15. Nitro

FIFTEEN

NITRO

I stand there for a moment, I need to take my eyes away from her, I need to stop looking at the ink on her body. My glance stops at the tattoo in the middle of the chest. A butterfly, half designed in black and white, the other with some words written in there, but I can't see clearly what it says, I move my sight from her chest rising, her nipples hard under her tank top.

I look back at her face, and she slowly moves her tongue over her lips, I quickly look away from her to another tattoo on her shoulder. Fuck I so badly want her naked on my tattoo bed so I can ink her skin, then fuck her until she's screaming my name.

I can't touch her, I know I shouldn't touch her, but every muscle in my body is in pain wanting to touch her.

I go to take a step closer to her, but stop myself, and I see her body jolt at my slight movement. Her hand moves to her lips, which curl into a small smile, before she moves them to the hem of my trousers.

But I stop her, no one sees skin, and I have tattoos covering a lot of my body.

"I...I just..," she stutters, before I can even move away from her, she quickly leans forward and kisses me.

Any control I fought to have on my body is gone, and I slam her against the wall behind me, my tongue pushing past her lips wanting to taste her again.

Her hands move to my mask, and I quickly move away and turn her around pressing my body tight against hers, giving her no room to move.

Bringing my lips to her ear. "You want me to stop, say it now." My hand slowly moves her shorts down with her thong. If she wants me to stop., then she'd better say it now. No words escape her, but her ass presses on my hard cock, and I undo my button and lower the zipper letting my cock spring free. Kicking her legs apart, I thrust straight into her.

"Oh fuck," I moan as her tight warm pussy wraps around my cock. Emily moans, pushing her ass against me, I take a step back, pulling her by the hips, she places her hands on the wall.

One of my hands pulls her tank top, ripping is a little, grabbing a handful of her breast, pulling hard, pinching her nipples hard making her scream, and the sound is fucking amazing. Making her scream for me, while I fill her tight pussy.

Bringing my hand down to her stomach to her clit, the second my finger flicks it, her body jolts into me.

"Oh god, yes." Emily moves her ass into me, which makes me play with her clit more. God I want to taste her, bite on her pussy while I finger her, until she can't no more.

I look at her back, seeing some tattoos peaking through the sides of her top. I give her one hard thrust, fucking hell I knew she was going to be good, but yet I can't have her fully.

"Harder," Emily screams, and I smile. She likes it hard, and she has no idea how hard I can be on her body.

Grabbing the top on her tank top, wanting to see the ink on her back, as I rip her top I thrust hard into her, making her slam her hands hard against the wall.

What the fuck? I ask myself when I see her tattoos, stopping at one tattoo in the middle. I stop thrusting, quickly pull out of her.

"Fuck!" I shout and punch the wall breaking the plaster board.

"What? No." Emily looks over her shoulder at me, and I move away from her zipping myself back up.

I can't look at her, and walk over to the window. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This can not be happening.

I hear her about to say something, but stops herself when I shake my head, then hear the bedroom door close.

How could I let this happen? It was already fucked up touching her because she was a target, and might still be, but now, now I'm more fucked than I was before.

How do I tell my brothers what I've just seen without telling them I was fucking her at the time.

I can't.

They will fucking kill me, but...Fuck.

My brothers need to know, she has the tattoo, she has the GK outline on her back.

This can not get more fucked up than it is right now.

Why does she have the tattoo?

Is she part of them? I'm sure they only get the tattoo once they're a part of Gatekeepers. It all starts with a UV light tattoo which we have found on the kids Wesley has found. God I'm confused.

I remove my mask, and open the window to sit outside to get away from her, and my thoughts. Only one thing I can do, smoke and let the demons play with me, because at the moment the demons hurting me is better than the thoughts in my head.

I hear the door open behind me, not sure if it's the front door or the bedroom one, but I stay where I came for the moment. Still not sure what I'm going to do, tell my brothers, and piss them off, or keep it to myself and see if I can get Emily to talk to me about the tattoos on her back. If I can find out the truth then maybe I don't have to tell them about what happened now.

"Where is he?" I hear Wesley.

Putting my mask back on, I get back into the flat, and feel Emily staring at me. Everyone is here, but Tic. Walking closer to them, I see Ares with a towel on his stomach.

"What happened here?" Nyx asks, nodding towards the wall, I wait to see if Emily will say anything but nothing, I didn't think she would but thought maybe she's pissed at me.

"Frustration," I reply, turning to Ares. "Trouble?"

"They were hoping Wes would be there alone, and I got to have some more fun." He puts the towel on the table, and grabs the one by the sink. "Fucking hurts."

The three of us start laughing, because we know he's done worse to himself, so they must have had one too many hit him.

"How many?" I ask, looking over at Emily staring at me.

I can't be left alone with her, I don't even know what to say to her if she asks me questions. I've truly fucked up here.

"Four," Ares walks over to the fridge, grabs a beer, then walks over to the couch.

I turn to look at Wesley, and he shakes his head. "He stabbed one I think one too many times-" Wesley continues to talk but my head isn't here, it's thinking about the tattoo, and if I want to tell my brothers it's now.

But then Ares is in a fucked up mood, and he will loose his shit about it, and fuck knows what he will do. I'm going to have to talk to her myself, and hope she tells me something.

What questions can I ask her so it sounds like I'm having a normal conversation with her. Number one question, who gives you your tattoos? A lot of people go to the same person to get inked,, and I can go there without my brothers, telling them I need something or some shit like that.

"You listening?" Nyx pats my back, and I nod then walk over to join Ares on the sofa. "Wes, they're after you, so you need to-"

"Do nothing, they did the same with Emily, and she told me not to stop and I didn't, yet I lost her. I don't care what they do to me." Wesley looks between the three of us, and not one of us knows what to say, because the man is one stubborn bastard. We can beg the man to hide, fucking lock him up he would still find a way to get out, and show them he's not scared of them.

