Chapter 1
HELLFIRE
A SPECTERVERSE SHORT STORY
VALENTINES SPECIAL
Foreword: This SPECTER SHORT SPECIAL is best read if you have already completed all Specterverse stories but it isn’t at all essential to enjoyment.
THE SPECTER SERIES
1. Hunting for Honey
2. Feilds of Clover
3. Broken Hearts & Coup D’etats
4. Secrets of Summer
5. Lace & Leather
6. The Colt & The Cobra
THE BRAVO BOYS
1. Killerwolf
2. Tigerlilly
3. Snake Eater
SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE
1. Red Reaper
SPECTER SHORT STORIES
1. Alfa
2. Bravo
• Halloween Special - ANGELMAKER The Southside Slayer
• Christmas Special - Dasher & The Dancer - Christmas In Aspen
• Valentines Day Special - HELLFIRE Old Flames Burn Brightest
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⚠️WARNING: This story contains some drug use (Rohypnol) and mild assault themes, reader discretion is advised.
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PRELUDE
“Did you miss me, Finnegan? Tell me how bad you missed me..” She moans and writhes beneath me, those cool cobalt eyes aglow with hungry lust, sparkling like wishing wells so deep and blue I could submerge myself in their icy depths..
“Yes-- Fuck yessss... I missed you bad, Harley.. So fucking bad, baby.. Fuck..” Breath rushes into my lungs as I bury my cock deeper in her swollen heat, her velvet pussy gripping me tight and her friction lights a fire so hot beneath my flesh that I feel like I’m on the verge of spontaneous combustion..
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***Harley Greyson~
“Hey Mom! Dad! I’m baaaaack!” My moto-boots squeak as I step into the kitchen of my childhood home.. Dropping my bags on the polished cherry wood floor, I shrug out of my leather jacket before I toss the keys to my bike on the marble counter.. The ride down from The Havenport College Campus had taken several hours and I’m beyond excited to see my family and spend a little time with them.. “Hellooo? Is anybody home?”
A loud bang from the garage clangs and catches my attention, accompanied by the soft crooning sound of a Frank Sinatra song.. “My funny valentine.. Sweet comic valentine.. You make me smile with my heart.. Your looks are laughable.. Unphotographable.. Yet you’re my favourite work of art..” The beautiful and familiar melody has my feet moving fast, crossing the kitchen floor to pull open the interior garage door.. There, I find Ace Greyson, the best dad in the whole world, with a wrench in his hand.. He is hunched over, working on his favourite motorcycle as he sings to himself with that same crooning deep voice that used to sing me lullabies as a little girl..
The sleek black Sportster Nightster beneath his wrench is polished to perfection, albeit partially dismantled as he tinkers away with his expert hands.. There isn’t a thing my dad believes can’t be fixed and he has been sure to teach me the same values.. If it runs on fuel, I can repair it..
But unfortunately when it comes to matters of the heart, I’m not as proficient as him..
Ever since I was a little girl, motorbikes had been our thing, even the old Knucklehead I ride had been the first hog that the two of us had fixed up together.. Some of my best memories of growing up involve my dad and me restoring that 1936 masterpiece..
My mom never approved of the bikes, being chief of surgery at the Downtown District hospital had meant she’d seen too many victims of terrible accidents to ever ride herself.. Still, for all her anxiety, she never kept dad and I from doing what we enjoyed and she supported that special bond we shared over our love of the open road..
My parents are the kind of people who believe in each other and believe in me and I owe every piece of my success and happiness to them.. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss being close to them..
I can’t keep the smile from my face as I lean casually against the doorway to listen for a moment as he keys the ignition of the bike and revs the engine a few times before allowing it to idle as he continues to croon his melody.. “Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak.. Are you smart? But don’t change a hair for me.. Not if you care for me.. Stay little valentine stay.. Each day is Valentine’s day!”
The erratic sound of the engine choking echoes off the concrete floor, telegraphing its struggle as he reaches up to kill the engine with a muttered cuss of frustration.. “Stupid piece of shit--”
“Sounds like you’ve got a vacuum leak..” I interrupt his song with my suggested solution and he jolts in surprise, spinning around to grin at me.. “Did you check the carburetor rack?”
“Good thinkin’, Sweetpea!” He wipes the slick black oil from his hands on a red rag before he stuffs it into his back pocket and extends his arms invitingly for a hug.. “It’s great to see you, Harley! I didn’t know you were coming home this weekend!”
With a megawatt smile and a bubbling joy in my belly, I rush across the garage and into his arms, the place I still feel safest.. “I just missed you so much, dad, I couldn’t stay away!”
