Mercy F*uck (30 page)

Blinking my eyes, I couldn’t figure out why I was staring at the ceiling. Even when Camo’s face appeared, I couldn’t make out what she was saying. But I noticed she had a rifle slung over her shoulder and was wearing a ball cap. As she continued to speak, the blood rushing through my ears prevented me from hearing her, from hearing anything. When she claps her hands, I follow the movement and then there was sound. “He’s out, Axle,” she says slapping my face. “If you’re going to finish him, do it now before the calvary gets here.”

Helping me to sit up, I take in my surroundings but was slow to make sense of it. Shane had Drew in his lap and his face made it clear he was miles away. The kid was well into shock. Gadget was looking her over, touching her gently and leaning against the wall in the kitchen was Whisky who was watching this play out with pain filled eyes.

Getting in my line of sight, Camo grabbed my face and says, “You gonna finish this or am I?”

Absently, I knew I said, “I’ll do it,” but I wasn’t sure if I voiced it or not. I must have because she nodded and said, “Good, then I’ll go sit with Drew.”

“Drew,” I moaned low but could not fucking move. I don’t think I had it in me to
see
. I was so lost, so done.

“Axle,” I hear her voice and closed my eyes praying I never forgot the sound of it. “Axle,” I hear again and opened my eyes to see her being helped up by Gadget and Camo. Her eyes met mine and when she whispers, “I’m okay, honey,” I roared her name before pushing myself up and straddling a barely conscious Willis.

“Today, Axle,” Camo warns yet I didn’t heed it.

“Units are close,” Gadget says still holding Drew gently.

Locking on Shane, I give it a heartbeat before I call his name. When his eyes snap to mine I tell him to, “Turn around.”

Doing as he’s told, he turns and Whisky tells him to, “Keep your eyes on me, kid.”

Grabbing Willis’ gun I press it against his forehead but don’t pull the trigger. Yelling, “Fuck!”, I toss the gun, take his head in both hands and with every ounce of strength I had, I twisted.

Fighting for breath, needing more death, it was Gadget who pulled me away and demanded to let him take care of it.

“Go to your woman,” he orders and that’s when everything came back online.

“Drew,” I whisper urgently and on my hands and knees, I crawl to her. Stealing her from Camo, I wrap myself around her and she does the same. Not even the sound of gunfire made us jump.

Absently, I heard Gadget mutter, “Suicide,” and Camo slowly explaining the situation to Shane. But Drew was alive, in my arms and I refused to think about anything else or let her go.

“I can’t breathe,” she whispers into my neck and easing back I look down at the book in her hand and watch her flip it over. She was clutching a bible. A bible with a bullet hole dead center. Right where her heart would have been.

“That bible saved your life,” I choke out.

“Jesus Christ,” she chuckles. “It
is
powerful.”

Units flooded the house, assessed the threat, took in the scene, and that was the moment Shane started yelling.

“He assaulted Drew!” he announces pointing at Willis. “Then he shot her! He fucking shot her! Then he shot himself!”

Huh, so maybe he wasn’t in shock. But he wasn’t that great of an actor either.

The whole process took an age and I wasn’t surprised that Gadget, Camo, nor Whisky stuck around for it. They made their exit seconds before the cops came in. Drew and I stayed by Shane’s side as his dad was bagged and taken away. We all kept to the same story and hours later when it was all over, I watched Drew stand up and spin in a circle.

“What are you doing?” I ask as she continues to spin.

“Did I shit my pants?” she asks craning her neck. “I feel like I shit my pants.”

It was Shane that laughed as he said, “You didn’t shit your pants, Drew.”

“Like you’d tell me if I did,” she huffs then hugs his neck from behind. “I’m so sorry, Shane.”

“It’s me who’s sorry,” he whispers. “I wasn’t strong enough to do it myself.”

“I don’t know,” she says winking at me. “That was one hell of a fight, kid. It took guts. I’m just sorry you had to do it.”

“At least I can say I fought back even if it was only once.”

“Why don’t we lock up and head home?” I suggest and when the kid closes his eyes, I assure him, “This plan includes you, kid. You’re coming with us. Unless you want to stay here?”

Shaking his head, he chokes out, “No, I want to go with you guys.”

Kissing his cheek, Drew smiles and says, “Good answer.”

Well into the night I had Drew on my lap, Shane in the chair across from us, and he had finally fallen asleep. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls me in for a kiss and asks, “Can we keep him?”

“He’s an adult, Drew,” I smile down at her. “It’s up to him.” Pulling her even closer, I look from her to Shane and whisper, “But I hope we can.”

“Can I stay on the new boat?” Shane asks cracking one eye open. The smirk on is face said it all. He was staying a while.

“No,” Drew snorts. “But I will let you clean it.”

We all had a laugh but the mood was still heavy. There was shit that still needed to be said and done. However, we had time, it didn’t have to be tonight. Standing up, Shane heads toward the kitchen and asks us, “You guys want a beer?”

