Bash (Diablo Disciples MC #6)

TWENTY-EIGHT

Bash

No one ever thinks they’ll murder someone.

Serial killers, maybe.

Bash, not so much.

But he was with his brothers all the way. Regardless of how the night unfolded.

This had been years in the making. A long wait for Denver and his family.

Since Denver’s attack, his friend had been spending hours a day, using every resource, to search for Albie. Years back, Albie was obsessed with Casey and would put her in sketchy situations for his gain. But then she left that life behind and met Denver. Albie lost his mind trying to find her, but he quit when he learned she was with the Diablos. Until recently.

Bash and Denver were behind several establishments in an alley off Main Street. The alley reeked of decaying garbage, and likely had been used by hookers for quick jobs.

“You tight, man?”

Denver wore all black, like Bash, with no club colors.

“I want this to be over so my wife and girls can have a normal life again. Casey might stab me if I continue to confine her in the house.”

He said it with a grimace, but Bash chuckled. Casey was an unstoppable force in stilettos, and so damn smart it scared the shit out of everyone. Using her intelligence, she’d helped the club multiple times by gathering information in plain sight. She was adept at negotiating. The guys teased Denver, claiming his wife was like Helen of Troy.

Bash wouldn’t start a war over Denver’s woman, but he would for his own.

“We’ll get it done.” He promised.

Bash smoked two more cigarettes before their comms sounded. Phones were left at home tonight, so their whereabouts couldn’t be traced.

“We got him. On the way.” Axel said in a few words.

Denver went from a relaxed state to having his game face on.

There was obvious tension as the pair took a few more back alleys, avoiding any known CCTV as Bash and Denver walked to Kylie’s funeral home.

Only a few patched brothers knew Reno’s old lady was the infamous cleaner. She’d been operating a double life for years. By day, she was the town’s respectable funeral director. And by night, she made crime scenes disappear. She’d worked with the Diablos for years, even before she got with Reno.

Tonight, her crematorium was going to play a vital role.

Although Bash and Denver had been waiting for hours, everything sped up once they reached the blacked-out SUV at the rear of the funeral home.

The adrenaline was high.

They were all here to support their brother.

Anyone of them could have killed Albie, or made that whole mess go away, but Denver wanted—needed—to be the one.

Bash pulled open the back door, and Reno jumped out, followed by Ruin. Diamond, as always, was with Axel as his protection. The president had control over the man, who was bound, blindfolded, and his mouth taped shut. Axel forcefully yanked him out of the vehicle, letting him land at Denver’s feet.

“He was right where you said, D. Offer a man an all you can fuck buffet with a busty hooker, and he came out of the woodwork with his dick in his hand.”

The Diablos played Albie like a fiddle, and he bought it completely.

There were no free hookers, no free blow.

Just Albie’s imminent death.

“Get it done, brother,” Axel said gravely. “We’ll wait here; don’t take long. We all need to be tucked up at home with our old ladies.”

Reno gave Bash the key fob for the back door of the funeral home, and together with Denver, they dragged a groaning Albie inside, into the darkened funeral home and to the tiled room they had scoped out earlier.

The whole thing felt anticlimactic.

There was no big Marvel battle scene.

But not every violent act needed a concerto soundtrack and a sweeping crescendo finish.

This fight had been a long time coming for Denver, and the Diablo brotherhood wanted it to have the right finale.

Bash noticed a huge steel table, the kind they used to slice up dead bodies in autopsies. The tray was slanted so body fluids could drain out. Pretty fucking creepy, Bash thought. Every murderer should have one, and he bet Ruin had it on his Christmas wish list.

Though he was here with his boy, and would assist in whatever Denver needed, to give him peace again, Bash’s head and heart were elsewhere.

They were at home with his woman.

Charlotte wasn’t becoming his obsession.

She’d been that for a long while now.

She was so twisted around his every molecule, he couldn’t separate her, even if he wanted to.

He was fully present tonight, but he longed to be with his little darling, earning one of her smiles and fucking cries out of her.

Easing the thought of Charlotte aside for the time being, he looked at the pitiful bag of shite on the floor as Albie struggled, and attempted to get to his feet, only for Denver to kick him over again.

