Fallen MC: Duke Part 5

"We...we...we caught Nicole with the phone and tried to get it from her. She fought us. We just did what we did to protect the club." Tears were streaming down her face. Her chest was heaving and she kept her head bowed, looking at the floor. It was easy to hear that her words were rehea.r.s.ed.

"We appreciate your loyalty. Just one question and then we can all get out of here..."

Lisa looked up, her face clearing of tears and relief s.h.i.+ning in her eyes. She thought she'd pulled it off, had actually managed to trick them. Pathetic. "Yes?"

Hollywood bent to her level and kept her gaze. "Where's the phone?"

Dukes body jerked. The phone. He'd never given a thought to the phone. Nicole never had one in the first place, he knew that but one hadn't been found in the outhouse with her or in the kitchen where she was meant to have to have been 'overheard'. They never planted a f.u.c.king phone on her. Dumb b.i.t.c.hes. They probably thought Nicole had one on her to contact him but never checked. f.u.c.k, he was glad his brothers were on top of this s.h.i.+t.

"What? I don't understand."

"Well, it's simple really. You beat the s.h.i.+t out of Nicole to get the phone from her. Five against one, we know you'd have easily taken it away from her. We wanna see it, so.... Where is the phone?"

"I....I...." She looked confused and panicky. She looked at them all as if they held the answer for her.

"There's something else you may wanna take into account while you're thinking about it. We have cameras in every room of the compound." They didn't but this dumb b.i.t.c.h would believe him.

Lisa looked horrified. Her body shook as she slumped to the floor. Crying so hard she could hardly catch her breath.

"You may wanna cut the s.h.i.+t while you can still stand on two legs. Tell us the f.u.c.king truth!" Lisa was foetal on the floor now. "Pull yourself together or I start breaking bones." Hollywood wasn't messing around.

Lisa wailed. "Helen made me do it. She said we had to get rid of that s.l.u.t or we'd be tossed out of the club. I've got nowhere to go. She said she was turning the brothers against us and that she'd overheard Duke talking about her once being with Riot. She said Nicole was manipulating and using Duke to get information to share with Riot, that she'd caught Nicole on the phone pa.s.sing it on. So, she said we should help, force Nicole to confess everything she knew about Riot by saying we heard her talking to one of them on the phone. Helen promised that you'd all be so grateful we caught her, we'd be taken as old ladies."

Dukes fists were so tight, his knuckles were white. He held his rage as he promised but f.u.c.k, he really wanted to lay this b.i.t.c.h out. Who n their right f.u.c.king mind goes along with a plan like that?

Hollywood snarled and grabbed her throat, pulling her up and pinning her to the wall. "You thought you could play the brothers like that? You're in this compound to work your c.u.n.t for the brothers - the brothers don't work for you. Your f.u.c.king s.k.a.n.ky a.s.s would be cold and buried in minutes if I had my way but it seems my old lady and the others wanna pay you a visit tomorrow. If you can walk away after, which I doubt knowing my Jewel, keep your lying a.s.s away from Fallen. And before you go sounding any alarms, you need to know we've got the video of your attack and your f.u.c.ked up confession, so think carefully before you do anything later."

Hollywood released his hold on her and she crumpled to the floor with heaving sobs. They all turned and walked out the door listening to the wails pouring out of Lisa. The same happened with the other three b.i.t.c.hes. Duke knew that Helen would be a different story. She thought she was smart and cunning but she was delusional and clearly still had a lot to learn about not messing with the brothers.

He knew Helen would have orchestrated this without the other s.l.u.ts confirming it. He also knew he wasn't gonna leave this be without leaving his mark on her first. The thought of Nicole's beautiful body battered and bruised lying in his bed made every hair on his body stand on end. The need for retribution left a bitter taste in his mouth as his adrenaline surged.

Walking in the outhouse furthest from the others, they found Helen leaning against the wall, arms crossed and seething. Straight away she charged towards them, demanding to know why she'd been locked up and why she was on her own. Hollywood took point again.

