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  “It’s not.”

  “Then, what is it?!”

  “I-I don’t know. Penny said it would make him feel better.”

  “Drugs almost ruined him! He lost his family cos of them and you’re filling him with more?”

  “He was in a depression. I had to do something.”

  “With meds, not fuckin’ speed or whatever the fuck this is.”

  “It’s not speed, and he has to work or you all have to leave.”

  “Then we’ll leave, cos you ain’t fuckin’ using him anymore!”

  “Milan—”

  “Will go apeshit when I tell him you’re shooting Tane up with fuck knows what just so your bitches can get off on him. Just so you can earn a shitload of money. Milan is cool, calm, but when he loses his shit, you don’t wanna know what he’s like. So, if you want your house to stay in one piece, for you to keep all of your limbs, you will fuckin’ walk out that door and not say a word to Milan. You will also not come near Tane ever again.”

  “I need—”

  “To go!”

  Sierra pushed up and ran for the door, slamming it shut behind her. I looked up at Killer as he sat down on the bed next to me, his concerned face hovering over mine.

  “Beautiful,” I murmured, reaching to touch his face. “So beautiful.”

  Killer blinked, looking surprised for some reason. But he shouldn’t be, because he was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. I ran my fingers down his cheek, touching his lips with a fingertip. So soft, so full, so fucking hot I could come imagining those lips wrapped around my cock. His face flushed red as I pushed my finger into his mouth, the colour racing down his neck.

  He grabbed my hand, removing my finger from his mouth, his hand shaking as he did it. “Don’t Tane, you’ve had—”

  I pulled my hand free and grabbed his head, yanking it down, stealing his words with a kiss. He stiffened, but I didn’t care. I wanted to devour his mouth, to devour all of him. I speared his mouth with my tongue, needing him so badly. He tasted so bloody good, a hint of mint and all Killer. I lost myself for a while, everything around me disappearing, Killer my sole focus.

  Until he broke the kiss.

  He went to say something, his expression pained, conflicted. Before he could get a word out, I yanked him onto his back. Killer let out a surprised shout. He went to push up, but I placed my forearm against his chest and forced him back down, nudging his legs apart as I did it. His eyes went wide, his mouth falling open. I bit my lip to stop from kissing him again, wanting to look at him instead as I ground my hard cock against his crotch. He groaned, drawing my attention to his lips. They were a touch swollen from my rough kisses, reddened too. Unable to help myself, I bent down and kissed them, wanting to breathe through him. To get lost in his mouth, lost in the contact. But it wasn’t enough.

  I needed more.

  I broke the kiss and started frantically undoing his belt.

  “Tane,” he groaned. “You’re not—”

  I cut him off with another kiss, not wanting words, only action. He shut up, reciprocating in full, his tongue tangling with mine. I pulled back, leaving him breathless, practically panting for me. I was panting for him too, my need so fucking intense it hurt. I was leaking pre-cum all over the place, smearing it across the crotch of his leather pants and his singlet. I grabbed his singlet, trying to pull it off him. Agitated that it wasn’t happening fast enough, I gripped onto the neckline and ripped it down the centre, revealing his amazing torso.

  His eyes went wider, shock once more playing across his expression. There was also a touch of fear, making me wonder what I looked like right now. Probably vicious, because when I wanted something this bad, I fucking took it. But he didn’t shove me away or tell me to stop. He wanted this as badly as I did, if not more, because his cock was so fucking hard it was forcing its way out of his pants, the head glistening with pre-cum. I stopped for a second, confused as to why I was looking at cock instead of pussy. Then all thought was gone, an overwhelming need to taste it taking a hold of me. I bent my head and licked the head, making Killer’s crotch shoot upwards, a loud gasp filling my ears. I flicked my tongue out again, liking the taste.

  But loving his reaction more.

  “Oh my God!” he cried out, his hips bucking wildly.

  I forced his hips back down and licked the head of his cock again.

  His hands went to his zipper, shaking as he unzipped himself. “Suck me, baby,” he said, pulling his cock fully out.

  I froze at the sight, the thing so massive it wouldn’t take much for Killer to blow himself.

