Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (20 page)

Feeling a sense of relief, Chops places his hand on my shoulder and I turn my head looking back at him. “Okay, I think you’re done.”

Furrowing my brow, I look down to his other foot. “What about—”

“I have plans for that,” Chops reveals and grabs my cut pulling me up from the ground. He slaps my back as Marco’s screams hush, and he wavers in and out of consciousness. “Good job, Stealth. Now go… relax, and watch for the rest of it.”

Swallowing hard as Mad Dog nods at me like I’ve done him proud, I stagger over to the side of the chair as Chops goes back over to his metal cabinet and grabs a small hessian sack. I wonder what’s in it as Mad Dog steps up in front of Marco.

“Marco, I’m giving you an option to talk here before shit gets serious. Tell us about José? Tell us who his employer is? Who is the head of the Cartel, and where can we find them?”

Marco opens and closes his eyes a few times licking the blood from his lips. “I don’t even know why you’re asking me, hombre. I’m not going to budge. Not even an inch.”

Mad Dog huffs and shakes his head as Chops smiles kneeling down at the foot of Marco with the hessian sack. He opens it and pours some pebbly metallic powder onto Marco’s ankle and across his foot.

“Is that what I think it is?” Marco asks and it suddenly dawns on me too.

“Sure is. Let’s get this party off with a bang, hey?” Chops states and Marco pulls against his restraints, the stakes bobbling up and down in the air as he moves from side to side, the gun powder residue on his foot falling slightly, but still enough remains on his skin. I know that placed in the right spot, setting off the gunpowder will blow his foot off, but I guess that’s Chops’ aim.

“Stealth, Prez, you might wanna stand back. Shit’s gonna get messy,” Chops declares with a chuckle in his voice.

Mad Dog grabs my shoulder and pulls me back toward the stairs. We can still see, but we’re far enough away from the blast zone.

“Last chance to talk, Marco,” Chops warns.

“I don’t know what to tell you. Anything you do would only be child’s play compared to what the Cartel would do to me if I rat.”

Chops shrugs grabbing a box of matches from the trolley and smirking. “Okay, well then, light ‘em up,” he says striking the match and taking three long strides back.

Marco’s chest rises and falls dramatically as he shakes his foot trying to get rid of as much gunpowder as possible before the match hits him. Chops chuckles and holds the flickering match up to his face. “You just had to go and get me all
fired
up!” Chops jeers cockily and hurtles the match onto Marco’s foot. It fizzles and cracks and Marco screams out in anticipation of what’s coming next, then an almighty bang roars through the Chop Shop, the shockwave smacking me in the chest as pieces of skin, sinew and blood, fly through the air. Ducking down from the debris, Mad Dog laughs as Chops wipes tiny chunks from his face.

“Now that’s a show! You still with us, Marco?” Chops asks walking back over to him his leg dangling off half way down his calf. His eyes closed and his mouth agape taking in slow staggered breaths.

“Marco, wake up you loco son of a bitch,” Mad Dog berates sauntering over to him and slapping him hard across his face. He doesn’t move in the restraints just jolts slightly as he opens his eyes.

“Just kill me, por favor, I beg you. End me, I’m not going to tell you anything, so you may as well get it over with.”

Chops looks at Mad Dog as I crinkle my nose up at the stench of burnt gunpowder, and the metallic twang of burnt blood that starts to churn my stomach. “Well, I can see you’re not going to talk, but I can’t let this torture be over, without rubbing a little salt in the wounds as they say.”

Chops leans down under the trolley and pulls up a plastic bag that’s full of white power. Wondering what it is, I raise my eyebrows at Mad Dog who’s chuckling to himself. He looks at me as Chops pours some of the powder onto the trolley. “Oh, it’s actual salt. He’s very literal in the Chop Shop, Stealth. You should know that by now.”

Pursing my lips, I let out a light laugh and nod as Chops grabs a spoon and ladles some of the salt onto the scoop. He then moves his finger to Marco’s nose where the blood is starting to dry and he rubs against the open flesh harshly. Marco’s body stiffens as he cries out in agony, while Chops re-opens the wound and then pours the salt onto the oozing flesh. Marco screams out again and struggles in his restraints.

