Trace

20 - Time to move on

Trace

I know Fallon just buried her brother, but fuc.k! She walked the fuc.k away from me like I was nothing to her. I thought it was just grief, but as the days went on, I knew she meant it. Fallon is done with me, and I fuckin.g hate that fact.

All the times I’ve done the same thing to a woman, and it never occurred to me just how shitty it fuckin.g feels. Serves me right for always being a damn cunt to women. Fuckin.g them and leaving them like they were nothing to me. The trouble is, most were nothing to me but a puss.y to sink my dic.k in.

I got Fallon to talk to me a few nights after her brother’s funeral. I followed her and forced her to listen to me. I told her everything I was feeling. I told her how she’s the only girl for me. The only girl I’ve been with since our first time together. Shocker, I know. I told Fallon how I couldn’t stop thinking about her and how I needed her with me. I thought she’d tell me that she felt the same... I don’t know, maybe that she loved me or something, or at least that she wanted to be with me.

However, this is Fallon we’re talking about, and I should have known better than to think any woman could love me, let alone this woman.

Fallon blew the fuc.k up and told me that I’m nothing to her but a distraction from the hell she lives. She doesn’t need me, doesn’t want me, and can’t even stand me half the time. She also doesn’t believe, for one second, that I would be faithful to her.

I told Fallon how easy it is for anyone to change when they find that special someone, and she is my special someone. God, she really is. However, Fallon told me that she isn’t my special anything, and I need to get it through my thick skull.

I tried so fuckin.g hard to make her understand. But she had to go one step further by telling me how she cheated on me – not that she thought it was cheating when we’re not even together – with that motherfuckin.g Cutthroat Brick! The fuckin.g little whor.e let him touch her in ways only I should touch her!

Fallon then told me how I needed to see that we could never be because two whore.s could never be faithful to one another. She said that she knew I’d cheat on her, and I knew she’d cheat on me, and that’s all she’d do if we were together, cheat on me. The way I cheated on Willow, and maybe now I knew what it felt like for Willow when I did those things.

Gutted is not the word I felt for what Fallon had thrown at me. I didn’t want to believe she’d done anything with Brick, but it was a little hard not to when she went into graphic detail about the way he kissed her, the way he touched her and the things he did to her.

I had to get out of there before I said or did something I’d regret.

That’s not to say I’ve left Fallon completely alone. I’ve been watching her from afar to ensure she’s okay. Just in case she needs me for anything. Just to make sure that cunt hasn’t been near her because I’ll fuckin.g murder him in the worst way if he comes anywhere near Fallon again. Not that I should care after everything she’s done. But I can’t stop caring about her. I’m driving myself crazy, wanting to be with her. I don’t understand why I feel like this, nor why I’m so goddamned obsessed with her.

Fallon hasn’t left that damn trailer in days. I knocked a couple of times. She yelled how she knew it was me, that I was some kind of sadist, and if I didn’t back the fuc.k off, she’d call the cops for a restraining order.

Seriously?

I had Shepard on my back about it all. He said that my head was in the clouds, and it was affecting my work. That could end up getting one of us killed on a run if I’m not careful.

It’s not like I want to be chasing after a girl who doesn’t want me. That fuckin.g cheated on me. But I don’t like being tossed aside like this! Not for a fucktard like Brick!

Shepard was right, though; I was letting Fallon get to me too much. So, she doesn’t want me; there’s fuc.k all I can do about that. Tonight, I’ll get my dic.k wet in some other willing puss.y. I’ll move on. I’m good at that. Plenty of women out there want a piece of Trace — plenty who beg for my coc.k again and again.

Who the fuc.k am I to deny them?

Once this job is over, I’m going home to shower and change. Then, I’m going to the bar and grabbing the first slut who comes on to me. Because they will, they always do.

It must be something about the cut that has the women practically dropping their panties the second they see me — some bad boy obsessive syndrome. You know every woman loves a bad boy. Never understood why myself, but whatever, it works for me, and that’s all I give a shi.t about.

I watch Tank with old man Jones. Silly old fuc.k is in his sixties and owns a small family-run supermarket. He thinks he can get away with not paying us half the protection money we charge half the time. The trouble is, Tank isn’t the kind of man you fuc.k over. He’ll shoot you as soon as look at you.

