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  His lips flutter over mine, meeting my fiery passion. He wants me as much as I want him, and that’s obvious now. I’ve held myself back for so long and I don’t want to anymore. I want to see where things can lead with this stranger, and I want hope and pray that this man won’t hurt me in the ways that I’ve been hurt before.

  I want to believe that Nikolai is a better man than Widow, but only time will tell.

  14

  She needed a hero, so it’s what she became.

  -Anonymous

  Widow

  “I still can’t fucking believe your sister is the Pharaoh.” I whisper to Damon, nestled safely behind an old barrel at our vantage point. It turns out, Amara really didn’t want me with her. So much so that she told me the wrong time we were leaving and left my ass. So, here I am with Damon.

  “Shit, if you keep saying that everyone will know. I didn’t even know until Vinny showed us the pictures. Rose always acts like she’s studying … travelling the fucking world … when in reality she’s a terrorist.”

  “No, she’s an opportunist.” I correct him, noting how he’s looking at this as a negative thing. “She obviously doesn’t like your uncle and wants him out of the picture. That isn’t a bad thing. As a matter of fact, it’s pretty fucking smart if you ask me. She’s able to get massive amounts of Intel from the inside loop of being his family, while hiding under a mask – literally. If you guys really want Rafael dethroned, or whatever you call it, she’s your ticket to make it happen.”

  “You sound so sure that Rose has it in her.”

  “Why don’t you?” My question comes out callous because I don’t understand why Damon is being so critical of his own sister. It’s obvious she’s been doing this for a while and we’ve all heard about the Jackals. Honestly, they’re like that vigilante gang in Nashville. I think their name is Purgatory, but they have the same concept of doing whatever they want, whenever they want it. The only difference is that Purgatory goes after people who have committed atrocious crimes and serve them their own form of judgement, usually in the form of a slow and painful death.

  “It’s weird to imagine her … of all people doing what she does. She’s so innocent. Always has been.”

  “No, brother. Your little sis has been wearing a mask, her entire life. This shows that she’s not the person you thought she was. She’s much stronger than you ever imagined, and she’ll need you to show her respect when the time comes.”

  “Jesus. Are you her council or some shit?”

  “No, Damon. I’m just telling you the same thing I’d need to hear if the roles were reversed. Just know that with your family, you can accomplish anything. All of you are as strong as brass.” I finish speaking and Damon pulls his phone out, looking back over to me.

  “Dixon has finished setting the place. The show’s about to start,” I peer up from behind the barrel as Damon does the same. It’s the dead of night and out of nowhere I see the building that the Vibora’s use go up into flames. The black night sky fills with a variety of reds and oranges, and from the light the fire gives us, I see one huge motherfucker running our way.

  “Fuck! He almost blew up,” I chuckle, putting my hand on the barrel to support myself. Damon rises and so do I, and yet again he looks to his phone.

  “Amara’s good. We need to scan the area and make sure there are no survivors.” He states.

  I pull my guns free and lead my Prez into battle, shooting down every motherfucker who comes our way. I thought the bomb would take care of the majority of our problems, but I’ve never been more wrong in my life. Just like nasty snakes, they must have a nest underground. I see a couple of people posted by the front door and my guess is that they must be Jackals. In the meantime, I see more snakes come out of nowhere, catching me off guard. I shoot two fuckers with both hands and realize my clip is out of bullets. Fuck! This is the worst timing in the world.

  I move to the right and hide behind some sort of maintenance shed while I reload, and just as I turn, I feel a gun pressed against my back. “Move an inch, and I’ll blow your bloody heart to bits.” I don’t mistake this girl’s accent. She’s Australian, there’s no doubt about it. It’s hard for me to believe that she’d be with the snakes … so she must be a Jackal.

  I whip around, trying to disarm, her but when a bullet goes off, I realize that she’s tougher than she looks. Upon seeing her … I notice she isn’t a Jackal … or maybe she is. Her mask is different, and I mean different because she’s wearing a sphynx mask. Who the hell is this woman, and why is she dressed different than her comrades?