"Calm down, darlin'. You know the club would have to clear this up first before anyone'd be allowed back in. We'll let you out in a minute, just got to clear a few things up first."

"Like what? That fat b.i.t.c.h was betraying you and we weren't gonna stand around and let it happen! That b.i.t.c.h should be dead and buried for what she did! Now let me the f.u.c.k out!" Her voice screeched like nails on a chalkboard.

"You think you can shout your mouth off at us? Time to be very careful darlin'." Hollywood s.h.i.+fted so she could see them all. Her face calmed as she laid her eyes on them, especially Prez and Duke. Did she think he and Prez were on her side or something? This b.i.t.c.h was seriously f.u.c.ked in the head. She was stupid but she'd spent enough time with the club to know when to stop pus.h.i.+ng back.

"I'm sorry, I'm just p.i.s.sed with being in this s.h.i.+t hole for hours." She held Dukes gaze. She mustn't have seen the hatred in his eyes or his muscles hardened with tension. "I'm sorry your b.i.t.c.h turned out to be a traitor, honey. I tried to warn you, I'm still here for you, Duke."

Her voice sounded soft and consoling but he could see a small smirk pull at her lips as she thought she'd won. Something inside his chest ripped open with a ferocity he'd never experienced before. Duke pushed himself from the wall, a battle cry escaping from deep in his chest. He saw nothing but Helen in a haze of red and every fibre of his being was centred on ripping her throat out. He charged forward, only getting a few steps before he was brought to a crus.h.i.+ng halt. It took Prez, Razor and Slam to hold him back.

"You'd better get your s.h.i.+t together real quick, Duke or I'll be throwing your a.s.s out. I gave you an order!" Prez spat out as quietly as he could manage in his ear.

Duke shook his head trying to clear his tunnel vision. He took a deep breath and pictured Nicole unharmed and lying beneath him, smiling that perfect smile of hers straight at him. His body relaxed. He had to hold it together. Prez was right. He needed to see this b.i.t.c.h break. Hands slowly released him and he nodded at his brothers letting them know his control was back.

"What the f.u.c.k, Duke? You can't be mad at me! That b.i.t.c.h betrayed you and if it weren't for me you'd still be clueless." Her ugly smug face needed rearranging by his fists. "If you're upset she can't f.u.c.k you anymore, I'm happy to remind you how she ain't got nothin' on me." She winked. No one could believe what they were seeing. Was she really trying to seduce Duke after what had just happened?

Hollywood grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall. His patience now none existent, along with everyone else's in the room. They were done listening to her s.h.i.+t. "Shut the f.u.c.k up! We got questions that need answering before you go oiling up that slit between your legs!"

Helen looked furious but quickly schooled her face to look contrite. "Okay. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just upset that she used Duke the way she did and then to bring Riot into this.... I just can't believe anyone would do that to you guys." A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she sniffled.

"Enough of your f.u.c.king games, Helen. You gonna cry at least make it believable. f.u.c.k! Where is the phone?" Hollywood spat out.

They could all see she was confused by the question. Did she honestly think they wouldn't want to look at it and get information from it? Or did she think we'd just blindly accept was she was telling us without any questions? No wonder she was trying to snag a brother to look after her, the s.l.u.t wouldn't survive a day if she only had herself to rely on.

"Where is the phone you supposedly took from Nicole in this fight?" Hollywood said slowly, drawing it out, each word dripping with condescension.

They watched as her face drained of colour.

"I...I....I left it on the side in the kitchen when w...we took her to the outhouse."

"It ain't there now and everywhere has been searched. You wanna try that again?"

"I left in on the side, I promise. Someone must have taken it."

"Why didn't you go back for it when you locked up Nicole?"

"Well we were all pretty beat up and had to get everything sorted. After, we went to clean up and get a drink."

"Okay. If that's how you're gonna play it..... Let's see the marks."

