Dark Wails by Misty Cogburn (poetry books to read txt) 📕

Yet, to my surprise a large cheshire grin broke out across his face, "Not one to beat on the bush, eh?" the Don asked with a comfortable laugh.

I paused at his use of the expression, only then noticing the slight accent the other used, and the distinct features surrounding his dark chocolate eyes.

"Well fine… I will cut my chase," the Don replied with another incorrect euphemism.

Very slightly the large grin on the other's face dimmed, as the Don's eyes grew serious on the matter of their discussion.

"I wish for you to marry into the family," he said with a knowing look.

As if he knew… Yeah right, as if the shit-eating prick could ever know the truth.

There are just some things even a fruity fucking-mafia Godfather could never know.

Feeling dread beginning to pool in my gut, I looked sharply at the man.

However, with a breezy air the Don reclined back into a more comfortable position.

Rather than stand to wait on my answer, he leaned back against the corner of a nearby chair, studying the expression on of shock on my face with intent, but kind, eyes.

I wasn't sure just what to say to the Don, refusing his offer would be an insult, but… I couldn't marry whatever woman it was he had in mind for me to wed.

Slowly but surely, I felt a chill of panic beginning to spread through the upper part of my chest, how could I say no?

What's the politest way to say not just no, but Hell No?

Especially to a man who could slaughter your entire family with clean hands, and not even loose a wink of sleep over it the next night?

All of a sudden I realized just how bad tonight was going to get…

… Well shit… I thought, visibly sullen.

Maybe it was the chanting roar of a blood thirsty crowd… or maybe it was the underlining promise of violence soon to ensue?

Who knows? Either way, as sick as it was, it really got my blood going…

That blood lust was about the only thing I enjoyed in this club… that and the money I could rake in at the end of the day…

Other than that I hated this place, I hated the noise of the crowd, I hated having to fight for money … but oh man…. how I loved the sound of crunching bones and the taste of my opponent's blood on my fists.

I loved the thrill… the adrenaline rush of a fight…

Nothing came close to the intricate beauty of the fallen patterns of sprayed blood!

My heart raced erratically in my chest as I felt my inner demon beginning stir…

He laughed as they removed the loser of the last match from his fallen place in the ring, thrumming inside me as he saw the blood in the sand.

Above where he had fallen my own opponent now stood, mic in hand about to begin a rant of some worthless shit-talk.

Feeling evil, I timed my entrance just right to interrupt the fool…

Just as Rex began to speak to the crowd, Tainted Love began to play, and I made my way down to the auditorium's ring.

The ramp was steep, it gave the audience the impression I was stomping my way down to the ring, when in reality I was trying to stay balanced.

It was all part of the show, besides the blood it was all an act…

The music plowed its heavy beat throughout the club, it's opening announcing me to the audience, who erupted with screams.

There was nothing quite like the blood hungry fans the club's arena.

I strutted down the path with a wide open gait, going with the beat of the music.

Not surprised as frantic hands began to caress my body after the lights were dimmed.

As Manson began to scream the club went dark, pitch-black, with an exploding crowd full of cheers and taunts alike.

None here had any concept of what money meant for those who had none, this club attracted more than a few unsavory characters.

The club preyed on others … but work was work, I resolved myself.

Lights flickered in all different shades and hues around me as I elbowed my way through the annoying crowd to get down to the auditorium's ring.

Yet, I stopped short when something caught my eye…

Halfway down the ramp I saw someone I recognized in the crowd.

A slim blonde in a tiny sequined gown…

Even over the blaring music I could hear her screams of adoration.

My Number One Favorite Fan cried out to me in the darkness of the auditorium.

She stood on the very edge of the crowd, screaming, desperately trying to touch me as I walked passed where she stood.

Seeing her there, I thought back to that flash of pink underwear… and suddenly I was hit with an idea that put a smirk across my face.

I was in a desperate situation, determined to prove how unwed-able I was…

I felt I owed M#1FF one for her actions earlier, Plus she could be of help in my situation, I decided cruelly.

Best way out of an engagement?…Be caught with another woman…

Acting before I thought, high on my adrenaline rush… I grabbed a fistful of the girl's long blonde hair, and crashed my lips to hers.

She stood there shocked, so astounded she dropped her gum into my mouth.

Then like a blaze she woke, passionately clutching to any part of me she could reach.

Hot and wet, our tongues met heavily as I nipped at her lower lip, puncturing it between my teeth as I plucked her from the crowd, enjoying the taste of blood and her strawberry-gum on my lips…

She gasped as I lifted her from her feet, but instantly she straddled my waist; her pointed heels digging into the bare flesh of my back.