“Fucking hell, you fucking motherfuckers. I just want to die, kill me, fucking kill me!”

“I told you we’re rubbing salt in the wound. You’re not being very helpful to us Marco, so why would we be helpful to you?” Chops asks pouring salt onto the stake wounds on his wrists. He struggles while Chops rubs the salt into the flesh. I know it would be stinging like a bitch, and for the first time I’m so fucking glad that I’m a biker and watching torture, because this man, this shell of a human, doesn’t deserve to live. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the air those women upstairs breathe. But he does deserve all this pain, tenfold. In my opinion, the torture we’re giving him here tonight is nothing compared to what he should get. He’s getting off easy, but in the end, he’ll be dead and those women will be safe. That’s all that matters.

With more salt being rubbed into every open wound, including his amputated foot, Mad Dog walks over grabbing a large hunting knife from the bench and glides it up Marco’s stomach to his chin. Mad Dog digs the tip of the blade into his sternum. Marco coughs and squirms as blood trickles down his chest. He then slides the knife down his chest breaking open the skin as he goes leaving a giant slice right down the centre of his torso. Then when he gets to his belly button, he slides over to the right and then continues slicing down his thigh. Blood is oozing from Marco as Mad Dog stabs the knife down into Marco’s thigh. He screams out again, and his eyes roll back into his head. Mad Dog pulls the knife out and slaps his cheek a few times with a chuckle.

“C’mon Marco, we’re nearly done. Eye’s open.”

Marco’s eyes flutter open as Chops undoes the head restraint. His head flops forward and Chops grabs his hair holding his head up so Mad Dog can look at him. “Marco, last chance. This is the final call, tell us about
José
and the Cartel.”

Marco swallows hard and shakes his head. “Sorry esé, no can do.”

Mad Dog nods with a huff. “Okay. There’s no need to torture you anymore.” Mad Dog stands up turning like he’s going to walk away, but then quickly turns back and stabs Marco in the abdomen with the knife. He moans out in pain as blood seeps out of his wound.

“It’s hard to stop the torture once you start, you know? Sorry, just a reflex, I’ll stop now,” Mad Dog teases with a smirk as Marco glares at him coughing, blood now pooling from his mouth.

“The Cartel won’t stop until you’ve gotten out of drugs and guns, they will take out every buyer you manage to take on. You cannot win this war, Mad Dog. Get out while your men are still alive, while your family is still alive.”

Mad Dog stiffens and stands tall. “These men here are my family.”

Marco coughs and his body sags. “No,
your
family,
Mad Dog. Be careful or they will be on the hit list.” He coughs again and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Mad Dog squats down to be eye level with him and grabs his shoulders shaking him. “Marco, what do you mean? Wake up and talk to me. Tell me what you mean, you fucking crazy son of a fucking cunt!”

Marco lets out a long breath and his entire body sags. He’s dead, and Mad Dog starts to breathe harshly out of his nose. He brings his fist up and slams it into Marco’s jaw. “Wake up you motherfucker. Tell me what you mean?”

Chops shakes his head as Mad Dog lays another punch into Marco’s dead body, and I step up behind Mad Dog grabbing his arms from behind and pulling him away from Marco. “Let me go, we need to get the intel from him, Stealth!”

“He’s gone, Mad Dog, he can’t tell you anything,” I confirm. He turns to face me, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, his nostrils flaring, his face bright red and a vein pulsing so fast in his neck I’m worried it might burst.

“Don’t tell me what to do, son.” He pushes me harshly, my body instinctively taking a step back as his heavy feet pound the concrete floor and storm up the stairs away from the mangled mess that is, no was, Marco.

I turn to Chops and he exhales. “This is
not
good.”

Shaking my head, I chew on my bottom lip. “Nope, he’s going to be even more on edge now.”

‏Chops nods and rubs his chin. “I’ll keep an eye on him, I’ll just clean this up and go talk to him. Go, have a good night with the rest of the guys and don’t discuss what was said.”

