Violent Angel (Pretty Broken Things #1)

18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

T heir first date wasn’t at a secluded cabin in the wilderness.

It was a bank heist.

Somehow fitting, since this was the very thing that set Damon on the track to meeting Elliot in the first place. Dressed in borrowed Nexus tactical gear—fuck, the getup made his dick hard, whenever he glanced at his little python—Damon took the lead into the New Jersey bank, holding up his machine gun, and blasted out the lights.

Panic erupted, screaming, crying, people hitting the floor as if the bullets had struck every one of them. His throat closed up when his gaze landed on a woman, crouched behind a stroller, cradling a baby to her chest and sobbing.

This was what had happened while he’d waited outside in the car last time. The straightforward scenario he’d pictured didn’t include actual people, fearing for their lives. Someone had gotten killed during the other heist, but he figured the guard came out shooting.

Didn’t justify him dying, or the trauma caused to everyone else in that bank…

Still, Damon had played it out like a movie in his head and expected things to go down much cleaner, now that he was the one inside. The assholes he’d ran with hadn’t given a fuck if innocent bystanders got hurt, but he did.

You’re no better than they were.

To all these people…you’re the exact same kind of threat.

By his side, Elliot glanced over expectedly. Concern shadowed his eyes at Damon’s silence, and he nodded once before speaking loud and clear. “No one fucking move! You.” He caught the eye of the closest teller. “Start filling a bag.”

The man nodded quickly and moved away from his window.

Elliot’s phone buzzed and he took it out, holding it to his ear. “Yes. We’re ready… Seriously? Fuck, fine. Give me two minutes.” He ended the call and shifted closer to Damon, speaking under his breath. “The guard is getting paid off to stay out of the way, but he had one condition. He doesn’t want to lose his job if they get suspicious.”

“Okay…” Damon frowned. “So what do they expect us to do?”

“Knock him out.” Elliot’s gaze searched the space on either side of the front doors, blue and red lights already flashing through the glass as the cops took their positions on the street. His eyes zeroed in on the cowering guard. “I’ll do it.”

Damon shook his head. “No, you stay here. I need to do something other than stand here and feel like a fucking monster.”

“Babe, you’re not—”

“Don’t. Please don’t.” Damon inhaled roughly, crossing over to the guard and dragging him to his feet. He raised his voice so all the witnesses would have something to tell whoever investigated what’d gone down here. “Give me the keys to the vault.”

Trembling, tears and snot glistening on his face, the guard who looked about Elliot’s age shook his head. “They don’t give me those. I’m sorry, I can’t—”

Fist connecting with the guard’s jaw, Damon knocked him out cold. Fuck, the guy was a good actor.

Either that or he had the wrong guard…

A window smashed in and a small canister rolled across the floor, filling the bank with smoke. Storming in, the SWAT team surrounded Damon and Elliot.

“Drop your weapons!”

“Face on the fucking ground!”

“Don’t you dare move, motherfucker. I will end you.”

Okay, this part is a bit more like the movies.

I wonder if these cops all watched the same one.

Dropping his weapon and kicking it away, Damon lowered himself to the floor, catching Elliot’s gaze under the gathering smoke. He smiled a bit when he saw his own relief reflected in his man’s eyes. Elliot might perform well under pressure, but that didn’t mean it didn’t fuck with him to terrify the very people he worked so hard to protect.

Unlike the men wearing those badges, Elliot would never come across as the hero to the general public. But it was obvious he wasn’t looking for medals, or praise, or even acknowledgment.

What drove him was taking out the truly evil fuckers, no matter what it cost him.

And that makes him a hero to me.

The next forty-eight hours passed in a blur, Nexus working behind the scenes to get them through the system as quickly as possible and put them where they needed to be. Considering how many got railroaded by this same system, thrown behind bars for months, if not years, it shouldn’t have been a surprise with an open and shut case like this. But his trial had taken a lot longer, even after he’d plead guilty.

He had no idea how many of the people they encountered belonged to Nexus, but the prison guards were…strangely pleasant. Almost as though every single one knew what was going on.

Which Elliot cleared up once they were locked in their cell together. Sitting on the bottom bunk, he patted the spot beside him, then took Damon’s hand. “I can tell you’re confused. This won’t feel anything like when you were in prison last time. To keep us safe, Gerard makes sure the guards who aren’t under Nexus payroll believe we’re undercover. It gives us more freedom of movement and none of them will look the other way if any other prisoners come after us.”

