The Strongest Hit.

Chapter 3: Release Me

Justin's POV:
I was seething.
Every muscle in my body was tense and coiled as I peeled out the the club's parking lot.
I wanted to turn my car around and go right back into the club.
It wasn't enough to just "lights out" Asher Monti.
I wanted to slowly make him suffer.
To think he could play with me?
Get his girl to drug me?
I may be crazy, but I ain't stupid.
I saw the whole thing go down between them.
And I knew he was a dirty fighter anyway.
What I didn't know was that he liked to abuse women.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no Angel.
I'll hump and dump without a second look back, but I don't put hands on a chick.
When I saw him choking his girl, a new rage was born inside of me.
Without thinking, my body reacted.
My feet barley touching the ground as I rushed to stop him.
I saw his leg cock back, about to kick her...
Then I blacked out.
When the rage comes, it overtakes everything.
He was unconscious with one hit.
And I was left wanting more.
I couldn't even be mad at the girl who's job was to drug me.
Damaged recognizes damaged.
And baby girl was damaged goods.
What shocked me the most, was she wasn't afraid of me.
Her man put his hands on her and she was still talking shit to me.
After I saved her, she gave me heat for calling her baby girl.
She was a fucking conundrum.
And for some reason, her pretty little face pissed me off.
And I hoped to never see her again.
Asher Monti on the other hand, I was going to ruin him.
I'd make it my mission to get him into the cage.
And once he was there...he wouldn't be coming back.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter just thinking about slowly choking him, the way he laid hands on her.
Then I would break his legs as a parting gift.
I just had to be patient.
So I lit a blunt and turned up the music and drove, but the weed wasn't helping.
I needed a release.
And that meant fuck or fight, so unless I wanted to beat the shit out of a random stranger...
Fucking it was.
I grabbed my phone and began to scroll.
Who likes it rough and fast?
There was Naughty Nikki, she was a biter.
But she probably had her kid tonight.
I could call Flexie Lexie, that chick was a walking kama sutra book.
But she kinda freaked me out, being all double jointed and shit.
I bet Purrs like Kitty would be up still.
Taylor was always down for rough and quick.
I'd just have to deal with her freaking cat sounding moans.
As I hit her number, I mentally reminded myself to buy ear plugs for the next time I'd fuck her.
One ring was all it took.
"Bizzzzzzle I was just thinking about you"
She was already purring and I already wanted her to shut the fuck up.
"Good. Because I'm 5 minutes away.
So be a good girl and have that pussy warmed up for me."
This was going to be a fast transaction.
I was in no mood to drag through mindless foreplay.
"Don't you want to be the one to get me wet?"
I was about to tell her to fuck off.
So help me God, if she purred one more damn time.
"What part of have your shit wet don't you understand?
In fact, make sure your naked and on all fours waiting for me."
Then I hung up.
A cruel twisted smile formed on my lips as I took one last drag of the blunt.
I wasn't a nice guy, but these bitches weren't your girl next door type anyway.
They would do anything for my dick, and they did.
And just like I demanded, I walked into Taylor's apartment to find her naked and waiting on all fours.
"Good girl, Tay", I whispered as I slid my shirt and pants off of my body.
"Now play with that pussy while I put this condom on."
I could tell that she wanted to suck my dick, but she knew better right now.
I watched her fingers as they began to rub frantically on her clit.
3 strokes and I was hard.
I gave her no warning as I buried myself into her from behind.
Doggie style with Tay was mediocre at best.
For one her ass was way to bony, but her cat moans were muffled by the pillow.
So in the end, it was a win win for me.
15 minutes later, I was zipping up my jeans and heading for the door.
"Bizzle your lucky you have a fantastic dick, because I don't like to be used like this!"
As I put my ball cap back over my messy hair, I turned around and gave her my signature wink.
"Yes you do. And your welcome."
And I was gone.
The dash on my car read 4am.
I should just go home and crash, but the images of Asher with his hands around baby girl came flashing back into my mind.
And I could taste the blood as I bit into my bottom lip.
Fucking miss kitty cat didn't do the trick.
I needed to punch someone or something.
Luckily I always had my gym bag in the trunk.
I guess I'd be hitting the bag at O'Malley's gym.
The old man who owned it had taken a liking to me.
He said I reminded him of himself when he was younger.
He was a boxer or some shit back in the day.
I was just happy for the key he gave me.
I've been using his place to let off steam when I can't sleep.
Just me and the punching bag.
It was my own form of church.
The only penance I could get.