Clutch: Satan's Fury MC (19 page)

Before I had a chance to kiss her, she screeched, “Ask him? I can’t ask him!”

“Then, leave it,” I answered, and before she had a chance to respond, I pressed my lips against hers, stealing her next thought.

That’s all it took. She let go of her worries about the kids and wrapped her arms around my neck, immediately filling the room with her little moans and whimpers. My hands drifted down to her thighs, lowering her shorts and lace panties down her long, lean legs. My dick was straining against my jeans as I began to unbuckle them and let them fall to the floor. In a frenzy of need, I lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Just watching the look on her face as I slammed my cock deep inside her made me come undone. I quickened my pace, pounding into her again and again, each thrust more demanding than the last.

She ground her hips against mine, matching my relentless rhythm as she whimpered, “More.”

Fuck. My girl wanted more, and that’s just what I gave her. Her grip on my shoulders tightened as I tilted her hips, driving deeper and harder with every move. I felt her clamp down around my cock, letting me know that her climax was approaching. I came seconds after her body fell limp in my arms. I held her close as I told her, “You’re mine, Olivia Turner. I’m never letting you go.”

With a satisfied smile spreading across her face, she asked, “Are you mine, too? Does it work both ways?”

“Absolutely,” I agreed as I carried her over to the sofa.

“You’re pretty awesome. You know that, right?”

I laughed as I said, “Yeah … I have my moments.”

She rested her head on my shoulder, and as I ran my fingers through her hair, she softly said, “You have lots of moments. And you should know, I love them all. And I love you, too.”

Never before had words sounded so sweet, and hearing them from her the first time had me wanting to make love to her all over again. My world stood still as I turned to face her and said, “I love you, too, Sunshine.”

She pressed her lips to mine, and we completely became lost in the moment. Just before we had a chance to get carried away, we both heard Charlie and Hadley arguing next door. With a growl, Olivia got up. As she got dressed, she pouted. “Duty calls.”

She kissed me one last time and headed for the door. Our moments alone were short, but they were enough. I savored every minute I could have with her. Being with her was the only thing that kept me going when things went to shit at the garage. I’d been going in early every day trying to get ahead, but the weekend was just around the corner and I hadn’t made the progress I’d hoped to make. When all the guys started packing up for the night, I decided I’d follow them out. There was nothing on that engine that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, and I needed to touch base with Big Mike.

As soon as I got out to my bike, I gave him a call and was immediately concerned about what he’d found. Turned out that Hanson made a few bad investments. He’d lost a shit load of money, and the pressure was on him to make a quick turnaround. He was desperate, and desperate men do desperate things. Mike was following a lead on one of the men Hanson was dealing with and promised to get back with me when he found out more. After talking to him, I got on my bike and headed home. I’d barely walked into my apartment when I heard a knock at my door. I looked over at the clock and, seeing that it was before seven, I knew it wasn’t Olivia. We’d made plans to go riding over the weekend, so she’d been working late all week trying to get in a few extra hours so she could take a day off. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find Charlie standing there waiting for me.

He stepped into the apartment and said, “You know Sam? The guy that Livie has been feeding at the diner?”

“Yeah?”

“I found out today at school who beat him up,” he told me with worry in his voice.

When he didn’t continue, I prodded him. “You gonna tell me who it was?”

“His name is Isaac Puckett. He’s a real douchebag. He’s always screwing around with folks and acting like he is such a badass. He’s always running his damn mouth about something. Everybody at school hates him, except for a couple of guys who follow him around like he’s some kind of god or something. They do whatever he tells them to do.”

“Sounds like a real winner. How do you know it was him?”

“I usually just stay away from him and his friends, but I overheard them talking in the locker room after PE today. Puckett was bragging about how he and a couple of his friends beat up some homeless guy, and even mentioned using a crowbar on him. He started getting all hyped up and said they should go try and find him tonight so they could beat the shit out of him again. They even mentioned coming by the diner to find him.”

“Shit. How old is this kid?”

“Pretty sure he failed a couple of times. Somebody said he was like nineteen or something, but he’s just a junior,” he explained.

“Any idea where I might find this kid?”

“He’ll be at the weight room for another hour or two. The coach assigned him an extra hour of weightlifting for being late to practice, so he told his crew to meet him at the park around eight tonight.”

“You happen to have a picture of this guy?”

“No, but you don’t need one. He’s almost six-two, but he’s pretty slim. Might weigh a hundred and seventy-five pounds. He’s got black hair with dreads and he always wears a big diamond earring in his ear. And he drives an old beat-up green Jeep.”

“Little tyke, huh?”

“He’s tall, but a pussy without his friends around. He’ll be the only one at the weight room tonight. Are you going after him?”

“Might have a little chat with him,” I admitted.

“Can I go with you?”

“Not a chance, man. Your sister would kill us both, but I do need you to do me a favor. Go get the keys to Olivia’s car while I change clothes.”

“Okay.” A look of disappointment crossed his face as he headed for the door, and before he walked out, he said, “Just make sure he doesn’t hurt Sam again. I’d hate for anything to happen to him.”

“You can count on that.”

After I made a quick stop for necessities, I made it to the school around seven-thirty. Just like Charlie had said, Puckett’s Jeep was the only one in the lot. I took care of the sad excuse of a security camera and waited for my young friend to come out of the weight room. I stood behind the door, and when he finally stepped out, I placed the barrel of my gun against the back of his head and pulled back the hammer Even though he was just a kid, he knew the familiar click of a cocking gun. He stood there frozen like a statue.

“We are going to take a little ride, Puckett. And then you and me are going to have a little chat. You got that?” When he nodded, I said, “Go over to the car and place your hands on the trunk.”

