Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men, #2)

by Giana Darling

She made a man who’d felt like a monster his entire life, feel like a fuckin’ angel.

“Is this what you wanted, little girl? You wanted to see what would happen to a room fulla men when you took your clothes off? Wanted to see ’em pant and lust after ya?”

“No, but I fuckin’ well plan on it. You wanted me to touch you, Lou, you wanted to tempt the fuckin’ beast? Well, here he is. Now, tell me has anyone been inside this young, fresh pussy, Lou?” he asked me in a way that suggested the answer had better well be no. “Anyone stretched you so much it burned but ya loved it anyway?”

“You begged me to touch your pretty young pussy and now I’m not going to stop until your cum is drippin’ from my fingers like honey.”

“You don’t like it when I cry.” “New rule. You’re allowed to cry when I claim you as mine.”

After everything, the vulnerability of dancing for him, the overpowering sensation of breaking open against him, it was this hug that sank my heart to him forever. There was no going back now.

“Stuck with me,” I croaked, trying to be brave and strong and unmoved but completely unable to because how often does a girl live a dream come true? He turned his lips into my hair and kissed me. “It’s you who’s stuck with me, little warrior. Not lettin’ you go now. Not fuckin’ ever.”

“Wasn’t your fault, Lou, and even if it was, gotta say, I’d do it again. If I have to kill every single fuckin’ man on this goddamn planet to be with you, Lou, you better believe that I fuckin’ will and I’ll do it with a fuckin’ smile.”

I wanted to be the one to give her a ride home. No, fuck that, I didn’t want her to go home. Now that I had her, I wanted her at my side under my fuckin’ roof.

“Give ya a pass on that one, B.J., but next time you call my woman ‘young fuckin’ pussy’ I’m gonna have to tear a strip off you.”

“Your girl?” the rat bastard finally sniveled, fear sparking so fuckin’ pretty in his eyes. “She told me she was nothin’ to you!” I grinned, flexed and released my fist as I drew closer to ’im and then reared it back as I said, “She’s every fuckin’ thing to me.”

“Need to make sure you were cool with it, the monster in real life. Now I do, you need to know. I was serious about not lettin’ ya go. And by that, I mean fuckin’ ever.”

I shivered as he bent his knees so we were on eye level and said, “Welcome to the dark side, then, little Lou.”

Nothin’ would stand in the way of me and this girl; not her fuckface father or her age or even my own kids. She was mine. “Mine,” I tore away from her, leaving her lips open, moist and swollen.

“This is it,” I warned her. “I’m it for you after this.”

It was the only way to explain the way pleasure popped the lid off my head and left me thoughtless of the fact I was kissin’ her ’til she nearly couldn’t breathe, bitin’ her neck until it blossomed with flowery hickeys all over. It was the only way to describe how I fucked her so hard, I marked her in every heathen way as fuckin’ mine. And she loved it.

“You come for me, you do it sayin’ my name. You do it knowin’ you’ve got me inside you and you do it knowin’ all that I am.”

Loved fuckin’ everything about this girl. If I’d had any doubt before, it was fuckin’ clear to me now that Lou was mine. Didn’t give a single fuck that there were a million and one fuckin’ things that made her forbidden to me. That her father would try to toss me back into prison for it. That my enemies would try to maim, torture and kill her for it. That my own kids might throw a shit fit ’cause of it. I was keepin’ her.

I thought about all the things she had left to look forward to in life—graduation, marriage, travels, kids—and I thought about all the things I was lookin’ forward to givin’ her—celebration parties, my ring, vacations, baby Garros—and I knew she was wrong.

“You think a man sees his woman kissin’ another man, he needs to chill? I’ll remember that next time I got bitches hittin’ on me at the clubhouse, yeah?”

“Bend over and hold on to your fuckin’ ankles. I’m gonna fuck you in this cheerleader getup like I planned to do later tonight, only I’m gonna do it here so when you go back out and break up with that kid, you’ll have my cum inside you.”

