Chapter 4

Raven

M om has Andrew for the day. She pretty much showed up at my house, took my baby from my hands, and told me to get out for a few hours.

Seeing as how my guys would never agree to let me go anywhere that doesn't involve ten to twenty Black Venom men, I choose to just spend the time at the warehouse.

I haven't been away from him for more than an hour since we've gotten him and as Hunter and I pull into the shop parking lot, I can't help but check my phone for the tenth time in five minutes.

"Little Mouse." Hunter chuckles. "Put your phone away. Little Man is fine. Our moms are spoiling him rotten right now, I just know it. You have nothing to worry about, trust me." He grabs my phone, and I'm about to bite his head off but am stunned silent when he slips it into my back pocket and kisses my forehead.

"I know," I sigh. "But with everything going on and us still up in the air with not knowing... well, anything, I'm nervous."

"You know, I called some men to keep an eye on the house." He gives me a sly smirk. "What they don't know is we always have someone watching over them. I just had a few extra go over."

"It's like you're everywhere." I grin.

"We are." He shrugs. "There's a lot more members than the ones you've seen at the warehouse. They just don't come around because it's not their scene."

"Huh?"

"Come on. Let's pop in and see the twins." Hunter wraps his arm around my shoulder and guides me towards the garage.

When we get to the open door, I pause. The twins are blasting music, bent over a car, and singing Eminem's new song Houdini .

They don't have their shirts on, only wearing a pair of low hung jeans. I bite my lower lip, my mind flashing back to the other day when I was trapped between the two of them. My belly aches, my pussy excited to have that again.

Link was not happy when he found out. I swear that man has the nose of a bloodhound. Even after showering, he could still smell sex in the air. Although, it might have been the dirty costume I tossed in the laundry bin.

He got in the guy's faces, but I stepped in and told him he doesn't control who I allow inside my pussy. And then just when I thought he was going to call me a brat, he ground his jaw and walked away.

I wanted to scream, demand he get back here and react like he used to. Instead, I cuddled with Andrew and Quinton on the couch.

"You got a little something right there," Hunter teases, wiping at the corner of my mouth.

"What?" I blink out of my inner thoughts, hand rising to where his fingers were.

He gives me a shit eating grin. "You were drooling."

I look at the twins, then back to him. "Oh, fuck off." I laugh, pushing at his arm.

"I'd much rather fuck you," he growls playfully, pulling me into his arms. His lips crash down on mine, and I moan as his tongue slips into my mouth.

The hunger inside me wakes up, needing more as his hands grip my ass, grinding me against his erection. I want that inside me so damn bad.

"Free porn, nice." Taylor chuckles.

I smile against Hunter's lips, thinking Hunter will stop and tell them to fuck off. But no, he kisses me harder, pushing me up against the wall. I gasp when he breaks the kiss, his lips finding my neck as he sucks and nips at the sensitive flesh.

His hand slides down my body and under the sundress I'm wearing. My eyes flick over to find the twins watching me with two sets of hungry stares.

My eyes widen, a moan slipping free as Hunter slides his fingers through my already wet folds. "Dripping for me already, Little Mouse?" Hunter murmurs before trailing kisses down over my collarbone.

His touch is electrifying, slow and torturous as he pushes his fingers inside me slowly. I shift my weight, wanting more, wanting him to go deeper.

"You know, I always am," I pant out, my hands gripping his arms to keep me up. Fucking hell, these men know how to work me, play me. It's only his fingers, and it's been less than a minute, but he knows all the right spots, and I'm already feeling that ache in my belly.

"I love it when she blushes," Travis tells Taylor.

"I don't blush," I moan, my eyes rolling back when Hunter hits my G spot.

"Not your cheeks, Foxy Girl." Taylor chuckles. "The tops of your breasts.

Speaking of breasts, Hunter pulls down my top and one of them falls free. I curse, thrusting my hips upward, forcing Hunter's fingers deeper as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck." I moan.

