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4 Characters Here
Kittrina Del [718] "A horse is poetry in motion."
Nikota D'Angelo [695] I have confidence, when my scars are covered.
Jessie Blackburn [653] Hate to break it to you sweetheart but i'm only going to break your heart.
Damien Fox [639] "I owe the D'Angelo's more than I could ever repay them."
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Jessie caught up with her quickly like she'd expected him to, and threw an arm over her shoulders possessively, making her smirk as they made their way through the party. They talked to a few people, catching up with people who used to frequent their parties all the time, or people Jessie used to do business with. She didn't miss the way he rerouted the conversation everytime it turned to Alicia and Sydney, but soon, she'd had enough to drink, she'd completely forgotten about it.
At some point, the two of them had ended up on one of the couches, her in his lap, straddling him, and they'd been there for a while, smoking, shooting up, and making out. She finished off a bottle of vodka when he pressed his lips against hers again and Kitty kissed him back, leaning into it, moaning softly against his lips before he pulled away and took a hit of his joint, passing it off to her.
She took a long hit, holding his eyes before pressing her lips against his again and blowing the smoke into his mouth with a smirk against his lips. She pulled back, taking another hit, finishing it off before flicking it away and blowing her smoke off to the side as she smirked down at him. "J." She whispered as she leaned down and kissed his jaw, moving her lips along it and down his neck, slipping her hands up under his shirt as she kissed him. "Shoot me up." She whispered with a wicked grin against his skin. She could do it herself, but she wanted him to do it. She'd had a lot already, but she wanted a little more before they finally left the party to spend the rest of the night upstairs in bed together.
Damien could tell he'd said or did something wrong when she spun around in his arms and glared at him. “Don’t do that.” She spat, and he sighed, not sure what she meant, but not sure it was worth it to ask. He was losing her again already. He could see that much. “Nothing’s wrong.” She said, and though it was perfect, he knew it was a lie. Something was up. He knew her well enough to know that. But he also knew her well enough to know that, if she didn't want to tell her something, there was no forcing her. “I’m just tired and tired of being sober.” She said and he nodded, deciding not to push, afraid it would turn into a fight.
D watched her as she lit hi a cigarette and then lit herself one before letting it hang silent between them as they both smoked and held each other's eyes. “Now if you're done interrogating me.” She said bitchily and he rolled his eyes, wanting to tell her he wasn't interrogating, he was just worried, but deciding to drop it. “I’m going to shoot up, you're welcome to join me… Unless of course you're too much of a pussy.” She smirked, challengingly and he smirked back and rolled his eyes.
He took a drag off his cigarette before grabbing her arm and pulling her quickly through the party, out to the back patio where some people were sitting around on the patio furniture shooting up. He sat in one of the chairs and pulled her down, in his lap kissing her lips while his hands got a needle ready and pressed it against the inside of his elbow. "Just because I haven't been fucked up in a while, doesn't mean I'm a pussy." He smirked against her lips as he shot the drug into his veins and them got a second needle ready, pressing it against her elbow while he kissed along her jaw and neck, but holding it there, teasingly. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against him as he kissed along her collarbone before finally sliding the needle into her skin and shooting her up, smirking against her skin.
She watched him take a drag from his cigarette, knowing he couldn’t back down from a challenge, especially when it was her challenging him. She knew exactly how to get him to break and push all his buttons. He grabbed her arm and she smirked wickedly as he drug her through the party and out to the back patio. Where there were other’s shooting up, he sat down pulling her down with him. He kissed her and his hands were elsewhere, but she wasn’t paying much attention to anything else but his lips.
"Just because I haven't been fucked up in a while, doesn't mean I'm a pussy." he smirked against her lips and she pulled back, realizing what he was doing and she watched him and for some reason it killed her to watch him do that to himself and she winced as the needle went into his skin.
She watched him get a second needle ready and she knew it was for her and that was alright, because it was okay for her to destroy herself, she deserved it. She tried to push the thought from he pressed it against her elbow feeling the familiar cold steel against her skin. She closed her eyes as he kissed along her jaw and neck, she let out a soft moan, because it felt incredible. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her tighter against him. His lips started to trace her collarbone and she wanted him so bad it hurt, she couldn’t focus on anything but them He slid the needle into her skin causing her to let out a deep moan, because she hadn’t had anything that strong in quite some time.
