Chapter 6

Chapter Six

SEBASTIAN

I 'm glad Bristol wanted to stay behind at my place. I need to have a clear head when I get the information everyone's collected. Fucking her was more than I expected it to be. She likes it rough and that sets off the animal inside me. Now, I can't wait to fuck her again, pushing her to her limits and exploring the sexual goddess inside her that I know is begging to be set free. Just the thought of her perfect naked body has my dick twitching.

The streets are alive, crawling with tourists and locals making their way to the casinos. For a Thursday night, it's busy around here. I hated to leave good company, but this must be done. I'm ready to exact revenge for the beautiful girl in my bed. The one who has this infectious laugh when she finds something funny. The one with the most perfect full tits with nipples the prettiest shade of pink. I could stay in bed devouring her for days and I'd still never be done with her. She's turned me into a fiend for her body.

I zip into the drive at the clubhouse next to Mikey's bike and kill it. Joey's seated at the bar with his scotch, grinning like an opossum eating shit when he sees me .

"How was your night?" he asks.

Asshole.

"It was actually a bit better than you planned, dick."

"Good to hear. Good to hear. She's a fragile little thing. Quite fucked up in her own way, too. Be careful, Sebastian. You can only play with fire so much before you get burned."

"I'm not playing with a fucking thing."

Bosco sets a Corona down in front of me and disappears before I could even speak to him. I guess he figures he would do best to steer clear of this conversation. I don't know what the fuck Joey's issue is with Bristol but he's gonna get a slap in the face if I make her my ol'lady. If she stays around long enough.

I tilt my bottle up and down the beer, leaving only a sip remaining in the bottle. I slam it down on the bar next to Joey, drops of beer splattering his face. I walk off without another word to him, because walking away is what's in everyone's best interest. I'm trying so goddamn hard not to let my anger cloud my judgement, but he's making it difficult.

I'm the first one inside our chapel when guys start piling in. Mo, Reaper, Mikey, Big George, and Slim come in first, followed by everyone else. Joey takes his seat at the head of the table and once everyone is accounted for and all phones are in the box, we begin. Slim starts with the information he's gathered about that piece of shit scumbag.

"We found a trail he left behind. He's got some kind of safe house around the Tennessee Mississippi state line. He was able to go underground and off the grid, but not for long. We should have his exact location within the week."

"Good work, brother. Anyone else?" Joey asks, looking around the room .

No one speaks up from around the table, they're all just waiting, but for what I'm not sure.

"Okay. Next, we need to figure out who is going on this extract and retrieval mission."

Joey looks in my direction, a silent understanding that doesn't need clarification. He knows I'm going to be there and if he didn't know it before, he knows it now. Our exchange only confirms it.

Big George sits up, straightening his glasses. " Uhh , I should probably wait ‘til y'all get that motherfucker back here because I'll just as soon kill him. I can't stand a fucking chil-mo."

That's no surprise. Big George is outspoken and opinionated, but only selectively. Child molesters happen to be one of those selective things he can't fucking stand. I can't disagree either. I didn't even think about that scumbag being a chil-mo. I can't wait to get my hands on him. He'll wish he never knew the name Bristol by the time I'm done with him.

"I want his last breath," I say, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.

"It's yours, brother," Big George says.

"Yeah!" Mikey cheers.

A few of the other guys sound off in agreeance.

"One more thing, guys. Dues need to be paid by Friday for the month." Goose is the treasurer, in charge of all the club's finances and money coming in and going out. He's good about reminding everyone when shit's due and keeping up with who owes the club money.

Grumbles resound from my brothers and I chuckle. I feel someone staring at me and look around to find Joey looking at me. He's got something up his sleeve and I don't know what it is, but I'm going to find out.

"If that's everything, church dismissed. "

Joey stands up and we all do the same, stretching and heading downstairs. We congregate in the bar area while Bosco serves up drinks. Country music blares through the speakers and I smile at the sound of an old Haggard tune.

Standing at the bar, I take a few sips of the beer in front of me when Mo steps up next to me.

"How's Bristol?"

"She's good. Better than I thought she would be, honestly. But I know the worst is yet to come."

