Jagged Pill (Broken Lives Book 3) Page 10

  “That’s weird as shit.”

  “Yeah, even I think it’s weird, and I’m fuckin’ crazy.”

  “I can’t comment, I’m bipolar,” I said, restarting the truck. I pulled away from the kerb, merging with the traffic. “Though, I’m aware of what I’m doin’, I just can’t control myself.”

  “I know. I’ve read up ’bout bipolar people after I found out what you had.”

  I glanced at him. “Why?”

  “I wuz curious, wanted to know if it wuz similar to what I had. It’s not. I have two completely different people living inside of this body,” he said, patting his flat stomach. “While you’re still the same person.” His hand moved to my leg.

  “Take it off!” I snapped.

  He removed his hand. “Why? You fucked me up the arse.”

  “That wuz a oncer, so shut your mouth.”

  “Not unless you put your cock in it, fucker.”

  I threw a glare at him. “Watch what you say to me.”

  He sneered back. “No, you loved what we did, so admit it.”

  “During, not after.”

  “Rafael barging in wuzn’t my fault.”

  “I’m not talkin’ ’bout him.” I took a right turn into the hospital carpark. “I’m talkin’ ’bout your I love you bullshit.”

  His eyes went massive. “It wuzn’t bullshit! I meant it!”

  I pulled on the brake, waiting for a car to back out. “That’s the problem,” I said, turning to face him. I placed my arm on the steering wheel and looked him directly in the eye, giving it to him straight. “I know what you want from me and I can’t give it to you. I can’t love you back, Killer, and you shouldn’t love me either. I’m an arsehole. I proved that by pretending we didn’t fuck. And if I’m put in that position again, I’d do the exact same thing.”

  His jaw clenched. “Cos you don’t wanna be called a fag like you call me?”

  “I’m sorry I called you that, but that’s just me. I call everyone names. Fag this, cunt this. I’m a bigot, a racist, and a real-life sonofabitch, and believe me, my mother wuz the biggest bitch you’re lucky to never have met. And I’m just like her. I do whatever the hell I like and wreak havoc wherever I go, ruining shit all over the place. I can’t even raise my own kids right, and you tell me you love me?” I shook my head. “Nah, you can’t. You just like what you see. It’s lust, not love, like when I fucked you. Purely lust.”

  He sat up straighter. “You lust after me?”

  I grunted, annoyed at his hopeful tone. “Dammit, Killer, don’t try to turn this into sumpthin’ good. I just told you a whole lot of bad shit ’bout me, yet you focus on one word. I wouldn’t have fucked you if there wuz no lust, cos you sure as hell didn’t pay me. But, sweetheart, I don’t do lust that well. Remember, I fuck for money.”

  He smiled. “You called me sweetheart. Not fag. Sweetheart.”

  I swore. “You just hear what you wanna, don’t cha?”

  “You still said it.”

  “It’s not what I’m tryna get across.”

  “You still lust after me, and you think I’m a sweetheart.” He bounced in his seat, looking happy, reinforcing how young he was.

  “And I said I fuck for money, not for lust.”

  “I didn’t pay you, which means you wanted to do me, which also means you’ll fuck me again.” He placed a hand on my crotch.

  I smacked it off. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me or I’ll break your bloody hand.” I gripped onto the steering wheel, willing myself not to hit him in his smug-looking face. I turned the truck into the now empty parking space, not caring that I was taking up two spots.

  Killer leaned towards me, blowing into my ear. “You were hard.”

  I shot him a warning glare, the prick lying to get a reaction. Because I was softer than melted cheese right now, his prodding pissing me off instead of turning me on.

  I opened my door and jumped out of the truck, needing to put space between us. “Get out, I needa lock up,” I said, slamming my door shut.

  Killer climbed out and walked around to my side, all saunter and swagger, those spray-on pants indecent. Thank Christ I’d convinced him to at least wear a singlet long enough to cover his junk, because he’d give kids nightmares and make women come in their knickers with one look at his anaconda. Plus, there was no hiding in the dark, the hospital lights outside turning night into day.

  He reached out to grab my hand.

  I whipped it away from him. “What the fuck, man? I warned you not to touch me.”