"What are you talking about? Why are you interrogating me? I saved this club!" Panic was starting to take over her.

"It's been nearly a day since this happened. If you were all 'pretty beat up' you'd have marks. Unless of course, Nicole never touched you, you all just attacked her while she was alone in the kitchen and everything you've said is utter bulls.h.i.+t."

"I haven't got any marks. I'm not some limp wrist b.i.t.c.h who can't throw a punch. I know how to fight. That b.i.t.c.h couldn't get near me." She sounded as if she thought they'd be impressed.

"Funny, don't you think that at least one of you s.l.u.ts would have got a mark on you? But you don't, not even a scratch."

"You've been to see the other girls first?" She was faltering. "That b.i.t.c.h couldn't fight for s.h.i.+t! We can hold our own." Her eyes flicked frantically over each one of them, probably see if they were buying this c.r.a.p.

"Yeah, I'm sure you can. Especially when it's five against one. Yeah, you're real tough b.i.t.c.hes." The sarcasm rolled from Hollywood's mouth.

"We did what we had to to save this club!"

"From what? The other s.l.u.ts seem to think it was because you wanted Nicole gone and it had nothing to do with the club. In fact, they didn't even see Nicole taking a call or the cell phone she was meant to be using."

"They're lying to you." Her face and chest were flushed and she was pressing her body into the wall as if could save her from what she knew was coming.

"Really? They said that even before we showed them the video."

"What video?"

"The video of you beating the s.h.i.+t out of Nicole while she was huddled on the floor. The video that shows you're a lying, conniving c.u.n.t!"

"There's no video! I know there's no cameras in that kitchen!"

"Why would you need to check for cameras if this wasn't planned?"

Helen broke, what little sanity she had deserting her. She let out a scream and buried her hands into her hair, pulling it. Her wild eyes locked on Duke.

"This is all your fault! Why couldn't you just leave that b.i.t.c.h alone? You just left me, after I knew you were gonna make me your old lady. You've f.u.c.ked me for weeks without going to anyone else. You were mine! Then that ugly f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h shows up and you turn your back on what we had! She should be gone by now. That b.i.t.c.h should be dead. If you hadn't got back early she would be DEAD! You should of chosen me!"

No one held him back this time. He stormed towards her and fisted his hand in the back of her hair, wrenching her head back. His other hands held her wrists, crus.h.i.+ng them tightly together, causing her to cry out. He put his face close to hers and spat out his words.

"You listen to me, I never f.u.c.king wanted you. You were just a hole to be filled. Your used up p.u.s.s.y did it's job, it was never you I was f.u.c.king. Could have been any one of you s.l.u.ts I filled, you were just always closest. You're gonna pay for what you did to Nicole. She's gonna be fine. She's gonna be my old lady. I'm gonna bury myself deep and raw in her tight, wet p.u.s.s.y and forget you ever existed." He pushed her into the wall and swung his fist hard into her gut. She fell to the floor, retching, fighting to take a breath. "That's for Nicole. You deserve a lot more but I don't wanna touch you ever again."

Realisation of what she'd done and the situation she was in showed on her face. Her eyes were wide with fear and her body visibly trembled. Helen pulled herself to sit up straight and wept. "Please, just let me go. I'll never come back, never show my face here again. I promise."

Prez stepped forward. Helen shrank into the corner trying to make herself as small as possible. "Here's the thing. You're not getting off that easy. You used the brothers against our own property, property we're honour-bound to protect and you could have started a war with Riot. If you weren't such a dumb f.u.c.k you might have pulled it off. You've gotta pay. Nicole's gonna be an old lady in this club, we protect our own, and even if she wasn't you would have let my brothers fight in a war you started. One that could have cost them their lives. So, here's what gonna happen to you, you traitorous s.l.u.t. Every brother and old lady who wants to, gets one shot at you. After that Nicole gets to decide what happens to you. I'd get comfy, after church is when your visitors are gonna start arriving."

