Sex & Mayhem 02 The Devil's Ride (4 page)

Luci swallowed as he took off the leggings,
feeling as scrutinized as ever. He could sense that green gaze
sliding all over his skin, but he didn’t want to try
to cover himself up, give Tooth
the satisfaction of making him uncomfortable.

“Use whatever you like. I’ll get you a clean towel,”
said Tooth, looking into the bathroom. The selection of products
was poor, and Luci already knew the washing would be extremely
basic, as he didn’t even see a conditioner on the small shelf by
the tub.

Luci laughed nervously and started braiding his hair
as he slowly approached the door. “Gentleman.” He twisted his body
to have a look at the bruises on his ass. They were already turning
a pale shade of purple. “Color goes with my eyes.” He tried to joke
to diffuse the tension, but Tooth’s eyes became even more sinister,
darker. Then he asked a completely normal question.

“Were you the king of your prom?” Tooth looked at
the tattoo on Luci’s hip, a simple image with a crown and ‘Prom
King’ written underneath.

Luci entered the bathroom which turned out to be
bigger than it seemed from outside. The bathtub could easily fit
two people. Not that Tooth would be impressed by an invitation.

“Yep, Prom King,” Luci said and leaned over the tub
to start running the water. He made sure to note the window on the
side. It had matted glass and wasn’t big, but Luci imagined he
could scramble up there if needed.

“Get in,” said Tooth, and all of a sudden Luci felt
fabric brush against the side of his buttock.

It got goose
bumps to pop up all over Luci’s arms, and he jumped
slightly. “You don’t believe me?” He laughed and looked over his
shoulder to find Tooth towering over him like the sexiest guy he’d
ever blown. That man had some presence, Luci had to give him
that.

“You don’t look like the type, that’s all.”

“It’s easy to win when it’s just you attending.”
Luci put one foot over the side of the tub to check how hot it was.
“It was a private prom. V.I.P. only, you see.” Or more like no prom
when you quit high school at fifteen. So at least he got a tattoo
to commemorate it.

Tooth snorted. “Do you mean you’ve blown the prom
king in his car?”

Luci’s lips parted, but he quickly composed
himself and held on
to
Tooth’s arm as he got in the bath. “I wish. I saw him in the locker
rooms once. He had this thick, veiny cock. I’d have loved to suck
it hard,” he said, hoping to embarrass Tooth at least a bit, but it
didn’t seem to work.

Tooth’s lips crooked into a smile, which soon
became less weird when he caught Luci’s hand and closed a handcuff
around the wrist. The cold metal dawned on Luci, killing his
fantasies of climbing out the window, especially
since Tooth closed the other handcuff
around the pipe.

Luci exhaled loudly and forced a fake smile in
return. “Oh come on, would I ever run away from a guy like you?” He
brushed his fingers along the front of Tooth’s belt and looked up
at him with the most innocent eyes.

“Stop it,” said Tooth and slowly moved back to the
door but kept his eyes firmly trained on Luci.

“You a watcher?” Luci pouted and flopped into the
water. It didn’t even have any bubbles. At least the cuffs had a
long chain so Luci could sort of manage to wash his hair.

A small smirk lit up Tooth’s eyes, and he walked
out. Moments later, the other door opened and closed. Luci was
alone.

He looked
at the 2in1 shampoo on the side and sighed. His long blond
hair needed a lot more care than that. If he were to stay here even
a few days longer, he would demand proper treatment because this
was totally out of order. Maybe if he got Tooth to take him
shopping, he could disappear at the mall. Act like a good boy all
day and then vanish when Tooth lowered his guard.

He also needed to let Rick know where he was, the
guy had a good heart and was probably worried. Rick would always
bring him good food and make sure he was healthy. Even got him meds
when Luci couldn’t afford any on his own.

