Out for Blood

Scar

I’m getting too old for this shit. These cunts think they can come in and take me out, well these guys have another thing coming. I crawled along from behind where I took cover in one of the clubs I was in doing a deal.

Jimmy groans next to me and drops his head. “That was too fucking close for comfort.” He says as he checks the graze on his arm. The bullet skimmed past him, leaving behind a faint trail of blood.

“Let’s make sure they heed the warning this time. Put a bullet in that fucker’s head, and then I will drop him off on their doorstep.” I give Jimmy a nod, and he readies himself. I stand and fire off a few rounds, directing the guys firing at me. Then Jimmy slides along the floor and shoots him right between the eyes.

Panic fills the other guy who looks much younger, and he runs as I fire two more bullets at him. “Fucker!” I shout and go up to the dead one on the floor. “Fine shot Jimmy.”

Blood pools around at my feet, and I’m careful not to stand in it. I search his pockets and find a phone and a card. “What the fuck? Shit!” I turn to Jimmy. This is bad. Twenty years on, and this fucker is still in my life.

“What did you find?” Jimmy tucks his gun away.

As I pull back the guy’s collar, the unmistakable sight of a Red Rebels tattoo emerges. I had been working hard to uncover the individuals responsible for infiltrating our territory, and I finally have the answer. Dale ’Hatchet’ Hatfield. I took him out twenty years ago, but this is Hatfield’s name on the back of a card which has the Red Rebels symbol.

“This is a warning to us.” I show Jimmy the card. Hatchet has family, and they are back for revenge.

“So this guy has been silently taking over parts of the city from under your feet?” He blows out a breath. “What are you going to do?” Jimmy and I have strong connections, but if these fuckers are also targeting Jimmy, then this situation is far more fucked up.

“I need to find out where they are hiding, and I’ll go in and do exactly what I did to Hatchet all those years ago.” I palm the card into my pocket. “Sorry about the mess.” I dig out my phone and call up Dom. “Get Drake and his lad down to Jimmy’s club. I have one dead Red Rebel member to collect.”

Dom is still my right-hand man, but he doesn’t do any of the heavy work anymore; he is my office guy.

“The Red Rebels, they’re the new gang?” he asks.

We had been finding more stuff about this gang, and recently found out the name. “It looks like they are coming out of the woodwork now. And you will never believe who is behind them.” I sit down and tell Dom what has happened.

“So, Hatchet had a son? I’ll find out more information.”

“Yeah, we need to find out where they are holding up. But I have a feeling he is making himself known now. We will soon find out.”

“Oh it. Oh, and Scar, Clara is asking when you will be back?” There is some talking going on in the background.

“Tell my cherry pie, I’ll be home soon. I just finished the deal with Jimmy.” I hang up and groan. “Drake is coming. I’ll get rid of the body, but if they knew we were here, I’d watch your back.” I tell Jimmy and then collect the drugs from him. “We are going to have to change things up. I don’t want us to be a target.”

“Fuck, I’ll get extra security on.” He goes off to secure his money.

It has me thinking as I leave. If Hatchet had a child, who was the mother, and why the fuck are they coming after me twenty years later? I slip out of the back of the club to where Scottie is sitting in the car, waiting.

He is only young, but I took him in after finding him getting beaten up by two men. I found out later that one was his father, and the other was his uncle. He hadn’t had the best of upbringings, so I offered him somewhere safe. He is my runner boy now, and he is nifty behind a wheel. I instructed him to take us back to the club.

We reach my place, and I take the drugs inside. I’d normally take them to one of the other houses and it gets cut up into deals for the street, but after what happened today, I don’t want to be followed to the cut house.

I take them straight upstairs to the office. “Why the fuck have you brought it here?” My cherry pie is with Dom when I walk in. She hates any kind of drugs on the premises.

“Cherry.” I hand Dom the bag and take her in my arms.

“Don’t cherry pie me, Mr.” She places her hands on my chest to hold some distance.

“Are you still mad at me?” I stare into her eyes. By now, Dom has left the office.

“You didn’t come and support Samantha and Ethan this morning. This was a huge thing for them.” She scowls at me. Samantha had finished her master’s degree, and Ethan helped set up her own business with the healing physiotherapy recovery center.

“Yeah, I intended on being there today for him and Samantha. But I got caught up shaking off that other gang. I’ve learned who they really are, and it’s not just a small gang—it’s a force that poses a much greater threat to us.”

As I slide my hands under her, I effortlessly lift her off the ground, feeling the warmth of her body against my palms. Without hesitation, she clung to me, her arms encircling my neck while her legs locked around my waist.

“What do you mean?” There is a newfound gentleness in her voice, as it becomes softer, almost a whisper.

“A gang called The Red Rebels. It’s hatchet’s kid.” I watch her mouth open and she gasps. She remembers.

It has been one of my downfalls of being a gang leader. Not everyone trusts Ethan, and that bastard Cameron has been a thorn in his side, poking him at every opportunity he can get. Two years after Ethan gave half of the company to Cameron, Ethan has worked incredibly hard. I stay away from Ethan when he is at work because I don’t want his business to suffer because of me. But I had promised to be there this morning for him and Samantha for the opening of her new business.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t risk it.” I trail my lips over her cheek and to her lips. “Let me show you how sorry I am.” I perch her ass on the table and slide one hand into her hair, tipping her head back and devouring her lips.

As I stand in between her legs, she tugs me in closer to her, and sweet moans slip past her lips. “Scar.” It is like a fever has hit us both. She tugs at my top and I yank hers. Then she pops my jeans and frees my hard cock. “I need you.” She whispers.

In one quick movement, I pull her leggings down and off, along with her panties. I lay her down on the desk and spread her legs. I hook them over my shoulders and bury my face in her sweet pussy.

“Scar,” she screams out as she cums for me.

“Ah, Cherry, after all these years together, you still have the power to make me weak in the knees.” Holding her legs up on my shoulders, I position my cock at her entrance. As I penetrate her, a low moan escapes my lips, and I’m captivated by the way her cunt eagerly takes my cock. “Does my Cherry want it slow or fast?” I glide it in and out painstakingly slowly.

“Fuck me hard, Scar,” she pants out.

“Your wish is my command, beautiful.” I pump in and out of her, building up my speed. I am so incredibly in love with my wife. Faced with everything we’ve endured, she has been a pillar of strength, demonstrating her unwavering commitment to both me and Ethan.

The impact of me hammering into Clara causes everything on the table to scatter onto the floor. The table quivers and groans in response to my forceful movements, as if it’s teetering on the brink of collapse, mirroring my own precarious state. In the heat of passion, Clara’s cries of ecstasy fill the air as I reciprocate, filling her with my own release.

I think I nearly put my back out with that one. As I let go of Clara’s legs, she remained in that position, her head and legs dangling off the table, clearly reveling in pure satisfaction.

I pull her up and smile and bring her in for a kiss. It doesn’t matter what anyone says about us, when you find that one person you love, you would do anything for them.

With a celebration dinner planned tonight with Ethan, Samantha, Dom, and Gina, we clean up and get dressed. Then head upstairs to shower and change into something more respectable.