Mo sighs. "I know it. I hate it for her. I hate that I've been going there all these years and she's been there the whole time, held against her will."

The guilt in Mo's voice can be heard loud and clear.

"Mo, brother, it isn't your fault. You didn't know."

"I had my suspicions."

"But you didn't know for sure."

"Still doesn't make me feel any less like shit."

I nod. I toast my beer to his and we take a sip.

"I'm going to get out of here. I don't want to leave her alone for too long."

Mo gives a grim smile, hugs me, and walks away without another word. I say my goodbyes and as I'm about to walk out of the clubhouse, Joey stops me.

"Can I have a word before you go?"

"Sure."

The tension in the air is thick around us as we walk down the hall to the empty living room. I can only imagine how this is going to go. I'm prepared for some bullshit about Bristol, because what else could he possibly have to talk about?

When he's sure we're alone, he speaks. "I promise you as soon as we track this piece of shit down, you get the pick of first or last. Or both."

"I want both. I want that motherfucker to know exactly why he's getting what he gets and when it comes time to take his life, I will be the one wielding the sword."

"Done. I don't know what it is about that girl, but something in you is changing. There's a… beast… lurking beneath the surface that I've never seen in you before."

I shrug. "I guess."

"She isn't all that fucked up, you know."

His words catch me off-guard. "What?"

"Last night, when I got her drunk. I did it because people are always the most honest and raw when alcohol is coursing through their veins. She's a good girl, Sebastian, and despite popular belief, she doesn't need saving."

"You're right. She doesn't need saving. She needs healing ."

Joey doesn't respond, he simply leaves the room. I slip out the front door and get away without having to say my goodbyes again. The ride to my place is peaceful. Like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. When I pull into the parking lot, I see the low-yellow glow of a light shining from my bedroom window. Excitement surges through me, straight to the head of my dick. I can't help it, her body does something to me that even I can't explain.

I take the steps two at a time until I'm inside my front door.

"Sebastian?" Bristol calls out, a hint of fear in her voice.

"Yeah, it's me," I shout, trying to calm the panic that I can imagine is rising inside her chest right now. She steps into my bedroom doorway wearing nothing but my t-shirt, her brown hair tied up in a knot atop her head with a pencil sticking out of it.

I quirk a brow at her and her cheeks redden. "I didn't buy any ponytail holders so I did the best I could with this pencil I found," she says sheepishly .

I grin at her. "It's sexy."

The blush on her cheeks deepens at my compliment and my semi just turned into a full blown hard on. I walk toward her, and she moves aside as I enter the bedroom. The tv is still on, paused in the middle of an episode of Game of Thrones. She hops onto the bed and pulls the blankets over her legs simultaneously making me chuckle.

"I'm happy to see you've got some spunk."

She looks at me puzzled but with a thousand-watt smile on her face. "Did I not have spunk earlier?" she asks.

The look on her face is a challenge and I'm ready to play this game. Let's see just how much spunk she has. I toss my cut-off over the back of the chair in the corner and grab her by the throat as I crush my lips to hers. She surrenders to me without hesitation and the moan that erupts from her throat damn near makes me come before I've even really touched her.

I tighten my grip on her throat slightly and straddle her. She rests back onto one hand while the other grips my thigh, gliding upward until she's rubbing my hard cock through my blue jeans. I'm going to split these jeans with how fucking hard I am. I release her throat and ease my lips from her. Her eyes snap up to mine and there's a darkness lurking in them that makes me want her even more.

I stand up and reach behind her head, plucking the pencil from her hair. She looks up at me, holding my stare as I unbutton my blue jeans. I pull my shirt over my head and ease down over her, finding her lips hungry for mine. She wraps her legs around my waist as I stroke her sweet cunt. Her wild eyes find mine in a frenzy and the audible plea that follows is too much for me to resist.

"Please, Sebastian," she cries.

I drive into her wet pussy, deep and hard as I can. Her eyes widen at the initial feel, but that look quickly is replaced by one of satisfaction. I grind my hips as I pull out slowly and ease back into her. Her eyes roll back every time I hit that spot so deep inside and the sexiest string of moans rolls off her tongue. Fucking her like this, I won't last long.

