Tiny (7 page)

“I’m many things, but I’m not a fucking rapist,” Devil
said. “I’m out of here. I’m done.”

“You can’t just walk away,” Tiny said, holding his
ground. They were all in this together.

Devil moved forward. The scent of alcohol made
Tiny’s
stomach roll. “Tell you what, Tiny, go and see what
they’re doing, and you tell me what you’re going to do.”

Looking back at Mikey, he saw the pain on the older
man’s face. Mikey was only a few years old than he was, but he’d clearly seen
too much crap.

Stumbling across the uneven ground, Tiny went toward
the group. Snitch, the town leader and thug, was pumping away between a woman’s
thighs. What he saw would stay with him forever. Tiny grabbed his gun and
stared at what was going on. The girl on the ground was someone’s daughter or
wife or even girlfriend. She meant something to someone, and they were using
her like a rag doll. He saw the tears mixed with the snot.

Aiming the gun he was prepared to fight. He had to
save the girl from what they were doing to her. Tiny knew what was going to
happen, and it sickened him. They were going to take turns. How long had this
been going on? Where the fuck had he been when this started happening?

“If you pull that trigger we’re all dead,” Devil said,
catching him unaware. The other man and Mikey had snuck up on him.

The gun was taken off him. Tiny didn’t know who by,
only that it was taken from him. The two men led him out from the scene into
the clearing.

He bent over and vomited everything he’d ever eaten.
Fuck, what the hell was the world coming to? His world was awful. There was no
one to protect and everything to destroy. The girl’s pain had been written all
over her face. No one was going to stop them.

“We have to go back and help her,” Tiny said, pleading
with the others.

“There are more than ten men back there. You start
shooting,
you’re going to end up dead, the girl, too.”

“She’s dying anyway,” Mikey said. “There’s nothing we
can do.”

“It’s time I was going. I never liked this place much,
and if I ever touch a woman who doesn’t want it, I want fucking shooting.”
Devil stood up. “If you ever need me contact me.”

Tiny watched the other man leave.

“You can stop this,” Mikey said.

“How?”

“By fighting back.”

Tiny had fought back. He sent Snitch and The Darkness
out of Fort Wills. A lot of men lost their lives when he did. He’d buried them
and hadn’t shed a tear when he’d done it. The following morning he’d gone back
to the place they’d used the girl. Someone had shot her, leaving her to bleed
out. He’d never known her name, but he’d taken the time to bury her and give
her a headstone. She was laid in the Fort Wills cemetery as a constant reminder
of what he couldn’t do and what he was determined to change in the town.

****

Eva placed the final dress
into the suitcase. She had a handful of clothes ready for the couple of days to
go. The purple dress for the baby shower was hung in her wardrobe along with
some jeans and shirts. Everything else was packed, ready for her father to pick
her up on Friday.

She heard the door opening
and closing.

Staring at the cases, she
waited for Tiny to make an appearance in her doorway. She still wore the blue
dress from that morning.

When the door opened she
turned to look at him. Frowning, she saw he looked in pain.

“You’re still leaving?” he
asked.

“Nothing is going to stop me
leaving.”

He was leaning against the
doorframe staring at her. Tiny looked ill as if he was going to vomit at any
moment.

“The Skulls didn’t always
run this town,” he said, stepping into the room. She tensed, waiting for him to
continue. “This place was a fucking shit place to live. The town was shit with
no order. There were no cops. Well, there were cops, but they were fucking
useless, and no one gave a shit.”

“What’s this all about?” she
asked, stepping in front of him.

“There were a lot of
problems with this place. It was run by a small group known as The Darkness, a
group of thugs and fucking criminals. I don’t know why no one ever cared about this
fucking place. We must have slipped out of caring or something.”

Eva knew this place had been
a nightmare. Her father and many of the fighters who worked for him had heard
about this place. The reason she’d chosen to come here trying to get away from
her father was because it would be the last place he’d look to find her.

“What was The Darkness?” she
asked.

He started laughing. “It sounds
like a fucking rock group. It wasn’t.
Far from it.
The
concept was when you met one of
us,
all you’d see is
darkness. You’d be dead.”

She understood the term.
“You were young then?”

“Yeah, I was young, foolish
and a fucking idiot.” He was silent for many minutes. “There is shit you don’t
know about me, and I never want you to learn the truth. I can’t tell you
everything. I will not relive it for you.”

Eva wanted to ask so many
questions. Instead, she sat beside him. Taking his hand, she locked their fingers
together.

“What happened to them?”

“To
who
?”
he asked.

“The
Darkness.
A group like that doesn’t
just disappear.” She knew he would have killed some of them to get Fort Wills
the way it was. Eva also knew that some of the men wouldn’t have left easily.

“Who we didn’t kill left.”

“It’s strange,” she said.

“What’s strange?” he asked.

“A group as powerful as
that, why did they leave and not come back, trying to get what they lost?” She
was thinking out loud.

“A lot of them were killed.
The ones that left would know not to come back. Anyone with sense wouldn’t try
to fight for what they couldn’t win back. They’re gone, and for Fort
Wills’s
sake, they better never come back.”

Getting up from the bed, she
left him alone, heading downstairs. She’d put a small chicken in the oven so
they could pick over the meat for some sandwiches.

“Why did you leave?” he
asked, standing in the kitchen.

