Wrench

21 - Payback is a bitc.h

Wrench

I don’t look in Elie’s direction when Coral walks her through the clubhouse. I can’t bear that I’m breathing the same air as that stupid little girl, never mind being in the same room as her.

Shepard ordered me to follow him to the basement. But I couldn’t go down to that room with some of the others. I didn’t want to hear anything from her lying mouth.

I told Shepard that I couldn’t do it, that I wouldn’t do it. He growled at me and hissed that I could be a coward and stay here. Though he told me not to leave the clubhouse.

I do not want to be here. I don’t want to listen to Elie’s bullshit now either as she begins to tell Willow, who arrived an hour ago, how sorry she is for what she did.

It’s too early in the morning for me to be drinking. But the bottle of JD in front of me has fast become my best friend. I don’t know how to deal with this crap!

“Do you fully understand what you could have done, Elie?”

I huff to myself. Willow’s crazy if she thinks that bitc.h even cares about what she’s done. That whor.e used me to get what she wanted, and I wanted her so bad I didn’t even stop to think what I was doing.

And she is a true whor.e. Elie was so dedicated to hurting Hammer that she gave up her damn V-card to me. I mean, if that ain’t dedication, I don’t know what the fuc.k is.

“You could’ve taken my husband from me. My children could’ve lost the father they adore. You would have destroyed them and me, Elie.”

I listen without really listening to Elie explaining why she did what she did. Same old bullshit about Cindy and Coral. She must have been fuckin.g stupid not to have realized Cindy couldn’t have been her mother.

Didn’t she read the whole of the headstone?

Okay, there were flowers covering most of it, but still!

I don’t even give a shi.t what that fuckin.g bitc.h says; I’ll never forgive her. Never will I so much as look at her again. As soon as we’re all done here, I’m going over to the Puss.y Cat and hitching up with a couple whore.s. I need to fuc.k this anger out of me before it boils over into dangerous territory.

“I will get past this, Elie. I will because I believe you’re sorry for all of this, and I’m not the kind of woman to keep punishing another person. Especially when they admit what they did wrong and own up to it. Can I give you a little advice?”

“Of course.” Elie’s voice is going through me. All I can hear in my head is her calling my name as I make her cu.m. The sound of her moans, her little gasps, and how she told me... No! I won’t go there.

“Your mother and Stryker have put their necks on the line sorting this for you. You’ve spent your life wishing you were with your mom; now you are.” Willow says with kindness in her voice. God, she is such a fool!

I knock back another JD, rolling my eyes. If this woman were anyone else, she’d be dead and buried in the fuckin’ woods by now.

“Don’t take for granted the chance you have been given here. I love your mom and Stryker. They’re my family, which makes you family. However, if you ever do anything like this again, there will be no one who can save you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. Yes, thank you. I’m sorry. I really am.”

“It doesn’t matter now. Just go home. Everyone will move on from this eventually.”

I get the feeling Willow means me. I won’t move on from it. Elie is a lying bitc.h who used me!

Fuc.k her.

Fuc.k them all! I’m not staying here another minute. I slam the glass on the bar and leave. I need fresh air, I need alcohol, and I need fresh puss.y.

* * *

This was the most stupid idea I have ever had. I’m sitting in a private booth at the Puss.y Cat titty bar, a beautiful slut with curves in all the right places, shaking her t**s and ass at me, and all I can think about is Elisha.

I can’t get the bitc.h out of my head, and I’m here about to do something I know I’ll regret. But I’m too angry to stop it.

Carmen, a Latina beauty, straddles my lap, her hands stroking my chest as she dances where she sits. She’s wearing nothing but a scrap of material covering her shaved puss.y. Her huge fake t**s are all but pressed against my face, and if I told her to suck my dic.k right now, she would.

I could even reach between us, rip that tiny thong from her body, and set my dic.k free, and fuc.k her. She wouldn’t stop me. I’d use her body to get us both off, but the truth is, I’m just not into it.

What is the deal with that?

“What’s on your mind, Papi?” Beautiful she might be, but her damn voice is irritating the shi.t out of me. “I can make you forget.” I can feel her heat through my jeans as she shamelessly rubs her puss.y against my coc.k.

Yeah, I’m hard, who the hell wouldn’t be?

I close my eyes as she kisses my neck. I want to feel something. I might have a hard-on, but that’s just human nature. My body might want her, but my mind isn’t with her at all.

“Mmm, Papi, you’re hard for me.” I let Carmen touch me, let her unbuckle my belt, and pull my d**k ou.t.

I lean back against the head of the leather booth seat. I can do this; I can let this woman make me forget Elisha.

But you don’t want to forget her, Wrench, you love her. You’re angry right now, but it changes nothing about how you feel.

I see her in my head. The way she would touch me, tease me, the way she tasted, and the way she came, calling my name. Then as the slut, now on her knees, my coc.k in her hand, leans forward, I feel Elie’s hand and hear her voice as she tells me, “I love you, Dominic.”

“I want to suck your big thick coc.k, Papi. Will you let me?”

I can’t do this. I can’t let this woman suck my dic.k in hopes it will make me feel better, make me forget that I give a damn about Elie because I know it won’t.

Yes, it might ease the ache in my balls for a few minutes, but what happens when it’s over?

I grab sluts arms and push her away from me. “Get off me!” I push her so hard she falls to the floor, her pretty t**s bouncing with the force of it. Her eyes are wide with fear. I don’t care. I tuck my dic.k away and get to my feet.

“Did I do something wrong?” She looks pathetic sitting there on the floor, practically naked. She hasn’t even attempted to cover the fuc.k up.

I dig out a couple of notes from my pocket and drop them in her lap. “Nothin’ personal, darlin’.”

I don’t say anything else; I walk away. I have never been ashamed of anything I’ve ever done in my life before, but this? Yeah, I feel ashamed. I feel ashamed that I said those things to the woman I love. I feel ashamed that I didn’t even try to understand why she did what she did.

Does that mean I’ll forgive her and take her back?

Like fuc.k it does. Just means... Well, never mind what it means. Payback is an utter bitc.h.