I sit up onto my knees and pull both of her legs onto my shoulders. My hands grip her hips and I pound into her. Fast. Hard. Over and over again until I feel her tightening around me. I slide one hand between her legs, the pad of my thumb running a circle over her clit.

"Oh my God," she cries, her legs falling open a little more, giving me better access to her clit.

Her pussy tightens so much I swear she's going to cut off the fucking circulation to my dick, but it feels so mother fucking good. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. I'm chasing this high. This feeling of fucking euphoria.

"Choke… me…" she moans, and her wish is my command.

I wrap one hand around her throat and circle her clit faster with the other until I feel her pussy clench and pulse around me accompanied by the sexiest sounds I've ever fucking heard. She's still coming around me and it's everything I can do to hold out. I'm not going to make it. One stroke. Two. Three. That's it. I pull out and stroke myself as I come, spurting into my hand and onto her smooth mound.

Bristol lies there panting, legs spread open, with my come on her pussy. That's an image that'll be burned into my brain.

"Water…" she says between breaths.

I chuckle and get up from the bed.

"I'm on it."

I walk to the kitchen and rinse my hand off then grab a bottle of water from the fridge. When I return, Bristol is in the bathroom cleaning up. I take her in, looking at her body from the back as she stands at the sink on the far wall of the bathroom.

She's pale white, like she hasn't seen the sun in years. Freckles decorate her shoulders and there are a few scars in the center of her back I hadn't noticed before. She's skinny, like she hasn't eaten much… ever. I now have this odd need to feed her. She tosses the towel over the side of the bathtub and walks out. I dangle the glass of water out in front of me and she grins, taking it and drinking it down.

I place a kiss directly in the center of her breasts then rest my head there. Bristol places both of her hands in my hair, idly running her fingers through it. We sit there for a few moments in a comfortable silence. Her stomach rumbles loudly, drawing a giggle from her that makes my head bounce.

"Hungry?" I ask, looking up at her.

She nods enthusiastically.

"What do you want to eat? There's a little café down the road that's open all night. They have the best red beans and rice in town, too."

"That sounds good. Really good."

"Get dressed and we'll go feed you."

She gives me a smile before turning around to get dressed. She's in the same jeans she wore here and one of my t-shirts. Shit. The rest of her clothes are probably still at the clubhouse because I didn't grab them. I'm such a dick. We'll make a run by there after we eat. I'm still waiting to broach the subject of what she wants to do. I don't know how to bring that up. She's lived in hell for years, now she has no one and I don't want her to feel like I'm trying to rush her or push her into a decision. This is a fucked-up spot to be in .

I want to see what I can do for her, but I'm not sure where to begin. Maybe I'll talk it over with Mikey later. He always has the answer to everything. We hop in the truck and head to the cafe down the street. The café is quiet, for the most part, aside from an old couple sitting at the bar directly in front of the doors. There's a fifties feel to the place that I've always liked, right down to the pictures hanging on the wall and the large, round barstools at the bar.

"Wow. This place is really neat," Bristol says, looking around in wonderment.

"It's one of my favorite spots."

We seat ourselves and the waitress, Frankie, hands us a few menus. She greets me with a warm smile.

"Hey, Sebastian."

"Hey, Frankie. This is my friend…" I pause, not sure if I should say her name or not. Frankie quirks an eyebrow at me.

Bristol swoops in to save the day. "Bristol," she says, sticking her hand out.

Frankie shakes it and Bristol smiles at her.

"Nice to meet you, Bristol. My name's Francine, but Sebastian here refuses to call me that and only calls me Frankie. And I refuse to call him Bash like everyone else and just call him Sebastian."

Bristol giggles. "All I have is Bristol. No nickname, so we should be good."

"Bristol it is, then," Frankie laughs before walking away.

Bristol peers at the menu before scrunching her nose up.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Everything sounds so good and I have no idea what to order. "

I chuckle. "Well, what are you in the mood for?"

She eyes me slowly over the menu, wearing a sinister grin.

"What's your favorite meal in the world?" I ask, ignoring the fuck-me eyes she's giving me.