“I missed you too, my sweet girl!” He chuckles, lifting my feet from the floor and squeezing me a little too tight, the crush of his embrace causing me to groan.. “I can’t seem to fix anything without you here..”
“Oh, I seriously doubt that, daddyo.. You’re the best!” I laugh as I look around at his mess and he smiles down at me, petting my shoulder with a heavy, greasy hand.. “Where’s mom?”
“Ah, she was on call.. The hospital paged her a few hours ago, but she should be home any minute now..” He checks the time on his black titanium watch to find that late afternoon has set in.. “Speaking of, I should probably go get cleaned up.. I was gonna take your momma somewhere special for Valentine’s Day.. You wanna join us?”
“You know I’d love to but-” I scrunch my nose and shake my head with an apologetic wince.. “I was actually gonna call Allie and Ava to see if they wanted to go to Love-Fest with me.. I read somewhere that Farrah Foxley is playing this year and you know I just loooove her!”
One night a year the city of Darkport is transformed into a glitzy volcano of red glitter and romance and Love-Fest is the biggest event of them all, a warehouse music festival that is held at the southside docks that everyone who’s anyone attends.. This year my favourite singer is going to perform with her band and I just can’t miss it, even if I don’t have a boyfriend to share the experience with..
“Yeah? Sounds like fun.. You gonna invite Finn too?” He leans back against his workbench, his starry blue eyes assessing me curiously as my gaze falls to my feet..
“No, dad..” I huff.. “You know me and Finn aren’t talking anymore, its been two years..”
“Alright, alright.. Just promise me you’ll stay out of trouble..” Dad holds up his hands and smiles before turning his attention back to his bike, leaning down to check the carburetor seals like I had suggested..
“Of course.. Don’t I always?” I bat my innocent lashes and he chuckles at my mischievous singsong tone..
“I mean it, Harley..” He scolds gently.. “You know we trust you, but your mom worries..”
“That’s because mom is a worrywort--”
“I am not!” I spin around to see the diminutive figure of my mother standing in the driveway with her hands on her hips, her neat blue button down tucked into a knee-length navy pencil skirt.. She frowns at me with a disapproving scowl as she brushes her ashy blond bangs aside.. “Mu concern is a perfectly rational response to your wild ways, Harley-”
“Mom, hey!” I giggle, taking several quick strides to wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight.. The scent of her lily perfume taking me back to when I was just a kid.. “You know I meant that as a compliment.. I appreciate your concern..”
Dad grins at mom, reaching out to beckon her over to him and she floats across the concrete to his side..
“Uh-huh, yeah right..” She grins, wandering over to my dad’s side, pressing up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.. “You’re unbelievable, the pair of you..”
“Hey Doll-face, you look beautiful with your hair like that..” His arm slinks around her waist and I sigh a dreamy breath.. To see my mom and dad as in love as they have always been, it warms me deep inside and sparks a hope that I have kept hidden for so long now.. My parents have a romance story for the ages, and it’s the kind of love that I wish that I could have for myself one day..
“What are you talking about, Ace?” Mom giggles and shoves him playfully in the arm.. “I always wear it like this!”
“And it always looks good..” He smirks before throwing a wink in my direction and I agree with a quick nod..
“He’s right mom, you look amazing..”
“Oh fine, I forgive you!” She flushes pink and pretty as she waves a bashful hand at us before turning to smile at me.. “I’m so glad you’re home, sweetie.. Should I make us something for dinner and we can all stay in together, instead of going out?”
Dad shrugs, easily pleased either way but I shake my head.. “No way, you guys should totally go out, you deserve a night off! I was just telling dad that I wanna go to Love-Fest anyway..”
“You mean that Valentine Festival down by the shipyards? Oh, Harley-- are you sure it’s safe--” An uneasy tension tightens her features as I watch the worry set in, just like I knew it would.. My mom cares so much about me, my whole life she has wanted nothing but the best for me and I am more than aware of just how lucky I am to have the love of my family..
So why does it still feel like something is missing?
Dad takes mom by her shoulders, gently massaging her with a calming timbre that she relaxes into.. “She already promised to be safe and her friends are going with her.. Let her go, Baby-Doll, she’ll be alright..”
“Um- oh, okay..” Mom hums hesitantly as I smile back at them both..
“So dad-” I purr as sweetly as can be, buttering him up.. “Can I borrow your bike?”
“That depends..” Dad arches a dark brow at me with a smirk.. “Can you fix my carburetor?”
I grin.. “You betcha!”
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