“I always leave. You never
say much before it’s time for me to go.” She shrugged. They had a really
difficult relationship. There were times she was sure they were making progress,
and at other times she felt like they were taking a step back. She wasn’t
prepared to give into his demands. They had sex but that didn’t mean a
commitment to her. Tiny had a long way to go before she’d ever consider forever
with him. She didn’t trust him around other women, and he never made a
commitment to her.

“Tonight, can we have
tonight where we don’t talk about the club or what we’ve got to do?” he asked.

She placed the roast chicken
on top of the stove and stared at him. Her pussy was tender from their fucking.
Staring at his graying hair, Eva felt an answering arousal start within her.

“Nothing is going to change
what’s going to happen. On Friday, my father is taking me home.”

“I know.” He stood opposite
her, staring. “I’m asking for tonight.”

He wouldn’t beg. It wasn’t
his style.

“Fine.
We’ve got tonight.” She dealt with the chicken as he
circled the counter. Before she knew what he was doing, his hand was under the
skirt of her dress.

“Good. I want you naked
now.”

Eva placed their chicken
down while Tiny tore the dress from her shoulders. Growling in anger, Eva heard
the fabric tear. “Be patient,” she said.

“No. I don’t give a fuck
about eating.” He moved her to a clean surface and pressed on her back until
her breasts were on the counter. She squeaked from the cold.

The sound of his zipper
opening met her ears. In the next instance his cock found her pussy and thrust
to the hilt. He moaned as she curled her toes to stop herself from making a
noise. He was large, and she’d not been prepared for the penetration.

“I know that hurt you. I’m
sorry, baby. I needed to feel your cunt around my dick.” He stroked her clit.
Within moments she felt herself responding to him. “You’re ready for me now.”

He pulled out of her body
only to slam back inside. There was no give in him. He was a force to be
reckoned with. Holding onto the edge of the counter she cried out as his wet
fingers circled her anus. She’d never had her ass touched, and the sensation
was entirely sensual.

“Is this about Vegas?” she
asked, looking at him over her shoulder. His gaze was smoldering. She felt
scolded just by looking at him.

“No. I don’t give a fuck
about Vegas. This is you and me and what I should have done years ago.” He
slapped her ass, tightened his hands on her hips, and pounded into her in three
quick thrusts.
“Such a pretty ass.”
He slapped her ass
again before she felt his fingers back to her asshole.

Tensing, she looked across
the room, waiting for what he was going to do.

“Open for me, baby. I can
give this to you.” He pressed the tip of his finger to her ass.

She tightened her body not
wanting him inside. Yet, even though she didn’t want him inside she didn’t stop
him either. She felt conflicted inside over what she wanted and what she
didn’t.

His other hand delved
between her thighs, and he started to stroke her clit. Biting her lip, she
struggled underneath him.

“You’re going to open up to
me, baby. You’re mine. I own every inch of you.”

He did, but she was never
going to let him know the truth.

Fighting against him, Eva
knew it was useless. Her body was already opening beneath him.

Relaxing against his hold,
she held her breath. The tip of his finger worked past her muscles. Slowly, he
slid his finger in deep.

“You’re a fucking virgin,
aren’t you, baby?”

Shaking her head, she kept
her eyes closed.

His hand that had been
between her thighs fisted her hair. He tugged on the length forcing her to look
at him at an odd angle.

“Answer me,” he said.

“No, no one has been there.”

“Good. I’m taking that all
for myself.”

Refuse him. Tell him no.

She kept her lips shut and
her words of denial to herself. Tiny could have any part of her, but she would
not give him everything. When she first met him as a young girl she would have
been a fool and offered him everything on a plate. Now, after the time they’d
been together, Eva knew he would only hurt her more. She couldn’t afford to
give him her heart and soul.

He was like the men she’d run
from. Her father’s fighters were of a similar mind, using women for pleasure.

Cutting off the thoughts of
her past she moaned as his finger penetrated her ass, working her over. The
pain and pleasure mixed together catching her unaware. She felt her arousal
flooding her pussy and spreading down her thighs.

“I’ll take my sweet time
taking your ass, Eva.”

No words were necessary as
in the next breath he pulled out of her pussy only to slam back inside. Holding
onto the counter she did her best to stay still. Tiny was not a small man or a
weak man. He possessed a lot of strength behind his thick corded muscles.

“Let me hear your moans. I
want to hear your pleasure, Eva. Give it to me.”

She sank her teeth into her
lip denying him her pleasure.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

With the feel of his palm on
her ass and the sting from his spanks, Eva could no longer keep her sounds to
herself. Releasing her lip she cried out, groaning as his other hand returned
to her clit.

“That’s it, baby. Show me
how much you love my cock. You’re so fucking wet. Your cream is coating my
dick.” He thrust into her in six hard thrusts, stroking her clit.

She splintered apart coming
over him once again.
 

“Good girl. Let’s see how
you take a second finger.”

He touched her ass, wiggling
his finger, stretching her open. The hand between her thighs returned to her
hip. She couldn’t move. The strength he had kept her firmly in place. Tiny
could seriously hurt her, and it wouldn’t take him much to do.
 

The fact his hands caressed
her rather than hurt her made Eva feel better.

“Fuck, your ass is tight.
I’m going to have to work this ass to get what I want.”

Still Eva remained silent.

His second finger opened her
up. The pain confused her even though pleasure struck every sensory nerve she
possessed. Tiny knew what he was doing to her. He was clearly confident in what
her body needed. How was she going to walk away come Friday?