“Oh…” Damon huffed out a laugh as all the pieces fell into place. “That makes sense. If it was anything like what I experienced, I can’t see Parker doing it more than once. I kept my head down and did my time because I deserved it, but Parker…and you —”

“Have broken enough laws that we probably do, too, but Nexus sweeps a lot of it under the rug. Don’t for one second believe I’m better than you, Damon.” Elliot grabbed his hand between both of his and lifted it to kiss his knuckles. “You have the same advantage I do now, and the same purpose. I know the whole thing at the bank messed with you, but no one got hurt. And taking this guy out means saving a lot of lives.”

Damon nodded slowly. “I know. Logically, I believe the ends justify the means. I have no problem applying it to you. But it’ll take me a while to see myself in the same light. I was just a driver then, which only meant not being in the heat of things when shit went sideways. I’m just a driver now, but I need…I need to know I’m not gonna screw things up for you. I overestimated my importance.”

“Like fuck you did.” Elliot shoved him back, climbing over him to straddle his lap and stare down at him. “I don’t usually take these kinds of assignments because I have to give up too much control. Yes, there’s safety measures in place, but I’m still locked in a dirty cell, waiting to make my next move. If I was alone…” He closed his eyes and shuddered. “I’m not Parker. He’s bigger than I am and he knows how to handle the guys here. I’ve heard enough stories from him to manage, but one wrong step and—”

A growl tore out from deep in Damon’s throat. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Which is exactly why I’m not freaking out.”

“Or demanding a bucket of water and a bunch of cleaners to scrub down this cell?” Damon made a face as he took a deep sniff of the stale air, the smell of piss and something rotting making him gag. “Not that I’d object if you wanted to. If it’s one of our privileges, I’m more than willing to help.”

Snickering, Elliot leaned in for a kiss. “I think the other prisoners would notice if the guards started carting up cleaning supplies. But you smell good, so I’m just gonna stick close and block out everything else.”

“I smell like sweat and gunpowder.” Damon brushed his thumb over Elliot’s bottom lip, smiling a little at how his man was taking everything in stride. He might crash when they got back home and he wasn’t in his razor-focused mission headspace anymore, but Damon would help him get through it. Just like Elliot was helping him get through this. “But I guess that’s better than the alternative.”

Heavy booted footsteps hit the stairs leading up to their second-level cell, and Damon looked over as a guard stopped and rapped his club against the bars. “Against the wall, inmates.”

Hopping up, Elliot retreated to the far wall, mouthing ‘relax’ when Damon hesitated. He squeezed Damon’s fingers when he took his place beside him and the guard came into the cell.

Tall and broad shouldered, with a head of thick, white hair, the prison guard strode across the room with a cruel twist to his lips. He held up a bag, his attention on Elliot. “Special delivery, princess. Is there anything else I can do for you? Schedule a fucking spa day?”

Elliot cocked his head. “Officer Ines?”

“Yes.”

“Parker told me about you. Should I tell him you said ‘hi’?” Completely unfazed by the guard’s attitude, Elliot took the bag. “We won’t need anything more than he usually does. Unless…?”

Ines sighed and rolled his eyes. “I fucking knew it. What?”

“Could we take a shower?” Elliot left the bag on the bottom bunk and closed the distance between himself and Ines, walking his fingers up the man’s chest. “Only if it’s not any trouble. I’m so so dirty and I need my man to take care of me. You…wouldn’t want to watch, would you? For safety reasons, of course.”

Licking his lips, Ines looked Elliot over, his anger morphing to lust in the blink of an eye. “Yeah? I could arrange that. I’ve always watched out for Nexus’ boys. Protecting Parker was…my absolute pleasure.”

“Mhm, I know.” Elliot smiled sweetly at Ines as he toyed with the top button of his uniform shirt. “I’m not him, but…it doesn’t have to be any different, does it?”

“No. No, it doesn’t.” Ines adjusted himself in his pants. “There’s soap, shampoo, and vaseline in the bag. Grab it and follow me.”

Brow raised, Damon leaned in as Elliot gathered the supplies, whispering in his ear. “Are we seriously going to…perform for this guy?”

“You promised me hot prison sex.” Elliot’s eyes shone with amusement as he straightened, speaking quietly enough that only Damon could hear him as Ines left the cell and waited for them on the narrow metal walkway. “And you wanted a shower. Him watching will make life easier for us. He was grumpy because he thought he wouldn’t get his private show, poor guy.”

Breathing out a laugh, Damon stared at his little python. “‘Poor guy’? He’s abusing his position.”

“And we’re using his kink to get what we need.” Elliot’s brow furrowed slightly. “I don’t mind handling this on my own if it makes you uncomfortable. Parker said he never touches, he just jerks off. It’s no big deal.”