  “You won’t hurt me.”

  “I’ve done it before.”

  He went quiet for a moment, then reached for my hand again.

  I whipped it back again and took a threatening step towards him. “Have you got a fuckin’ death wish?!”

  “I just wanna hold your hand.”

  “You ain’t holding anything of mine.” I leaned my face closer, giving him a nasty glare. “Got that?!”

  “Got it.” He moved fast, kissing me on the lips.

  I shoved him away, Killer cackling like a loon. “Da fuck?!” I said, wiping my mouth. “I said not to—”

  “—hold anything of yours, so I kissed you instead.” He cackled again.

  “You’re fuckin’ loco. Get in behind, I defo ain’t walking next to you.”

  Angry, I kicked into gear, stalking towards the hospital, the tall white building having an eerie glow. Footsteps followed me, then Killer shot in front of me, taking the lead. My eyes lowered to the singlet covering his arse, the movement causing it to swing up every so often. The memory of ploughing that fine as fuck piece of meat entered my head uninvited, making my dick twitch.

  A whistle wrenched my gaze up. Killer was grinning over his shoulder, outright revelling in the fact he’d caught me perving. I clenched my right hand, causing my keys to dig into my palm. I considered wiping the grin off his face for all of a second before loosening my grip.

  “Next time you go out with me, put on sumpthin’ that’s not two sizes too small,” I muttered, more annoyed with myself than him. “You look like you’ve just come from a porn convention.”

  He turned to face me, forcing me to take a step back. “I wuz in a porno once.”

  I jerked my head back. “Say what?”

  He grinned wider, his hazel eyes sparkling. “Yeah, they want me back,” he said, practically purring, obviously taking pleasure in my surprise. “Said I wuz hot as fuck in it. Called me a power bottom.”

  I grimaced. “More like an arsehole.”

  “Yeah, one you loved fucking.” He pursed his lips, blowing me a kiss.

  My gaze flicked to a couple of middle-aged women walking past, both of them smiling at us, obviously having heard the loudmouth. “What are you lookin’ at?” I barked.

  The cougars took off, probably shitting their leopard-print G-strings.

  I turned back to Killer. “Say shit like that again and I’ll bust you up.”

  He lifted his chin in a sign of defiance. “Do it, I don’t fuckin’ care.”

  I shook my head at him, wondering whether he was riling me up so I did hit him. Hit him hard enough so he didn’t have to think about his brother. I shook my head again.

  “You’re a bloody hypocrite,” I said.

  His eyebrows pulled together. “Why?”

  “You harp on ’bout me whoring myself, yet you’ve done porn.”

  “I didn’t do it for the money. I did it cos I wanted to get rimmed by the hot as fuck porn star.” He wiggled his tongue at me.

  I screwed my face up. “I don’t wanna hear that!”

  “He did a great job, fucked me real hard too. But not as hard as you, big boy.” He started groaning loudly, pretending he was coming, reminding me of what Meg Ryan had done in a chick flick that my ex-wife had forced me to watch.

  Having heard more than enough, I shouldered past the fucker and headed into the main entrance of the hospital. Killer shadowed me, making me wish his other side would come out, because a
t least Pain would leave me the hell alone.

  Killer followed me into the elevator that led to Jasper’s floor. A woman shifted about nervously as I sidled up next to her, my facial tattoo often getting that reaction. Killer placed a finger on an elevator button as the doors went to close, opening it up again.

  He turned his head to her, shouting, “Boo!”

  She shrieked and took off out of the elevator, Killer’s hyena laugh serenading her. I shook my head, the guy just as much of a prick as I was.

  He pressed the button for the third floor and turned to me as the doors closed behind him. He stepped in closer.

  I shoved him back. “Quit it!”

  “No one can see us in here.”

  “Just back the fuck off.”

  He twisted around and whacked the elevator stop button, making it jerk to a halt.

  “What the fuck are you doin’?” I growled. “Start that back up.”

  “Nah, look what I can do.” He stuck his tongue out, touching his nose with the tip, his tongue freakishly long. “I give great head, got no gag reflex either.” He reached for my belt.