"I've always loved fried chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy over everything, but mostly my Ma's."

"There's a fried chicken plate that's served with red beans and rice and mashed potatoes. It's like the ultimate combo of the best food they serve here."

She smiles softly up at me and slides her menu over to me. "Perfect. Let's give it a try."

I take her menu with mine and set it off to the side.

Frankie comes back and takes our order. Well, Bristol's order. I get the same thing every time I come here. There's never any need for me to order. Fried catfish with a side of red beans and rice, coleslaw, and a sweet tea.

"Look, Bristol…" I start, but pause, unsure of how to come out and say what I need to.

Her bright eyes darken and confusion mars her pretty face.

"You're throwing me out on my own, aren't you?" She asks the question but it sounds more like a realization than an actual question.

"No! Not at all."

Her shoulders relax at my response. I'm not that much of an asshole.

"I just… I need to know what you're planning to do. Are you going to stay, leave? Keep your name? Go home? Change your name? Fresh start? What is the plan?"

"I want to start over. There's nothing left for me at home. I don't want to go back there. Not with the whole town thinking I had something to do with my family's murder. I can't face that. I want to forget I ever had a life before I met the Tattered Saints."

I smile at the sound of my club's name rolling off her lips. My home.

"Okay. I'll get in touch with Slider tomorrow. We call him the Magician. He will give you a new identity. New driver's license, birth certificate, the works. You just have to choose what your name is going to be."

"I'm keeping Bristol. I don't want to change that part. I don't care what last name you give me. I just can't be the Bristol Tullier I once was, so I don't ever want to be her again. Patrick took that from me and that's something I will never get back."

Before I can respond, Frankie appears with two plates.

"Hope you're hungry," she says, setting Bristol's plate down in front of her.

"This looks so good!" she squeals, unwrapping the silverware next to her plate.

"Thanks, Frankie."

She sets my plate down and scurries off to tend to the customers that have just walked in.

"Oh. My. God." Bristol says through a mouthful of mashed potatoes and gravy. Her eyes close and she tilts her head back.

I chuckle, shoveling a forkful of red beans into my mouth.

"That good, huh ?"

"These are the best mashed potatoes I've ever put in my mouth."

"I told you this place is the best. It's a hidden gem. If everyone in town knew about it, it would never be this empty, I guarantee you that."

"I have no doubt! This food is delicious."

We finish the rest of our meal with twenty more orgasmic pauses by Bristol about how amazing the food is before we tell Frankie goodbye and head out. I want to take Bristol to do something. I want to show her that life can be fun.

That not everyone is as terrible as that piece of trash that held her hostage. There's so much that I know she hasn't been able to experience in captivity and I'm making it my personal mission to find out what those things are and take her to go do them. After I get her in touch with Slider. For tonight, there's a park on the beach that I think she would enjoy. We're only a few minutes from the park, but Bristol sitting in my passenger seat with her feet on the dash looking so fucking fierce and beautiful has me wanting to rip her clothes off and bend her over on side of the road.

I manage to keep the beast inside me contained and we make it to the park without any pitstops. I open her door and she steps out in front of me.

"Come on," I say, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the water.

The moon is high in the sky, illuminating the way. The tide is out but I hear the waves crashing and the wind roaring around us. The smell of salt and sand is whirled around the air and the smile on Bristol's face makes me want to do this every single fucking day. She's so genuine… innocent even.

"This is incredible," she sighs, the wind whipping her hair around.

She flips her head upside down and pulls it up into a neat bun on the top of her head. I ease behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She relaxes into me, just as I'd hoped she would. I grip her tight and pick her up, running out through the wet sand until I hit the water. Bristol is laughing as we splash through ankle deep water. I set her down on an island of wet sand and she's still giggling.

I don't step away, though. I pull her into my chest and again, her whole body relaxes into me. She tilts her head back and looks up at me.

"This is really nice. I forgot what it feels like to be on the beach. It was my favorite vacation spot," she says, closing her eyes with her head still resting on my chest.

"I used to come out here all the time when I first moved here. It's peaceful and everyone else is always going further down usually near the souvenir shops and casinos so they don't even pay this park any mind."