"They killed the woman I love, I'm not hiding from them," Wesley snaps at three of us, then looks over at Nyx who's about to say something but stops.

"They're watching you, so you can't come see us for a while. Everything will have to be done through the night routine," Nyx says, speaking in code a little, night routine meaning Ghost road.

I look over at Ares who turns to face me, because neither one of us are happy with this, but there is nothing else we can do at the moment. As Wesley isn't going to back down.

"I'll get you the files, put them somewhere and you get them. You four be careful-" he stops when the three of us start laughing, because we never worry about us, we worry for him. "I will be fine," he adds.

"You know we're going to worry, you check in, you know-"

"Boys, I know the drill. Burner phones on me at all times, in contact every two days, otherwise my sons will be hunting for me," Wesley cuts me off, and I start laughing.

When we first started this up, we put a plan in place, a plan that told the others we were in trouble. For Wesley it was different, he's not hidden away like us, and the organisation knows he's still looking for them.

"See we care," Ares shouts at him from behind me, making Wesley smile.

"Right I'm off-" He walks to the door, but stops and turns to face us. "-I would say nothing stupid, but it's you, so all I'm going to say is, stick together."

I grab a beer from the fridge as the door shuts behind Wesley, leaning on the counter, with both Ares and Nyx staring at me. Emily sat on the couch not looking at anyone, drawing in her pad.

"You going to get yourself cleaned up?" I look at Ares throwing the towel on the table covered in blood.

"Thought you might want to talk first." Ares turns to Emily who is ignoring him. I know she doesn't feel comfortable around him and Tic, and would rather stay away from them both.

"Got nothing to say." I take a sip of my beer, not breaking eye contact with him, and he smiles getting up, placing the empty beer bottle on the table.

"Can I say something?" The three of us turn to Emily who is ignoring them both and just looking at me. "Please can I leave this place, my head is killing me, all I want is some fresh air."

We ignore her and look between each other, Nyx looks at the time. It's late, no one will be around, so it's not like anyone will be around, but I'm the last person she should be with.

Ares can't he's too fucked up to ride the bike for long, and Nyx will be going where he goes every night, so that leaves me.

"I'll take her tomorrow, I need to fucking sleep for an hour otherwise I'm not working tomorrow," I tell them both because there is no way I can have her sitting on the back of my bike leaning close to me tonight; not while my head is so messed up with what I saw, it's already bad enough I have to spend the night here now.

"You need anything?" Nyx asks, and I shake my head.

All I need is an hour of sleep at some point before I have to go to the shop. I don't say anything to them and go over to sit on the couch.

Now Wesley can't be with her when we aren't here we're going to have to figure something out, and I know Ares and Nyx will both talk about it, then let me know. Right now, I'm not going to be much help with anything.

Nyx gives me a nod as they leave, and I pick up the tea towel with Ares blood on it, walking over to the kitchen sink, I pick up the other one he threw when he first walked into the flat. Lighting one of them on fire, I throw it in the sink, and wait for them both to burn before I run the water over it.

While I wait I roll up a joint, closing my eyes because they are fucking burning from the night I've had.

Let us play with you.

The fucking voice, the fucking feeling of their hands will never leave no matter what I do. They know my head is in the right place, they know my head is an easy target at the moment.

"Are you taking me out for a little bit?" I hear Emily behind me, but the only thing my ears are hearing is the sound of her moaning for me.

"I'll take you for a bike ride tomorrow night, I'm tired and hurt, I won't be able to keep the bike up straight for long," I reply not turning to face her, but instead running the water over the flame., The flames which I want to put my hand through just for a second to shut the voice up in my head.

But if Emily sees me doing it, it's more questions I don't want to answer.

"Thank you. Do you-" She stops when I turn around to face her, but I stay where I am. "-want to sleep?" She moves from the sofa to the armchair to the side, and I walk over to the sofa, and lie down.

She sits with me in silence, I have a feeling she has something to say but is not saying it. A part of me wants to know what she's thinking, the other part doesn't.

"Who does your tattoos?" I ask, I only need a name. It could be the link we're looking for, the tattoos are all the same, you can tell it's been done by the same person as there are always two little dots after the letter K.

"Different places, I don't have one person do them." I nod my head, while I think of the next question without it sounding crazy to her.

"You design them all?" I ask. I know the girl can draw, but the images I've seen aren't really tattoo styles.

"Yeah, the one on my chest my sister had the idea and did a rough drawing, I put the touches to it." I glance over at her from the corner of my eyes rubbing the butterfly tattoo.

She designs all the tattoos, so she must have designed the one on her back. Fucking hell my head hurts.

"I've got two which I have no idea when I got them. Must have been a bad decision after drinking too much." She starts laughing, giving me the moment to take a drag of my joint.

"Which ones?"

"One on the back of my thigh of a creepy clown, now I don't mind that one I find cool, have no idea when I got it. Then the GK tattoo on my back, people ask me what it means and I never know what to say because I have no idea; so I just tell them my ex-boyfriend's name."

Back to fucking square one then, she has no idea when or how she got the tattoo. The more this girl talks the more it seems her memory has been taken from her, but can that even happen? Can you fuck up someone enough to make them forget?

If that is the case, what do they want her to forget? Does she know something about the Gatekeepers, but they would have killed her. They don't let anyone walk away.

Taking a drag of my joint, as the questions flow in my head.

They want her dead, for a reason. Has she been hiding from them? Does she even know she's hiding from someone? Then there is the biggest question, why have they erased her past?