  I looked up at his face. He was back to panting, his chest heaving with excitement. Not taking my eyes off him, I lowered my head and flicked my tongue over the length of his cock to see what he would do, curiosity getting the better of me. He gasped and tried to buck free from my hands. I repeated the action, getting the same result. A smile pulled at my lips, the power I had over him firing me up even more. I let go of his hips and grabbed his cock, flicking the head with my tongue, then sucked it into my mouth.

  “Christ!” he yelled, his hands going to my head.

  I smacked them away ... wanting ... no, needing to be in control. I lowered my mouth over his cock and sucked on it hungrily, so silky smooth, yet hard as a rock. Something in the back of my head screamed at me to stop, telling me I would never blow a guy. That I ate pussy, not sucked on cock. But I couldn’t make myself stop. Whatever had taken over me was stripping me of my inhibitions and leaving me even more naked than I already was.

  Killer started thrusting his hips up at me, trying to get me to take more of his cock, but he was too thick and long. When I didn’t, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock in deep, making me gag. I hit his hands away and popped his cock out of my mouth, wiping my face with the back of my hand.

  “Sorry,” he said, looking guilty over what he’d done.

  Not caring for apologies, I bowed my head and licked a long line up his cock, over the head and onto his stomach. With the tip of my tongue, I traced the grooves of his six pack, leaving a wet trail to his nipples. He gasped as I latched onto one of them. I suckled on it, giving it a little nibble for good measure. He arched up and started babbling incoherently, obviously sensitive there. I moved my attention to his other nipple, sucking on it hard.

  Then time jumped without warning.

  Killer was still on his back, but naked, except for the torn singlet hanging from his arms. His leather pants and briefs were on the floor. I didn’t know how they got there, since they were on him only a second ago. But I soon forgot about the how and the why, the sight before me taking my breath away. Killer’s body was an erotic picture of masculinity. All smooth flesh, tight muscles, dips and grooves, everything carved to perfection. He looked like a naked feast, a sacrifice to quell my hunger. I lifted his legs up, groaning at the sight of his muscular arse. I rubbed my cock against his hole, my pre-cum dribbling between his crack.

  “Yes,” he moaned, clawing at the bedsheets. “Fuck me, Tane.”

  Then another time jump happened, just as swift as the first one.

  I was inside of him. Balls deep. I didn’t know how I got to this point, didn’t care either. It felt so fucking good I could hardly breathe. I watched my cock move in and out of his glorious arse, groaning from the sight, groaning from the ecstasy.

  “Tane,” Killer said, looking at me like I was a god. “Love you, Tane.”

  “Love you too, sweetheart,” I said, having no idea where that came from. The words just fell out of my mouth, my mind too high to care that it was a lie. Or maybe it wasn’t one, because right now I fucking loved everything about Killer.

  He gave me a blinding smile, looking so happy. He threaded his fingers through my hair and yanked my head down, spearing my mouth with his tongue, fucking it like I was fucking his beautiful body. So good, so pure, I couldn’t get enough of him. I continued thrusting into him as we kissed, the rhythm steadily growing faster. Then I felt a
pull inside of me, starting up in my stomach. It quickly moved to my balls, begging for release. I broke the kiss and started smashing my cock into him, demolishing his arse, ruining him for anyone else.

  Killer took hold of his own cock and began jacking off as I ploughed him. The both of us were close, so fucking close. My stomach clenched, my balls tightened, and I came with a yell, so hard it almost blinded me. Killer’s arse tightened around my cock, milking me for all I was worth. He was shouting too, my name leaving his lips as he shot streaks of cum between us, the both of us soaring to the heavens. I felt no pain. No sadness. Only ecstasy.

  Then I was falling ... falling on top of him, my mind completely blown. I blanked out for a moment, finding myself under him a second later. He was kissing me all over my face, murmuring words of love.

  Someone screamed in the doorway, a shrill female voice. I didn’t pay attention. Too caught up with my orgasm and Killer’s affection. Then he flew off me. A furious Milan shoved him against the wall. I blanked out again, waking up to shouting. Killer was in tears. Milan the cause. He was yelling in Killer’s face, still holding him against the wall. It hurt seeing Killer cry. I wanted him happy and underneath me, crying for joy, not sadness or fear.