She repositioned herself so she was straddling him as she pressed her lips to his and kissed him hard, slipping her tongue past his lips. Her lips left his as she trailed along his jaw, slipping her hands under his shirt and running her fingertips, softly down his chest. Her lips paused at his ear and she pulled away, though her lips still grazing his ear.
“You’re still a pussy.” She smirked wickedly. “Jamie turned you into one.” She said with a dangerous tone to her voice, like she was challenging him to be his real self. She’d seen it once, that night in the barn when he’d slapped her, the was the old Damien, the Damien her father had saved and she knew it was a mix of the drugs and her own guilt for wanting to bring that side of him out. She sat back holding his eyes for a moment, trying to read him, but she had a feeling he had a good handle on his emotions and she’d just brush off her comment.
Jessie wasn’t paying attention to anyone around them, his soul focus was on her, which was weird because he was high as fuck and normally, Kitty was having to pull him off of girls. He wasn’t sure what it was and maybe it was the simple fact that he’d really almost lost her, that was keeping him so focused on her. He watched her take a long hit from his joint. He smirked as she lend in pressing her lips to his and blowing the smoke into his mouth. He blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth casually as if he’d been the one smoking.
He kept his eyes on her as she pulled back and took another hit. He took a swig of the beer in his hand as she finished of her joint and flicked it away. He ran his free hand through his hair as he took his eyes off of her and glanced around the party. His eyes immediately landing on Coleta, lend against the wall across the room from him and Kitty, just watching them and he rolled his eyes. He knew she wasn’t going to give up until she’d convinced him into bed with her again.
"J." Kitty’s voice was a whisper and if the drugs hadn’t made his senses hyper-active he wouldn’t have heard her call him.
His eyes flicked back to her quickly as she lend in a kissed his jaw and he was glad she hadn’t seen who he was just looking at. She moved her lips along his neck and he smirked glancing back to Coleta as if showing her he wasn’t going to downgrade from Kitty to her. Her hands slipped under his shirt and he groaned, because her touch was setting his whole body on fire as she kissed him.
"Shoot me up." He smirked when he heard that and he swiftly moved him, setting her down on the couch as he stood in front of her, his hands on the back of the couch on either side of her as he lend in and kissed her hard, before pulling away, though his lips barely grazing hers he held her eyes, with his deep blue ones.
“As you wish princess.” He whispered darkly, giving her is famously charming smirk. He turned around grabbing a new needle off the table and filling it with the dark liquid, before turning back to her and kneeling in front of her. “You got me on one keen twice for you in the past twenty-four hours.” He smirked wickedly. “That’s gotta be some kind of record.” he said keeping his eyes on her and placing the needle to the inside of her elbow, but not pushing it in just yet, almost teasing her. “This shits gonna to fuck you up.” He whispered before finally sliding the needle in.
Jessie didn't waste time. He moved her quickly off his lap, standing in front of her and she smirked up at him wickedly as he placed a hand on the either side of the couch behind her, boxing her in. He leaned down and kissed her hard and she kissed back, placing her hands on either side of his face and kissing hard before he pulled back enough that he could hold her eyes, but his lips were still tantalizingly close, making it hard as fuck not to reach out and bring him back to her for more or fidget and show him how anxious she was.
“As you wish princess.” He whispered darkly, smirking at her and she grinned wickedly and watched him turn and fill a needle before turning back around, kneeling in front of her. “You got me on one knee twice for you in the past twenty-four hours.” He smirked and she held his eyes and tried not to think about how badly she wanted him to put the needle in her already, forcing herself to focus on his words. “That’s gotta be some kind of record.” He said and finally placed the needle against her skin, making her bite her lip and moan, expecting him to shoot her up, but he didn't. He held it there against her skin, teasingly, making her smirk as she held his eyes, biting her lip so hard she drew blood to keep from begging. “This shit's gonna fuck you up.” He whispered and, just as she'd been starting to think the whole situation felt way too similar to Marco or Sam, he slid the needle into her skin.