  I smacked his hand away. “Quit it.” I looked up at the ceiling. “They have bloody cameras in ’ere.”

  He grinned. “Then, we’ll give the security guards a fine as fuck porno.” He reached for my belt again.

  I shoved him back and hit the button, jerking the elevator back to life. “Keep your hands to yourself, you fuckin’ nympho.”

  “Nymphos are chicks.”

  “It fits, since you said you’re half chick, not to mention you take it up the arse like a bitch.”

  “And proud of it.”

  He leaned forward, blowing a puff of breath on my face. I clenched my fists, willing myself not to punch his smarmy face in. He smiled and lifted his singlet up, running his hand over the very noticeable bulge in his pants. I could even see the outline of his cockhead, the filthy bastard was half hard.

  Wanting to teach him a lesson, I reached past him and smacked the halt button. He smiled, probably thinking I was going to give in. Instead, I grabbed his cock, giving it a hard squeeze. He yelped and shoved me away, his hand instantly going to his crotch, giving it a rub.

  He winced. “What the fuck? You don’t touch cock like that.”

  “That’s cos the only cock I touch is mine, so the next time you do shit to me, I’ll rip that anaconda off and shove it down your bloody throat. See whether you have a gag reflex after that, bitch.” I leaned towards him, making him shoot to the side. I slammed my hand on the button, jerking the elevator back to life.

  Still massaging his crotch, he gave me a glare. I licked my lips, like he’d done before, giving him a smile to rub it in.

  “Cunt,” he muttered.

  “Nah, but I’d love to get some.” I placed a hand on my own junk and gave it a rub. “Could do with some nice wet pussy.” I made a slurping sound.

  He screwed up his face in disgust. “You—”

  Right at that moment, the elevator doors opened. Not letting him finish, I walked out, smiling at the insults that followed. Yeah, I was a prick, a bastard, though I ignored the anal retentive, wannabe fag insult that followed.

  An older man walking past gave Killer a disapproving look.

  “Stop looking at my cock, you old perv!” Killer shouted at the man, capturing other people’s attention.

  The man spluttered that he hadn’t and took off.

  I chuckled and stopped at the nurses’ station, glancing at Killer as he sidled up next to me. He was still glaring at me. I gave him a self-satisfied smirk and turned to the nurse, laying it on thick.

  “Kia ora, gorgeous,” I said, the nurse anything but. She was a frumpy-looking chick with a mole on her chin and thin lips that couldn’t satisfy a dick no matter how hard she sucked.

  Her mouth dropped open, her eyes going wider than her fat arse. Sometimes I scared chicks with the way I looked, other times I excited them. And right now, the nurse looked like she didn’t know whether to run or come.

  I placed my hands on her desk and leaned forward, giving her a wink. “Cat got your tongue, love?”

  “Yes, no, I...” She cleared her throat, clearly flustered. “How can I help you, sir?”

  “Hmm, I like bein’ called sir, especially in bed.”

  She gaped at me.

  I smiled back. “Chill, love, I’m just playin’ with ya. We’re here to see Jasper Rakete. We’re his uncles.” A lie, because I wasn’t related to the boy, but I still felt like he was my nephew. He called me uncle too, like Dante had called Hemi uncle. Grief reared its ugly head. I forced it back down, not allowing it to get the better of me.

  “Are you on the list?” she asked. I hadn’t seen her before, the nurse from earlier easier on the eye.

  “Yeah, I’m Tane Rata, and this is Painkiller Rakete.”

  Her eyebrows rose at Killer’s name. She turned her attention to him, flinching a second later. I glanced at Killer, finding the jealous queen glaring at her. It was as though he seriously thought the ugly bird had a chance with me... well, she did if she paid for it, which was probably why he was glaring at her.

  I elbowed him. He turned his glare on me.

  I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, Killer? Rein it in, we’re here to see Jasper, so can the jealousy.”

  He grumbled something under his breath and spun on his heel, stalking towards a seat. He plonked his fine arse down on it, getting quite a few stares. A couple of birds were smiling at him, while a teenage girl and her friend flipped their hair at the same time, making me chuckle. They were obviously trying to attract the hot bastard’s attention, but he was too busy giving me the evil eye to notice, and even if he did, he’d probably ignore them.

