Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3) (35 page)

“What did you do?” Fury asks. His voice is deep, menacing, and fucking scary as shit.

Serina shakes slightly in a full body tremble for a second before she speaks.

“I wanted that bitch gone. He doesn’t want her, he just wants a womb to incubate his kids, someone he could toss to the side. So when Jay Williams approached me a week ago, I didn’t hesitate to help him. He didn’t know where Johnny was living. I gave him the address and Hattie’s name. I told him he’d wrangled some tight, young thing and was planning on breeding her or some shit. I thought he’d just take her and fuck her to death. I didn’t think he’d go after Johnny,” she shrugs as if she just made a small error, not that she was willing to sign over another person’s death sentence.
An Old Lady’s death sentence
.

“Is all of this over jealousy? I’m seriously re-thinking clubwhores at this point,” Fury mutters.

“
Jealousy
? Fuck no. I want my place in the club, and Dirty is the only one who would give that to me. But no, this isn’t over jealousy. It actually has little to do with me. Her friend paid me to find a way to get rid of her,” she laughs. Then she whispers, “Her friend is the jealous one. While she wants to fuck Dirty, she wants to fuck Hattie even more. The bitch is jealous of Dirty and wanted them apart, perk for me if Hattie’s out of the picture—then I’d get Dirty to share with whomever I wanted,” she laughs.

“If her friend wanted Dirty gone, then why did you think Hattie was going to be taken and not Dirty?” I ask, turning to face the crazy bitch.

“The friend promised Jay a threesome for his troubles. Her, Hattie, and him. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree in that respect. Jay loves his orgies,” she giggles.

“Grizz?” Fury asks, looking over to Grizz.

“I’d venture to guess Jay wanted cash, too. Maybe he was going to fuck the friend over after he fucked both of the girls. Serina’s right, Jay loves orgies.”

“You play with him a little, darlin’?” Fury asks with a smirk on his lips.

“Let’s just say big dick runs in the family, and I love big dick,” she shrugs as she looks at Grizz and licks her lips, eyeing his cock.

“Get this cunt out of my sight. We’ll deal with her ass later,” Fury barks.

Serina opens her mouth but is quickly dragged out of the room by two prospects who were waiting by the door.

“Now that we know, for sure, who has him, we need a plan of how to extract him,” Fury announces.

Serina will be dealt with later, but right now, we need to focus on our brother. I close my eyes for a second and think about the woman upstairs who is waiting for her man to come back. It takes me back to a time in my life where I had a woman of my own, a woman who didn’t know if I would ever make it back to her. It makes my heart ache. I feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it, about the past,
my past
.

If I do nothing else in this life, I want my brothers to have good women at their sides, women they can call their own, women who will love and care for them no matter what happens. Women like the one I had and threw away all those years ago.

Eleven years ago, to be exact—when I was a punk ass, motherfucking kid and I didn’t know what I had in front of me until I fucked it up and pushed her away.
Yeah
, none of my brothers deserve the misery I’ve brought on myself, so I’ll do what I can to make sure they have their good women and that their good women have them.

“
Operation Dirty
,” I mutter.

“Fuck yes, Operation Dirty,” Sniper chuckles.

“I want Torch and Sniper to come up with a plan. You have thirty minutes, then we meet back here and you give the orders,” Fury announces.

“What about you?” Sniper asks.

“I’m going to take care of that little cunt, Serina, myself,” he grins.

Nobody says a word, nobody stops him, and nobody asks him what he plans on doing to her. It doesn’t matter. Even if she lives, she won’t ever see the inside of our clubhouse again.

Maybe Fury was right. Maybe we should get rid of all the whores. Their jealousies cause more problems then they’re worth, and it’s not like we all can’t get laid elsewhere. I prefer town girls as opposed to clubwhores, anyway. It wouldn’t bother me one fucking bit.

“Ready?” Sniper asks.

“Recon?” I mumble.

“Yup, lets ride,” he grins.