"Dove." Travis gets my attention again as my body starts to shake, an orgasm just at the peak. "Make sure you look right up there when you soak Hunter's hand. Show his big brother what he's missing."

My eyes slide up to where Travis is pointing to find a camera in the corner of the shop. I stare at it, knowing that Link is watching us. He's always watching.

"Cum for me, Little Mouse," Hunter growls against my nipple before biting down. I cry out, my pussy clamping around his fingers.

"Oh god," I whine, my release right there, so, so close. "Don't you fucking stop."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Hunter pulls back, smirking down at me with a predatory gaze as he thrusts his fingers into me fast, his thumb working my swollen clit.

My lips parted, eyes wild, I stare that camera down as a wave of intense pleasure washes over me and scream out my release. And just to fuck with him, I say his name. "Oh fuck, Link."

Hunter chuckles, not at all bothered by the fact I called out his brother's name when he's the one making me cum.

With a heaving chest, I still cling to Hunter as he pulls his fingers free. Pulling my attention away from the camera, I watch as Travis and Taylor approach us, tattooed chests glistening with sweat.

I'm confused as to why Hunter holds out his fingers, parting them into a V. But then my blood turns to lava, my greedy pussy aching for more when the twins lean forward, eyes locked with mine as they each suck one of Hunter's fingers clean of my release.

"How are you able to make everything so damn hot?" I sigh, panting as I lean back against the wall.

"It's a gift." Taylor chuckles, giving me a wink.

"You two, get back to work," Hunter tells them. "I'm taking Little Mouse inside for some lunch."

"All work, no play makes Travis and Taylor very fucking horny," Taylor pouts.

I burst out laughing. "I can't even with you two."

They chuckle and each lean forward, pressing a kiss to both temples. I close my eyes, smiling with a content sigh. "Be good, Dove," Travis whispers.

"Give that fucker hell," Taylor contradicts.

"You two are the naughty ones," I tell them as Hunter and I walk away.

"Oh baby, we're downright wicked," Travis calls back.

That they are. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

As soon as we step inside the warehouse, my belly growls like some kind of wild beast. Hunter's eyes snap over to me, and I bite my lip. "Are you really that hungry? I thought Quinton made you breakfast?"

"He did," I tell him. "But it was too early, and lingering morning sickness didn't let me eat much."

"How do you feel now?"

"Like I could eat three whole pounds of chicken wings," I groan, rubbing my belly.

"That's what I'll tell the kitchen to cook you, then."

"What?" I gape at him. "Hunter, I was joking."

"Nope. If that's how much you want to eat, then eat. Baby Bird's gotta eat too. And anything you can't, that's what I'm here for." He winks. "Can't have my girls going hungry."

Ugh, this man. Actually, it's more like these guys. While I'm not a big fan of the lack of sex, they've been so damn sweet and caring, treating me like a queen.

"Girl, huh?" I grin. "What makes you think Baby Bird is a girl?"

"My spidey senses are tingling," he says, wiggling his fingers in front of my face.

I snort. "You're so fucking weird."

"And you love it." He winks. "Now, sit your sexy ass down; I'm going to go get the kitchen working on them wings." He nods towards the bar stool.

"Yes, Sir." I smile, fluttering my eyelashes.

He gives me a heated look, making me smile harder. "There's the brat we know and love," he cheers before taking off. My smile falls.

His words get me thinking. Have I changed? Am I no longer the Raven they knew? I mean, obviously things have happened, I had to grow up fast in a small amount of time so things are going to change.

Being a mom takes up a lot of my time and energy. Are the guys feeling neglected? Am I putting Andrew before them more than not? I don't want to feel like I'm choosing, but Andrew is just a baby; his birth mother sold him to me for drug money, for fuck's sake. He needs me.

But so do my guys.

A heavy weight weighs on my shoulders, and I sigh, my good mood gone.

"Oh, thank god you're here." Andy's voice has me looking over to see her taking the stool next to me.

"Hey to you too." I laugh. "What's up?"