  A stinging sensation shoots through my arm and I now see that this bitch shot me! What in the actual fuck?!

  “You good?” I hear Hawk’s voice and turn towards him.

  “Does it look like I’m good, brother? This naughty kitten fuckin’ shot me!”

  “To be fair, I told this arsehole if he moved I would.”

  “You said you’d shoot my heart, not my arm.” I snarl back at her. She’s at least a foot shorter than me, but doesn’t even flinch as I scream in her face.

  “No matter, I’ll chew your heart up and spit it out for dinner, love.” Fuck, I’ve never had a woman speak to me with such fire before. There’s something invigorating and annoying about it at the exact same time.

  Hawk takes a step towards me and looks at my wound. Thankfully, the fire is lighting up the area a bit. “It’s just a flesh wound. I’ll sew you up later.” Just like that he’s gone, out of sight and I hear shooting.

  “Well, I’ll see you later buttercup. I have some mayhem to create.”

  I grab her by the shoulder and immediately regret my decision as she twists my arm into a lock, causing pain to radiate through my wound. “Fuck, woman! I just want to know your name.”

  I hear her laugh behind her mask, “Tania, but you can call me Sphynx.”

  15

  The unexpected is usually what brings the unbelievable.

  -Quotes ‘nd Notes

  Widow

  Tania, or Sphynx … I’m not really sure what to call her at this point. Well, she’s unlike any other woman I’ve ever been around. She’s got attitude and lots of it. She’s the type of woman who can defend herself, which is makin’ my cock twitch. Then I have to consider how she shot me, and I didn’t wrap my hand around her tiny little neck until she couldn’t take another breath. I have a hard time understanding why I didn’t. It’s not like I haven’t killed anyone before. For fuck’s sake, it’s how I got my road name – Widow, because I’m a widow maker. I don’t discriminate, whether you’re a man or a woman, one way or another your significant other will end up without you. Especially if you piss me off. And here this woman is, pissing me off … but in a way that turns me on.

  “You look like you’re havin’ a wet dream standin’ up,” Hawk cackles as we stand in front of the incinerating compound.

  “Maybe. Who the fuck knows. That girl … Tania.”

  Hawk crosses his arms and looks at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. “You mean the Jackal that shot you?”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “So, you’ve lost your fuckin’ mind! The bitch shot you. Go look for some other type of pussy, brother. One that doesn’t wanna shoot your heart out.” I think about what Hawk’s saying and while he’s playing it safe … it’s boring. I’ve fucked boring bitches my entire life and I don’t wanna keep doing it.

  I grin, thinking about the things I want to do to this woman. I wanna lay her out over the pool table and slam my cock into her pussy while my brother’s watch. I wanna splatter her out across the island in one of the trailers and shove my cock down her throat while I feast on her pretty, pink pussy. Just thinking about it makes my cock hard.

  “Yo, let’s load up and get outta here. The Jackal’s meeting us back at the club, so let’s get going.” Damon shouts to the two of us. I see Dixon standing next to him and they both head off to where we left the bikes.

  In a matter of minutes were on our bikes a
nd headed back to the clubhouse. This compound is about fifteen minutes away from the club, but with our speed demon tendencies, we make it back in a little over seven.

  As we arrive, I see a huge van and an RV parked out back. I know that isn’t any of ours, so it must mean that the Jackals are here. We park our bikes near the front of the clubhouse and Damon walks inside. As I enter, I see a woman with a Pharaoh style mask on, and right beside her is Sphynx. My mind is putting two and two together. She must be the Pharaoh’s right hand, kind of like her VP I guess. The rest of the Jackal’s have on their masks, and even though I know it’s Rose behind the mask, I won’t act like I do.

  “It seems our troops work well together, Damon.” Rose states. I listen to her authoritative voice and think about how far the kid has come. I can remember her when she was a wee little tyke, and now here she is, running an army. “I believe we should continue this fruitful relationship. However, I do have a question for you.”