  I turned back to the nurse, indicating to her computer. “Check for us.”

  She blushed. “Um, sorry, what were your names again?”

  “I’m Tane Rata, while the fag is Painkiller Rakete.”

  Her eyebrows rose at the word fag. I swore in my head, realising just how much I used it.

  “You gonna check?” I asked, the chick still staring at me.

  She cleared her throat again. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry, sir.” Her cheeks went brighter at the word sir. She quickly turned to her computer and started clicking away. Once she’d found what she was after, she turned back to me, giving me what looked like a relieved smile. “You and your friend can go through, Mr. Rata.”

  “Are you relieved to get rid of me?”

  Her smile fell. “No, of course not, sir, I—”

  I cut her off with a raised hand. “You married?”

  “Ah, yes.”

  I smiled. “The next time your husband fucks you, think of me.” I blew her a kiss, sending her jaw plummeting to the floor. “Catcha later, gorgeous.” I winked at her and headed for the room, glancing back as Killer jumped up and followed me.

  He scowled at me. “She wuz ugly as fuck.”

  “And wet, wet, wet for me.”

  “Only cos you made her piss her pants. She wuz scared shitless, not turned on. You can only get biker skanks.”

  I stopped and turned to him. “Is that so?” I said, knowing he was a hundred percent wrong. Some of my clients were middleclass Pākehā chicks, who were bored out of their tree with their boring as fuck desk job husbands, who had no clue how to lick a cunt even if it was covered with whipped cream and had a cherry unpopped.

  “Yeah,” he said, raising his chin.

  “Sounds like a challenge to me.”

  His face dropped. “It wuzn’t!”

  “Yeah, it wuz. You said I can’t get a lily-white housewife to drop her knickers for me.” I smiled. “Looks like I know what I’m doin’ tonight. You wanna watch or do you want me to film it like one of your pornos?”

  “No! You can’t! You hafta look after me.”

  “You’re twenty-one, not twelve, so quit acting like you need a babysitter.”

  I resumed heading for Jasper’s room, my satisfied
smile dropping as I rounded the corner. A towering figure was standing outside Jasper’s room, a figure I knew all too well. I instantly sprang into action, running at Leroy ‘Reaper’ Carter. The Devil’s Crew member was talking to the cop supposedly guarding Jasper. There was no question in my mind he was here to kill the boy.

  I yelled out to the cop, “Don’t let him in!”

  Reaper spun around, his pale blue eyes going to me. He was swathed in leathers, the cut he was wearing belonging to my club, not his. A big grin split his lips, making them look even more ghoulish, the ink on his mouth mimicking teeth. He was covered in a skeleton tattoo, the man as deadly as he looked.

  The cop yelled at me to halt, but I ignored him and rammed into Reaper, shoving him back a few feet. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” I yelled, going at him again.

  Reaper blocked my punch and ploughed a massive fist into my face, knocking me back into Killer.

  Killer clamped his arms around me, hollering, “The cop’s pointing a gun at you!”

  I froze, his words surprising me, since pigs were usually unarmed. My eyes whipped around to the man in question, or I should say boy, because he looked barely out of nappies let alone police college. Worse, his hands were shaking like he had Parkinson’s, but instead of holding a gun, he was clenching onto a baton, Killer having fucking lied. I narrowed my eyes at the copper, chomping at the bit to rip the baton out of his hands and bludgeon Reaper to death.

  I pointed at Reaper. “He’s a Devil’s Crew hitman! And you were ’bout to let him into my nephew’s room!”

  The cop’s startled gaze moved to Reaper, then back to me. “But he’s wearing a Skins’ cut.”

  “Which he pro’bly ripped off the dead body of one of my brothers!” The thought it could be Hemi’s made me pull free from Killer. I took a threatening step towards Reaper. “Take that cut off. Now!”

  Reaper smiled again, this time showing his real teeth. “Why? I thought you might need new members after yesterday.” His smile grew. “Heard a number left your club.”

  “Your club murdered them!”

  Killer grabbed my arm as I went for Reaper again, yanking me back. “Don’t give him what he wants.”