Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(84)

He shakes his head, moving slightly, but not enough for a clear shot. “She did. She was always mine, until you came along and distracted her.”

I need him angry, his attention needs to be more focused on me than Bree. “I didn’t distract her. I fucked her.” I smirk at him.

“Jax, honey, I don’t think now’s the time,” Bree calls outs, her voice calmer than I expected.

“She was a good girl until you came along!” Jeff shuffles and almost loses his grip on her. This will work, it has to.

“What are you most mad at man? That I beat you to that sweet pussy, or that you’re not man enough to claim what you want?” I taunt him again.

“Jax, I think it’s a good time to tell you that if we survive this, I’m going to kill you,” Bree stresses the word kill at me. We get through this together and alive, she can do anything she wants to me.

I cock my head to the side with a grin. “It’s a serious question, right Greg? Which is it?”

“My name is Jeff!” he screams at me.

“So, answer the question, Jeff.” Just a little bit more, and I know he will take the bait.

“Bree was a good girl. A re-real man respects that, he…he nourishes it,” he stutters, revealing that I’m getting to him with my words.

“A woman like that? Jeff I got to tell you, a real man sinks his dick so deep in that sweet pussy that he ruins her for other men. That’s what I did.”

“Stop it! Stop it!” He’s losing it, he’ll forget Bree and come straight for me.

“She’ll tell you. Ask her if you don’t believe me. She’ll tell you I ruined her for any other man. Whatever you got planned in that fucking head of yours is already over. She’s not going to go from a real man to a boy who couldn’t even close the deal.”

“I’ll kill you!”

“I bet you had to go home and nut yourself every day didn’t you Jeff?”

“Stop it! Shut up!” he yells, starting to turn his gun my way, but not completely. I need Bree in the clear.

“You hear that baby? Ole’ Jeff here was home spanking the monkey while you were begging for more.” I grab my crotch and shake my dick to drive my point home.

“Jax—” Bree’s eyes are wide as she says my name.

“Jeff? You want to know something about her? Bree, fuck man, she loves cock.” I laugh.

“I really am going to kill you,” Bree says her voice still filled with tears, but she doesn’t sound as terrified as she did before.

“She begs me for it. Every fucking night man. She begs for more. She can’t get enough, and when she sucks my cock? Jesus Christ, she takes it—”

“You’re lying!” he screams and then turns the gun fully on me. I hear Bree crying, and watch as Keys jumps up, pushing her to the ground, and shielding her with his body. I’m staring at the barrel of a gun, and I expect it to go off any minute. It’s happening all at once, but somehow it seems like slow motion. I dive to the ground to give Pops a clear shot. I figure I’m probably going to die, but so will Jeff. All that really matters is that Bree will be safe.

In the next second, gunfire rings out. I have my head down, my eyes trained on Bree and Keys. He’s lying over top of her, his body lifted up enough so that he can point his gun and he’s shooting at Jeff. I hear Pops behind me, and I know he’s shooting. I thank my maker that Keys and Bree are down on the ground, or fuck this would be bad, because I doubt Pops is being logical at all right now. That’s his granddaughter, and he’ll kill anyone who gets in his way. As I’m watching the mayhem, my eyes flash back to the first time I saw sweet Bree, God she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. If this is the last breath I ever take, at least it’s with her in my eyes.

The pain I’m waiting for doesn’t come, I watch Jeff jerk with each shot he takes. He falls to his knees, then he smacks the concrete, head first. His life gone.

Jesus. I let out the breath I was holding.

“You, asshole! I can’t believe you did that! I thought you were going to die! You were so stupid!” Bree cries. I’ve barely pulled myself up before my woman comes at me, throwing herself on me, so that we fall back on the ground. Her little hands are pummeling my chest, and she’s sobbing. Her words are slurred from the tears and the way her breathing is coming out in gasps.

I let her beat on me for a few minutes, then I wrap my arms around her tight. That’s all it takes for her to completely breakdown. She collapses against me, and I just keep holding her, letting my hand stroke against her hair trying to calm her down the best I can, loving that she’s back in my arms, safe.