The guy mumbled in pain as Denver kicked him repeatedly. He searched Albie’s pockets and found a phone and a wallet. Bash caught both when he threw them.

Finding a teen picture of Denver’s wife in one of the wallet slots was creepy. Bash flashed it to Denver, who became enraged and stomped on Albie’s ribs, then yanked him up from the floor, and ripped off the blindfold and mouth tape.

“Surprise, motherfucker. I swore you’d see me again one day, didn’t I?”

He let the brothers-in-law have a moment, Denver beating the shit out of him while Bash went through the phone. He whistled through his teeth, scrolling through the photos. It was like he’d started a scrapbook of everything Diablos related. It was stuffed with property info. There were also a few hundred of Denver’s house, from all angles, but the surveillance pics of Casey made Bash’s eyebrows jump into his hairline.

The scrolling went on forever, going back years.

Thousands of pictures.

Holy fuck, the guy was a straight-up stalker.

Based on the dates, he probably spied on Casey every few months.

Sicko. “This creepy little bastard has a museum’s worth of spy pics of your old lady, Denver.”

“That’s mine!” screeched a bloodied Albie.

“Not anymore.” Bash pocketed it.

Denver neutralized Albie’s madness with a throat punch. “You stalked my fucking wife? You demented fuck.”

“ She’s mine .” Anger oozed from the enemy, spittle flying out of his mouth. “She was always - to be mine.”

“Not even in a parallel universe, you sick cunt.” Denver forcefully pulled Albie’s hair, causing his head to jerk back, and confronted him up close. “You’ll never know how good her life is, how fucking happy she is. She’ll be happier still when I go home and tell her I’ve burned your mangy bones to dust.”

There was a spurt of rage in Albie’s eyes, but Denver didn’t give the other man a chance to react. He didn’t toy with his food. Denver snatched the hunting knife from his pocket, and stabbed Albie in the throat repeatedly, before releasing him. He dropped like a sack of bricks, and he was dead before he hit the floor.

Wearing gloves, the pair silently placed the body into the cremation oven.

“Knife,” Bash said and took it from Denver. It would be melted down and disposed with their clothes. Harvey wouldn’t give a damn if one of his men didn’t make it back, but if he was reported missing, the Diablos wouldn’t get into trouble.

“Thanks for being here, brother.”

Suddenly, the room lit up as the tube lights flickered on, and there she was, the funeral director, standing in the doorway. Behind her was Reno.

“I’ll take over.” She informed business-like. Then turned to Denver. “Are you okay?” He nodded. “Go home to Casey. I have it in hand here.”

The pack took less than twenty minutes to drive to the clubhouse, shower, burn the clothes, and then separate to their own homes.

It was dark, but Bash wasn’t worried when he let himself in and traced through Charlotte’s house.

His heart was on fire to see her.

In her bedroom, the one he’d shared with her for weeks, fucking her, making love to her, teaching her every dirty act he knew, and reveling in how she became pliable and loving under his hands, Bash slipped out of his clothes. All that was left to take off was the watch on his wrist and the rings.

Then the lump in the bed suddenly sprang up to a seated position, with his girl holding onto the blankets, her hair in a gorgeous disarray. “Oh, my god, Bash, it’s you.”

“Who else would be in your bedroom?” he twitched a smile.

“I don’t know. Aliens? How did you get in?”

“The usual way.” He casually replied, as she was unaware he had a key made long ago.

“You kicked the door in?”

His woman slept like a corpse but was eerily alert the second her eyes were open. Bash found it adorable. He found everything she did sweet as fuck.

“Drop the sheet, baby.” He ordered, approaching the bed. She had a feminine bedroom, white and pink. It didn’t deserve his filth all over it, but it was about to get it, anyway.

“Oh,” she whispered, catching his drift, and his saucy little woman let the sheet go, pooling around her waist. She only slept naked when she was with him. The nightgown cupped her tits and was like silk in his hands. As he pulled the blankets entirely off her, Bash was already fully erect, and his Charlotte dropped her eyes down and then licked her lips.

He hadn’t tried fucking her mouth yet. He wouldn’t force something she might not like, but it wasn’t her mouth he needed.

And he needed so much right now. He was coming out of his skin.

“I need to fuck my little darling,” he confessed. “Roll over onto your stomach.”