Whatever he'd given her was strong, and it felt more than incredible as it filled her veins, making her close her eyes and rest her head against the back of the couch with a deep moan, loving the way the drug felt as it made it's way through her system before reaching out and grabbing his shirt in one hand and pulling his lips hard against hers, slipping her tongue past his lips as she kissed him, releasing her grip on his shirt to slide her fingers down his chest, slipping them under his shirt and tracing circles along the waistline of his jeans teasingly. "Ready to go upstairs and fuck your wife?" Kitty smirked against his lips as she kissed him harder.
Damien smirked against her skin when she moaned, clearly enjoying the drug as much as he was. She quickly moved herself in his lap so she was straddling him and he instantly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tighter to him and she leaned down and kissed him hard and he kissed her back, one hand at the back of her neck as he kissed her. Her lips started to trace his jaw and her hands slid under his shirt, making him groan as her fingers ran down his chest, setting his whole body on fire, the drugs making it feel impossibly good.
Her lips paused by his ear and he smirked, knowing she was going to speak and, somehow, before she'd even said anything, that it'd piss him off. “You’re still a pussy.” She smirked wickedly and he rolled his eyes. “Jamie turned you into one.” She tone so dangerously taunting it made his jaw clench tightly and he had to look away as she leaned back a little in his lap to watch him, knowing she was just doing it to get a rise out of him. And he was normally good at surprising his anger. But whatever he'd had was strong. And he'd never been able to control his temper when he was fucked up.
So, before he realized what was happening, one hand shot up and wrapped around her throat tightly and he turned back to glare at her. "Yeah?" He spat, holding her eyes, constricting her air some with a smirk as he used his grip on her neck to pull her closer. So his face was centimeters from hers. "Fuck you Niki, you and I both know I didn't take Jamie's shit." He spat, before smirking and pulling her forward again so her lips were against his, kissing her hard, not letting go of her throat as he slipped his tongue past her lips. "Jamie's history, you know that." He said against her lips before moving his kiss teasingly along her jaw. "So there's no point in bringing her up anymore." He whispered against her skin before finally releasing his grip on her neck, allowing her to fully breathe again, but he didn't stop kissing her, just wrapped that arm around her waist and used it to pull her even closer as he kissed along her neck, where he'd just held her, his other hand rubbing her thigh, thumb tracing the edge of her dress teasingly.
She watched him and for a long moment she was convinced he wasn’t going to do anything and she’d simply just made him made enough to ignore her. She tensed when his hand wrapped around her neck too quickly for her to dodge. He turned back to her and she smirked when she saw the look in his eyes.
"Yeah?" he spat and as much as she should have been terrified of him, she wasn’t, she just held his eyes, keeping a smirk on her lips even as his grip tighten on her neck, she didn’t so much as wince, because it was nothing compared to the things Joey and Marco had done to her. He used his grip on her neck to pull her close, so their faces were centimeters apart. "Fuck you Niki, you and I both know I didn't take Jamie's shit."
A smirk came to his lips and it made her shiver, because she knew he wasn’t going to hurt her, he was just proving a point and if she was being completely honest with herself it was turning her on. He pulled her forward again this time so there lips were touching, though his grip didn’t loosen around her neck as he kissed her hard, slipping his tongue past her lips and if she had any extra air in her lungs, she would have moaned.
"Jamie's history, you know that." he spoke against her lips, causing her to bite her lip and look away. His lips started to trace along her jaw and she closed her eyes, trying to forget she was quickly running out of air and starting to feel light headed. "So there's no point in bringing her up anymore." he whispered against her skin, finally releasing her neck and air rushed back into her lungs and if he hadn’t have been kissing her she would have gasped for air, but his lips on her skin made her forget she couldn’t breathe.
He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close and kissing along her neck causing her to moan deeply, despite the fact that there were other people around them, she didn’t care. His lips traced the red around her neck where his hand had just been causing her to shiver as his other had rubbed her thigh and his thumb traced the edge of her dress driving her crazy. She pressed her lips roughly against his kissing him hard, for a long moment, before finally pulling away and shoving him back as she stood up in front of him looking down at him.
