FangThere was blood dripping down my fingers. Hot, thick blood. It made a scorching line as it dripped across my hand and down my arm. Like acid.And just like acid, it burnt a mark on my soul.How many men had there been before the one before me? Honestly, I couldn’t remember. Too many over the years. Hell, there had been too many in the last few months. This was just the latest in a long line.A very long line.I was tired of it. The blood and the screaming. And with each man, we interrogated my soul grew a little bit darker. Soon there would be nothing left at all.“He's not going to tell us anything more.”The deep timbre of The Judge’s voice snapped me back to reality, my eyes lifted from the blood that had snaked past my wrist. He was right of course. The man in the chair in front of us was beyond speaking now. He had probably been too far gone for the last hour at least. And we had found out nothing. Just like with all the rest of them. Every single person I had asked had
FangWatching her from the road was stalkerish as all hell, I knew that but I just couldn't seem to help myself. I hadn’t rushed back from our pointless meeting with one of The Family’s cronies to be screamed at because I had woken her up. When I knocked on the door of the bar, I wanted her to be happy to see me. Because I had come back quicker just to see her. The interrogation might have been pointless but it had made me realise one thing. Gypsy was special. I might not have known what the future held but I sure as hell wanted her part of it at least to involve her.Unless of course, she told me to get lost.That was a real possibility.I had faced down gunmen, criminals out to take my life and yet this was the scariest thing I had ever had to do. I couldn’t seem to get my body to move off the bike and towards her door.The curtains in the apartment above the bar flicked open and I held my breath. She was awake. That meant I wasn’t about to wake her up and...A man came into v
Gypsy“These were on your doorstep.”I turned with my hair still dripping water from the shower into my eyes at Bobby's voice. He stood in my kitchen doorway, a half quizzical, half knowing expression on his face. His hands were full of flowers - sunflowers to be exact - one hand full of the stems, the other clutching their decapitated heads.Petals fell on the floor and with them so did any hope that I was free of the nightmare that had been following me for the last five years. It all came rushing back and with it - bile. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I ran before I upended my breakfast over the floor. Pushing past Bobby with my shoulder, I made it to the bathroom just in time, falling to my knees with such force that I knew it would leave bruises. I threw up until there was nothing left in my stomach. “Gypsy?” Bobby called from the other side of the hastily shut door. He sounded worried. I groaned, leaning back against the sink, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.“I'm
GypsyI had sworn Bobby to secrecy, but it still played on my mind. What would I do if he went blabbing to Fang or the other Sons? It was pretty clear that he thought I was crazy.After all, how many girls claimed they were legitimately being stalked by a dead ex? Just me, although there might have been a few locked up in a loony bin. Which was no doubt where he thought I belonged. And to make matters worse, none of my staff turned up. It was like one thing after another.“This all seems a little strange.” Bobby sidled up to my side, wiping down already clean glasses. There wasn't much else to do. The place was empty. Which was lucky seeing as I had no staff in.I let my eyes flicker around the room. Usually there were plenty of people in. In fact I hadn't had one quiet night since opening, yet the place was as empty as a graveyard.“What do you mean?”There was a moment of hesitation before Bobby spoke. “This is the only bar in town Gypsy. The. Only. One.”I stared at him dumbfou
FangOne second I was getting my dick sucked and the next the girl on her knees between my spread thighs was pushed away, almost taking my cock with her. I had half a second to cover myself with my hands before a small, warm hand rocked my head back.The slap stung but more because it came out of nowhere. “You son of a bitch.”I raised my eyes, my lips curving into a smile at the sight of Gypsy blustering in front of me. She really was spectacular in her anger. All pouty lips and tits. “Who let Sunflower in?” I wasn't angry, not really. But I was going to have words with whoever had let her through the gate. Strong words followed by my fist. And there was no way I was going to let her know just how happy I was to see her. Smiling up at her just seemed to make her angrier, and her arm came down again. That time it wasn’t a slap she was aiming at my face though, it was a fist, I caught it easily, my hand more than double the size of hers. “Something I can help you with?”“Let go of
FangWatching Gypsy, the way she moved her fingers over The Judge’s wound, was mesmerising. There was no doubt, absolutely none in my mind, that she had done it before. For all of her hippy skirts and sharp little tongue, Gypsy had a past I knew nothing about. The way she tended The Judge just went to prove that fact. “What do we actually know about her?” I whispered to Hansel who had stepped up to the bar by my side. I didn't look at him though. I couldn't drag my eyes away from Gypsy, her bottom lip between her teeth as she concentrated on sewing up the gunshot in front of her. “Nothing, a shell company was the one who bought the bar. I didn’t even see her name anywhere on the paperwork.” He was staring at her the same way I was. With new interest.“She seems awfully at ease doing that,” he added thoughtfully.Yeah, I couldn't agree more. She did seem at ease. More comfortable around blood than she did behind the bar if that was possible. “Yeah, she does,” I admitted. “Do you wan
GypsyFang was gone longer than I thought he would be. I had assumed when he told me to take my clothes off that it had been some not-so-subtle ploy to get me naked in his bed.And then he walked off and hadn’t returned. I couldn't sleep. Not because I wasn’t tired, I was, but because I knew that my actions earlier that night would come back to haunt me. I had fallen easily back into the old me. Taking charge, barking orders, patching up the injured. It was scary how quickly I had reverted back to the woman I had been before I was Gypsy. And it hadn’t gone unnoticed. I had seen the way Fang had looked at me. The way he had narrowed his eyes as he watched me work.If he had been suspicious before, he was even more so now. And that was all my fault. I should have acted like the other women. Screamed and cried and acted like any normal person would around a gunshot. What I shouldn’t have done was fall straight into doctor mode.Sighing, I turned onto my back, flinging an arm across my
FangI saw her blink slowly as the meaning behind my words finally began to sink in. Her mouth opened under my thumb, and she gave a startled little sigh.I knew it was a lot to take in; it was a lot for me as well. I had fought against my growing feelings for her for weeks. But I was finally fed up with fighting them.I liked her. Every hippy dippy crazy inch of her. And she liked me back. I knew that. Even when she was spitting venom at me. Sure, it was a volatile relationship, but sometimes the best ones are. She drove me insane with her stubborn ways but they just made me want her more.“Fang,” she finally whispered. “Me and you together makes sense, Sunflower.”She laughed, not a low happy chuckle, but great big belly laughs that filled the quiet room and caused whoever was in the room next door to hammer on the wall angrily. “It makes no sense at all and you know it. We are totally different...”I didn’t want to hear it, so I silenced her with my lips, pushing her back down i