Chapter 173: Devils or Saints
*There was a time that we were more devils than saints. – Trigg*
Knuckles pulled back from her neck, ensuring that their eyes met and she understood what he was going to tell her.
“They’d kill me. It might not be as quick as when Tank killed Jefferson. It would probably be brutal like when I killed Stinger. And my body would never be found. My bike would be stripped and parts sold. Anything that would identify it as mine would be destroyed. All my stuff would either be sold or destroyed. My cut would be burned and my name never mentioned again.”
“But the club….”
“Is not as nice as you think it is. We got out of drugs and arms when Sinner and his family were gunned down. But we still do some shit.” He said in a no-nonsense tone.
“The guys that got you in Germany and bounced you around? That’s part of what we do. Werewolf opened his security company; all the employees are affiliated with the club. Including the international ones. We ghost people. You need to disappear; we can do that. Someone needs to die; we can do that too.”
“The bars and clubs that we don’t own but do security for are owned by the mafia. We do dirty work for them; they keep us protected. Celt’s office keeps us clean. Ryder and his accounting firm keeps the money clean.”
“What do yeh do?” She whispered.
“I’m muscle. I’ve worked with Tank and Dom before. Dom is an honest to God assassin. She does some work for governments. Sniper from the mother house, is just that. He’s a hired gun. And yes, they’ve done jobs together.”
“She’s killed the men in the basement.”
“And many others. She killed her own brother-in-law. The only thing keeping her from being considered a fucking sociopath is the fact that she believes that you need to deserve to die.”
“What did she do to Mitzi and her daughters?”
He shrugged. “Tortured them. I know they were locked up in the cage for a while. She probably fucked with their minds, making them think she would do something to them. After they were removed, she probably fucked the hell out of Whip and Emily.”
“She has a darkness around her. It’s hard to explain, but unlike most that have the darkness, she enjoys it. Thrives in it.” Nessie said thinking about the woman. “Tank fights it. It’s lessened now that he’s found his light.”
“Evie?” Knuckles asked with a smile.
“And their sons.” She smiled back at him. “When they have their daughter, his light will be so much brighter than the darkness. He’s making peace with his past.”
She brushed hair from his face and then cupped his face, her fingers threading into his beard. “You have very little darkness. You have no qualms about the lives you’ve taken.”
“They deserved it.” He said with a little shrug.
Nessie leaned in and kissed him. She moved her hands down and undid his belt and jeans. With a few swift movements, she had his hardened shaft out of his jeans and began stroking him.
Groaning into her mouth, he placed a hand on her hip, encouraging her to move her body with her hands.
“Babe…” He moaned as she moved off his lap.
“I want to.” She said as she slid to her knees.
He pulled his phone out of his cut pocket and quickly dialed a number. “Turn the cameras off.” When the person on the other end confirmed that they were off, he ended the call and tossed the phone aside.
“Oh, God, Ness.” He said as he felt the back of her throat. She shifted and he felt his cock slide into her throat. “Fuck, babe.”
It had been months since anything other than his own hand had touched his cock. He was fighting not to come down her throat.
“Oh hell. Harley Davidson. Triumph. BMW. Shit babe, I’m not going to last long.”
She released him and looked up at him. “Do yeh want me to stop?”
“Whatever you want to do, babe. Keep going. Park your pussy on my face. Stop. Let me fucking eat you out. Sixty-nine.”
“Yeh seem to have a trend.” Nessie said just before running her tongue from base to tip.
He grunted a reply as she took him back into her mouth. Ness hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on his cock bobbing up and down.
Unable to stop himself, he shot ropes of come into her mouth.
“Fuck me.” Knuckles sighed out and then took a deep breath. “Come here.”
She slid back into his lap and he stood up. The cats began stretching and preparing to follow him.
“Go to bed, kids.” He said and the cats settled down in the cat teepee in the corner. He lead led her towards the bed. Knuckles stripped out of his clothes, leaving his boxers on, back in their rightful place.
Kissing her, he took her hair down and then stripped off her clothes. Knuckles flipped back the blanket and laid them down on the bed.
“Knu-"
“Shhhh….” He said as he laid on his side and pulled her to him. “As good as that was, and fuck me, it was hella awesome, but you have your reasons, and I promise to always protect you, even from yourself.”
“So, yeh just gonna lie here and what?”
“Go to sleep.” He answered. “Damn. I should have turned the lights off. Don’t go anywhere.”
He got up and went over to the light switch. Knuckles turned off the lights and then returned to the bed. Sliding back under the covers, he pulled her to him.
“Talk to me, babe.”
“About what?”
“Something is bothering you.”
Nessie turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest. Knuckles held her as her tears flowed. He smoothed her unruly hair and held her close, letting her release her emotions.
“Evie lost her loves, her baby. Herself. Her pain was excruciating. She chose to go on. Now she’s getting everything back. Not quite how it was. But remade.”
“It was emotional for you.” He concluded and she nodded. “I don’t know what you go through, but you can always talk to me. Just tell me what you need.”
“Just this. Just you.”
