanists. The real fucking deal. Me and the girl – I never let Amber see – we did things. Had things done to us…disgusting…depraved…”

I light the joint and give it to her.

“Shitting. Pissing. Sticking things inside us. Knives. Cutlery. Raped. Cut. I got tougher and tougher.” She looks at me with a challenging smirk. “I’ve seen it all.”

“Why didn’t you just get out of there?”

“Same reason I didn’t get out of here. It was the middle of nowhere,” she explains.

I look out into the warehouse for a while.

“They tattooed you in there?”

“No. Those I did myself, after I got out,” she admits.

“You liked it?”

“No. It was hell.”

“Then why get those tattoos?”

She looks at me with a strength in her eye.

“I learnt that darkness, evil, is everywhere. It’s just a matter of being on the right side of it. Of power.” She points to the Latin script running down one arm.
Damnant quod non intrlligunt.
“ ‘They condemn what they don’t understand’.” She pulls up her shirt and points at another on her waist.
Oderint dum metuant.
“ ‘Let them hate. So long as they fear.’ It’s a Satanist proverb.”

“Sounds like my kind of philosophy,” I nod.

“I know.”

I crack open another beer. I should get some sleep, but Lilith’s story has got me feelin’ restless.

“That’s why I’m surprised,” she says.

“Surprised at what?”

She takes a while before talkin’, like she’s thinkin’ about whether to say it at all.

“That you need the club so much,” she finally states.

“The fuck you talkin’ about?”

“Forget it.”

“No, bitch. I asked you a question.”

She glares at me, then breaks into that devil fuckin’ smile.

“What do you think’s going to happen tomorrow, Luc? Let’s say I get rid of Amber, the Cartel takes me, and it’s business as usual. What happens to you? Will you go back to the club? I heard the way they talk to you. You’re making them all the money in the training business, and they talk to you like you just joined. You’re not even VP! You gonna go back to get talked down to by that dipshit who can’t even hold onto his gun?”

I don’t know if I’m beat from tiredness, beer, or weed, but I just sit there. Listenin’.

“I know about families. They call themselves your brothers, but when things go bad, here you are. In the asshole of the desert, hiding away from them, the cartel. So much for them protecting you. So much for loyalty.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“Or maybe you think you can shack up somewhere with that preppy bitch with the big tits. Angel? Ha!”

“I mean it, bitch,” I growl.

“She didn’t look too cut out for the lifestyle when I hung her up. You really think she won’t run back to her daddy as soon as she has the chance? You think the club will let you play happy families when they need bitches trained, and you’re the only one who can? But you’ll go runnin’ back to them now with your tail between your legs.”

I pull my fist back, about to punch.

“Do it, Luc. Do it if it makes you feel better. Lay me the fuck out on the floor. But it’ll still be the goddamned truth.”

The bitch has my head goin’ like a fuckin’ Harley on a cool day. I drop my fist and slam back against the wall.

“You don’t need them, Luc. You can go it alone. With me. Train bitches, take the money for yourself. Be the boss.”

She crawls close enough to me that I can feel her breath on the side of my face as she whispers, speakin’ with her tongue on her lips in that smoky, slow, way she has.

“You’re damn right I ain’t no Angel. I’m bad, fucked-up,
evil
. Just like you.
Soul of my soul.”