“This is mine now. My cunt to eat, fuck and play with. Mine to take whenever I want.”

“Yeah, but haven’t kissed my girl yet today. Want you to wear my kiss on your lips so even though I can’t have you by my side like I want, every time I look over at ya in your sweet cheerleader skirt shakin’ those pom-poms, I’ll know it was me who put the red on your mouth.”

“Now, I ain’t makin’ you any promises here, little warrior, but if your fine ass is going to heaven—and it fuckin’ well is—I’ll find a way to get there too. If I gotta move into that fuckin’ church and pay penance every goddamn hour, I’ll do it. If I gotta give up boozin’, guns and drug runnin’, I’ll fuckin’ well do it and I’d do it now if it meant I got a place beside my girl behind those pearly gates.”

“Love you like it’s my religion, little Lou.” Then he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “Just in case there was any fuckin’ doubt, this is your house now and my bed is your bed. Wanted you here anyway, sorry it happened this way, little warrior, so fuckin’ sorry, but glad you’re here all the fuckin’ same.”

The next time you touch Lou, the next time you degrade ’er or fuckin’ breathe on ’er the wrong way, I’m gonna end your life and I’m gonna do it with my bare hands around your neck so that I can have the satis-fuckin’-faction of feelin’ your pathetic life leave your body. You get me, Benny Boy?”

“You know what I love, Lou? Love the shape of your face like a heart in my hands, the way your lips look swollen and so fuckin’ lush even ’fore I kiss ’em. Love the way your ribs narrow and your hips curve so there’s this space for my big hand right at your waist. Love the skin behind your knees and ears, at the base of your throat and between your plump tits ’cause it’s so fuckin’ sensitive and it flushes such a pretty pink.”

“You lose your moonbeam hair, your bombshell shape and your sexual appetite, I don’t give a fuck. ’Cause I love your soul better than I love anythin’ else and that includes the fan-fuckin-tastic package it comes in. You got me, Lou?”

“Want you to cut it for me, Lou,” he explained. “No!” I said immediately. “Yeah, little warrior. See, it’s important to me you get that I’m in this with you. Can’t suffer what you suffer, can’t take that pain from ya like I want to more than fuckin’ anythin’. But I can stand with you. Don’t know if you’ll lose all that hair but if you do, I wanna do it with you.” Tears burned in my throat as I tangled my fingers in the ends of his shoulder-length hair. “But I love your hair.” “You love yours. Mine’ll grow back just like yours.”

“What could I have ever done in a past life to deserve a man like you?” His eyes flashed as he leaned close. “This isn’t about that shit. We deserve each other ’cause we get each other. I know the heart of ya and you know the heart of me. Deservin’ or not deservin’ has nothin’ to do with it and it fuckin’ can’t ’cause if I get to thinkin’ ’bout that question, I lose every time.”

“This is way too much,” I whispered because my voice wouldn’t work properly past the lump in my throat. Zeus’s heat hit my back a second before his arms wrapped around me and his voice moved through my body as he said, “Nothin’s ever too much for family.”

“Rest in peace, Walker Nixon,” I said, usin’ his full name for the last time. “Deserve more than this for the guardin’ you gave my girl. Wish you could know I’d sell my fuckin’ soul to get you back. For you, for me, for the club and for our girl.”

She would. She would wake up ’cause no God was cruel enough to give her to me only to rip her from my hands months later. No God would take away the idol of a man’s religion just when he needed it most. She’d wake up.

Zeus appeared bare-chested in the main room of the shop and I got my first look at his tattoo. It was an angel, one inked right over his heart. Her small, detailed face was mine and her hands were raised to cup the scar of the bullet wound Zeus had taken for me nearly eleven years earlier. “Z,” I breathed as tears compressed my chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me into his right side. “My fallen angel.” “My guardian monster,” I breathed into his mouth as he lowered it onto mine for a kiss.