4. Come On, Get Revenge To Your Boyfriend

Noah POV 

I walked up to the bar. Spike, the bartender, smiled at me, but his eyes were on her. The girl who’d been scared of me since she first saw me. I glanced back. Sherly was leading her into a quieter area.

"Why'd you bring a puppy to a place like this, Noah? We can't involve outsiders with Black Hell."

"She won't have anything to do with Black Hell. I'm just messing around a bit," I replied. "Give me a beer."

"You're riding, Noah!" Spike warned.

I scoffed. So what if I was riding? I can handle my shit, no matter what.

"How long's it been since you went home, Noah?"

"Just shut up, Spike. Don't tell me what to do."

Spike sighed. I knew he was worried, but I could take care of myself.

"Don't let your dad touch Black Hell, Noah. Don't put our gang in danger."

I looked at Spike, seeing his worry. This conversation pissed me off. I didn't like him talking about my dad. So I just walked deeper into the bar. Black Hell's got a bar business, but really, this place is our headquarters.

I'd been living here for months, and I'd known Black Hell since high school. And of course, my dad didn't want me getting involved with any motorcycle gangs, but everyone's got a life to live, and I chose to live mine with Black Hell.

The girl sat stiffly on the couch, her eyes on me. Her gaze screamed that she couldn't stand being here. That look just made me want her to suffer this torture a little longer.

I went to my room. My room, the wildest place I had. Sherly followed me in. She hugged me, then kissed me passionately. Her big chest grabbed my attention. I touched it, adding a little pressure. Shirley moaned. I pulled her to the bed. She sat there while I stayed standing. She expertly pulled down my pants. Shirley knew exactly what to do to get me off. Her mouth worked wonders. My hand held her tied-up hair.

I groaned. Sherly’s blow job felt insane.

"Oh, fuck!"

It only took a few seconds for me to cum in Shirley’s mouth. I quickly fixed my pants. Shirley looked at me, cum smeared around her mouth. She smiled while I sat beside her.

"What's up with that girl? She doesn't seem like the type you'd bring here, Noah."

I was quiet for a moment. I didn't even understand why I brought her. At the time, I was cruising with the Black Hell members, and my eyes caught her going into that house that had always been empty. Her gaze seemed to invite me to stay.

"I just don't like the way she looks at me... like I'm dirt."

"Don't joke, Noah. She doesn't know anything about Black Hell. Let her live her life."

I sprawled out on the bed. I'd never been like this before.

"Don't tell me you're interested in her."

I smirked. "Just shut your mouth."

Sherly lay down. She tried to get on top of me, but I rolled to the left. I felt uneasy.

"My dad wants me to come for dinner. I have a little plan."

Sherly narrowed her eyes. "Plan? Are you going to take that girl with you?"

"That's the plan… perhaps.”

"Why not take me?"

"Are you kidding me? My dad would kick us out. I need to bring a normal woman home."

Shirley laughed at me. "A normal woman."

We stared at the ceiling. Yeah, it was complicated. My dad wasn't just anyone. I didn't want to be part of his world. I didn't want any involvement with him, but still, I was his son. I just tried to show him some respect.

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Casey POV 

I saw a stack of newspapers next to where I was sitting. After dropping me off here, the woman named Sherly followed Noah into a room. Were they dating? But Sherly looks older than Noah. I picked up a newspaper. I looked at what was written there. Fear and boredom were taking over, so I had to find a way to chase them off.

"Peter Adam?" I mumbled.

I was reading an article about the Mayor of Woods Town. The name sounded familiar. Right as I was reading it, Noah came out of the room. He looked at me. His steps suddenly quickened towards me. He snatched the newspaper I was reading. It hit me then, the guy in the newspaper looked just like Noah.

"You're the mayor's son?"

"None of your business."

Noah sat beside me. He lit a cigarette. I didn't understand why I was here. But it was true, I'd almost forgotten about Anthony, replaced by fear and curiosity.

"What are we going to do?" I asked. "I mean. You said you'd help me with my problem."

"Your problem? You're just heartbroken. Not a serious issue. You just need to get revenge."

"How?"

Noah took a drag from his cigarette. He was handsome, but the vibe he gave off made me scared.

"Send him the same kind of video he made with that other woman."

"I have to hook up with a stranger just to get revenge?" This was a crazy idea. "No way."

"Then just deal with it and accept the fact that you're not more interesting than your boyfriend's side chick."

What the hell was that?! I wanted to get even, but I didn't want to do something insane. I grew even more agitated. My phone rang again. I looked at the screen. My mom was calling me. This was bad. She couldn't know I was with Noah, or she'd kill me.

"Can I go into your room?" I blurted out.

Noah didn't answer, but I had to answer my mom's call immediately. I rushed to that room. Sherly had just come out. I saw white, liquid-like stains on her clothes. I frowned in confusion. I let her go while I picked up the phone.

"Hey, Mom. What's up?"

"Honey, I can't come home on time. I have some things to take care of. If you want something to eat, just heat it up in the microwave. Get home soon and lock the door, okay?"

I sighed. My mom wasn't home, apparently.

"Okay, Mom. Don't worry. I'll do that."

"Where are you right now?"

"Me?" I was startled. Why was she asking? Did she know I was doing something wrong?

"Oh, I'm at campus. I'll be home soon, Mom."

"Okay, Honey. Enjoy your classes. Love you."

"Love you, Mom."

I hung up, sighing in relief that nothing bad happened. When I turned around, Noah was already beside me. He pulled my hand to the bed. Immediately, he threw me down. I was shocked. He pinned me. His eyes stared at me. This was too close. I couldn't think of anything except Noah right in front of me.

"Let's do it," Noah said.

"W-what? What are we going to do? Don't joke around."

"I'm not joking."

Noah touched my cheek. I shivered. His hand felt warm. I struggled, but it was useless.

"What are you doing, Noah?!"