“Yeah, your right.” She said harshly. “She is history. But that doesn’t change the fact that her name is still tattooed on you.” She spat harshly, Jamie wasn’t the problem, in fact Niki was still bother by the girl she’d seen him with in the kitchen, Jamie was just an easier target. “Fuck you Damien.” She said glaring at him. “Why don’t you go find that bitch from earlier.” She said grabbing one of the bottle’s of open alcohol, taking a swig from it, wincing because something about it tasted off, but she ignored it, downing a good amount of it, before her eyes were back on Damien. “I’m sure she’d love to fuck you and she looked like she’d be pretty damn good at it too!” she was practically yelling at this point. “Have a nice fucking night babe.” She spat before pouring the remaining liquid in the bottle on him and slipping inside quickly before he could catch her knowing he’d be livid and might just beat the shit out of her if he caught her.
She made her way through the house, staring to feel dizzy and her vision was starting to blur and she knew it was whatever had been in that drink. She felt someone grab her wrist and quickly cover her mouth with her hand before dragging her into the nearest room and shoving her in. Her heart was racing in her chest, it wasn’t Damien, she knew his touch, it wasn’t him. Tears ran down her cheeks, without her knowing and even in the darkness of the room, as she heard the door being locked, she knew who it was.
“Well, I thought I’d never get you alone.” He voice only confirmed her fears and she tried her best to focus, through her blurred vision, but she couldn’t. “I missed you babe.” His voice was dark and dangerous and she heard the smirk in his voice.
“Joey, How did you?” She whispered, finding herself sobering up quickly, because of the adrenaline that was racing through her body. She was trapped, Joey was smart enough that he’d dragged her into a room no one would look in and he’d obviously been watching which meant he was careful to make sure no one was watching.
“Please, Nik.” He said and he heard him walking towards her but she was frozen. “Sam had me follow you guys.” he said. “It wasn’t all that hard, having a party like this. Isn’t exactly hiding now is it?”
Jessie watched her for a long moment, knowing that the drugs were getting to her and he smirked wickedly. Being at the party, the two of them getting high. He could almost believe that no had ever happened and they were there old selves again, because it felt so much like the first year they’d spent together, he could forget all the bad and it felt good.
He lit himself a cigarette as he stayed knelt in front of he, waiting for her to open her eyes again, because he knew that they’d be doing next. He placed the cigarette between his lips and filled another needle for himself. He placed the needle to his skin, sliding it in and wincing.
“Fuck” he breathed, glancing up, but she hadn’t heard him over the music. He’d blown vein, his arm was killing him, but he ignored the excruciating pain as he pulled the needle out and quickly found another vein, once the drug hit his system, it had taken away the pain in his arm. Kitty grabbed his shirt and pulled his lips to hers and he smirked wickedly against her lips, slipping her tongue past his lips and he placed his hand on the back of her neck holding her in the kiss. He shivered as he fingers slide down his chest. Her fingers started to trace circles along the waistline of his laughed.
"Ready to go upstairs and fuck your wife?" He matched her smirk as their lips pressed together again and he kissed her hard, standing up and leaning over her never breaking the kiss. Finally he pulled away and grabbed her wrist pulling her to his chest wrapping an arm around her waist.
“I’ve been waiting all night for you to say that.” He whispered, pressing his lips to her neck, before leaning down a bit and sweeping her of her feet with a smirk as he carried her up the stairs and into their bedroom, tossing her down on the bed, before going back over to lock the door and slipping off his shirt.
There was a shooting pain in his chest and if his back wouldn’t have been facing Kat, she’d have seen him wince from the pain. He still hadn’t fully recovered from the car accident. His heart and lungs were still incredibly weak and the massive amount of drugs he’d been consuming all night, were bringing out his weaknesses, but he didn’t’ want Kat to know and Jessie was used to pain, so by the time he turned around, he had a smirk on his face. He walked back over to the bed, climbing over her and kissing her lips.
