Chapter 8. Silco Or Bloodhound

One second, I was getting eaten into one of the most intense orgasms ever. And the next...

“Oh fuck,” Damien said when he finally realized we’ve got company.

He quickly jumped away from me, wiping my cum from his face as if that would somehow convince Ms Deet she didn’t see him eat me out.

“D-Deet, I...” Damien paused, obviously out of words. I don’t blame him. I’m terrified as fuck, too.

Any average woman would have gone berserk by now.

Especially when they’ve a dozen equally angry followers, and a physique that can crush me in seconds.

But Ms Deet isn’t going berserk.

Yes, her eyes are wide open in shock, and the rage isn’t hidden. Okay, let me say it properly.

She’s looking right at me, and I can’t move.

I can feel my blood running cold and draining out at the same time. Her fingers are clenched into a fist, but it feels like she’s got my heart in her hand. And a new definition of dread dawns on me as her face twisted into disgust and pain.

But why isn’t she flipping out?

I feel like melting - maybe I’m already melted. Heck, I can barely breathe as it is. Even my muscles are shaking in anticipation of her reaction as sweat starts to drip down my forehead.

Ms Deet blinked.

She blinked again and then turned to Damien. Her eyes turned glassy just as her beautiful ... I mean, bulging muscles tensed.

Damien stepped backwards.

“Four days, Dee,” She said with a cracked voice that quickly turned dark. “I asked you to watch a girl for three days, and ... and I found this.”

I swallowed hard.

Honestly, I would feel better if she were just plain ol’ angry. Cause the pain she seems to be holding in is the kind that earns people in my situation a very painful death.

Damien tried to say something, but then stopped.

“Got no defense?” Ms Deet said, and I subtly slide off the counter while she’s concentrated on Damien. Except she saw me;

“Stay where you are, fucking slut!” In that one second, she wiped out her gun from ... I don’t even know how, but it feels like slow motion as the gun aimed at me.

Damien jumped in front of me almost immediately;

“Deet, Deet, don’t shoot. Don’t ... please look at me, girl, I...”

“Shut! THE FUCK UP!”

I cringed.

Sorry, I mean, she let out a pained roar as all the rage came pouring out. Tears fell off her cheeks as another maddening roar of betrayal and a wounded heart vibrated through the floorboards.

That’s when I cringed.

As in, her tears are enough to make my own tears flow out like a broken dam. But her cry...?

Fuck, I’m so going to die.

“I loved you, Dee!” Deet growled after taking two seconds to still herself. “I fucking loved you.”

A sob escaped my lips as I hid behind Damien, cowering for my life.

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed with tears of terror wetting my face. “I ... I am sorry...”

“YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!”

I cringed behind Damien, and my lips locked themselves up like she commanded. I didn’t even dare to look at her...

“It was all my fault,” Damien said with a steady voice. Maybe that got her attention, maybe that got her even madder, maybe that elicited a reaction from the gang members standing audience to the drama.

I don’t know ... All I can do is hide away behind Damien’s broadness.

“She tried to stop me, but she didn’t get a choice in it,” Damien continued, and Ms Deet scoffed.

“I assume she was screaming for help while you raped her with your tongue. Or did that happen while you fucked in my fucking cabin!?”

Damien didn’t respond.

Of course he’s got nothing to say, I enjoy the fucking, the deepthroat cum, even the anal sent me to paradise. I never really tried to stop him, and now...

I heard the click-clack of Ms Deet cocking her gun.

... now we’re going to die for that.

“Deet, please...”

“Your punishment is going to last a lot longer than a bullet to the groin,” Ms Deet said, “Now, fuck off my way.”

“Three...” Ms Deet counted.

Honestly? I expected Damien to jump out of the way and let me die. And my hands automatically locked themselves around his waist as a string of mumbling sobs escaped my lips.

“Two...”

Maybe I wanted to beg for my life, but my lips wouldn’t dare disobey Ms Deet...

“One...”

My muscles tensed, and my heart stopped.

But the shot never came ... Forget that, Damien didn’t even try to get out of the way. Yes, he flinched, but he remained standing between me and Ms Deet.

He ... He is willing to die for ... Why?

He said he loves Ms Deet, and sure, he was very stupid for seducing me. But he wasn’t kidding when he said he loves her.

So why is he defending me with his life?

“They’re here, Boss.”

The new voice spoke with a gentleness that comes with not wanting to spook a rabbit. Forget that, why hasn’t Ms Deet killed us yet?

“Boss? We need to get into position, now.”

My eyes snapped open, and now I get it.

Damien got me so high on lust that I forgot to tell him about the Silco luring thing. And then we fucked until we both forgot Silco was coming here tonight.

And that’s why Ms Deet and a dozen of her gang members came out of the blue.

That’s why we got caught in the act and are about to get executed.

I peeked over Damien’s shoulder to see a bald guy with a red goatee standing beside Ms Deet.

He has one hand on Ms Deet’s shoulder and a look of urgency on his face.

Oh, and of course, Ms Deet doesn’t look pleased. At all. But she dropped her stance and put her gun behind her, back to wherever it came from.

“You know the plan,” She said to Damien or maybe me. Or maybe ... I don’t know exactly what or who she’s talking to, but I nodded instinctively.

“Get to your spots,” Ms Deet said, and every one of her gang members sprang into action. They disappeared to ... Okay, I wasn’t really interested in them, but they did disappear.

I feel like I should be doing something too, but Damien isn’t moving, so I stayed put behind him. Cowering away from the heat of Ms Deet’s fire as the pair shared a very long look.

Then Ms Deet turned to me;

“We’re not done, bitch.”

With that, she marched away.

Damien let out a huge breath of relief, and his muscles suddenly deflated as if the breath was all that was holding him up.

Me? Well, I head-butted his back as a fresh wave of tears and sobs washed over me.

“I told you ... to ... to leave,” I sobbed, feeling my body enter an adrenaline phase to run for my life.

But then again, my muscles aren’t even responding to the ‘run!’ signals from my brain.

I just remained wrapped around Damien’s waist. Sobbing in terror. And hoping this was all a nightmare.

Damien himself is no better.

Although he isn’t a wreck like me, he can hardly slow his thundering heart. Just like his usual playful demeanor is nowhere in sight.

Then, a knock rocked the front door in its hinges, and I yelped in fear. Okay, it was more of a ram than a knock, but you get the gist.