Me?

Usually. However, right now, I couldn’t give two fuck.s if this cunt pays or not.

“Do we have to do this every week, Tom?” Tank stands with his arms folded around his big chest. I’m standing against the back wall, digging the tip of my pocket knife into my thumb. I’m bored. This shi.t is seriously boring me!

Fuc.k, Fallon has got so far in my damn head that I can’t even enjoy my job anymore! Not that protection rackets and criminal activity should be classed as a job, but to us, it is.

“I just think, after all these years, Shepard could give me a discount.”

I’m done here. I am so fuckin.g done!

Tank might talk back and forth with him, but I’m not in the fuckin.g mood for this!

I march right up to the cunt and point my knife at his neck. “Listen to me, you stupid old fuc.k! Pay what you fuckin’ owe, or I’ll gut you like a damn fish, right here, right now. Then I’ll take the fuc.k off and leave your sorry caucus for your old lady to find!”

His eyes are wide, throat gulping as he swallows hard, hand in the inside pocket of his jacket as he reaches for the envelope containing his payment. He hands it to Tank without looking away from me. Tank checks it and tells me that it’s all there, but I still don’t move my knife from old Tom’s throat.

“Pull this shi.t again, old man, and it will be the last thing you ever do. We’re done playin’ these fuckin’ games with you! When we come in here, you pay us. We want something; you give it to us free of charge. You get smart; you get dead. You got it!?”

He nods his stupid old head erratically. “Yes. Yes.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

Tank smirks and follows me out of that pathetic little store.

“You need to fuc.k that girl out of your system before you snap, Brother.”

He doesn’t need to tell me what I already know. I climb on my bike, and he does the same. I roll my neck, cracking it as I go. I’m seriously stressed the fuc.k out.

“A bunch of the guys are going to the club tonight. Why don’t you go along? Never know, you might find the girl of your dreams.” He laughs. Cunt.

“The only girl of my dreams is a girl with a willin’ puss.y. I plan to have my fill tonight, Brother.”

“You do that.” He tells me.

I plan to.

* * *

The place is packed, just as I thought it would be. It’s filled with willing puss.y. I’d only been at the bar two minutes before little miss blonde thing came over to me, flirting and giggling like a stupid little whor.e. As if I’m meant to believe she’s some innocent little thing who’s never fucke.d a man in her life.

Dressed like this?

Nothing but a bra and sparkling hot pants?

Not a fuckin.g chance.

It won’t stop me from fuckin.g ten shades of shi.t out of her. Bitc.h probably isn’t all that tight, but it won’t stop me. I’ll fuc.k her in ways she’s only dreamed of. I’ll fuc.k her cunt, her ass, her mouth, and her tit.s. Yeah, I’m going to enjoy this.

She’s on my lap with her arm around my neck. Roman’s giving me knowing looks. I have no idea what the fuc.k his problem is this time, but he’s beginning to fuc.k me off! I don’t need his damn permission to fuc.k some bitc.h.

He wanted me to stay away from Fallon, and now that I am, it’s a problem?

Like, I give a fuc.k right now! This is me. Trace. I fuc.k ’em, and I leave ’em. They always come back for more. If they’re any good, maybe I’ll give them a second go.

If not?

Well, I got my fill. That’s all I give a shi.t about.

“Are you planning on taking me home, biker man?”

Her sultry voice sends a shiver down my spine. Whatever her name is, is a hot little thing, and my dic.k is already twitching. I’m going to enjoy fuckin.g the shi.t out of her.

“Ain’t the man to take you home, sugar. However, I’ll take you places you ain’t never even dreamed of.”

She shudders, her face flushed as she looks at me. She even squirms in my lap a little. She’s already wet; I can tell from the way her body has heated to my touch, the touch of my hand on her hip.

She mumbles something in my ear, but my eyes have caught Fallon walking into the bar with some of the club’s Old.

Fuckin.g brilliant!

But why the fuc.k should I care?

She’s the one who ended things between us. She’s the one who cheated. Now she can sit the fuc.k back and watch me in action!