It was the last vestige of niceness he had in him.

When Charlotte gave him her innocent, yet good girl look, and then did what he wanted, her nightgown rode up, revealing her smooth thighs and bare ass.

There was an instant change in Bash.

From man to feral beast.

And then he was all over her, covering Charlotte’s softer body with his weight. His hard cock nestled in her ass crack, and he looked forward to the day he taught her how anal sex would make her howl with pleasure. There wouldn’t be an inch of Charlotte’s body he didn’t own.

“I wanted to be home with you all night.” He rasped, kissing the back of her neck as he snuck a hand between her and the bed, and found her welcoming slit, so warm and getting wetter as he played with her.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yessss.” she said with her face turned to the side.

He never missed a chance to appreciate how incredibly fortunate he was to have her. There were no doubts in his mind that Charlotte was the love of his life.

And as much as he worshipped her, he needed to fuck like he didn’t.

He was filled with endorphins, and there was only one place where he wanted to work them off.

“I smell your arousal, Charlotte. Do you need a good fuck?” his words stroked her ear, while his hand played with her now-drenched pussy. As he put his cock in place, she moaned, bumping him with her ass. Little tease.

He pushed inside even before she answered, “Ben, yes.”

“Ah, fuck. My soaked girl.” It was heaven.

And then Bash realized why. He’d gone in bare for the first time. He nearly saw stars when Charlotte’s grabbing little pussy clasped him as he tried to pull out. And then all rational thought vanished.

He fucked her in her pretty bed with his girl pleading to come. Hard, forceful shoves from his cock. Each time she cried for more, the deeper he became addicted to her sounds.

There was just a pinch of sense left, so Bash didn’t come inside her, not without her knowing about it. But now he wanted that more than he needed his next heartbeat.

His next thrust was hard, and she shot out a hand. He laced their fingers by her head, his mouth on her neck. She was getting tighter with each slam, making him work to get inside her. His girl was close to detonating.

“You don’t know how I want to fuck all my come into you, baby, keep you drenched all night, sleep with my cock buried inside you.”

He went on with his crazy thoughts and shared all the dirty ones with her until she was a total mess of gibberish.

When his Charlotte came, it was screaming his name.

With the devil of pleasure riding his back, Bash gave a last slam of his cock and pulled free, pressing the throbbing head to her ass and spurted out his orgasm. His breaths stuttered until he was done.

“You made a mess on me,” she exhaled into the pillow, and Bash collapsed next to Charlotte, pulling her over his chest. Her ass fucking glistened like frosting, and he grinned like a dirty bastard to see her basted in his seed. His fingers had the urge to gather it up and put it where it should be, deep in her cunt.

The room was silent as Bash kissed Charlotte softly. The moment he entered her house, he had one thought.

To rut his woman until her orgasm shook the bed.

She tasted of sleepy sweetness. He tried to feel an ounce of guilt for waking her, but he couldn’t. Smiling into the darkness, Bash kept her snuggled in his arms, assuming she’d fallen asleep, but she suddenly reared up to her knees and straddled his thighs.

“You’ve had a few minutes’ break, old man. Now I get to be on top.” She whipped the nightgown over her head, and her happy nipples were right there in his face, begging for his tongue.

“My perfect woman.” He praised, and she beamed as she fixed herself in place, grappling with her hands around his growing length. He loved watching her handling him.

“You better believe it.” She went for his mouth. “Now get ready for the ride of your life, my biker boyfriend.” She looked so damn sexy on top of him that his satisfied shaft was throbbing once more. Then it got better when she stood it up and sat on it.

They groaned together when she fought to get all his inches inside. It took a few persuasive circles from her hips, but his girl was no quitter, and she took him down to the root with a pleased grin, so proud of herself.

“Gotcha.” she announced proudly.

She had all of him.

Every inch of his heart was hers.

And then she went to town, screwing him wildly. There was no sight more beautiful than his girl taking all of her lust out on his body. Only after a minute, she grasped his face and looked down between them. Her fingers spanned the base of his dick while she rose and fell on it and then exclaimed. “Oh, shit. No condom, Ben!”

Bash laughed, pulling her down onto him before he smacked her ass. He forcefully kissed her. “Fuck your man now , Charlotte.”

And that’s what she did.