  “Killer,” I said, reaching for him.

  Milan stopped shouting, his head snapping to me.

  “I need Killer,” I said. “Give him to me.”

  Milan let go of Killer, his face shocked. Killer went to move towards me, but Sierra shot in front of him.

  “Milan, that’s not Tane talking,” she said. “It’s the drug Killer gave him.”

  “You lying bitch!” Killer screamed.

  “No, you’re lying,” she spat back. Her angry gaze returned to Milan. “You know Tane wouldn’t let that rapist touch him if he hadn’t filled him with drugs.”

  “I’m not a rapist!” Killer hollered. “And it wuz—”

  Milan yanked Killer back before he could get another word out, shoving him against the wall again. “What did you give him?!”

  “I didn’t give him anything, it wuz Sierra.”

  “Liar,” she snarled. “Otherwise it would be my clients on him, not you. He knew Tane didn’t want him, so he shot him up to get some action.”

  “I did not! And Tane initiated the sex—”

  “Tane’s straight,” Milan growled. “And has turned you down countless times.”

  “Not true, we’ve had sex before—”

  “Don’t lie!” Milan hollered, making Killer jump. Killer was naked, naked like me. I could still feel his cum on me. I wanted more. Wanted Milan to stop scaring him too.

  I went to push up, but flopped back down as Sierra pushed me onto the mattress. She sat down next to me, holding my chest down. I looked up at her, dazed, exhausted, the orgasm taking everything out of me. Or maybe I needed the sting of the needle again, what I was given not enough. I wanted to feel it pierce my flesh, to have the liquid nirvana rush through my veins, filling me with a wild ecstasy I couldn’t control, not this exhaustion that was sinking in, threatening to pull me under again.

  “What did you give him?” Milan barked at Killer.

  “I’m telling ya, I didn’t give him anything. It wuz Sierra.”

  “Don’t lie! I know you want him. Everyone in the club bloody knows it.”

  “I’m not lying!”

  “You are. You fucking gave him something, so tell me what it is before I fucking throw you to the men, telling them you raped Tane.”

  “I didn’t rape Tane! Sierra has been shooting him up with shit, using him so he fucks her clients. I walked in on that fake doctor doin’ it to him, with Sierra watching.”

  Sierra cut in. “He’s lying to save himself. Look, there’s the needle,” she said, pointing at the floor. “I walked in here, finding Killer injecting it into a sleeping Tane. I tried to stop him, but he shoved me out of the room. I didn’t know what to do, so I got you. You saw him on top of Tane, saw him abusing him.”

  “Liar!” Killer screamed. “Tane wuz lucid and I didn’t shoot him up. You did!” He looked at Milan, his expression now pleading. “You gotta believe me. I love Tane. I wouldn’t force him. We’ve fucked before, ask Rafael. He came to my house while Tane wuz there once. He knows Tane’s had sex with me. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not lying! I would never force Tane. He initiated the sex now. I thought he wanted it with me.” Killer started crying. “Please, you gotta believe me. Talk to Rafael. Please, just talk to him.”

  Milan looked between me and Killer, his expression disbelieving, but still a touch unsure. “Okay, but the both of you need to get out now. No one’s allowed in here until I talk with Rafael and Tane, that is, when he’s come down from whatever he’s been given.”

  “Yes, yes,” Killer babbled.

  Milan grabbed Killer by the back of the neck, indicating to the door with his other hand. “Out, Sierra.”

  “I should stay with Tane, he’s—”

  “Out!”

  She jumped up and rushed out.

  Milan shoved Killer towards the door. “You better be fucking telling the truth, Killer,” he snarled.

  “He is,” I said, drawing Milan’s attention to me.

  He opened his mouth as though to answer, but stopped as something started spilling over my lips. My body began jerking about, convulsing uncontrollably.

  “Shit! Call an ambulance!” Milan yelled.

  Blackness swarmed me. I came to with lips on mine, pushing air into me. Someone was screaming hysterically, another voice shouting Killer’s name. It sounded like Rafael. I opened my eyes as the person above me pulled away. I didn’t see who it was. Could only see Rafael holding a distraught Killer back. Then everything went black.

