Chapter 31 Bundled Back Home
Xander
Running around with a raging hard cock is one of the worst things to ever happen to a man.
Vanessa suddenly yanks away from my touch and I growl at the loss of her warmth. In the next second, she makes a break for the door, outside of the club's building.
I don't waste time following behind but once I step outside, I don't see her but the faint smell of lavender tells me the direction in which she went.
Only one source of light illuminates the dark alleyway, away from the club, but with my sight, it's almost as clear as day, and there she is in the arms of Max as he gives her one of his easy smiles while taunting her.
"Well, well. Look who it is."
"Let go of me, Max," she shouts, struggling against him but he only laughs.
A possessive growl leaves my throat and they both snap their gazes to me. As if sensing I'm in no mood for jokes, Max carefully steps back, raising his hands in surrender.
"She's all yours, soldier. My job here, is done," he says with a grin, sidestepping us, then leaves.
Vanessa's heart rate picks up and her eyes dart from all angles, looking for an escape route, but unfortunately, behind her is a closed wall and a dead end.
"Firecracker," my voice is heavy and thick, a silent warning for her to stay right where she is. But it won't be Vanessa if she ever really does what she's told.
She jumps and attempts to start climbing the walls, her fingers slipping through each time since there are no rocks to serve as a ledge.
"Vanessa!" I snap, my patience wearing thinner by the second. I swear, this woman will be the death of me if I'm not careful.
She squeaks when she looks back to see me advancing on her, attempts becoming more frantic, more desperate.
I effortlessly lift her off and drape her over my shoulder, moving us away from the alley.
She screams, "Put me down you loaf!" banging her fists on my back, but they only feel like rubber dolls on my body.
But I shouldn't be surprised that things don't always go as planned.
Four men step into the light forming a half circle around us, blocking our exit. They are dressed in full leather attires, each person with at least three piercings, different hair dye, and covered in tattoos. They look not older than eighteen at most, crossing their arms to look intimidating.
"Hey man, that's no way to treat a lady," the green haired punk drawls. He pulls out a packet of cigarettes, takes one and lights it, puffing slowly.
Vanessa tenses up at the sound of his voice, realizing we're no longer alone.
"I don't know how that's any of your business," I retort, already getting angsty with their childish antics.
He scoffs and takes one drag before replying. "Oh it is, old man. You're in our turf, and whatever we say, goes." His friends nodding in agreement.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I grind out, "I'll give you all one last chance to turn around. Now."
They all look at one another, then burst into laughter, bending over their stomachs and pointing at me.
"Did you guys hear that? The old man is gonna fuck is up. I'm so scared," a blue haired one mocks and they all laugh again.
I'm tired of this shit.
I reach up to gently put Vanessa down making sure she's able to stand straight on her feet before turning to face the punks.
"Come on guys, let's teach the old man a lesson he'll never forget," the green haired one who I now assume to be their leader, orders.
"Stay behind me, Firecracker," I say quickly.
"What, and miss all the action? No way in hell." Then she stomps off. I don't have the time to check on what she's up to because green hair charges at me and swings his fist but I easily dodge it. He tries again and I move fast, grabbing his arm and twisting it painfully behind his back. He cries out. His face is red from anger and embarrassment because he probably looks weak in front of his friends.
He tries to hit me with his other arm but I seize it also. He yells at his friends, "You morons! Shouldn't you do something?"
That seems to have been enough motivation because they immediately spring into action, all three of them coming at me at once.
The blue haired one tries to punch me in the face but I swing my legs, hitting him on the back below his waist. He screams and crumbles to the floor.
The thinnest of them all tries to trip me but his legs get tangled with the green haired one and I release him, both of them tumbling to the floor.
"Fuck!" Green hair screams.
I wonder where the last member is.
I don't have to think far when I see him advancing on Vanessa who is now holding a short, plastic pipe in her hands. Anger surges within me and I start to run towards them but stop.
The one with tattoos covering half of his face stands in her way and tries to grab her arm, but she takes one step back and gives him a round kick, smacking him right in the guts and he falls to his knees, wheezing.
My dick twitches. I never thought I'd be attracted to violence.
She taps his back with the pipe and he flinches. Then she struts over to me, dragging the boy with her until she reaches the others.
The next thing she does surprises me.
She makes them all kneel and goes to thwack their asses with the pipe. It wasn't with brute force but enough to make them feel it.
"You all should be in school studying or doing what normal teenagers do, not here dramatizing your favorite movie scenes." They whimper and I almost feel sorry for them. Almost.
"Now, you'll go back out there, do the right things and make your lives useful. Am I clear?" she barks.
"Yes, ma'am!" they all chorus.
"Now scram." They get up and disperse like the wind, not a single person looking back.
Vanessa turns to me with a smug smirk, turns with the pipe on her shoulder and saunters off.
"Get your ass out here, pretty boy," she hollers at me over her shoulders.
I've never seen anything more attractive.
I rush over and scoop her in my arms, then swing her over my shoulder again, the pipe clattering to the floor at her surprise.
"What are you doing? Put. Me. Down!" she screams but one hard spank on her ass makes her go quiet.
"Now, that's better."
I march us over to the waiting car in the middle of an open field, Max is seated behind the wheels and grins widely when he sees us approaching.
I open the back door, drop her and let her shift to the other side before climbing in also.
She looks at me with silent rage written over her features, but her eyes, the pupils are blown wide and I don't miss the subtle scent of arousal that thickens with each moment.
I place my hand on the back of her neck, bringing her closer to me, then whisper, "Now. listen carefully, Firecracker..."