And then there was the issue of Suzy. Sure, she
was a dealer, but it was completely out of character for her to
try
to pull a stunt like
this. She would know better than to steal from the Coffin Nails.
Maybe something actually happened to her? It wasn’t like she asked
him to keep a secret or something. He and Suzy had gone to a party
together, and while he came back to Vanilla for his shift, it
seemed that she hadn’t returned. As Luci soaked his poor, bruised
ass, he decided to tell Tooth and Dad what he knew about her if
they promised to ask questions first when they found her. At the
end of the day, if she was stupid enough to flat-out steal from the
Nails, then there had to be some proper reason for it. Yet, even
with all the trouble Luci got into, he hoped that his dad wouldn’t
completely hate him.

Luci got the shampoo and managed to start washing
his hair despite the cuff. He hated having it all dirty like that.
His mind drifted to the memory of Tooth slamming him against that
sticky table. He
’d been
so scared of what would happen, yet now, in the relative safety of
a clean, white bathtub, his imagination drifted off into the dark,
filthy corners where the big biker fucked him hard with everyone
watching. He’d just pull down those shiny leggings, use spit for
lube, and go at it, gripping Luci’s hair. Even the memory of that
belt was blurring into something that could be pleasant in the
right circumstances.

Luci slid lower into the water and enjoyed the
fantasy.

Tooth closed the door with a gentle tug, and it was
only then that his muscles could have a minute’s rest. That boy
sure was something. He wondered how long it would take for the brat
to understand he wouldn’t get his way by playing what appeared to
be his only card. But damn, was he gorgeous: slim lines of pale
flesh, big eyes on that angelic face, with a mouth that promised a
good time. Hell, if he weren’t Priest’s kid, Tooth would definitely
not be opposed to the idea of some fun with that soft ass that now
carried his mark.

Tooth squeezed air with both hands, imagining that
ass touching the skin of his palms, but the roar of engines from
outside took him straight out of the fantasy he wasn’t supposed to
have in the first place. He briefly touched his forehead to the
cold wall and rushed downstairs to greet his brothers. He knew he’d
be taken into the office as soon as Priest
dealt with his wife. It wasn’t unusual for
Dolly to be around, but her presence while the boy was here was a
ticking time bomb, and he could imagine Priest was sweating through
his cut already. Even an idiot could see the kid certainly wasn’t
hers. He looked so unlike Dolly, with her Italian ancestry and
olive skin. Both Beelzebub and Astaroth had hair as black as hers,
even though the daughter took her paleness from Priest.

When Tooth got down to the bar, Priest and a good
dozen of their brothers were already there.

“Dolly, I’m not repeating myself, you need to leave,
now,” Priest said as his wife pursed her lips and got up from the
leather sofa in a languid move, as if to make a point.

“
I’ll be at the salon,” she said as she moved
between the men like a gust of wind, with her long full skirt
flowing behind her. She was tall and trim, with long curly locks
and eye
shadow as dark
as her nail polish. Tooth wouldn’t say that in front of Priest, but
to him, despite her beauty, Dolly looked like a witch with her tens
of bangles and full, flowy sleeves. Her whole arms were tattooed up
to her fingertips with some occult shit, but Tooth was sure that
for Priest it was part of the attraction.

Priest raised his hand and watched her until even
the fabric at the back of her skirt
had disappeared from sight. When they heard the
sound of the car outside, he straightened, and his bushy eyebrows
shot up. Even now they had that odd curve that never failed to
remind Tooth of Jack Nicholson. Or the Devil.

“Listen up. Nobody speaks of this boy to my wife and
daughter. Or anyone else without a patch. Is that clear?”

The men nodded and mouthed their agreement, but now
that the matter was settled, everyone was dispersing around the
lounge or making their way to some of the other public use rooms
around the compound. Very soon, the only ones who hadn’t moved from
their spots were Priest and his son, Beelzebub, usually just called
‘Bell’, who kept eyeing Tooth with his mouth twisted into a strange
mixture between a grin and a scowl.

“He’s that blonde bitch’s kid, isn’t he?” Bell asked
and put his hands in his pockets as he approached Tooth behind his
father.

The frown on Priest’s forehead deepened. “Her name
was Hannah, and she’s dead, so shut it.”

“He must be over eighteen now, right? Let’s just
find out what he knows and set the fairy free,” Bell snarled.

