Page 80 of Southpaw Slots

“I’m the vessel,” I groan as I give her my cum and the politician’s hips thrust his cock deeper inside me. The pain replaced with pleasure finally.

Amalthea’s dark eyes hold mine as I gasp for breaths against her neck. “I felt it leave your body, son of Barrington. Good boy.”

My soul is filled with the lightness of barrenness.

“Leave everything that just happened inside you as it will be with Amalthea,” the politician instructs as I gather my clothes. “Go and do your duty. We’ll be in touch for the marriage ceremony.”

Amalthea slides her cloak back to the way it was and replaces her mask. The Johns stand against the walls until I leave and head back to my bike.

Nothing.

I feel absolutely nothing.

I take a deep breath of the warm mist in the summer night’s air, rounding the corner of the dumpster to get my bike, but it’s gone. Turning to face one end of the alley, I see three large men walking toward me, too dark to make out who they are.

Twisting my neck to the other end, two more stroll from that direction. When my muscles jump to a sprint, theirs do as well, the men easily overtaking me. Arms surround my body tightly as a pile of bodies climbs on my back. A puncture of pain hits the side of my neck before all I know is darkness.

TWENTY-THREE

ASA

Finally, splashing cold water on his face does the trick. Jinx is ready to burn a hole through his skin. Despite that Wyatt’s now conscious, I think he’s still itching to.

“Wakey, wakey, wild card,” I say as his head rolls back and forth until those narrow green eyes focus on my face.

Glancing around the room, he takes in all of us. The wolf pack stands as a unit, each displaying their weapon of choice. Cass slaps a heavy rusted wrench in one hand. Hoss pulls out a pair of pliers from his back pocket. Dave flashes a knife, so it captures a glint of the fluorescent light in the dim basement, and Jinx lights his cigarette with a blowtorch.

I slide the brass knuckles over my fingers and grip Wyatt’s shirt, then shove my nose into his. “I need some explanations and you’re gonna give them to me.” Despite the crushing feeling in my chest at his betrayaland lies, my cock thumps once from being this close to him. It makes me want to hit him harder. Instead, I stand up between his spread thighs. “What’s your purpose, Barrington? What were you using me for?”

The chains around his arms and legs rattle as he tries to straighten in his chair. He lifts his chin to meet my face with an expression of consternation, his lips forming a solid line. He’s not going to speak.

“Answer the question,” Cass says with a resounding bass to his voice.

Wyatt stares at the door near the back of the room, his eyes taking on a vacant look, and he seems to shut down. The pack looks at me until I find Hoss’s eager expression and nod once. His smile grows broad as he dips behind Wyatt and grabs a finger with his tool, then twists. Wyatt squeezes his eyes shut and tries to contain his scream, but then lets it fly. His chest lunges forward to move away from the pain, but it doesn’t work. Hoss holds on for dear life, then crushes the bones within the little skin he has left around his ring finger.

Some sympathy hits me for his condition, but mainly, I’m angry that he hurt the love of my life. “That was for Arianna. For betraying her, telling her you were going to marry her. Saying you wanted afamilywith her.”

His sobbing wails quiet as he closes his eyes and sits up, slowing his chest rise with a few deep breaths.

“So, what was your purpose, Barrington? Why?”The pack grins when he doesn’t answer, each dying to get a piece of him. But I need to know something for myself before I turn him over to the wolves. Pressing the brass knuckles under his chin, I lift his face and he opens his eyes, ones that hold all the pain in the world. I try to force back all the love I had for the man I knew, swallowing it down. “Was it all a lie?” I don’t even want to say what in front of everyone else, but Wyatt gets my meaning.

Parting his lips, he gives me a serious stare, unshaken and unmovable. “Yes.”

My heart crumbles like the little shards of his hand. Something in his expression, though, makes me wonder if he’s even telling the truth. But I don’t know if it’s just hope and delusion wanting to hang on. Whispering, I ask directly, “Did you love me?”

He maintains eye contact, but licks his bottom lip, then closes his lids so I can’t seehim.

I shuffle back a few paces and nod at the eager Dave, who steps in front of him and slices off his T-shirt. Cass throws his arm over my shoulder and leans closer to me. “Come here, boss.”

When he leads me from the room, I take my thumb and wipe away a tear that escaped the corner of my eye. Arianna stands just outside the door. Cass closes it behind us and pulls my shoulders, so I face him.

“You should get some rest. Let us handle this. If he breaks, I’ll find you.” My wife snuggles up to me and wraps her arm around my waist. Cass nods at her andsays, “Ari, best you not go in there. You two should just go upstairs. I’ll get you if something changes.”

I pull him closer for a hug and say, “Thanks, man. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course, boss. You’re my boy. And…I’m sorry for everything. For not being there for you when you needed me. I’m not going anywhere, Ace. You know that.”

With a nod, I try to clamp down on some tears that heat my eyes. Loyalty is hard to beat and, despite everything, despite the arguments and the fights, my pack came through and stuck by me. And now, it seems, they want to take care of this for me.