Prez turned his back and started to walk away. Helen sprung forward and grabbed onto his cut pleading to be let go. Prez whipped around, breaking her hold and threw a punch into her jaw. Helen collapsed to the floor gripping her face.

"Don't f.u.c.king touch me! That was my shot for Nicole."

They locked the door as they left. Duke knew Prez took it easy on her or she would be unconscious. He had a mean right hook. Duke felt slightly better but he doubted anything would ever be enough to right this wrong. It would be interesting to see who took up the offer of one shot at Helen. It wasn't in their nature to hit women but Prez was right, he could of lost some of his brothers if her plan had succeeded. Most of all, he wouldn't have Nicole and that s.h.i.+t burned deep. He needed to get back to her, check she was ok.

"Church in thirty minutes." Prez announced as they entered the bar. Every brother, old lady and prospect sat waiting for news.

The brothers knew they would get the information on what had gone down at the meeting, so they gave them all a wide berth for now. Duke jogged up the stairs to his apartment. Nicole was lying exactly where he'd left her. Her face was peaceful and with the sheet hiding her body she looked untouched, perfect. The thin sheet draped over her body did nothing to hide her mouth watering curves. Even beaten black and blue his b.i.t.c.h was gorgeous. His d.i.c.k twitched thinking about f.u.c.king her when she'd healed enough. He prayed she was a quick healer. He wanted their connection back. He needed to reclaim her. He never felt more at home than when he was buried deep in Nicole.

Movement at the side of the room caught his eye and he spun around to see the Musketeers sitting with their backs against the wall. Duke hadn't noticed them, he'd been totally focused on Nicole. He sent them a questioning glance. They started to stand as King explained.

"Didn't mean to intrude brother, just wanted to visit Nic. We knew you'd be busy with those f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.hes so we've just sat here quietly. We didn't want her to wake up and have no one around."

Duke gave each of his brothers a brief one armed hug to show his grat.i.tude. They all loved Nicole and he'd never been more thankful for the club.

"Here's some cream to help her bruises. We use it after we get a bit rough. Works a treat." Bones handed him the a large tub of cream and shot him a mischievous grin. Duke tried to ignore the 'rough' comment. He'd witnessed their rough s.e.x on an ill-timed visit to their room. If it weren't for the hard d.i.c.ks he could see he would have been sure they were fighting.

He sat beside Nicole on the bed and stroked the hair back from her face. She hummed a contented sound that stirred his heart and a small serene smile graced her face. He sat drinking her in until they headed downstairs for Church.

Chapter nine.

Duke Prez banged the gavel to start church. Everyone quieted to hear club business. They started by reviewing some of their businesses owned by the club and voted on the expansion of four of them. After 'any other business' Prez got down to talking about the subject that had Duke fisting his hands under the table. He was curious how this would go down with his brothers. No b.i.t.c.h had ever made moves against the club before and he knew that Nicole was popular with the brothers. She was always open and chatty, had no problem helping the brothers out with duties in the club house and did it all with a killer smile on her face. Plus, she fed them up good and no one would get away with messing with their 'little chef', as some of them called her.

"Right, you've all no doubt heard by now what Helen claimed along with those other s.l.u.ts regarding Nicole. I just wanna tell you all what's been found out since and the action we're taking. The b.i.t.c.hes have confessed that they wanted rid of Nicole and hoped the beating they gave her would keep her from talking or in one case, living. So, their story was proven to be complete bulls.h.i.+t. Nicole didn't have a phone and wasn't in contact with Riot. Not all of you were at the outhouse to see what s.h.i.+t they pulled so Slam is pa.s.sing around his iPad now with photos of Nicole taken just after she was found. This was no ordinary b.i.t.c.h beat-down." Prez stopped talking until all the brothers had seen what was done.

