Gypsy Brothers: The Complete Series (16 page)

FOURTEEN

The party that I’ve only just heard about is in full swing when I enter the large communal room that houses the bar. I’m wearing one of my burlesque costumes, complete with lace underwear, suspenders, a fitted corset, and patent heels. All black.

I am the angel of death tonight, after all.

Something flashes in Dornan’s eyes when he sees me sashay into the room.

Jealousy. Dominance.
Pride.

I belong to him in his mind, and though it makes him proud to show me off to everyone, it also irritates him. In his mind, even letting me out here in these scant clothes must be a massive thing and something he’s probably only doing to cheer up Maxi, who is devastated by Chad’s demise. The two were like best friends, and it seems fitting that after tonight, they’ll be buried in the family plot side-by-side.

It’s been the longest two weeks of my life since Chad bit the big one and seizured out on the floor of the garage. I’ve been fucked and stabbed by an enemy, kissed by one ex-lover and cradled close by another. I’ve lost blood and almost considered running away, but tonight, my resolve is unwavering.

It’s poetic justice that the same day Maxi entered the world twenty-eight years ago, the day he was laid on his mother’s chest and took his first breath, is the day he’ll be leaving it. And while everyone around me is celebrating another year of life, my curled-up lips are smug with the certainty that this night will mark his final breath.

I wind my way through a throng of twenty-something guys wearing leather cuts, drinking beers, and talking in an animated fashion.

Dornan is standing with Maxi and Jazz when I approach him. As soon as I’m in reaching distance, he pulls me aside, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Remember,” he hisses, “You’re not to fuck him or touch him. Right?”

“Right,” I say, winking at him. “I’ll school those little girls on how to give a man a good time.”

“Good girl,” he says, patting my head. “I’ll see you later—for this.” He grabs my hand and places it on his hard-on. I smile and squeeze it a little. “I’ll be quick,” I say. “An hour, tops.”

He nods. “Get those bitches ready. I’ll send him down in ten. I want him to have a good birthday, you hear?”

“Loud and clear,” I say, stepping away from him and back out into the hallway. I make my way down to the third bedroom on the left and knock softly before entering. I close the door firmly behind me and look around.

Dornan’s already told the girls to wait in Maxi’s bedroom, a square box identical to Dornan’s room. Even the bed is in the same spot. Two girls sit on the edge, smoking cigarettes, their makeup woefully overdone and their clothes disturbingly tight. One blonde, one brunette. My breath catches in my throat as I see they’re kids, definitely not legal, and without the slightest idea of the hell they’ve just signed up for.

There is a wooden chair in the corner, complete with arms. It’ll be perfect for my needs. I pull it out and sit in front of them, crossing my legs languidly, my arm draped over the side of the chair.

“Names?” I ask, staring pointedly from one girl to the other.

The left one, the more confident one judging by her body language, clears her throat. “Anna.”

I nod and look at the other one, my eyebrows raised.

“Melody,” the brunette says flatly, narrowing her eyes at me.

“How old are you girls?” I ask. “It’s imperative that you’re honest with me.”

“Sixteen,” they say in unison.

“And you’re virgins?” I ask.

They both nod.

“And you’re here to have sex?”

They both shrug and nod.

My eyes drift to the window, which is barred from the outside just like the rest of them.

I wish it wasn’t.

I’d kick these two girls out of the window and call their mothers to come get them.

Then again, if they’re in a place like this, maybe they’ve got mothers like mine.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask them. “This isn’t a romantic place, you know. These guys won’t stop once they’ve started. It’s going to hurt.”

The confident blonde looks at her friend who shrugs in response.

“We drank some vodka before we got here,” she says. “We’ll be okay.”

I sigh. “Don’t you want your first time to be with someone special? The person you’re going to marry?”

“What the fuck, old lady?” the brunette says, and I have to give her props for speaking up, even if the term
old lady
makes me cringe. “We know what we want, and I sure as fuck don’t want to get married to anybody, so quit trying to save us.”

“We want this,” the blonde adds, slurring her words slightly. “Maxi is hot. And he’s a Gypsy Brother. If he wants to fuck me, let’s go.”

I nod. They’ve made it abundantly clear that they want to have sex with him, and that all I’m doing is standing in their way. Great. Now that I know I can’t stop them, they may as well be a part of my plan.

“Come on then,” I say, standing and motioning for them to follow me. “We need to get you ready for the birthday boy.”

I enter the bathroom and turn to wait as they follow me in. Pushing the door to, I fumble in my bra and pull out two white tablets that I’d been keeping in my suitcase for an occasion such as this.

“Who wants to go first?” I ask. The brunette steps forward, surprising me. “Mousey brown,” I say. “Nice one. Open your mouth.”

She does as she’s told and I press one of the tablets onto her tongue. She swallows immediately, unafraid.

“Now both of you, strip,” I say. “Down to your underwear.”

I’m acting all confident but I absolutely HATE this. I want to send these girls home. I want them to go to school, go on innocent dates, have slumber parties, and braid each other’s hair.