Together we ride to Dirty Johnny’s parents’ house in town, hoping that they’re stupid enough to take him back there, otherwise it could take us a while to find him. I’d have no fucking idea where else to look.

I open my eyes, but it feels like my head is going to fuckin’ explode at any second. I groan, the sound muffled, and I try to lick my dry lips. My tongue meets a rancid cloth instead. I’m gagged. I try to move, but my hands are bound behind my back and my feet are tied to the feet of a chair. I look around to try and gauge my whereabouts.

Once I do, my stomach lurches. I’m in my parent’s house. Not my childhood home in California, but my parent’s current shithole of a residence.

“The bastard wakes,” my father says from the corner of the room.

I watch him, waiting to see what he’ll do. Psychos are pretty hard to predict, and my father is just that. He doesn’t move. He’s sitting in his chair just watching me, waiting for some kind of reaction he thinks I might give him. I don’t say anything—not that I can with this rag wrapped around my fuckin’ mouth.

“Heard you got a pretty, new thing sleepin’ in your bed. Also heard you cut your mama off. Not a very nice boy to your mama, now, are you?” he asks before his smirk turns into a full blown smile.

“Bitch, get your ratty ass out here,” he screams.

I watch as my mom walks out from the back of the house, practically naked. She looks fuckin’ sick, her bra and panties hanging on her skeletal form. She looks at me but she doesn’t
see
me; she stares right
through
me. She’s high as fuck. Odds are, she doesn’t even know who
she
is, let alone who
I
am.

“Go get that other cunt,” my father barks. She nods before she scurries off.

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at me, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
Crazy fuck
. I turn my head slightly when I see movement, and am surprised to see Willa, Hattie’s friend, following behind my mother. She’s practically naked too, except she’s wearing a see-through bra and crotchless panties with stiletto heels.

I can’t deny she looks hot as fuck. She’s not Hattie, but she’s a nice piece of ass, nonetheless. I don’t understand what she’s doing
here,
though.

“Where’s Hattie?” she asks with a frown on her face.

“We’re going to call. A little trade. Hattie for Johnny, plus a little cash. Johnny means more to them then Hattie does, they’ll oblige,” my father says as he palms her ass.

“Can I play with him first?” Willa asks with what I presume is a pout on her lips. She’s facing my dad now and I can’t see her face.

“What do you want, baby?” he coos. I watch in disgust as his fingers slide between the cheeks of her ass.

“Well, I don’t want to eat that nasty snatch again; I’ll tell you that much,” she practically growls. “It tasted like death, Jay.”

I close my eyes for a second, knowing,
knowing
she’s talking about my mother.
It makes me fucking sick.
Nothing’s changed. When I open my eyes, my mother is just sitting on the couch in a stupor. My father stays silent. Instead, I watch him stand and walk over to the television cabinet. Then I watch as he takes out a bag I’m way too fuckin’ familiar with. It’s my mom’s kit.
Her dope
.

“Time for more medicine,” he cajoles.

My mom’s eyes light up for the first time since she’s been in here. I watch as my dad shoots her up with smack. Her eyes flutter in the back of her head and then he dips down, picking her up and taking her to the back of the house. Willa is looking at me with a smirk as her fingers start to play with her pussy.

I just watched my mom get drugged; no matter how I feel about her, seeing that again—It fucking sucked ass. There’s no way in hell I could get it up even if I wanted to right now. And for Willa? It isn’t fuckin’ possible.

“Ready, baby?” my dad asks as he walks back into the room.

“He doesn’t look like he wants to join us, Jay,” Willa pouts.

“Then he can watch,” he grunts.

“But you promised I’d have my ass and my cunt filled,” she whines.

I feel like I’ve been brought back in time. Usually my dad fucked my mom with another woman, not too often he’d bring in another man, except when I was old enough. When my dick could get hard, he’d put me to work, fucking random pieces of ass if my mom had passed out.

I watch as my dad grabs her tit and then pinches her nipple so hard she screams out in pain. Willa must not know Jay Williams too well. She talked back, she whined, and she questioned him. Those are three things you never do to Jay Williams. He doesn’t let go until she’s crumpled to her knees and tears are streaming down her face.