Duke gritted his teeth as he watched his brothers react to the photos. There was plenty of swearing and fist banging. He didn't need to see the photos to be riled up. Those images were burned into his memory. He sat stoically as Nicole's body was on display. He never wanted anyone to see an inch of her perfect skin, whatever condition it was in, but he silently willed every brother to back him and lay one on Helen. Those photos would definitely motivate them. He felt blood thirsty for revenge and payed little mind that she was a woman. If men had done that to Nicole no one would have hesitated in shooting the f.u.c.kers dead. He wasn't giving them a pa.s.s for simply having a p.u.s.s.y. Prez filled them in on Helen's punishment and said they were leaving the other four to the old ladies.

After Prez banged the gavel and church was over, Duke made his way to the outhouse holding Helen. He unlocked the door and strode in. He was quickly followed by Slam and Razor. Helen peered up from her huddle in the corner and cried.

"You can't do this to me! All because of one b.i.t.c.h you're gonna beat me. I don't deserve this!"

Duke had nothing else to say to her and just let her rant and rave at him, giving nothing back. Razor had obviously heard enough.

"Quiet b.i.t.c.h. You deserve everything that's coming to you and more. I'm just glad I can get my shot in while you're still conscious." He watched as Razor darted to Helen and swung his fist directly at her nose. It burst with a loud crack and blood poured from her nostrils. She screamed and screamed. His brother pulled her up by her hair and said, "That's for Nicole."

He turned his back on her and headed for the door giving Duke a nod on his way past. He was surprised at Razor. Not much worked him up but he knew that Nicole was family to him and that's where that reaction had come from. He expected to feel something negative watching Helen take her punishment but he didn't. He wasn't numb to it, he revelled in it.

Slam was next. Duke knew exactly what to expect from him and he wasn't disappointed as Helen's jaw shattered under his a.s.sault. "That's for Nicole," he spat at her before leaving. He didn't hear the door close behind him so turned to see what was stopping it. His heart warmed. Every brother was stood in a line waiting to deliver a blow to Helen and after each one they said, "That's for Nicole." He watched every last blow. Helen was still conscious, but a bleeding mess on the floor. She'd had it easy compared to Nicole, he felt some of his anger ease. He took one last look at the pathetic b.i.t.c.h and left without saying another word.

Nicole It'd been six days since Nicole had been beaten and she was finally able to move around without pain. All her bruises were now a yellow-green or gone completely thanks to that miracle cream from the Musketeers. The last two days had been torture for her. Twice a day Duke stripped her and slowly rubbed the cream into every inch of her skin, he refused to touch her anywhere else until he was sure she was better. Now she was sick of waiting and seriously s.e.xually frustrated, she was going to make Duke give it up. She'd briefly entertained the idea that maybe he just didn't want her anymore but knew that was c.r.a.p as he used the crack of her a.s.s to cradle his hard c.o.c.k every night. Her body felt wired it was so sensitive, her s.e.x stayed swollen and wet and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were so tender she felt like she could come with a simple brush of her top over her nipples.

Duke had eaten dinner with her in his apartment and was on his way to the kitchen with the dishes; she only had a couple of minutes before he returned. The plan commenced. She marched into the bathroom and retrieved her wand from her shower bag, she was so happy that it had been packed for her now. Running back into the bedroom, she tore her clothes off and lay in the centre of the bed, legs parted and her knees bent. Duke would be getting the money shot as soon as he came into their bedroom. She listened for the door to shut and as soon as she heard it she started tweaking her nipples and ma.s.saging her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Oh f.u.c.k baby, what're you doing to me?" She looked up at Duke who was twitching with every twist she gave her nipples. "s.h.i.+t, you're p.u.s.s.y is so wet, I can see you dripping from over here." He licked his lips.

"I'm done waiting for you, Duke. If you don't come over here and f.u.c.k me, I'm gonna do it myself." She reached behind her and retrieved her wand.

"I don't wanna hurt you. Baby, you've still got bruises and you're belly is still swollen. If I caused you any pain I'd have to rip something apart." His voice sounded like a plea.