We nod in agreement and watch him turn away. “I need a minute,” Drew says sitting up and following the kid.

Giving them their moment, I didn’t plan to interfere until I heard Shane cry out. Rounding the corner, I see Drew wrapped around the kid in an effort to keep him together. Clutching her tight, he can’t seem to get close enough.

“You saved me,” he cries into her hair and it was an effort not to let a tear fall. Silently giving my support, I pull them both to me to keep them safe. Grabbing my arm, Shane locks eyes with me and says, “You saved me too.”

I won’t even bullshit.

The three of us spent the next hour crying in the God damn kitchen and it felt right.

“You’ll do as you’re told,” he managed with a straight face.

“Do you like your nuts?” I countered. “Because if you do, you’ll want to rephrase that.”

“Fine,” he grunted. “You can play with my ass first as long as I get yours after.”

“Oh boo-boo,” I fake pouted. “As if you’ll be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

“Be gentle?”

“Maybe?”

Axle and I were mid argument about the benefits of premarital sex when Carrie walked in with Tiny on her heels.

Not caring that we had an audience, I point at Axle and demand to know, “Why is it always about your cock?”

Cupping his junk, he smirks and says, “Because it is. He loves you, Drew.”

“I know Axle,” I say sticking out a hip. “He told me twice this morning!”

“I love you too,” he grins while staring at my tits.

“We can be in love and not be married,” I reason because hello, it’s 2016.

“My cock and I want it legal,” he insists adorably. “A bible saved your life and we agree that means something.”

“Quit speaking for your balls, Axle!”

“We won’t take no for an answer,” he says crossing his arms over his chest. “If you can’t agree with us, I’m afraid we’ll have to cut you off.”

For the last few weeks every discussion leads to marriage and though I was a sure thing, I was still playing hard to get because his arrogance pissed me off. Withholding sex was a new tactic though, one I didn’t like.

“I don’t need a label; I just need you.”

“And my cock,” he says adjusting himself.

“Yes and your cock too, duh. You’re a package deal. A big package,” I mutter trying not to stare and failing.

I’d forgotten we had company until Carrie announces, “Tiny’s dick swings down to his thigh.”

Fighting a gag, Axle goes mute and Tiny shrugs in a way that said,
What? It’s true
.

“You just said that,” I manage to choke the words. “Out loud.” And fuck me, my eyes were now on Tiny’s crotch.

“I’m a lucky girl,” she chirps while also staring at his crotch.

“You have no concept as to what over sharing means do you?”

“Of course I do,” she waves me off. “I could have said, Tiny’s dick swings down to his thigh at rest but when he’s hard it reaches his knee cap. But I didn’t because that would constitute over sharing.”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Axle groans covering his mouth.

As for me, I was still staring waiting for his dick to peek out the bottom of his jeans like a jungle vine. “His knee cap, really?”

“Why are you two here?” Axle interrupts giving me a shove to break my stare. “Eyes on my vine, Drew.”

“Sorry,” I mumble, not sorry at all.

“I found my bridesmaid dress,” Carrie announces and my eyes went wide.

Seeing an opportunity, Axle gangs up on me and says, “Carrie found her bridesmaid dress, Drew. She’s being very proactive about this, don’t you think?”

“Not really,” Carrie defends and I was giving her the
shut the fuck up
look but she ignored me. “I only went and got mine after Drew sent me a picture of hers.”

Fuck. Busted.

“The hell you say,” he grins down at me. “Something you want to tell me, Drew?”

“Only that it was on sale so I bought it in case one of my sisters needed it.”

“But you said – ” Carrie tries and I level her with a look and growl, “It was a secret, asshole.”

“Oops,” she says backing away. “Maybe we should go…”

No sooner did they clear the door, Axle had me pinned against the wall. “You want to marry me,” he says licking my neck. “Admit it.”

“Fine,” I groan. “I want to marry you.”

“Put the dress on for me,” he moans grinding into me.

“Why?”

“So I can fuck you in it.”

I squealed and bolted for the steps with Axle picking me up by my ass so I’d move faster. I had that dress out the bag and sliding over my body in under a minute. But it only took him seconds to get underneath it. When his tongue swept over my clit, I sighed in pleasure, “I think I’m going to like marriage.”

Inserting a finger inside of me, Axle growls, sinking his teeth into my thigh before licking the sting away. Blowing on my pussy, he declares, “I can’t fucking wait to call you my wife.”

“You can call me wife now, just don’t stop!”

Thank God he took orders well.

“When it happens,” I began. “And it will happen,” I needed to mention. “I was hoping you’d be my best man.”

Giving me a grin followed by a man hug, Shane simply said, “It would be an honor, Axle.”

The best part was of this was hearing Drew sniffling from the kitchen. The woman had more feelings than most and did a shit job of hiding them. Swear to God, she’s the only one who thought she was good at it.