“Whiney little bitches won’t be tolerated,” he announces.

He then picks her up and throws her face down over the arm of the couch. I know what he’s going to do next, and it isn’t gonna be pretty. I’d stop him, except I’m tied up and I’m not so sure Willa doesn’t deserve it. She thought I was Hattie, which means she’s conspired to have my dad take Hattie. No, this bitch deserves everything she has coming to her. I’m already going straight to hell, so watching her stuffer won’t send me any deeper.

“Now, son, when a mouthy cunt decides she has an opinion, what do you do?” my dad asks.

I don’t answer, because I can’t; but even if this shitty cloth weren’t in my mouth, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer to his crazy as fuck question.

“You fuck her ass dry, that’s what you do,” he laughs. I hear Willa let out a blood curdling scream as my dad drops his pants and lines his dick up with her asshole.

“You better relax, baby. Otherwise you’re gonna be a hurtin’ unit tomorrow, and don’t think I’ll give your body anytime to rest. Just cause your ass’ll be broke, don’t mean that pussy and mouth will be,” he laughs.

I watch, not for the first time in my life, as my father rapes a woman’s ass. By the time he’s finished, Willa’s screams no longer fill the room, replaced with her whimpers of pain.

Conspiring with the devil has its consequences, and I believe Willa has just learned that lesson to the fullest. My dad stands and slaps her ass, instructing her to clean the blood from her asshole, because she’s filthy.

Then he turns to me with a grin.

“It’s always the girls with the big mouths that have the tightest asses. Think that one was a virgin, son. You missed out,” he chuckles as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it.

Not another word is spoken from him, and he leaves me alone in the room to walk toward the bedrooms. I hear a few doors slam and then he joins me again.

“All the animals have been locked in their cages, now it’s time for business.”

I watch as he pulls his phone out and dials a number. He doesn’t get far into the call. I don’t think the other person even picks up before I watch his body slump and then fall to the ground. The front door bursts open and I see my brothers standing there. Sniper, Torch, and my Uncle Grizz walk through the door.

Torch pulls the rag from my mouth and asks me who else is in the house. When he’s like this, he’s in full on solider mode. I don’t mind, not one bit; this piece of him is the part that gets shit done.

“Hattie’s friend, Willa, and my mom. I don’t think anybody else is in here. Willa’s hurt and my mom’s high as a fuckin’ kite,” I explain.

Torch nods as he and Sniper walk toward the back of the house, toward the women. Grizz appears in front of me and starts to cut my ropes.

“Your dad’s a fuckin’ bastard,” he murmurs.

“Just watched him rape Hattie’s friend’s ass, so I’m going to agree on that,” I deadpan.

“Sorry we weren’t here earlier. We had to make sure it was all good to get in,” he explains.

“Not quite sure she didn’t get what was comin’ to her.”

“Her and Serina. Stupid young girls. When will they learn that they can’t play with fire without getting burned?” he asks, shaking his head.

“Hattie?”

“Perfectly safe and locked in your room at the clubhouse. Dragon called Fury when you went missing, and Fury sent Torch to go and pick her up,” Grizz explains. We get out of the shithole that my parents call home and I’m finally able to breathe.

“I should probably say that I’m sorry about Jay,” Grizz mumbles.

“I’m not.”

“I’m not, either. That bastard fucked you and your momma up real good. Should have put him to ground years ago,” he says quietly.

“Can’t think about that shit. I shoulda done it, too, instead of throwing money at him,” I shrug.

“Leave this in your past, Johnny. You got a good future ahead of you, soak that shit up. Soak in all that sweet and goodness that Hattie gives you and accept every piece of it, every fuckin’ drop.”

“Don’t deserve her,” I say.

“Fuck no, you don’t. But she’s still yours. Every dark past deserves a bright future, and she was brought into your life to be that for you. She’s your sunshine, your beauty, take it—grab onto it with two hands.”