“Have either of you even seen a dick before?” I ask casually, leaning against the bathroom counter.

The blonde gives me a look so cutting, it’d slice me in half. “What the fuck? Is this a test? I’ve sucked more cock than you’ve ever seen, old lady. But I’ve been saving myself for the right guy…and Maxi treats me right. He’s a good guy.”

The brunette looks at me, horrified. “Are you
his
old lady or something?”

“What?” I say sharply. “No.”

“Then why the interrogation? We’re here to have fun and pop our biker cherries.”

I clamp my lips shut in resignation.

There’s a knock at the door and I hear Maxi’s voice. “What fucking present?” I hear him boom. The brunette leaps out of the bathroom before I can even open my mouth to tell her to be careful.

Not that it’ll make any difference, I think.

These girls are so stupid. I want to shake sense into them. But I can’t—I am selfish and I’m thinking of myself.

“Happy birthday,” I hear her say to him.

FIFTEEN

I want to vomit, but I can’t. These stupid bitches are here willingly. I want to stop this, but I can’t.

These girls want this
, I remind myself. They have come here of their own accord and are actually excited at the prospect of being deflowered by a biker, or maybe a bunch of bikers.

Idiots.

I hover in the bathroom with the blonde, watching through the slit in the door as Maxi straddles the now naked brunette. That didn’t take long. He takes his erect cock and lays it on her stomach, the tip of it ending just below her bellybutton.

“Oh, honey,” he says, forcing her legs wider and positioning himself at her entrance. “Did you see how big I am on you? This is gonna hurt.”

He pistons into her violently and she screams. I bet this isn’t how she expected it to be. I bet she thought it’d be glamorous and sexy, being fucked by a biker, when really, it’s just horribly sad. She screams again, and he laughs, continuing to pump her as hard as he can. Her screams taper off to moans and the occasional whimper.

“It’s hurting,” the girl whimpers as he continues to pound her.

Maxi smirks and pulls out of her, his dick coated in her blood. Roughly, he turns her over, entering her again from behind. “Don’t lie, bitch,” he says excitedly, laughing as she cries into the pillow in front of her face. “You love it when I fuck you.”

I wait another few minutes, the blonde looking more nervous by the second. I want to tell her she’ll be okay. I want to tell her it won’t be that bad.

I’d be lying, of course.

“Here,” I say to her. “Open your mouth.”

She looks at the pill dubiously. She’s smarter than her friend, and not as daring. Funny, I’d assumed it was the other way around.

“It’s an E,” I whisper, pressing the tablet to her lips. Upon hearing that, she parts her lips, takes the pill that I press onto her tongue and swallows. Once I’m sure the pill is out of her mouth, I point to Maxi, who is fucking the other girl into painful oblivion.

I only have a few more minutes before the brunette passes out. I didn’t give her an E at all, you see. I gave her an extremely powerful sedative that will knock her out for the next six to eight hours. She won’t remember a thing.

Hopefully.

I close the door quietly and motion to the black bag I’ve brought into the room with me. “Pass me that, will you?”

She bends down and grabs the bag, handing it to me. I reach in and pull out a coiled length of rope and a black satin facemask that has a band of elastic attached to it, and hand it to her.

“You know how to tie knots? I ask.

“I guess,” she says. “What’s this for?” Her eyes widen. “I don’t want to be tied up.”

“Maxi’s into being tied up.” I say. “Relax. You’re the one in control, here.”

She relaxes visibly. “Anything else?”

“Yeah,” I say, gesturing to the ropes. “He likes to be tied up really, really tight.”

She nods and brushes past me as she exits the bathroom, and I watch her go with a sinking feeling. I imagine what Elliot would think of me right now. He’d never speak to me again if he saw the shit that just went down.

Still.

I watch through the cracked bathroom door as the blonde walks out into the bedroom. It only takes Maxi a moment to see her and realise she’s a lot more awake than the semi-conscious girl beneath him.

“Well, hello,” he says, pulling out of the first girl and climbing off the bed. “And how are you, sweetie?” She walks hesitantly, probably slowed by the initial screams of her friend and the powerful drugs now circulating her system. I glance at the girl on the bed, who is passed out cold. I estimate in about ten minutes, this one will be joining her.

“Okay,” she breathes, as she approaches him slowly.

“And what’s your name?” Maxi asks, his cock in his hand as he circles her.

“M-mel,” the girl stutters. “We’ve partied together heaps of times.” She looks at her friend and worry flashes across her face. “Is she okay?” she asks Maxi.

Maxi laughs. “She’s great,” he says. “What’ve you got for me, little lady?”

I grit my teeth as she holds up a length of rope in one hand, a black satin eye mask in the other. “I have a surprise for you,” she says. “All you have to do is sit down and put this on.”

He looks dubious at first until she smiles and licks her lips, staring suggestively at his cock, and then he’s sold. He rushes to the chair in the corner and sits down, taking the mask from her outstretched hand and sliding it onto his face.