Tooth crossed his arms and nodded toward the
office in the back of the corridor. “Will be more private,” he
said, ignoring Bell’s outburst. He’d rather not get between father
and son on a day when the former’s bastard finally reappeared.
There would obviously be a fair amount of bitterness. Three years
ago, when the boy disappeared, Priest had them all patrol the city,
but Bell
had refused to
go.

Priest nodded and kept calm on the surface despite
his son hovering around him like a mosquito waiting to find a place
to bite. Then again, Bell couldn’t be compared to a mosquito.
Only
twenty-three yet
already built like a brick shithouse. No wonder, with the amount of
time Tooth saw him spend at the gym, beating a punching bag into a
pulp.

“Did you put him in the basement?” Priest asked
Tooth.

Tooth acknowledged that with a nod. “Nah, he’s in
my room. I secured him to the pipes. That boy’s not going
anywhere.” He pushed open the door and turned on the sparse light
from a single lightbulb no one
had bothered to cover with a half-decent lamp since Dolly
accidentally smashed the last one. Usually, it was their secretary,
Don’s kingdom, and he wasn’t concerned with trinkets like lamps,
pictures, or pretty much anything that didn’t have any practical
use. Which was why the office was as bland as it got: with large
windows covered by shutters for privacy, and old furniture housing
documents, some of which were carefully encrypted. A single
computer with a screen the size of a five-year-old, occupied most
of the desk Tooth leaned against, waiting for Priest to
start.

But instead, Priest pursed his lips, then licked
them and looked
at the
shutters in silence.

“Maybe I’ll go get him to talk?” Bell offered and
already moved to the door.

That finally got Priest to speak. “No. Leave him be.
I… I never thought he’d resurface.” He rubbed his temples. “I need
to sort him out. I don’t even want to think of what he’s been up
to.”

“Sort him out?” Bell rushed to his father’s side,
his shaggy hair in a mess already from the abrupt movements he was
making. “What do you mean? You can’t just keep him here. You know
Mother doesn’t want to know about this little shit!”

“
And she won’t. Let’s just call him something else.
It’s not like she knows what he looks like. Hell,
I
barely recognized him. The less
she knows the better. She just can’t see me around him too much, or
she’ll get suspicious.” Priest took a deep breath and sat on the
other desk with a loud thud.

Bell
’s
dark eyes seemed to shoot flames. “And you expect me to keep this
from her? Just kick the little mongrel out as soon as we’re done
with him. It’s not like you took care of him while he was still
living around here!”

“
I’m not going to go to bed each night thinking
my
son
is somewhere
out there sucking dick for money.” Priest’s nostrils flared as he
pierced Bell with his gaze. “He’s gonna finish high school, clean
up, and then I can send him on his way. He needs some fucking
guidance.”

Tooth pulled on his beard, watching Bell’s eyelids
twitch. Priest’s son was dedicated but far too young and
hot-tempered to be involved in any decision making right now. Tooth
wasn’t sure Luci would stop sucking dick for money once he got a
high school diploma, but things like that weren’t his
responsibility anymore.

Bell’s nostrils flared, and he tightened his fists
as if
about to box a
gorilla, but he eventually gave a weak nod. Typical. If the boy was
out there sleeping in bus stops and hungry, Bell wouldn’t care as
much, but once gay sex was involved, it somehow hurt his brotherly
pride.

Priest finally changed his focus to Tooth. “You have
experience with shit like this, right?”

Tooth froze before looking back at him with a frown.
He must have lost the plot somewhere on the way. “What shit?”

“
Bell? Go do something useful, I need to have a
chat with my
right-hand
man…” Priest gave Tooth a crooked smile and leaned over to pat his
arm.

Bell
squeezed his jaw so tight the muscles at its sides twitched
but left without a word, slamming the door behind
himself.

Tooth sighed, already knowing he’d have lots of work
on his hands when tempers became so explosive, and there was no way
to remove the reason for it. “What are you going to do about him
and Dolly?”

“What Dolly doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her. He’s my
blood. Can’t just throw him back into the gutter. You had…” Priest
licked his lip, looking at Tooth with caution. “Your cousin. He
ended up dead because of a lifestyle like this. You have to help me
out here. I don’t even know what to say to him. How do you deal
with shit like this?”