~ISSA
I knew I was never going to get enough of Yulia as we both left the house.
She did not dress like a typical teenage girl- a short skirt, make up and painted nails with heels like every other teenager would have opted for.
But no.
She dressed like she was going to pick a fight. Black leather jeans that hugged her perfect legs with knee length leather boots. She had on a black V neck t shirt with a black leather jacket that I knew belonged to my sister. I could still smell Marianna’s scent on that jacket.
It made me feel a little guilty because of what Yulia and I had just done in the living room and several times in the bathroom.
I was supposed to be protecting and guarding her like a father but here I was picturing her soft apple shaped ass in my head. I was fighting the ultimate urge to pull her back upstairs, tear off her clothes and bend her over while I rammed my cock into her until I lost my mind and passed out from pleasure.
“Wow, we are going on that?” She asked excitedly.
It was my limited edition Ducati scrambler motorcycle. Sleek and colored black with a mixture of gray. I handed her my helmet and put on dark shades that covered my eyes. It was a full helmet with hard tinted glass visors.
I wanted to show her another side of me- the wild side. I got on the bike and she climbed on after me, wrapping her arms around my torso as I felt the soft feel of her breasts on my back. I had chosen this mode of transportation on purpose.
It was so I could feel her body on mine as I sped through the streets. I wanted to go crazy as she held on tight. It was going to be hard concentrating on the night road with the way she was holding on to me but it was also going to be worth it.
I started the bike and gently twisted the throttle and we surged forward gently until we were out of the gates. I increased the speed as we got on the open road.
The vibrations of the motorcycle reverberated through Yulia and I as I weaved deftly between cars and trailers. It was dangerous, fast and exhilarating.
I slowed to a stop as we got to the destination. It was where I was meant to see Thaddeus McPherson- Pete’s father.
It was a nightclub called The Clit. It was a terrible name for a club and a lazy attempt at creativity. There was a purple neon sign with a lewd depiction of a clitoris that blinked severally. This was just poor marketing.
“The Clit?” Yulia asked with an amused frown as she pulled off her helmet.
“Anything to sell sex,” I said with a shrug.
I took the helmet from her and placed it on the motorhome seat.
“Let’s go inside,” I took her hands gently and we walked to the entrance.
“Is your bike safe here?” She asked worriedly because the streets were empty except for the two bouncers at the entrance of the club.
The Clit was an exclusive club and very private, so there were no people lined up outside waiting to get inside.
This place operated strictly by invitation only.
The two bouncers were big and looked Russian. They had mean angry expressions as we approached them.
“State your business,” One of them said in a thick Russian accent.
“I am here to see the Swine,” I replied.
That was the name Thaddeus went by in the underworld of crime.
“Does he want to see you?” The second one asked in a threatening tone.
“I would assume so,” I replied. “He was pretty adamant about me coming to see him.”
The first bouncer moved closer to the second one and whispered something in his ear. The second bouncer’s eyes widened in fear.
“You must be The Lycan,” The second bouncer said with a small hint of mockery. “You broke the arm of our boss’s son. Foolish of you to actually come here.”
I scoffed at their stupidity. They had no idea what was going to go down here tonight. It was funny how a lot of people underestimated me.
“I could just turn around and be on my way then,” I replied with a shrug. “I am not really eager to see your boss either.”
They both frowned from my reply. One of them opened the door. “Get in, he is expecting you.”
“But she stays,” The first one said as he eyed Yulia hungrily.
“You mind looking me in the eye and saying that again?” I asked as I called on Iran to show himself.
The first bouncer arrogantly made eye contact with me as a smirk appeared on his face. Before he could speak, I mentally projected his future to him through Iran’s eyes and his smirk disappeared, replaced with fear.
But he quickly recovered and cleared his throat before he mumbled.
“In, you go.”
We entered The Clit and the sound of loud music assailed our ears as the metal door slammed shut behind us. The outside world and the two soon to be dead bouncers, totally forgotten.
“What just happened?” Yulia asked and I knew that she saw the exchange of something pass between the first bouncer and I.
“I showed him his fate,” I told her.
“What did you show him?” Yulia asked curiously.
“How he was going to die,” I replied as we walked to the open space of the well furnished night club.
“You can do that? Show people their future?”
“No, just how they die,” I replied.
It was one of my hidden Lycan abilities. The Death Glare.
The club was packed up with people dancing and filled up with all sorts of illicit drugs in their bloodstreams. I held Yulia firmly as we passed through throngs of gyrating and swaying bodies under the influence of alcohol and pills.
We made it to a private booth and we both sat down close to each other. We watched everything for a while before Yulia asked.
“What now?”
“We wait,” I said.
I was already sensing that tonight was going to be filled with nothing but blood… and pain.