As far as Damon was concerned, it was a very big deal, but like fuck was he leaving Elliot alone with the perv. If he was on the payroll and still expected those special 'perks'? Nexus obviously had no real control over him.

He's got all the power here and he knows it.

Which made him even more dangerous than the target.

Elliot's blind faith in the safety nets Nexus had in place was the only thing keeping him going, so Damon wasn't about to point out where all the ropes were old and frayed. His best bet was to stay within arms reach.

And catch his man when they eventually gave out.

Fingers hooked to the waistband of Elliot’s gray, prison issue pants, he jutted his chin toward the open door of the cell.

“I’m good. Let’s go.”

This block of the prison was strangely quiet, without any of the shouting or catcalls Damon had experienced his first days in lockup back in LA. Everyone was locked down for the night, with only the security lights on—bright enough to disturb sleep and for each prisoner to be seen, but not enough to read under—so maybe most of them were dead to the world.

Or just not that interested in the new guy.

Yeah…keep fucking dreaming.

At the bottom of the stairs, Ines walked them down a short, cement-walled corridor, nodding to several other guards as they passed. He pushed open two swinging doors at the end of the corridor, holding one open for Elliot and Damon to pass.

“Last stall. I’ll stand over there.” Ines nodded toward the far corner. “You won’t be disturbed.”

Damon was already disturbed by this whole thing, but he wouldn’t say that out loud. Following Elliot, he went to the stall, forcing a smile when his man glanced back at him while turning the shower on full blast.

Spinning around, fingers hooked to the bottom of his shirt, Elliot pulled it off in a smooth motion and dropped it to the floor. His pants followed and he knelt naked on the shirt in front of Damon, his gaze searching as he toyed with the waistband of Damon’s pants. “Forget he’s there. You’ve got my mouth, right here, ready for you to use. And I want you to use it, Damon…so fucking much.”

There was no resisting his little python when he aimed all the power of his seduction in Damon’s direction. Freeing his swelling dick, Damon fisted the base, his other hand in Elliot’s wet hair as he guided himself past those pretty, pouty lips.

Behind him, he heard Ines spit, followed by a grunt and a familiar, wet stroking sound. Impossible to block out completely, but fuck it, if the man got off on watching?

Damon would give him one hell of a goddamn show. At least he and Elliot had something of a choice. Nexus would protect them from any backlash if they refused to play along—he hoped.

Real prisoners wouldn’t be so lucky.

Holding Elliot still, Damon slid all the way into his hot mouth, his blood pumping fast as his erection hardened completely. The skilled sweep of Elliot’s tongue urged him on, driving him mindless with pleasure as he lengthened his thrusts, hitting the back of Elliot’s throat. His man was always selfless when it came to sex, but his training had conditioned him to focus on the mark’s fantasies and how they could be used against him.

When Damon was with Elliot, he never wanted him going with what he’d been taught. He needed his man fully present, with him , and just as caught up in the moment.

God, Elliot swallowing around him was going to set him off, much too soon.

This wasn’t about the show for Ines alone, it was giving Elliot another hot memory to replace all the sordid ones he’d had. Anything too gentle would be overpowered by the violence of every other encounter…

But Damon didn’t have to be gentle.

Dragging Elliot to his feet, he slammed him against the tiled wall, kicking his feet apart as he fetched the vaseline. “You wanted ‘hot prison sex’ didn’t you?”

“Yes…” Elliot hissed in a breath as Damon pinned him in place with his forearm. “Oh, fuck, Damon. This…this is exactly—”

Vaseline slicking up his fingers, Damon pressed two into Elliot without warning, smiling when his man writhed and jerked against the sudden intrusion. “Exactly what you wanted, you little fucking whore? You’d take any dick you could get, wouldn’t you? If it got you your own way, you let them line up to fuck this hole until you were filled up with cum. Until you were dripping with it nonstop.”

Elliot trembled, his ass gripping Damon’s fingers tight, and for a second, Damon wondered if he’d gone too far. But then his man ground back against him. “Don’t stop. You talking like that is fucking turning me on. I want…I want to play this out like it’s real. But I know you. Unless I tell you, you’ll worry. So don’t. Let me be your whore.”

Smiling with relief, Damon kissed the back of Elliot’s shoulder. “You’re right, but now that you’ve given me the green light…?” He drove his fingers in a few times, twisting them to spread the Vaseline. “You’re so fucking tight, my little cum-slut. Maybe your reputation is a lie. Were you hoping someone would claim you so you wouldn’t have to show anyone the truth? Do we have us a virgin here?”