"Park?" she asks, opening her eyes and looking behind us.

I point off to the left behind us at an angle.

"Yeah. There's a park right over there. They have events and concerts and shit, but when there's nothing big happening, it's a forgotten spot."

"Oh."

She closes her eyes again and rests her head back on my chest. Her lips pull up into a smile as the wind whips around us. She shivers and I see the hair prickle on her arms. I take my hands and rub her arms softly, creating heat to try and warm her up. It's not cold but it's that time of year where the temperature begins dropping at night and it's cool in the morning but eighty by mid-day.

"I have a hoodie in the truck. Want me to go grab it for you?"

She shakes her head in protest. "No. If you leave, I'll freeze."

"Let's leave together. I want to go by the clubhouse and get your things. I'm sorry I didn't even think about grabbing them earlier."

She smiles up at me. "Thank you. You don't have to apologize. If anything, you've done so much for me in such a short time that I should apologize to you for coming in and being such a mess."

"No ma'am. No apologies. You might be a mess, but this isn't the end of your story. It's only temporary."

I grab her hand and turn to walk toward the shore. I take two steps before she pulls her hand out of mine and pounces on my back, laughing her heart out. I grip her thighs and take off running through the shallow water.

" Whooo !" she yells as I hop up onto the concrete walkway the runs next to the beach. I set her down at the passenger backdoor and open the front door for her. She steps into the small space between me and the truck. Her once neat bun is now dangling from bouncing on my back across the beach. She turns to climb inside but I don't think I can make it another second without my lips touching hers. I grip her waist and spin her around. My hand goes to her cheek as I pull her into me, pressing my lips into hers.

It's like a firework show, beautiful, bright and so fucking intense. She makes me feel so much more alive than I thought I could. She deepens the kiss and I oblige, parting her lips with my tongue. Her arms wrap around the back of my neck and I lift her thighs, her legs wrapping around my waist. My dick is pressing right into that sweet warm spot between her legs and I want to fuck her inside the door of my truck right now.

The noise from the cars passing on the highway reminds me that we are very much in public and as much as I want to be deep inside her right now , a public indecency charge with a girl who doesn't even exist on paper anymore doesn't sound like the best way to spend the night.

I pull back, resting my forehead on hers. "Let's get out of here. "

She nods enthusiastically and breathlessly whispers, "Yeah."

I set her down on the passenger seat and close the door. I walk around the back of the truck and adjust myself before climbing into the driver's seat.

She lifts the center console of the truck and slides closer to me. We ride with the windows down and Bristol talks about the buildings and lights at night on the beach the whole ride to the clubhouse. The way she lights up with passion about the simplest things in life tugs at my heart strings. I love her enthusiasm, but she would have more exciting things to be passionate about if her life had gone a little different. At least, I think she would. But we'll never know. And that's why I can't wait to find this sorry piece of absolute fucking trash.

We pull in at the clubhouse and find Slim and Princess sitting at the bar.

"Oh goodie ." Princess rolls her eyes.

"Don't fucking start," Slim warns. The look on his face says he wants to take her head and slam it into the bar. Or maybe I'm projecting because that's what I would love to do. Fucking cunt.

"Hey, Slim!" Bristol beams, ignoring Princess entirely.

"Hey, girl." He offers her a two-finger wave and an apologetic smile.

"I'm gonna go grab my things," she says softly before walking down the hall.

"I think I'm going to get some air," Princess huffs, jumping down from her barstool.

I flip her off on her way out but she doesn't see it or if she does she doesn't acknowledge me. I pull out the seat next to Slim and sit down to wait for Bristol.

"I don't know what's gotten into her. I mean, I do. It's Princess. But I didn't expect even her to be such a heartless bitch."

The exhaustion in Slim's voice has me feeling sorry for him. Only a little though, ‘cause he chose this.

"True colors, brother."

Flashing lights draw my attention to the parking lot of the clubhouse.

"What the fuck?" I rush to the door, peering out. Princess is talking to one of the officers and pointing at the clubhouse.

What the fuck has this bitch done now?