Nodding, I take a look at Marco covered in blood and salt and raise an eyebrow. “Thanks for round two, Chops. I think I could really get used to this shit.”

He laughs as I turn and march toward the stairs. I need a drink and maybe some time with Skye to bring me back down to earth.

Roaming back up to the clubhouse, I see a party is in full swing. Everyone is celebrating and rejoicing the victory we weren’t sure we were going to have. None of us, except for Mad Dog, who was the only brother confident we were going to pull this kill off. And we did, even managing to be the knights in shining armour for once. The women from the Ingratos hangout are all looking like they’re relaxing as they eat and talk to the club girls. All except for Jess, who’s on the pool table shooting ping-pong balls out of her pussy into Crash’s tiny basketball hoop.

Looking off to the other side of the room, the brothers and club girls are getting it on. Even some of the women from the Ingratos are getting in on the action. The little girls however, are nowhere to be seen, and I notice Aimie is absent too. So I’m assuming she’s off looking after them. Which is good, they’ve seen enough shit in their short lives, they don’t need to see a biker party too.

Glancing around, I can’t see Skye anywhere, so I duck outside and notice she’s sitting under the burning tree talking to Emma and Behemoth. Smiling as she sits, the flames of the fire lighting her beautiful face, a flitter flows through my stomach as I step over to them. She peeks up at me and a wide smile crosses her face.

“Hey handsome.” Her angelic voice rings through my ears making me smile in response, as I stride up to her and place out my hand.

“Hey gorgeous,” I reply as she takes my hand and I pull her up from the chair and into my arms. She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck and looks straight into my eyes. Her bright blue irises sparkling against the moonlight.

“So you went into the fire and burnt everything in your path, right?” she asks and I tilt my head and smirk.

“What do you mean by that?”

Her fingers run through the hair at the nape of my neck. “I saw you go into the Chop Shop with the Prez and Chops. That’s twice you’ve been in there now.”

Exhaling out of my nose, I rest my forehead against hers and swallow. “Does that bother you?”

She half-smiles. “I’m not stupid, I’ve been here long enough to know what goes on down there. You going down there is… concerning. I just worry that maybe, either they’re making you go there and you’re staying out of duty, or the other scarier thought is you’re going because you actually like it down there.”

Tensing slightly because the answer is a little of both, I decide I’d rather put her mind at ease and not let her think I enjoy torturing people. “Skye, what goes on down there, I can’t talk about it… you know that. But I will say that the man down there tonight, he deserved what he got. I’m not going to lie to you, I enjoyed watching him suffer for all the pain he caused the women and children that were locked in the cage at their hangout. But as for the person, I become in the Chop Shop, he wasn’t the best. It’s a whole different world down there, and it’s probably better if you try not to think about it too much. I’m gonna attempt to wipe everything I’ve seen in there from my memory. It’s best if you try not to worry about what happens down there either.”

She runs her hand down my arm and across my chest stopping where a splatter of blood lies. “This isn’t yours, is it?” she asks chewing on her bottom lip.

Exhaling, I pull back from her and take both her hands in mine, looking her in the eyes and smiling. “Gorgeous, try not to worry. I’m still me.”

She looks down to the ground and takes a step so our bodies are close again, and I run my hand up to her cheek pushing some hair behind her ear.

“I know, it doesn’t affect how I feel about you, Stealth. I just don’t want you to change who you are, by becoming hard and uncaring like some of the others.”

Furrowing my brows, I shake my head. “Hey, look at me!” She slowly lifts her face and her eyes glance up at me through her lashes. “I could never not care about you,
ever
. Come with me.” Quickly leaning in, I peck her on the lips before grabbing her hand and turning, leading her away from the bonfire.

She giggles treading quickly, trying to keep pace with me. “Stealth, where are we going?” she asks with humor in her voice.

“Somewhere where I can show you how much I care about you,” I reply and keep walking her around the side of the clubrooms away from prying eyes. I turn pulling her to me as I push her back up against the bricks of the building. She smirks and looks around the corner to where my brothers are sitting drinking and generally fooling around.