"What's up? We're all miserable here. Don't you hear the lack of music? No laughing? No cue balls clacking together."

My brows furrow, and I look over my shoulder, seeing for the first time how empty it is in here. It's usually filled with members. They practically live here.

"Where is everyone?" I ask, turning back to her.

"Home. No one wants to be here unless they have to."

"Why?" I ask, raising a brow.

"Because their boss is..." She looks around before lowering her voice. "Let's just say he's a lot more moody than normal."

"I'd watch what you say, Andy." Link's voice has Andy's back going ramrod straight, her face losing all color. "One might think you're talking ill about me to my woman?"

"N-no." Andy shakes her head. "Never."

"Would you fuck off," I snap at Link, and Andy sucks in a sharp breath.

"Raven," Andy hisses more in fear than warning.

"Don't worry about me." I flick my gaze to Andy. "He wouldn't lay a fucking finger on me." I hop off the stool and walk towards Link, my eyes now locked with his angry ones. "Seems to be his thing nowadays. The man who wanted to live with his cock inside me is now the man who can't even touch me. Isn't that right, Link?"

He says nothing, jaw clenching. I'm pissing him off. Good, I want to piss him off, because I'm done. I'm done with him avoiding me. I miss my batshit crazy man, and I want him back. If talking things out with him isn't going to work, then I'll make him fucking listen.

Maybe pregnant Raven is more ballsy, maybe I'm just done with the bullshit.

"Don't you love me anymore?" I ask him, cocking my head to the side.

"You know I do," he snarls.

"Oh really? Sure doesn't look like it. Is the reason you haven't touched me because you're getting it somewhere else?" I ask him, and his eyes actually flash with shock. "Are you fucking some other woman, Link?" I know he's not. He would never do something like that.

"Fuck no," he spits.

"Then why won't you touch me ? Do you not think I'm sexy anymore? Is me being pregnant not attractive to you?"

His nostrils flare as he leans down, getting in my face. "You fucking know I only have eyes for you. I'd rather gouge my eyes out than look at another woman, stick my hands in acid than touch another woman. I'd rather fucking die than be with anyone else."

My heart thunders in my chest as I swallow hard, his words fucking with my hormones, but I stand my ground.

"Then why won't you fucking touch me?" I shout, chest heaving as I position myself so we're nose to nose now. The tension in this room is suffocating.

"Because I'm a fucking monster, Raven. These hands kill for a living. I kill for a living. And I'd rather kill myself than ever put you or that baby at risk."

Fuck. Fuck this man and his words and making me love him so damn hard. I can't go soft, I can't talk to him like anyone else might talk to their partner in this situation. His brain doesn't work that way. He would shut down and walk away if I tried.

So, I do two things. With a curl of my lip, I reach up and wrap my hand around his throat the best I can and use the other one to get a good hold on his balls. He didn't see that coming and the smallest bit of shock flares in his eyes before it's replaced with rage. This is a big risk, what I'm doing. I've never done something like this, but I need him to hear me, so if I have to play his game, I will.

"Listen to me and listen to me good, Lincoln," I command in a low dangerous tone, ignoring the blood pounding in my ears. "You will not hurt me. You will not hurt this baby. You might think that you have no control, but I know you would stop yourself before you ever put us at risk. I'm not glass, Link. I'm not going to break. I know the things that have happened to me might make you think that—hell, I even thought that at one point—but I'm Raven, fucking, West. No one, and I mean no one will break me. No one will bring me down. Not only because I refuse to ever go down without a fight, but because I have five men, five fucking strong as shit men, at my side. Hell, I have a whole fucking crew at my back. No matter what life might throw at us, we will always get back up. We will always move forward because we will never give anyone, and I mean not a single soul, that power over us."

My chest is heaving, my body vibrating as I fight to hold back tears. "It's not your fault," I whisper, seeing the flash, the smallest bit of vulnerability in his eyes. "As fucked up and painful as some things might be, I believe everything is meant to happen for a reason. Our angel baby was meant to make us stronger, to show the world that with each other, we will not break and to lead us to Andrew and Baby Bird. You made sure about that."

