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18 - Lock Down
Sareeoh snap!!!!!!!! HECTOR WHO?? Sorry to leave you hanging but the next update will be Wednesday!
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Flying Death 19 - Sleepover
~Punch’s Point of View~ “Stop! I don’t know anything else,” the male squeals, as I stand back and admire my handiwork. I’m a sick fuck, but something more than pride swells in me when I see the hourglass carved on this bastard’s back, over his pack tattoo. Out of time. I know exactly how deep you can cut someone and where, to get the most pain but always ensure they won’t bleed out. This bastard ain’t getting off that quick. It isn’t at all lost on me that there will most definitely be consequences for taking out a patched member of Viuda Negra. Though we’re pretty confident we can put the blame at the feet of Black Fog’s pack, maybe. “Tsk. Not what I hear Oscar. Word is you were one of the males who did the robbery,” Missile taunts, waving a butcher knife around. “Maybe we need to send a couple fingers to his little girlfriend? You still fucking that little 16 year old pup,” I say, licking my lips. Mick stirs in my mind, the smell of blood too thick in the air. The fear in o
Flying Death 20 - Sick
~Punch’s Point of View~ “He’s not answering my texts, and when I called him it said his number isn't in service. Did… Did he block me,” she sobs, and my gut tightens. Mick practically does a backflip, maybe Hector is doing my job for me. “Hey, hey come on. Don’t cry into your tomato soup and grilled cheese,” I say, chomping on mine. I slipped the older lunch lady a $100 bill at the beginning of the school year and she always gives me two lunches when I actually show up. I’m a growing boy who needs his calories. Her hand visibly shakes when she tries to eat some soup and I grab a napkin to catch the spill. My body only wants to fuck up someone for making her upset, seeing her cry messes with me. It always has. But in this situation, it’s actually the best thing for her. “Hey Haze, what’s wrong,” a female says, sitting down next to her. “Ohh Kylie,” she sobs, wrapping her arms around the girl and bawling into her neck. “Female shit,” I say, trying to look macho and tough. I quickly
Flying Death 21 - Oh, Hello
~Hazel’s Point of View~ I gape in horror as Mags calmly sews a new patch on Travis’ vest while everyone eats breakfast around her. Like it’s just any other day. “Reeve.” Tears instantly pool in my eyes as I cover my mouth and spin to run out of the dining hall. I make it to our room and the floodgates burst, My eyes move on their own to a picture on a shelf. I blink rapidly, trying to focus on it. Travis is standing behind me, it’s about three years ago and we’re at an amusement park. He was trying to convince me to get on a roller coaster but I was terrified. I went though, and he held my hand the entire time. I felt like I could do it, because I had him. My gut sinks thinking about all our sweet moments. All the times he was just what I needed him to be and nothing else. Not this larger than life killing machine. This beast who jumps however high my dad asks him to. I know it's for the good of the pack, of our territory. But that is only a small comfort. After Roddy’s “heart at
Flying Death 22 - The Good Son
~Punch’s Point of View~ *We need to get home, something feels weird, I don’t know what it is, but everything telling me to get home,* Mick says, panting. It’s gonna be damn near sunrise in a couple hours, and we’ve been out here running til our legs burned. Doze is being a dick about letting me go too far from the packhouse, but I don’t want to be at the there because I can’t fuck my adopted sister who is in my bed and hurt because I didn’t get to her in time. I also can’t take my frustrations out about losing Roddy on the piece of shit in our basement who likely is helping to funnel drugs into my territory. So all around, going home does NOT sound appealing. So I’ve been running my wolf for hours, outside of Dozer and Mona’s house. Afraid to go to the place that’s been my haven and sanctuary now for years. Might even just crash here. I also got some news about my fight that I’m not sure how to handle, what to make of it. I don’t like fighting males that I don’t feel are in my lea
Flying Death 23 - Call Him Out
~Hazel’s Point of View~ When the sun comes up and Travis still hasn’t come to bed I give up trying to sleep and go through the motions of getting ready for the day. I shower carefully and put on a heavy blue cable knit sweater and some black sweats with snow boots cause I get the feeling I’m about to go outside. That nice day earlier this week was some kind of sick joke cause now it's back to freezing out. Something tells me Travis in the gym just to avoid me and it makes my blood boil. I was so damn concerned for him last night, I can’t even imagine what he’s feeling. I’m also desperate to know what happened with his mom and I know nobody else is gonna tell me. Since the bee attack, my emotions with him have been all over the place. He constantly does this hot and cold routine. He’ll dote on me, make me feel like the only female in the world with those damn eyes and his touch. When it’s just the two of us together in bed every night there are always a million things I want to say.
Flying Death 24 - Thirsty
~Punch’s Point of View~ “That’s what you’re eating? Where’s the fun,” Hazel asks, as she falls next to me at the table. She’s got a cookie in her hand. I look down at my salmon, chicken and veggies. Mags knows what I need in the days before a fight. I eat like six meals a day, all high protein. I don’t get nervous so I don’t need my gut fucked up by some bad or greasy food. The fight is tomorrow and I’m not risking getting the shits just to enjoy a cheeseburger and fries. Rookies do that shit and I’ve been fighting for years now. “Looks that way,” I say, before shoving in a mouthful. *Be nice asshole,* Mick warns, as I swallow hard. It’s nearly eleven at night, and I’m fucking exhausted. Grouch is hardly in a position to box me, but that doesn’t stop him from standing on the side of the ring and yelling at me like he did this in his hay day. I’m sure at any age one punch from Punch would have knocked him out cold. He always gets like this before I fight cause he always bets a sh
Flying Death 25 - Our Night
~Hazel’s Point of View~ “I locked the door,” I whisper, as his eyes turn to look at it. Like it would matter if someone really wants in. I whimper slightly as Travis ties a gag around my mouth. Hardly how I imagined this going but he has a point. Of course I’ve masturbated before when my parents haven’t been home, almost always thinking about this asshole of a male. I know I can get loud. It's all I can do to relax my body, try not to be so stiff though I’m so tense and desperate for release. If he doesn’t give it to me I just damn well might find someone who will. His dick is sticking up in his boxers but when I reach for it, he moves away. His fingers gently run over my body, completely igniting me. My nipples are rock hard and he certainly takes notice. He makes a show out of sucking on his finger before running it over the top of my clit and then plunging it into me. I lightly moan, loving the feeling of his thick and rough finger. Then his mouth is on my nipple as he plunges
Flying Death 26 - Change Of Plans
~Punch’s Point of View~ “Punch? Are you okay,” Hatch asks, as I stop hitting the bag he’s holding. His little face looks full of concern and the last thing I want is these pups worrying about me. I wipe my face with my forearm and sigh. Yeah, everything's just peachy. I’ve literally never cared much at all about who I fight. But this is all so wrong, bad, fucked up. How’s it also look that Hazel was just dating the very kid at her FATHER’S request that I’m now about to beat into a pulp or worse? Mona loved the kid too, I can’t believe she’s okay with this. *Now’s the time,* Mick says, matter of fact and I have to agree. The clock is ticking. *Doze, you around? Can you come by the gym,* I ask, over mind-link. *Yeah son, lemme wash up, I’m in the garage,* he replies, and I grab a towel to better wipe my face. I give Hatch a pat on the shoulder and thank him for helping me. On fight days I don’t push myself too much, just a light workout to warm up and keep me fluid. I know Mona a
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