Kitty felt him smirk against her lips as he kissed her back hard, standing, causing her to tilt her head back as he did, so their lips wouldn't part even once, not about to be the first to end the kiss. Eventually, he pulled away from her and grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling her close quickly and wrapping an arm around her, making her smirk up at him. “I’ve been waiting all night for you to say that.” He whispered, making her shiver as he brought his lips down on her neck before leaning lower and swiping her legs out from under her, lifting her in his arms. Kitty kissed his jaw and neck as he carried her upstairs and into their bedroom.
He tossed her onto the bed and she smirked and sat up on her elbows some to watch him as he went over to the door to lock it and take his shirt off. He hesitated, tensing ever so slightly. She saw it for just a second, but she was so fucked up on whatever he'd given her, she didn't really think much of it, and pushed it out of her mind as he turned back to her and walked back over to her, climbing over her and kissing her.
Kitty kissed him back, heart racing as she slid her hand up under her dress and pulled the gun he'd given her from where it had been attached to the inside of her thigh, smirking against his lips as she held it for a second. "Looks like I didn't need this after all." She whispered as she kissed along his jaw and neck before tossing it onto the nightstand and wrapping her legs around him, hooking her fingers in his belt loops, using them to flip him so he was on his back and she was over him. Kitty grinned wickedly down at him as she pulled her dress off over her head and tossed it away before leaning down over him, kissing his lips with a moan and moving hot, quick kisses along his neck and then lower, across his chest.
Damien knew they were going to fight. He'd fucked up by letting her get to him. But the drugs in his system made it hard to care. Especially when she moaned and kissed him back roughly for a long time. Before suddenly, she pulled away abruptly and stood, pushing him back as she did so. He was tempted to reach out and pull her back down, refuse to let her get away, but he just sat there and watched her as she stood and glared down at him.
“Yeah, you're right.” She spat and he wasn't fooled. He knew her well enough to know there was sarcasm coming. Niki didn't admit to other people being right. Ever. He just hoped, whatever it was, it wasn't enough to make him want to hurt her. Because he was afraid he might if she pushed him too far. “She is history. But that doesn’t change the fact that her name is still tattooed on you.” She spat and he rolled his eyes, wanting to know what the real problem was, because he could tell just by looking at her, it wasn't Jamie. She knew him and Jamie were over. So something else had to be bothering her and he wanted to know what.
“Fuck you Damien. Why don’t you go find that bitch from earlier?” She said and that made him raise his eyebrows as he watched her grab a bottle of alcohol. So that was the problem? Some girl he'd talked to for a total of twenty minutes? He hadn't even touched her or kissed her. Just talked! That pissed him off, and he was about to start shouting, but he watched the way she winced as she took a drink from the bottle, but not like it burned. More like it tasted funny. And that managed to register in his drugged head as a warning, but before he had the chance to figure out what of, she was talking again, making him angry all over again. “I’m sure she’d love to fuck you and she looked like she’d be pretty damn good at it too! Have a nice fucking night babe.” She practically screamed before pouring the remains of her bottle on him and stalking off.
Damien stood quickly and was about to bolt after her when a hand on his arm turned him and he found he was looking into the girls eyes from earlier. Cynthia. "Looks like you're done playing babysitter." She smirked, jerking her head towards where Niki had stalked off. He shook his head and shook her off but she came closer, pressing one hand against his cheek as she leaned in and kissed him.
But the kiss only lasted a second. He wished he could be the one to say he'd pulled away, but she had, looking him over with eyebrows raised. "What the fuck did she dump all over you?" She asked, wiping her lips like the kiss had tasted awful and that confused him.
"Just some liquor." He said as he sighed and pulled his wet shirt off, turning to move away from her so he could head up to his room and slip on a new shirt before spending the rest of the night searching for Niki and then apologizing to her.
But she grabbed his arm again. "Cynthia, I'm not in the mood-" he started.
"That wasn't just liquor. It tastes weird. There's something in it." She said before he could continue and that brought back that warning as the memory of Niki downing almost a third of the bottle in a drink replayed in his mind. It was open when she'd picked it up, but it hadn't been sitting there when they sat down.