  “Ask away,” He says, trying to hide back a chuckle.

  Sphynx catches sight of his disrespect and starts to get up, but Rose holds her hand up, causing her to stop. “The Jackals will help you bring down Ricardo, but you will owe us a favor at some point. A favor that can be redeemed whenever I see fit. You will also help us in our efforts against Rafael, when the time comes.”

  “I don’t owe you anything. It was your choice to come here tonight and help us. A conscious choice as a matter of fact.” Damon challenges Rose, and I can tell that he’s challenging his sister and not the leader of a gang. He needs to remember his place, to be respectful to this woman because as far as everyone else knows, she is a stranger. He wouldn’t ever be this ballsy if he didn’t think he could get away with it.

  “You couldn’t have done this without us. Or dare you forget the help we have so kindly offered you this night? I can make your life hell, Damon. It’s best you not forget that.” I watch the way his eyes widen, assessing what he’s going to say next. I want to tell him to shut up and not be a gloating pig, but it’s not my place.

  “I will not help you on the road to your deathbed,” Damon sneers at her.

  Sphynx shoots up and cracks a whip at Damon. In a second, she has his wrist wrapped in her rope and is yanking him down. “Don’t forget who it is that you speak to. I have killed men for less, and I have no problem in killing another.”

  Dixon has his gun trained on Sphynx and I see Hawk has done the same. For each man, there is a weapon pointed at the other. Pharaoh rises from her seat and approaches Damon, taking the whip off his wrist. “That is the only chance you will ever get, brother. Next time, I will let her kill you.” She whispers it out so low that I know only I can hear it. I act like I don’t, drawing my brows sternly as I stare at her.

  “I will tell you again. I owe you nothing. If there is a time where I feel we have a mutual understanding in defeating Rafael, I will be sure to take part in it. Otherwise, do not come to me with your demands. I am not the type of man who enjoys being threatened.”

  “And I do not tolerate being disrespected. It seems as if we both have a bit to learn,” She raises her hands and I watch as each of her Jackal’s lowers their weapons. Damon gives everyone a signal that tells them to follow suit. “We will see the outcome of the madness we ensued tonight very shortly. I will see you in the morning,” She walks past us, out the door and each of her Jackal’s leave with her minus one.

  Sphynx stays behind for a moment, eyes focused on me and walks past me. I follow her out the door, grab her by the back of the hair and put my hand over her mouth as I make sure we’re behind a trailer. She manages to bite my finger and I curse to myself, yanking it away. “Motherfucker!”

  I take her shorts and shimmy them down, shooting my uninjured hand right to her center. Ah, just like I thought. “You’re dripping wet,” I move my lips right next to her ear and whisper what I’ve thought about doing all night long. “I keep thinking about sinking my cock into that wet cunt of yours.”

  The grabs me by the face and digs her claws into my skin, “Stop thinking and just do it. Or are you a pussy bitch?”

  I free my cock from the confines of my jeans and slam myself into her. Fuck! This bitch is tight. She wraps her legs around my torso and I pound myself into her. I hear the sound of our bodies slamming together, while she moans, digging her nails into my face deeper. I don’t mind it one bit, I want this feral cat to mark me, to show everyone how much she enjoyed my cock being plummeted inside her.

  “You can do better than that, can’t you?” She snarls. I pinch her clit and revel in the sound of her scream, slamming myself deep inside her. I can feel the head of my cock swelling as it slams against her cervix, and the way her pussy tightens around me. If I don’t pull out, I’m going to come inside her and I can’t do that.

  I pull my cock free and play with her clit hard and fast, making her squirt for me. Fuck, if I wasn’t attracted to her before, I sure am now. I can’t wait to make this girl squirt for me again.