His chest heaves as I tighten my hand around his throat. I feel his cock growing against my palm, and fuck me, this is not the time to be turned on about that fact. I guess, showing him a bit of dominance isn't something he hates. Not that I think I'd ever get this far again, but hey, I'll push it as far as he's willing to let me go now.

"If you're looking for an apology for how I knocked your ass up, you're not going to get it," he snarls. "I'm not sorry. I'll never be sorry. And it would be just a waste of breath to ask me to be."

"I know you're not," I snort. "And I wouldn't expect you to be. Doesn't change the fact I'm still fucking pissed that you took it from me. My choice."

"Other than apologizing, what can I do to make this better?"

Now it's my turn to be shocked. I blink at him for a moment. I want to tell him to stop treating me like glass, to have things go back to the way they were.

But, even if I want those things, it doesn't take away the fact I'm pissed, and I sometimes hate that Link acts like he's above everyone, that he's god.

Using that little bit of ballsy attitude I have coursing through my veins at the moment, I give him a slow, cocky grin.

"I want you to get on your fucking knees for me and kiss my feet like the queen I am." Oh god, I can't believe I just said that. My belly swoops and I feel like I'm going to be sick. I'm just waiting for him to laugh in my face, but instead, he shocks the ever living hell out of me. Slowly, he sinks to his knees as I gape at him, stunned, my hand slipping from his throat.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine, as he lowers his head and fucking kisses my toes through my flip-flops.

"Anything else?" he asks, daring me. Do I push it and ask for more? A thrill fills me, a powerful high at the fact that Link, the head of Black Venom Crew, the man who kills people for looking at him funny, just got on his knees and kissed my feet.

"Holy shit!" I hear Hunter gasp somewhere behind me, reminding me that there are still people around us.

Link just did what he did knowing that people are watching.

"Yes," I answer, trying to stop my voice from shaking. "Repeat after me..."

He raises a brow, still on his knees before me.

"I, Link..."

He smirks. "I, Link..."

"Am Raven's bitch." That part comes out with no confidence at all because I really am scared shitless right now, but fuck, this is a rush.

"Am Raven's bitch," he growls. Fucking hell, he said it.

"And I'm going to stay on my knees and worship her pussy like the queen that she is."

Pure, feral, hunger flashes in his eyes as he grins savagely at me. "And I'm going to stay on my knees and worship her pussy like the mother fucking queen that she is."

He lunges forward, making me squeal as he corners me back into the chair behind me. Then he grabs the legs of it and yanks it forward. I grip the arms tightly, having no idea what's going on until he pushes my dress up, slides his hands under my ass, and pulls me to the edge of the seat.

He buries his face between my legs and runs the tip of his nose up the soaked fabric of my panties. "I fucking missed this pussy," he growls. "This is my fucking pussy, Little Bird. Remember that." He grabs my panties and yanks them off me. He goes to dive back in but pauses. His eyes dart up to mine, and in the smallest voice, that no one but us can hear he says. "If I hurt you, stop me."

I give him a small smile. "You would never hurt me, Link." I love it rough; I love the pain he brings me when he fucks me unhinged. He could do anything he wanted to me and I'd gush for him like a river. But he would never, truly hurt me. I do not and will never fear this man.

He hesitates for a moment longer before throwing my legs over his shoulders. "Oh fuck!" I scream, my eyes slamming shut as I toss my head back, my nails digging into the armchair.

Link works his deadly mouth against my pussy, licking and sucking. He thrusts his tongue in and out of me, and I swear I feel it grow.

My mind is hazy, my body buzzing. I'm lost to the feeling of him and what I've missed for so damn long.

His skilled tongue works me in ways none of them have before, his nose working my clit. It doesn't take long before I feel my orgasm rushing to the surface. Pleasure courses through me, my body trembling in the chair, legs trying to lock around his head, but he holds them open as he continues to devour my cunt.