M#1FF didn't bother to ask questions; with the fervor of a true fan she ground her ass on my crotch, her nails clutching me in desperation.

I held her by the meat of her ass, deepening our kiss with my pierced tongue.

She suckled on my tongue, stealing back her gum as I carried the two of us down the ramp-way thrusting forward with every step downwards.

Lost in the song we dry fucked to the beat and Mason's screams.

M#1FF's delicate fingers trailed down my chest, circling the perk of my nipples, before going down to my navel.

She moaned against my lips, her soft hazel eyes half lidded with her want.

I carried her to the outer edge of the ring, and then broke our kiss.

Blowing a heated breath down her neck and brushing the column of her throat with my nose, before I planted my face between her breasts.

Screaming along with Manson as I shook my head between her breasts, laughing as the crowd roared in favor.

I slipped a hand beneath the hem of her dress, grasping her underwear in my hand, and tore the lacy thong from her ass as I lowered her back to the ground.

Her high heels met the sand with trembling knees, nearly too weak to support her, as she stood there in awe of me…

Almost instantly M#1FF's knees gave out and she sank to the sandy bottom of the outer portion of the ring, her hands trailing a long-slide down my sides and toned stomach as she slowly sank.

She left long red-welts down my front as her sharp nails dug into my skin.

The beautiful blonde's hands paused at the reveling edge of my boxers' elastic hem as she stared intently at the tat just below my navel.

She looked questionably at the thin lining of bandages around by middle, before she licked her lips and looked up at me with large wanton eyes.

My injuries weren't any of her business, she wordlessly accepted that, and I felt my preference of her grow because of it…

Like she promised earlier, M#1FF rushed forward to the lick the fanged bat beneath my navel, her hands quickly working to undo the studded green-belt around my waist.

With practiced hands she tugged at my black cargo shorts, but I fisted her hair, keeping her at arms length as she all but tried to crawl back up me…

She wasn't one to ask questions, but she wasn't a girl who had any qualms about fucking me right here in front of the audience.

Scott probably wouldn't care, but I damn for sure did…

The audience was ecstatic, thinking it was some type of S&M show as M#1FF whimpered at my feet, begging for only a touch of my hand.

She was like some type of insistent child crying for candy in the middle of the store...

M#1FF grabbed a hold of my calf-high combat boots, refusing to let go.

I leaned down with my hand around her throat, once more I clashed our faces together painfully, and she cried out against my lips.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, but I detangled them easily.

I left her there in the sand, panting, staring after me like I was some type of god.

Yet, I made sure to leave her pink-lacey thong hanging visibly from my pocket as I stepped in the ring, sliding between the thick ropes like a pro.

The crowd roared all around me as the women shrieked in rage about not being chosen by THE Akuma.

Even the men gave out calls, their fists hammering in the air, everyone was pumped at the show of violence and sex, but I ignored them all.

I ignored M#1FF as a security guard helped her back to her seat; the poor girl was so astonished she could hardly walk.

Once more I felt guilty about the girl, but I knew if I did anymore it would only raise unwanted questions from the people around us.

I had gone all out tonight from my music, to showing off all the ink of my torso's tats, my eyes were lined and my nails painted black… and I had half-fucked a poor girl on my way down to the ring in front of an entire audience.

I decided easily, If any of me stills screamed marriage-material, then that Don had some fucked up views of what his poor little girl should marry…

The Don had immediately asked for my reply…

Yet, thankfully, we had been interrupted; it had been almost time for the show to start…

Boss Man Scottie was a lot of things, but he was never one to put favors before money; even if that favor was to a Godfather.

I knew without asking it was that fucker's fault the Don seemed to know so much about me… anything had a price with Scott; even information on his fighters.

Knowing it was that short little-bastard's fault I'd been put into that position, I felt my hatred of this club broil over.

I wondered how much they really knew…

Even that slime-ball couldn't have known, so there's no way that piece of shit Don knows anything, I tried to reassure myself.

I had put on an air of false confidence as I neared the locker room.

Waltzing into the locker room of buff naked-men and random assortments of ball-sacks and bare asses, I thought about my situation.

If there was some way I could slip away from the club without being seen, I'm sure I could avoid a few fights and maybe the Don would give up?

No, I'd look like a pussy running away like that… I sighed heavily.

Ignoring the strange looks I got from the others, I went to my locker morosely.

At times like this I really wish