  I shove her down, tear off that fucking mask, and jam my cock down her throat. I fuck her mouth as ferociously as I just was her pussy. My balls tighten and within moments I feel myself shooting my seed down her throat. She tries to go back a bit, but I don’t allow it. “Ah-ah,” I tsk, shaking my finger. “Take it all, Tania, and get used to it. This won’t be the last time my cock is in your mouth.”

  16

  Seek what sets your soul on fire.

  -Anonymous

  Rebel

  Today is the day where my life changes as I know it. I sit in the quiet corner of a coffee shop, staring down at my chai latte, hoping that this is all a dream. But it isn’t, and I need to accept that fact here and now.

  For so long I was able to live a peaceful life, a quiet one where I haven’t been bothered by another person. More importantly, a life where I was able to hide from him for years. I didn’t want him to ever find us, but he would have one way or another. I curse myself now, realizing that my job would’ve given me up one way or another. Fuck, I don’t even know how he found me. Did he see my face while he was passing through Las Vegas, or did he send a private investigator after me? Shit. He could’ve even looked up my name change. It is considered public record after all. Not every state has the same privacies. It’s really easy to find anything about anyone online. As sad as it is, privacy is a fairytale in this day and age.

  I glance over in the corner and see Nikolai sitting by himself, scrolling away on his phone while he enjoys his Americano. He insisted that he’s coming with me today and I didn’t argue with him. This meeting has given me so much anxiety and still continues to do so. As I’m thinking, I bet I shouldn’t have grabbed anything with caffeine. It’s just going to make my anxiousness so much worse.

  I see Widow walk in and notice he spots me immediately, but he doesn’t come over and sit across from me in the booth. Instead, he walks up to the barista and grabs his own coffee before coming over to sit down. “You look like shit,” He tells me. There he is, good ol’ Widow.

  “You smell like shit, but I never bring that up.” I counter back, showing him that I won’t let my nervousness take over me. I need to show him that I’m the one in control, not him.

  “So, let’s cut to the chase. You need to introduce me to our daughter, and you sure as hell better tell me what it is that you told her. If you told her I didn’t want to be in her life, Rebel … I’ll lose it.”

  I sit up a little straighter and think about what he’s just said. What Widow doesn’t realize is that he’s not in control. I don’t even have to be sitting down right now. We could take this a completely different way and involve the courts. I have no problem using the fact he’s in a club against him in order to keep Zoe safe. I won’t let him break her heart too. She deserves much better than that. “Calm your shit. You better remember who it is that you’re talking to. I can take this legal, Widow. I should let you know that I have no problem doing that.”

  “Try me. You took off and r
an from me when you were pregnant. I didn’t even know she existed until recently. I’m betting the courts would eat that shit up.”

  “I feared for our safety.” I say aloud, imitating just how I would tell a judge, lawyer or anyone else who would ask me.

  His eyes widen and nostrils flare. Good, he knows I’m not bluffing and it’s best this way. He stands up from the table and towers over me. Alright, well I wasn’t expecting him to go full on caveman in here, but I see where we’re headed.

  Within a moment, I see Nikolai approach our booth. He stands next to me and I scoot in, feeling the need to have him beside me. I don’t think Widow would hurt me physically, but then again, I don’t know if he would or not. Time changes people, and I don’t believe he’s the same man I knew all those years ago. Widow gives Nikolai a once over, “Who the fuck is this, your bodyguard?”

  “No, I’m her boyfriend. Now sit the fuck down.” His accent pours out of his mouth and I stare at him in complete awe. I don’t know if it’s because he sounds hot as can be, or if it’s because he called himself my boyfriend. Either way, I’m not complaining.

  Widow sits back down, narrowing his eyes at me. “I’m going to see my daughter, Rebel. I never did anything to you to make you run off like you did. Never did I lay a hand on you or hurt you in any way.”

  “That’s a crock of shit. You hurt me in the worst way.” I hiss, trying to keep my voice low. We are in a public setting after all. Anger boils through my body and I start to shake, years of this shit finally starting to seep out.

  “What did you tell her?” He asks again, so focused on this question.