He did as he was told, and to my surprise, he didn’t resist when I pulled his hands behind his back. To my benefit, he was too scared to move, much less scream out for help. After I’d zip-tied his hands together, I turned him around to face me. It was hard to believe this guy was still in high school. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties with his dreads and thick goatee. But even though he was a big dude, he was still terrified out of his mind. He tried his best to swallow his fear as he stood there looking at me, but I could tell by the way his bottom lip was trembling that he was freaking out. He looked down at me and asked, “What you want, man?”

“You’ll see soon enough. Get your ass in the car,” I ordered as I popped the trunk open.

He managed to keep up his brave front until he spotted the concrete cinder block and three-quarter-inch chain sitting next to the spare tire in the bottom of the trunk. Seeing them only terrified him more, spurring him to put up a fight. He bucked against me, trying to break free from my hold, but with one good jab into his rib cage, he buckled. I gave him a good shove, forcing him into the trunk.

Before I slammed it shut, he whimpered, “Please let me go, man. I didn’t do nothing.”

“That’s where we disagree, Puckett. You’ve done plenty, and now you’re going to pay for it,” I told him as I shut the trunk.

As I got in the car, I heard him kicking his feet against the trunk. Ignoring him, I started the car and drove out of the parking lot. I pulled up beside the bank of the Mississippi River and parked the car. I got out and opened the trunk. His eyes widened as he watched me grab the cinder block and chain and place it on the ground. I took a hold of his arm and started pulling him out of the car.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he asked, “Why are you doing this? I already told you I didn’t do nothing, man.”

Without answering him, I started wrapping the thick chain around his feet, then worked my way up to his arms and waist. The entire time, he was pleading with me to stop, begging with everything he had for me to let him go. I ignored him. When I was finished wrapping the chain around his body, I looped the remaining length around the cinder block and secured it with a lock. I shoved the key in his front pocket and gave him a quick push, forcing him against the car.

“Word on the street is you’re a real asshole. I don’t have much patience for assholes, Puckett. As a matter of fact, I have
no
patience whatsoever for assholes, especially stupid, fucking assholes like you. So, I tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to drag your sorry ass over to that river and watch your skinny little butt sink to the bottom.”

“I ain’t never did nothing to nobody, man. I just do my thing and leave folks alone,” he said defensively. I reached for his arm, and when I gave him an angry tug, he yelped, “Wait! I’ve got some money. It ain’t much, but you can have it. Just give me some time and I’ll get you some more. Whatever you want, just let me go,” he pleaded.

“What I want…? That’s a good place to start,” I told him as I reared back my fist and punched him in the gut. He bent over with a pitiful groan as I said, “See, I got this friend. He’s a real decent guy, Puckett. Unlike you, he minds his own fucking business. Stays out of trouble. Doesn’t fuck with people just to be fucking with them. Turns out, he had a run-in with you and a couple of your buddies the other night. You decided to use him as a punching bag, and that was a mistake, Puckett. A big fucking mistake,” I told him as I punched him again.

He groaned as he stuttered, “I’m s-sorry. I didn’t … know.”

“Of course you didn’t know he was my friend. How could you know that? You’d have to be some kind of genius to know that, but we both know you’re just a stupid asshole,” I told him as I slammed my fist against his jaw.

“I said I was sorry,” he cried as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. “Please … just stop.”

I hit him again, causing his eye to immediately begin to swell. “Did you stop? No, I don’t think you did. As a matter of fact, you even used a crowbar to wail on him, and you were bragging about it at school. You were making plans to do it again. Isn’t that right, Puckett? You were going to do that shit again. You had no intention of stopping.”

“I was just … fucking around, man,” he stammered. “I wasn’t gonna—”

“You’ve got a bad habit of running your fucking mouth, Puckett. No one likes an asshole who runs his fucking mouth all the time. And no one likes an asshole who’s always fucking around with folks … especially me, Puckett. I can’t stand that shit. There’s nothing worse, but all that’s going to stop. Isn’t that right?”

“Uh huh,” he mumbled.

I yanked him up and started dragging him towards the water. When we reached the bank, I said, “I didn’t hear you, Puckett.”

“I’ll stop running my fucking mouth,” he shouted.

“And?”

“I won’t fuck with anyone ever again. Just please.”

“You’ve got one shot here, asshole. You or your friends make one wrong move, there won’t be any more second chances. Next time, your sorry ass will be at the bottom of this river, and no one will ever find you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

With the chains still wrapped around his feet, I pulled him back to the car and tossed him back into the trunk. I drove back to the school, and once I had pulled up next to Puckett’s Jeep, I got out and walked over to the trunk. I opened it to find Puckett staring back at me with a worried look on his face. He knew I wasn’t done with him. I reached for him, yanking him and the cinder block out of the trunk, and pulled him over to the front of his Jeep. I lifted him up, sitting him on the hood, then I pulled a permanent marker out of my back pocket and wrote, “I’m an asshole” on his forehead.

I took a step closer and got up in his face as I said, “Don’t make me come back here, Puckett. Walk a straight line, or you’ll be done.”

“You gonna leave me here like this?” he asked as he tried to move but couldn’t.

“Yeah. I am,” I told him as I started walking towards my car. “Remember what I said, Puckett.”

As I started the engine, I could hear him pleading with me to let him go, but I just ignored him and drove out of the parking lot. I didn’t bother telling Charlie about my night with Puckett. I knew he’d find out as soon as he got to school. Sure enough, the next day I overheard him telling Olivia all about it. He was laughing as he told her about the kids finding him bound to the hood of his car. Apparently, Puckett’s cronies were nowhere to be found, and it took several hours before anyone released him from his restraints. Charlie seemed relieved when he told her that there was an immediate change in Puckett’s attitude, letting me know that my time with him had been well spent. Sometimes, all it takes is a little push to get a person back on the right track.