“Stealth, whatever is on your mind?” she asks with a smirk.

“Well, first, I’m going to kiss you.” I press my lips to hers and kiss her deeply. Her mouth opens allowing me access, as her hands rise straight up into the back of my hair pulling me onto her further. I grind my already hard cock into her then push her completely against the wall. My hand moves down to her leg and I grab her naked thigh under her mini skirt and pull it up next to me so I can move in. Grinding up against her, as my tongue assaults hers, feels like the pleasure I’ve needed all night. Like a crescendo that’s been building since we entered the Ingratos hang out, and now I’m about to reach my peak. She pulls back resting her head against the bricks and smirks.

“And secondly?” she asks.

I raise my eyebrows insinuatingly and drop her leg from beside me moving both hands up her skirt to the top of her knickers. She giggles as I shuffle them down, and she shimmies out of them as they fall down to her ankles. She steps one side out of them leaving them dangling on one ankle.

Fuck that’s hot!

“And secondly,” I whisper running my nose along hers then down across her cheek pressing my lips against her flushed skin, while my hand travels around parting her legs. “Secondly, I’m going to fuck you against the wall, to remind you how much I care about you, Skye.”

Her body quivers against me as my hand slides back between her thighs and upwards, pressing on her clit. She moans against my ear as I kiss her neck, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside of her. This will be quick, after everything that has gone on tonight I need a release, and Skye is willing to help with that.

Her hands slide down my front and make their way to my belt, undoing it swiftly as I circle on her nub. Her breathing is coming in quick, shallow bursts and as she successfully undoes my belt, my pants are next. With my free hand, I rapidly grab my wallet from my back pocket before my pants fall down and slide out a condom, then put my wallet back in my pants just in time for them to fall to my ankles freeing my rock hard, throbbing cock. She moans into my mouth as I circle on her clit harder. Bringing the condom packet up to my mouth, I pull back and rip the packet open with my teeth.

Skye smiles and leans up grabbing the condom from the wrapper and moves down rolling it onto my cock. Taking in a deep breath, at her warm hand gliding the lubricated sheath over my hard length, feels exquisite.

My hand moves to her wrist as I pin it next to her head, as her other hand moves up to the back of my hair. My other hand moves to her thigh, and I pull it up by my side as I step in close to her. She wraps it around my waist and my hand drops from her thigh. We’re both panting and breathing heavily, with our chests heaving knowing we’ll be joined soon enough. Taking hold of my throbbing cock in my free hand, I move in close positioning the tip right at her opening. She looks me in the eyes and I smile bringing my lips to hers. As my tongue enters her mouth, I thrust up inside of her grabbing hold of her thigh and gripping tightly, pulling her on me so I can get in nice and deep. Our joined moans filter across the compound drowned out by the racket of my brothers only metres away, but completely oblivious.

Her warm, slick pussy engulfing every inch of me, taking me to the precipice I’ve needed all night. Moving my hips back, I rock up into her as her body moves up the wall. My fist clenched around her wrists holding her tight as we kiss passionately, bringing all the tension of today out with a throaty moan. Her tight pussy constricts around me as I thrust into her at an even tempo.

Fucking Skye is so different to making love with Hannah.

My chest tightens thinking of Hannah and I falter slightly staggering on the spot.

Skye pulls her lips from mine and runs her hand across my cheek. “You okay?”

“Fine gorgeous,” I murmur and bring my lips back to her, wiping my mind of everything and just get back in the moment, which is pounding into Skye against the wall.

Her silky warmth is making my balls tighten, and the impending explosion is working its way closer and closer, but I want to make sure Skye gets off first. Pressing my lips back to hers, I kiss her frantically as I push in deeper. She moans into my mouth as I swivel my hips in a slight rotation and then thrust. She groans into my mouth arching her back, her tits push into my chest and I know that’s how she likes it. So I swivel, thrust, and pull her onto my cock hard and deep. This is rough, fast fucking and she’s loving every second of it. Her body begins to tremble against mine, and I tighten my clenched fist on her wrist and dig my fingers into her thigh.