The breathless laugh that escaped Elliot was drowned out between the spray of the shower and Ines beating his dick while moaning louder. Apparently, the guard was a fan of their role-playing.

“Yes…yes, I’ve…I’ve never done this before.” Easing into his role, Elliot sounded almost convincing. “Please…please, be gentle with me.”

Damon licked the side of Elliot’s neck and withdrew his finger. Positioned his dick. And smirked as he slammed in hard. “No.”

Fingers digging into Elliot’s hips, Damon pounded his ass, filling the showers with the slap of skin on skin and his man’s jerky cries. Now and then he slowed a little, letting Elliot slam back as a signal that he still wanted this. That he wasn’t really hurting.

But, damn, he put on an Emmy-worthy performance. “Stop…stop, I can’t…” He sobbed, his whole body shaking with it. “It’s too much.”

“I’ll show you ‘too much’.” Damon pulled out, then slid back in, using two fingers along with his dick to stretch Elliot even more. “If you keep whining, I’m going to give you my whole fist. Then you’ll really be ready for how your life’s gonna be here.”

Elliot sputtered as he turned his face abruptly, his eyes shining with amusement. “Have you ever done that before? I might let you, but…not like this.”

“Hey!” Ines’ stroking stopped. “You’re ruining it.”

“Sorry.” Elliot kissed Damon over his shoulder, his wet lips hot as they slipped against Damon’s before he returned to his position, hands braced against the wall. “Don’t let anyone else have me. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me if you keep me to yourself.”

Damon rocked into Elliot, fucking his fingers in with each merciless slam of his dick. “Fuck, yes. If you stay ready for me to take you whenever I want? You’re mine. I’ll cover you with my cum so everyone knows.”

“Yes…yes please. So long as you stop hurting me.”

“Oh, baby, that’s one thing I won’t do.” Damon brought his free hand to Elliot’s hair, gripping the purple strands as he jerked his head back. The move had Elliot clenching down on him and moaning between each fake sob. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk right. I’m going to leave you dripping and slick so I can bend you over anywhere. And you better never wash my cum away, or I’ll fuck you dry and start all over again.”

“God… god …” Elliot moved one hand and started to lower it to his dick, but Damon pulled his fingers from his man’s ass and used that hand to restrain him instead. “I’m going to come. I need—”

“Good whores come with just a dick in their tight little asses.” Damon pistoned in and out, hitting Elliot’s prostate over and over. He was so fucking close, but he wouldn’t let himself go over the edge until he got his man there. “Give it to me. Show me how much you want me to own you and come for me, pretty boy. I need to hear you scream.”

Head thrown back, Elliot let out a sharp cry, his hold on Damon like a spasming fist. Slapping his hand over his man’s mouth when Ines let out a strangled ‘Shut him up!’, he held him tight and drove in one last time.

The prison disappeared as Damon was dragged into an earth shattering climax, the ground caving in and burying him in the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. Every muscle tensed, he had to fight not to crush Elliot in his hold, kissing his neck, his shoulder, sucking and licking to remind himself his man was still there.

Solid and beautiful and practically boneless in his arms.

A lukewarm spray hit Damon in the face, drawing him out of the drugging pleasure of his man’s body as the water cooled. He quickly abandoned his soaked clothes, hearing Ines leave as he washed Elliot from head to toe.

Slowly becoming more alert as Damon rinsed him off, Elliot blinked at him. His dark lashes clinging together and his swollen lips made him even more gorgeous than usual. “That was… Wow .”

“I will accept ‘Wow’ as a compliment.” Damon checked that Elliot could stand on his own two feet before moving under the now icy spray to wash himself. When he was done, Ines had returned, holding out towels and fresh uniforms. “Thanks, boss.”

Ines nodded, all professional now that he’d gotten his rocks off. “Make it quick, inmate. If you’re here long enough, I might arrange another shower for you both in a couple of nights.” The professionalism slipped as he watched Elliot dress. “But if I’m going to keep bending the rules for you, I’m going to need to be properly motivated. This little slut has such a pretty mouth.”

Swinging around, Damon grabbed Ines by the throat, hauling him up against the closest wall. “What the fuck did you just call him?”

“Damon, don’t!” Elliot grabbed his arm and tugged. “Let him go, you can’t—”

Whatever Elliot had been about to warn him cut off as Ines shouted and five guards burst into the showers. They must’ve been close, waiting for any signal, because they were on Damon in seconds.

Elliot shouted at them, but Damon didn’t hear what he said this time.

A club cracked him in the side of the head, knocking him to the tiled floor.

Right before the world turned black.