  13

  Dante

  I couldn’t shake the deep sadness I felt with not being able to go to Hemi’s funeral or see Jasper. But Clara made me feel like I could cope. Made it bearable. We spent the days swimming, fucking, and drinking, like last night, the bottles on the floor empty. At a certain point, I stopped hoping for the call, telling me that the Devil’s Crew were no more. I liked being here with Clara, no, I loved living with her. I just wished that Marino could return home, while me and Clara stayed.

  I looked over at Marino. He was fast asleep on the other bed. Alone. China was long gone. We hadn’t seen her for days. I continued to play with Clara’s hair as she slept, feeling sorry for Marino. Even though he’d driven China away, breaking her heart, my sympathies lay with him, because I could see he was suffering. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to be with his dad. I couldn’t believe Bazza was dying. If I were Marino, I wouldn’t want to be here either. I’d want to be with my dad too. It would hurt beyond anything knowing he had a short time left and I couldn’t spend that time with him. I frowned, missing my own dad. He hadn’t called for a while, and whenever I called him, it went direct to his voicemail. I asked him to phone me back more than once, but hadn’t heard anything. It had started worrying me, to the point that I’d called Killer. Killer had told me he’d get back to me, but he hadn’t. That had been last night.

  Marino’s phone rang, cutting my thoughts off. He didn’t wake, so I slipped my arm out from under Clara and pushed out of bed, grabbing his phone off the side table. Recognising Bazza’s number, I clicked it on.

  “It’s Dante,” I said.

  “You need to come back,” Bazza said.

  I smiled. “You got the last of the Devil’s Crew?”

  “No, it’s your father.”

  My smile instantly evaporated. Fear raced through me, fear that the DC had gotten to him. Everything imaginable went through my head. “Tell me he’s all right. Please. Tell me he’s all right,” I babbled, working myself up.

  “Sorry, malo, I can’t. The Skins’ prez called, saying that your dad has been taken to hospital. Someone shot him up with drugs, really bad shit, the type that as soon as you stop your body goes into withdrawal, then shock and—” He cleared his throat. “You need to g
et down to Auckland now. They’re not sure he’s going to make it through.”

  I started shaking my head. “But he hates drugs, he wouldn’t let that happen,” I said, although I knew it was possible, my dad an addict for life. One moment of weakness was all it took.

  “It was given to him without consent. I’ll text you the address you need to go to. It’s where the two Russians live. They’re back in Auckland now. Go to them, they’ll escort you to the hospital. They’ll make sure you’re safe if any Devil’s Crew show. They’ll stay with you until your father gets better or—” He cut himself off, but I knew what he was going to say.

  Dies.

  Bazza cleared his throat again. “I’ll get you a different car. The Commodore’s not good enough to make it to Auckland. I’ll bring the twins up and stay with Marino. Your missus can stay too. Don’t worry, you just get yourself to Craven’s men and they’ll take you to your dad. See you soon, Dante. I’ll be there in forty minutes.” He hung up.

  I turned to find Clara sitting up in bed, looking half-asleep. “Who was that?” she asked.

  “Bazza. I hafta go back to Auckland.”

  The sleep cleared from her eyes instantly. “Why?” she asked, pushing out of bed. She was dressed in one of Marino’s old shirts and a pair of knickers. She’d loosened up considerably since we’d arrived at the safe house, to the point where she allowed me to make love to her without caring about whether Marino was in the room or not, her modesty shedding quicker than I’d anticipated. All her talk back at Marino’s house meant nothing when she fell into the moment, the both of us often getting lost in one another.

  “My dad’s in the hospital,” I said.

  Her face dropped. “What happened?”

  “Drugs. Someone’s been shooting him up with really bad shit. I’ve gotta go see him, he could die,” I said, absolutely terrified it could happen.

  I swiped up the board shorts that Marino had loaned me. I pulled them on, along with his Doors shirt, Jim Morrison staring out from black cotton. Once dressed, I rushed over to the corner of the room and grabbed my bag off the floor.