It was time he remembered she wasn't fragile. She turned on her wand and the buzz of vibration filled the room. She kept her eyes locked on Duke as she slowly dragged the tip between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and over her stomach. Her skin pimpled with the sensation and her breathing turned to pants. She slid the wand over her p.u.s.s.y lips and then with her other hand separated her folds. She wasn't ready for the ecstasy to ripple through her body at the first touch. Her eyes rolled back along with her head and a moan escaped her mouth. The fact that she knew Duke was watching made it so much hotter. She was right on the edge of coming when he seized her hand holding the wand and tore it from her grasp.

"Duke!" His name sounded more like a groan, she'd been so close.

She opened her eyes just in time to see him drop his tee s.h.i.+rt on the floor. His heated eyes were fixed on hers as he slowly unb.u.t.toned his jeans. He hardly ever wore underwear so his glorious erect p.e.n.i.s came into view right away as his jeans fell down his thick, muscled legs. He kicked them off and crawled over to her on the bed. She was desperate for the feel of his hot skin on hers. He poised the tip of his d.i.c.k at her entrance but no matter how much she squirmed and begged, he wouldn't give her an inch.

"That was f.u.c.king hot baby, but I want all your pleasure to be mine. No more fake c.o.c.ks or toys for you. Your gonna get the real thing. Every. Single. Time." His restraint snapped and he slammed his whole length into her on his first thrust. "Oh baby, don't move, don't move. f.u.c.k, you're so hot and tight. I'm back in my heaven again."

Then he started to move. He was gentle at first but Nicole didn't want gentle, she wanted Duke's raw power overwhelming her. She'd missed his dominance and pa.s.sion so much. She needed this connection with him, she craved it. She dug her nails into his a.s.s and met each of his thrusts with one of her own. Soon, their actions became frenzied as they tumbled towards completion. Duke held her so tight she was sure he'd be leaving bruises of his own and she didn't mind one bit. As the pressure became too much, they tipped over the edge into o.r.g.a.s.m together, shouting, screaming and moaning as they did.

Nicole felt like she'd had an outer body experience. Every part of her tingled and felt revived and new. Duke's breath panted against her neck and his weight pinned her to the bed. She'd never been so content. She turned her head to bury her nose in his neck and breathe his s.e.xy scent into her. It was perfect. She never wanted to move and she kept all her limbs wrapped around him to make it last as long as possible. After a second and third round they both fell into an exhausted sleep, tangled around each other.

In the morning Nicole woke to the sounds of Duke banging around in the bathroom. The man had an inability to shut any drawer or door quietly. She stretched her body that was deliciously sore after their night together. She felt floppy, sated and overwhelmingly happy. A smile spread across her face as she thought of enticing Duke into a repeat performance this morning. It fell when Duke came out of the bathroom fully dressed.

"Hey babe. Where you off to so early?"

"Morning, baby. Got some s.h.i.+t to do and didn't wanna wake you. I'll only be gone a few hours. I'll be back before you know it."

He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before practically jogging to the door. Something wasn't right. He seemed almost nervous which was not like him at all. But she knew not to ask too many questions, this was MC life after all. If he could tell her, he would. She dragged herself out of bed and took a shower. Everyday she'd been waited on hand and foot since the incident and today she was determined to change that and make everyone pancakes for breakfast. She dressed quickly in one of Duke's s.h.i.+rts and her yoga pants but before she even got to the door it opened to reveal Slam with her regular toast and cereal. Guess her plan to cook for the brothers would have to wait until lunch.

"Hey Nic. Got your brekkie here for you. You gonna come eat with me?"

Slam didn't seem himself either. He wasn't talking to her, he was talking to her stomach that was hidden under the s.h.i.+rt. His eyes hadn't s.h.i.+fted from there since he came in.

"Sure, you know I love our breakfast club." She settled at the small table in the apartment kitchen. "What, no coffee this morning Slam? It's not like you to forget my much needed morning caffeine." She winked so he knew she was just teasing him but his face blushed in response. Why was everyone being weird today? "Slam, are you okay?"