Her body coats with a mist of sweat as she rides my cock against the wall. Thrusting and grinding, I kiss her with everything that I have. I need her to know I care about her. Her muscles clench as her pussy begins to tighten around my cock. Her body shakes as she pulls up riding higher and higher on my cock. Her moaning becoming louder as her hands in my hair starts to tug and pull at the strands.

Opening my eyes to see her face, it’s contorted tightly as she clenches her eyes shut and breathes harshly out of her nose. She pushes herself down hard on my cock just as I thrust up into her, and her pussy tightens then relaxes as her body shakes while she moans out loud breaking the kiss and resting her head on my shoulder. She pants frantically as I support her weight and continue to pound up into her building to my release. She tries to work with me through her dazed state.

She lifts her head and starts to move back in time with me, seeming to have had enough recovery time. Licking my lips, she leans in kissing me again as my balls squeeze and tighten. A shudder runs down my spine and I know I’m close. Pins and needles begin in my legs, and I clench my eyes shut as a heat washes over my body making me break out in a sweat. My back stiffens, and I thrust once more as my balls tighten completely pulling and squeezing. A tingle runs through my legs and my cock throbs. Clenching my eyes, bright flashes of light burst from behind them as my body shudders with the impending eruption as hot cum bursts its way into the condom as I groan into her mouth. Jolting one last time inside of her, I pull back as I pant trying to catch my breath and look into her beautiful eyes. She really is stunning.

“You’re a breath of fresh air, you know that?” I murmur and she chuckles.

“Well, that’s a nice thing to say.”

Raising an eyebrow, my lips turn up in the corner. “Don’t I always say nice things to you?”

I let go of her wrist and her hand instinctively moves to me cheek to caress it. “Yes, you do. That’s why you’re special.”

Tilting my head, I furrow my brows. “Special?”

“Yeah, you’re not like them.” She jolts her head to the side toward my brothers around the corner.

Swallowing hard, I huff. “I’m becoming too much like them,” I murmur more to myself than to her.

She pulls my head back to face her and she smiles. “You’re a good guy, Stealth. Just always remember that.”

Nodding, I lean in quickly pecking her lips and then let her thigh go. It drops to the ground and I step back drawing back out of her. Pulling off the used condom, I tie a knot in the end and look over to an empty rusted out oil barrel, tossing it inside. Bending down, I grab Skye’s knickers and she steps her foot into the opening and I slide them up her long tanned and toned legs. She smiles at me, and I bend back down grabbing my jeans and pulling them up.

“You doing okay? You seem… frazzled? Or distant? I’m not sure, something’s up—”

Doing up my belt, I interrupt her and smile. “I’m fine gorgeous. It’s just been a very long day. It’s gotta be close to sunrise, I’m tired, and it’s been a little hectic around here lately.”

She nods and grabs my arm as we move away from the wall, and turn around the building to see all my brothers still partying like they hadn’t even noticed we were gone.

“Well, you know I’m always here, no matter what goes down.”

“Thanks, that means a lot.”

Crash starts to wolf whistle as he sees us walking back toward the burning tree. Rolling my eyes, I look at him and smirk as Skye cuddles into my side. We take a seat under the tree as he, Behemoth, Lookout and Techie all leer at us smirking.

“What?” I ask.

“Have a little fun behind the clubhouse, did we Stealthy, my boy?” Techie asks.

Chuckling, I shake my head. “None of your business.”

Skye laughs shaking her head and sits in my lap further.

“Oh, c’mon motherfucker. You want to be a brother or a pussy whipped bitch? Give us the details?” Lookout asks as I glance at Skye, who doesn’t seem the least bit embarrassed.

“Umm… I don’t think Skye wants me telling the world about our times together.”

“Oh, bullshit, Stealth. Skye knows the drill, she’s a club girl. We’re all aware what she’s here for. She isn’t servicing anyone else here so, at least, tell us she’s servicing you… finally?” Techie asks and I swallow hard while looking at Skye not knowing the right thing to say.