She fashions crude and clumsy knots around his wrists and ankles, before stealing a small glance at the bathroom door where I’m hidden. I nod encouragingly, rolling my eyes after she’s turned back and gotten to her knees in front of him.

“Um…” the girl says, hesitating.

“What?” Maxi growls, clearly unimpressed.

“It’s just…there’s blood…”

Of course there is. He just banged her virgin friend within an inch of her life. There was blood.

He groans. “Just fucking suck it already,” he spits, pistoning his hips up into the air.

She takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, taking him into her mouth. I don’t want to watch so I just listen for the thud.

It doesn’t take long.

Thud.

I open the bathroom door. The first girl is still passed out cold on the bed, a small patch of bright red blood between her legs. The second girl has crashed unconscious onto the floor besides Maxi, who is in the chair and getting more confused by the second.

Showtime.

I grab my little mirror and the first girls drivers license, striding into the room.

“Who’s there?” he asks, pulling at the ropes that secure his arms and legs to the wooden chair.

I smile, placing my mirror onto a small table and dragging it over to where Maxi is thrashing. I pull his mask off so that he can see me.

He blinks a few times, looking me up and down.

“What the fuck?” He roars when he sees the two girls unconscious. I smile prettily, straddling him, my breasts pressed against his chest.

“You’re a lucky boy,” I say, putting a finger to his lips. “Your father has a present for you.”

I reach behind me and tug at the silk laces on my strapless corset, letting it burst open before it falls to the floor. Maxi’s eyes practically bulge out of his head. I know he’s been hot to have me since the minute he laid eyes on me.

“What’s my present,” he asks, licking his lips, staring at my tits.
Hooked
.

“I’ll take you so high, you’ll never come back down,” I say, grinding myself against his wet cock.

He watches with wide eyes as I lean over and grab the mirror stacked with lines of cocaine. I rack one up with the card—the harmless cocaine—and press one nostril shut, lower my nose and breathe in deeply.

Fuck. I see stars, bright, shiny, dazzling stars, as the coke enters my bloodstream and bubbles along to my brain, hot and delicious.

“Your turn,” I say, as I place the other side of the mirror under his nose. I block one nostril for him as he snorts a line.

He looks at me in horror, choking, as his entire body spasms underneath me.

I caress the side of his face with my free hand, smiling as I lick my lips. “Happy birthday,” I whisper. “You
sick fuck
.”

“What are you doing?” he yells, struggling beneath me. His strong arms pull the ropes taut, his coiled muscles threatening to snap them, but he’ll be dead long before these ropes begin to fray.

I frown in mock sadness. “You didn’t ask me my name,” I pout.

“Fucking whore is your name!” he spits, struggling like a pinned wild animal beneath me.

“Oh, keep moving like that,” I moan, mocking him. “Feels good.”

I shove the cocaine back under his nose but he pulls away, arching and bucking and twisting.

“What the fuck is this?” he demands angrily, as I climb off him.

“You know what they say about your past coming back to haunt you?” I ask calmly, business-like as I shove the piece of duct tape across his mouth. He isn’t expecting it, had been too busy keeping his eye on the mirror full of poisoned coke to watch what I’m doing. He screams behind the tape, his efforts emitting nothing but a very small sound, barely perceptible and definitely not noticeable to anyone outside the room.

The tape serves a dual purpose: to shut him up, and to seal off his mouth, forcing him to breathe through his nose. He bucks and struggles like a pinned bull, but I am patient. I let him struggle for a few minutes until he tires, and then I withdraw a plastic bag from my underwear, tipping fine white powder into my palm. Straddling him again, I grab a handful of his hair with one hand, shoving my coke-covered palm right under his nostrils. He immediately holds his breath, and a slow smile spreads across my face.

“How long can you hold your breath for, Maximilian Ernesto Ross?”

His eyebrows shoot up as if to say,
how do you know my name?

“Oh, I know your name. I know everything about you. I’ve known you since the day I was born into this motherfucking club.”

He’s still clueless, but he’s starting to connect the dots. I lean closer and lick his cheek, the same way he licked my cheek six years ago as he fucked me half to death. I pout. “It’s me, Maxi. Julie. I got a new face, but I still remember what you did to me and my family.”

Snap
. All at once he realises exactly who I am, and runs out of air. He shoves his head violently from side to side, but I have a firm grip on his hair and my palm merely follows him as he thrashes, breathing in the toxic powder at the same time.

His nose begins to bleed and his eyes roll back into his head momentarily, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks in his cold blue eyes.

“Don’t you like my gift?” I ask him mockingly, as he thrashes violently, spilling most of the powder over both of us.

He stares at me defiantly, hate and rage radiating from him, a muffled word that sounds like a
no
coming from underneath the tape.

I laugh. “Don’t lie,
bitch,
” I echo his previous statement as I pull his head back and force more powder under his bleeding nose. “
You love it when I fuck you
.”