VJ

2 - I need a drink

VJ

I spent every fuckin.g day watching my back. Every son of a bitc.h in that place wanted me dead. Of course, there were a couple of bikers from rival clubs there. The bastards shanked me a couple of times. They scarred me up good and proper. Fucker.s didn’t kill me, though, I’m stronger than that. They may have met sticky ends, however. It’s easy to end someone’s life in prison if you have a fall guy.

Prison rule number one: Never show weakness.

Rule number two: Put the fear of Lucifer into people.

Rule number three: Get the bent guards on your side.

Rule number four: Don’t make enemies with the top dog.

As much as they wanted me dead, the top dog, Vincenzo Montella, put orders out that no one was to touch me. If anyone went against him, he’d kill them. Simple. However, this was after the dick.s who shanked me were dealt with.

I had no idea at the time why Vincenzo went ballistic over it. One of his men found me in my cell, blood gushing from my gut. It was a deep wound, and I hadn’t realized how deep it was until I could no longer hold myself up. I’ve got to admit that he saved my life. Paul was a big bastard, and he made those who attacked me pay on Vincenzo’s orders. No one came near me again.

That doesn’t mean they didn’t want me dead. They even plotted to end me. As I said, I had to watch my back every damn day. You can never be too careful in a place like that. Even those who say they’re your friend can quickly turn on you. It only takes one to shank you in the right place, and it will end you. It doesn’t matter how many men you have on your side; they can’t be with you all the time. Not that I needed anyone with me; I gave as good as I got, and I fuckin.g relished the fight!

Don’t go thinking I couldn’t, for one second, take care of myself. They didn’t call me Action Man for nothing.

Bastards!

Vincenzo called me into his cell one afternoon, about a week after I got out of the hospital wing. A lesser man would have been worried. It wasn’t like Vincenzo didn’t have his henchmen standing around him like he was God himself. Tall, built, tattooed, been in more fights, and killed more people than most, and never giving a damn that it put years on their sentences. They were all lifers anyway. I have no real clue what they were in prison for, and I still don’t care, either. Apart from Vincenzo, but that’s a different story.

Anyway. I stood in Vincenzo’s cell, arms folded around my chest, standing tall and proud. I didn’t want the man to think I was scared of him. Not that I could feel fear. I don’t feel much of anything, to be honest.

Vincenzo was sitting on a chair watching me while his goons never took their eyes off me. I had a feeling he’d called me there because he wanted me to do his bidding. I wasn’t wrong. He told me point blank that I was only alive because of him. Draven Vidal was a good friend of his. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law’s big brother made me family to Draven. This meant he’d contacted Vincenzo and demanded he watch out for me.

As Vidal is a Mafia Don and knows his family personally, Vincenzo couldn’t afford to go against him. His life in prison was comfortable, thanks to Vidal. Vincenzo had once done a significant job for Draven, so it was the least he could do.

However, having Draven demand Vincenzo lookout for me pissed me off. I may have done work for him over the years and accepted his help to learn how to harness my inner demons, but that didn’t give him the right to act like I was a dumb kid who couldn’t take care of himself. I was quite capable of taking care of myself and everyone around me.

Shi.t, I even refused to let anyone call my family after I was stabbed because I didn’t want them there, didn’t want them to know. Vincenzo had informed me that he’d told Draven, who then swore not to tell my family if that was what I wanted. Prick. But it was what it was.

I’m also not a stupid man, and I knew I could use my connection to Vincenzo to my advantage. So, I listened to Vincenzo, and I did what he wanted. I became one of his heavies. He paid me for my work and gave me his protection, also. I didn’t need his protection, but I am no i***t, either. It never hurts to have someone watching your back.

No one bothered me, and I got off on carrying out punishments. I became one of Vincenzo’s most trusted and feared men. I also allowed Vincenzo to believe he was in control of the monster I am. When in reality, I was the one in charge.

Vincenzo told me just before I was released that he’d be in touch. ‘I have many uses for you, VJ.’ Said the man behind bars for the rest of his life. The crazy old bastard literally killed half the people in his hometown. He massacred them all at some big community event, then walked out of the place covered in blood while the cops waited for him.

He laughed when he told me how he slaughtered those women and kids. It turned my stomach, but I said nothing. He got what he deserved — life in prison with no hope of patrol. Actually, the death penalty would have been what he deserved, but he escaped the death penalty because his lawyer claimed diminished responsibility. Lucky bastard.

He’ll be calling on me soon, but he’ll quickly learn that you don’t expect anything from VJ. There is nothing I won’t do to those who stupidly believe I’m their puppet. It doesn’t take people long to understand the psychopath that I am. I get off on pain and torture. I relish the screams of those who awaken the beast within. It thrilled me to do Vincenzo’s bidding while in prison. It will excite me to do Vidal’s once again now that I’m out.

The club I just walked into is pumping. It’s packed. Not really my scene, but I need a drink. Plus, this place is just a couple of blocks from my house. The thing I want most in the world is to feel my motorcycle between my legs. The roar of the engine as I ride the wind. However, that will have to wait. Tonight, I want to drink my weight in whiskey and fuc.k the first willing puss.y that crosses my path.

I order a large whiskey from the young male bartender, knock it back the second he hands it to me, and order another. Hell, the little guy might as well leave me the damn bottle.

I look around the club. There are girls aplenty dancing their asses off; I could take my pick. If I were wearing my cut, they’d throw themselves at me. Hell, they always throw themselves at me no matter what cut or no cut. Just seems to get them off harder when they know I’m a biker, bitche.s like danger. However, I’m not wearing my cut tonight, so I’ll see which girl wants me for me.

Only a crazy bitc.h out of her mind would want a man like me, but fuc.k if I care. I’ll buy the bitc.h a drink, take her home, and fuc.k her senseless. She’ll never have had a man like me. Nor will she ever again. I’ll ruin her and send her on her way, just like every other woman I’ve fucke.d in my life.

Half an hour later, no one has caught my eye. Three women approached me at the bar; beautiful women, but women I could see would give it away for a glass of vodka. Though I don’t mind easy sluts, something else is calling to me tonight. I haven’t met her yet, but I sense she’s not far away.

I need to piss.

On the way back from the bathroom, I walk right into a chick walking back toward the bar.

“Oh my God, you jerkoff. Can you not look where you’re going?”

I lock eyes with her, this short, probably five-foot-four if that, brunette with blue eyes, wearing a tight red dress that showcases her perfect curves and bubble butt and heels that are supposed to make her look taller but don’t. She’s stunning. I don’t usually go for the short ones, but there’s something about her that has my coc.k stiffening in my jeans.

I told you I’d know the one I wanted tonight when I saw her.

“I think you’ll find, little lady,” I say while folding my arms around my chest. “That you walked into me.”

“Right. Sure, I did.” She rolls her eyes. She’s tenacious, and I like that. I usually like my women a little on the submissive side. So again, this is weird to me. “Why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

“Can’t a man appreciate a beautiful woman these days?”

She raises her eyebrow at me. She doesn’t look impressed at all. “I don’t know. Why don’t you go find one and ask?”

Narrowing my eyes, I look at her. I can’t tell whether she’s being honest or not. I’m usually good at reading people.

This woman can’t honestly think she’s not beautiful?

She’s stunning, and she is so mine for tonight.