Dirty Bastard

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Copyright© 2018 Sam Crescent

ISBN: 978-1-77339-860-0

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DIRTY BASTARD

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2018

Prologue

If you touch her, I’ll fucking kill you. No one will ever be able to identify your corpse. I will make you pay. Jaxson Pierce couldn’t believe it had come to this.

Noelle Hunt, his boss’s sister and the fucking love of his life, was tied to a chair at the mercy of the fucking animals he’d been trying to protect her from.

He tugged on the cuff that kept him chained to the wall, watching as Dusty ran a hand down Noelle’s body. When he got out of these cuffs, he was going to fucking cut off those fingers one at a time. He didn’t stop pulling at the cuffs that bound him.

The sound of her whimper echoing around the room would stay with him forever.

Dusty pinched her tit and groaned. You know, I was going to kill her fast, but I think it would be better if I take my time. I wonder how he’ll cope when you’re screaming for help as I fuck you, babe. I bet her pussy is so fucking tight.

Dusty laughed.

He licked her cheek, and Jaxson forced himself to keep on watching. For her to look at him, and to know he was going to get them the fuck out of here.

There was no way he could allow anything to happen to her.

He’d taken a vow to protect her. To love her. To be there when she needed it most, and no one would ever make him break a vow. No one fucking ever.

Gritting his teeth, he knew things were about to get worse, but he couldn’t do anything.

Tears spilled down Noelle’s face, and Jaxson for the first time in his life prayed for a miracle to get them both out of this shitstorm.

Chapter One

Two months earlier

Nothing like the sounds of a woman’s orgasm in the morning. Jaxson chewed his gum and checked the time to see it was a little after ten in the morning. It wasn’t like his boss and best friend, Dane Hunt, to be this late.

Leaning against the wall, he glanced around the room and saw the remnants of a good night with a woman before him. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, and a bottle of wine lay empty on the carpet. Glasses were on the table top and what unnerved him the most, the telltale signs of coke being used.

Last time he checked, Dane didn’t do coke.

This wasn’t how he wanted to spend his Monday morning. The moment he got the call from Dane though, like all the years before, he came running. He didn’t know nor did he do any other way. They had each other’s backs, end of story.

Right now, though, he was pissed. He could have been checking on a couple of the clubs, some of their businesses, or Noelle, who also happened to be Dane’s sister. He couldn’t allow himself to think of Noelle, the curvy brunette with her fuckable lips and wide brown eyes. She made him ache, especially when he saw her body. He’d give anything to have those thick, juicy thighs wrapped around his waist and her large, ripe tits bouncing in front of his face.

The last thing he’d do was mention that little tidbit to Dane though. When it came to Noelle, he would never mention anything to Dane.

The fucker was a loose cannon half the time, and the only one who was able to get through to him was Noelle.

Where Dane was a maniac and crazy son of a bitch, Noelle was the complete opposite. Sexy, cute, sweet as a button. She had the patience of a saint and a smile to go with it. As long as he’d known them, they’d been inseparable. Dane being the older, he had to take responsibility of Noelle when their parents died. She’d been young when they died.

Well, they didn’t technically just die.

Dane murdered them.

It was part of an agreement, an alliance with a street crew that had gotten him the deals with the cartels that landed them in the drug business.

During the past fifteen years, Jaxson had been by Dane’s side. He vowed to protect his best friend, and by doing that, he made sure Dane didn’t get himself killed.

The original crew they had struck out at and who had requested he take out his parents, were now all dead. They had given him a test of loyalty, which he passed by killing his parents. No one told Dane what to do, so it wasn’t long before he took his revenge. They were rotting in a well somewhere, each one piled high and under water.

There were times he found Dane there, staring into the well. He often wondered if that was where he stored all the bodies that he didn’t cut up or burn alive.

Again, Dane was a psycho with the boy next door looks.

A real fucking charmer.

That’s it, Dane. Fuck yeah, that feels good. Don’t stop, don’t stop.

That’s right, babe. Who’s your fucking daddy? Dane asked.

Seconds later a growl erupted as Jaxson heard Dane come.

These sounds would never leave his mind.

He would always hear them echoing off the walls, sickening and twisted.

Who’s your daddy? What the fuck, Dane? I don’t need to hear this shit. I’m waiting for you.

He heard the woman let out a little scream, and seconds later she appeared in front of him, completely naked, eyes looking wild, and her hands going to her body as if to cover herself.

Dane followed behind her, looking rather pleased with himself as he put his dick away.

Didn’t expect you so soon, Dane said.

Seriously, you told me ten o’clock. I’m right here, and you even left the door open.

You left the door open so he could hear us? the woman asked. She looked pissed off, as if her dignity had been affected.

With what he just heard, it was something she really shouldn’t worry about. He wasn’t going to jump her anyway.

Are we done here? Can we move on? Jaxson asked.

You let him talk to you like that? she asked.

Do you even know this slut’s name? He looked at Dane, who smirked.

Babe, give us a minute.

Jaxson stared at his friend, waiting. Name?

She doesn’t need a name, Dane said.

You don’t even know my name? the woman asked.

Go in the bedroom. Hurry the fuck up, so you can get out of my place, now. Dane used the tone that told women not to fucking argue with him.

The woman clearly knew not to, and turned and left without another word.

Dane smirked.

This shit isn’t ours, he said, leaning forward and pointing at the table.

You tasting product? Jaxson asked.

Are you fucking shitting me? Hell, no. There’ve been a couple of deaths across the city. Ryan came to me. He was worried that something was in our product that was killing people. Our stuff gives people a high. We don’t want them to die.

Jaxson knew the reasoning. Killing their customers killed their money. It made no sense.

So?

So, I got little cokehead there to go and score me a bag, and guess what, there’s an entire new chain of supply in the city. They’re going into nightclubs, not just the ones we own either. We’re talking across the entire fucking city, and there’s talk of networks outside of the States. We’re talking about Europe and shit like that.

No one can have a distribution that fast, Jaxson said. It’s probably being used by someone else to sell in your territory.

Either way, it’s not good shit. I want to find the people distributing it and then I want them out of my city, Dane said, standing up. You know I don’t like rudeness.

Let’s go.

Give me a second. I just got to go and let my new woman know I’m heading out.

New woman?

Dude, she gives good head. Do you know how hard it is to find a woman willing to suck cock like a fucking pro?

Dane didn’t even wait for his response.

Jaxson knew he should be used to this by now. Dane fucking loved getting his cock sucked. It wasn’t like it caused him any trouble. He worked for Dane. Simple as. They were best friends, and even though Dane tried to hide it, he had the brains of the operation, whereas Jaxson had the strength and was willing to do whatever it took to take out their enemy.

For fifteen years they’d made it work, and now they ruled this fucking city. No one sold their shit on the streets without Dane’s absolute say-so. Of course, this came with its own brand of bullshit as well, like the coke that lay on the table. They now had a new deal to take care of.

Seconds later, Dane came out of the bedroom, a big, fat smirk on his face.

I don’t even want to know, Jaxson said, holding his hand up to stop whatever Dane was going to say.