"You're awfully quiet up there, Little Bird," he murmurs against my folds. "Am I not doing a good enough job? I'm supposed to make you scream, aren't I? This just won't do."

I'm so consumed by pleasure, I have no idea what he's talking about. I'm about to ask him when I feel something cold and hard push into my entrance. My eyes snap open, and I gasp as he starts to thrust whatever it is, in and out of me.

"Oh fuck!" I moan, the sensation off, but not unpleasant. "W-what is that?"

Link sucks hard on my clit, making me cry out and buck forward. "My gun," is all he says before he goes back to wrecking me.

My eyes widen, and I gape at him. Is he for real? No, there's no way he's actually fucking me with his gun. No way. No fucking way.

But when he pulls back and grins up at me, I look down and see the metal barrel of the gun buried inside me.

"You're fucking trembling, Raven. You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? You're so needy for cock, for anything inside you, that your pussy is clenching around my gun. You can't get enough." His words cause the fire in my belly to grow into an inferno. "You fucked the twins in a church. Isn't that something a whore would do?" I whimper, my pussy gripping the gun as he fucks me with it. "Let Hunter finger you while the twins watched, and you challenged me through that camera. You're such a brat, Raven." My heart pounds, my pulse races. I'm so turned on I can't even think. One little thing, and I'm going to leap right over that edge. "You will always be a brat. But you're my fucking brat. My good girl. My dirty slut. My whore.Mine," he growls dangerously and possessively.

His words alone could send me into an orgasm. And they sure help when I cry out, "Link!"

"That's it, Little Bird. Cum like a good little whore."

And I do. My pussy death grips that gun as a powerful climax hit's me like a fucking train. I scream so loud my throat grows raw. Wave after wave courses through me as I shatter for him, stars bursting behind my eyes on the cusp of blacking out.

He rips the gun from my pussy, and I hear it clatter to the ground. I don't even get a chance to breathe, to open my eyes and see what's going on, before he grabs my face and pushes on my jaw to get it to open.

By the time I finally get my eyes open, Link is shoving his cock down my throat, groaning. I gag, taken by surprise as his cock pulses down my throat, forcing me to try and swallow rope after rope of his hot cum.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growls, sounding strained. I cough, unable to swallow everything as it starts to drip down my chin. "My cock. My cum. You missed it, didn't you, Little Bird."

I nod my head, eyes watering. But fuck, I feel so damn high right now. Happy, so happy.

He pulls free, and I cough again, swallowing a few times before I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, chest heaving as I struggle to breathe.

My sexy, dangerous god leans forward, now towering over me. His brown hair falls over his eye as he uses his thumb to brush a tear from the corner of my eye. He brings it to his lips and sucks it off.

I watch as he takes a step back, his cock still out and bends down, picking up the gun. My breaths come in quick pants as I look at the gun. "Open," he commands, and I do.

He takes the gun, the part that was inside my pussy, and shoves it in my mouth. "Now suck."

I whimper as I suck, ignoring the unpleasant taste because a fucked up part of me loves every single thing he's doing.

"Good girl." And I fucking preen at his praise. I really am fucked up.

"As hot as all that was. And I'm glad the two of you made up." Hunter steps up like all of this is just an everyday occurrence. I guess, for us it is? At least, shit like this. He looks at his brother. "But did you just fuck her with a gun? After being so fucking worried about hurting her."

"Relax, little bro." Link claps him on the shoulder. "It's empty." Link tosses the gun to Hunter. He checks and sighs, shooting his brother a glare.

Link ignores him and grabs my hand, yanking me to my feet. I'm still stunned as he pulls me into his arms. "Come on, Little Bird. Let's go feed you and Baby Bird. Let me feed you your chicken wings like a queen."

The smile that takes over my face is so wide, I don't even care that people just saw all of that. I'm content. After months of worrying and stressing, I can finally breathe. Even if it's just for a moment. I'll take what I can get in times like this.