"Fuck." He breathed. "I have to find her." He said, shaking his head. What if he couldn't? He pushed the thought away as he turned away from the girl and started to push through people looking for her frantically. If he couldn't find her, he'd find Kitty and Jessie and they'd help him find her. He'd find her. He hadn't gone through hell to get her back just to lose her so quickly again.
He reached out and grabbed Niki’s wrist pulling her too him roughly, but she couldn’t fight him. She was paralyzed with fear, but not for herself, she was scared of what Joey would do to Damien. He entire body was tingling and she felt lightheaded, like she was going to pass out and if Joey didn’t have an arm tightly wrapped around her waist she’d probably collapse.
“There’s…something,” she tried to get out but she was having a hard to breathing or focusing on anything. “Joey…” she whispered. She felt like she was forgetting things, like where she was and why she’d been scared.
“I’m right here babe.” He whispered and she knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t fight him. He lifted her chin pressing his lips to her and she kissed him back wanting to push him away. He backed her up to the bed laying her down and climbing over him. His lips traced her jawline softly, his hand slide up her dress and slide off her underwear. She was screaming for someone to come save her and she wanted to beg him to stop, but every time she tried, nothing came out.
By the time he’d rolled off of her, Niki was too exhausted to even try and fight him, She’d sobered up somewhere in the middle, but he’d simply threatened that if she made a noise he’d kill her. Not that anyone would be able to hear her over the music. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but what she was sure of was that the bitter bitch that Damien had temporarily fixed was back and Niki felt empty all over again and a part of her wanted to blame Damien for not finding her, because it was easier that way.
Niki sat up as Joey flipped the light on and she wrapped the blanket around her. She watched him as he slipped his jeans on and pulled his shirt on. She was broken again and she was convinced there was no use in fighting him, they’d already found them, it was only a matter of time before Sam came and took them back, there was no way Jessie and Damien could fight off Marco’s army of men.
“When are they coming?” Niki asked simply. “I think Kitty has a right to kno…” before Niki could finish he slapped her so hard across the face, her neck whipped to the side and she felt blood start to drain from her nose, her eyes were watery, but she refused to cry. He kelt down in front of her grabbing her jaw roughly and forcing her to look at him.
“You don’t fucking tell anyone.” He spat harshly. “Actually, go ahead, tell all of them. You guys are fucked either way.” He smirked. “It’s easy for me to take them out Kota.” He smirked. “They don’t know I’m here and the second you tell them, I’ll kill all of you.” He shrugged. “So go ahead, be my guest.” She ripped her face away. “You can either have a these last few nights alone with that little boyfriend of yours and pretend nothing’s wrong, or tell them and I’ll kill you know.” He said walking over to the window. “I look forward to having you back Nikota.” He said darkly as he hopped out the window leaving her there alone.
He wasn’t paying much attention to what kitty was doing until he saw the shine from the gun in her hand and he smirked wickedly. He was glad she’d taken his advice and had it with her. Not that Jessie had let her out of his sight the entire night.
"Looks like I didn't need this after all." she whispered as she lips moved along his jaw and neck before she tossed the gun to the nightstand.
He smirked as she wrapped her legs around herm and flipped them so she was on top of him and he was on his back. He matched her grin with one of his own as she pulled off her dress, before kissing him again and he groaned, it felt in incredible, she moved along his jaw and neck and down his chest and he took slow, shuttering breath’s because she was literally the only girl who could drive him absolutely crazy with just a kiss.
He sat up wrapping his arms around her, tracing her collarbone slowly, leaving hot kisses behind. He slid his fingers up her spine slowly and teasingly, before unclipping her bar and sliding it off. He swiftly flipped her over on to her back, pressing his lips to her neck kissing down it slowly as his hands roamed her body freely.
“Shit.” He breathed, rolling off her and onto his back next to her. There was a sharp pain in his chest, it was killing him, he sat up debating on taking something stronger to kill the pain. “What’s the strongest drug you’ve got out there in your studio?” he asked glancing to her over his shoulder. “Don’t lie to me, I know you hide shit out there and I need it.” He said honestly. He’d just taking about the strongest does of heroine he could so he doubted anything she had would help but it was worth a try.