CHAPTER 2

Leilah stood in the kitchen making breakfast as she heard Bray emerge from the bedroom. She was completely naked except for one of his shirts that she had draped over her body. He walked up behind her and grabbed her, placing his hands on her stomach.

"Good morning, my queen." He planted a big kiss on her neck and she smiled as she nestled into him. It had been two weeks since she had participated in her first cleansing with Bray and her souvenir beer can and hubcap sat on a shelf in the kitchen that she smirked at every time looked at it. There hasn't been another cleansing since, but she was enjoying her satisfying relationship with Bray in their own little world.

"Good morning, my love. Breakfast is ready." She slipped the sunny side up eggs onto his plate with 3 slices of bacon. He rubbed her stomach again and kissed her before taking the plate to the small table that he purchased at Leilah's request. She was giving his house the woman's touch it needed to become their home and her every wish was his command.

With Bray's constant attention to her stomach, Leilah began to get a little self-conscious, but he assured her that her body was perfection in his eyes. He never expressed what his fascination was with her mid-section, but he told her it would be clear to her soon enough.

After they finished breakfast, Bray went out to go fishing with Harper and Rowan. They lived in Bray's garage on two cots with access to an outhouse behind it. They came in to the house to shower, but Bray said they liked to live a rugged life because it helps them to keep their edge. They rarely looked Leilah in the eye, but they would do anything she asked them to do. They feared and followed Bray, but they revered Leilah.

Several hours later, Bray returned from the bayou with Harper and Rowan, and day's-worth of crawfish and catfish. The men came in to Leilah wearing a pair of short black shorts and a black tank top. Bray was the only one that looked at her. Harper and Rowan kept their heads down until Bray gave them permission to say hello to her. They each acknowledged her before Harper went to get in the shower and Rowan sat at the table facing the opposite direction from Bray and Leilah.

"We met a guy on the bayou today who just moved here from Kansas. We're gonna take him to our favorite watering hole tonight. Seems like a nice guy. Would you care to join us?" Bray ran his hand up Leilah's shorts and brushed against the flower that he had all but claimed as his own over the past few weeks. Leilah let out a light whimper and Rowan stood to walk out the front door so they would have some privacy. "Its fine Rowan…sit." Rowan sat back at the table as he was instructed and tried not to listen to their conversation.

"That sounds like fun…I think we could use a night out." Leilah sprung from the couch to go pick out her outfit and Bray smacked her ass so loud it made Rowan flinch followed by a smirk as he shook his head.

Within a few hours, the whole gang piled into Bray's other truck and were heading up the road to their new neighbor's house to pick him up. Bray kept the four door Ford F-150 after he killed the previous owner during one of his cleansings about 2 months ago. It was the only vehicle that could accommodate his two followers and his new friend who was almost 7 feet tall.

They pulled up to a small house that was in better condition than Bray's with a big, black motorcycle parked in the dirt driveway. A tall man dressed in a black leather vest and dirty jeans came out of the house. He had a stern look on his face until he saw Bray, then he cracked a slight smile while climbing into the backseat of the truck.

"What's up guys?" The tall stranger greeted each of the men, but he waited for Bray to introduce him to Leilah.

"Baron, this is my queen, Leilah. Leilah, this is the new neighbor I was telling you about." Bray smiled at Leilah and took her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you Leilah." Baron sat back and kept silent for the rest of the ride until they pulled up to a bar called "Last Call". From the outside it looked like an old red barn, but there was good mix of patrons going into the bar. They pulled into a space in the parking lot and hopped out of the truck just as a black Alfa Romeo 4C Spider zipped into a space two cars down from them. The group's attention turned to the car to see who stepped out of it, but it was Baron's jaw that dropped when he saw the driver. After throwing the car in park, a brown skinned woman dressed in a black leather jacket and tight jeans hopped out of the drivers' side and she chirped her alarm before walking into the bar as if she were on a mission. Noticing Baron's expression, Bray grabbed Leilah's arm and whispered in her ear.

"Looks like our little town just got a whole lot more interesting to our new friend." Bray kissed her as they strolled into the bar.

The inside of the bar was smoky and crowded, but Harper and Rowan walked up to an already occupied booth, and before long the patrons vacated their seats to stand at the bar. Bray motioned for Leilah to sit down. He slid into the booth next to her, Harper and Rowan slid into the other side and Baron pulled up a chair to sit at the end of the table.

They sat and told stories, drinking beer, all except Harper who was the designated driver. After about 3 beers, Baron was craning his neck to see if the woman from outside was still in the bar. Leilah noticed that he was looking for her and thought it was adorable, so she helped him out.

"She's down at the end of the bar…" Leilah's comment made the whole table erupt in laughter, causing Baron to rub his face in embarrassment.

"I'm that obvious, huh?" Baron turned to see her sitting alone at the end of the bar.

"Just go talk to her…"Leilah reached out and touched Baron's hand drawing looks of moderate jealousy from Harper and Rowan.

"Hey…nothing ventured, nothing gained…" Bray wrapped his arm around Leilah. "I would've never met my queen without taking some chances."

"Yeah, but try talking to her before you have your friends shoot her tire out." Leilah made Bray, Harper and Rowan laughed loudly as Baron sat there in confusion before getting up to approach the woman at the end of the bar.

Baron stared down the man who had just sat down on the stool next to her until he got up and left. He stood in the empty space feeling her stare on the side of his face. She was rubbing her finger around the rim of her red wine glass as she chuckled to herself at Baron's shyness.

"Did you come over here just to brood or were you going to say something?" Her smile made him laugh at himself.

"Nothing shy about you, huh? I'm Baron…" He extended his hand and she was mesmerized by the size of it.

"Ivy…nice to meet you, Baron." Her eyes sparkled as she took him in and his nerves were calmed by her sweet smile.

"Like Poison, huh?" Baron sat on the stool to get closer to her.

"Only to those who have it coming…" She sipped her wine and winked at him.

"What is a beautiful woman like you doing in a bar alone on a Saturday night?"

"Sometimes I prefer to be alone…besides, I'm kinda working." Ivy's eyes shifted to a drunk man who had been trying to send her shots all night.

"Working? What exactly do you do?" Baron tried to follow her eyes, but he couldn't figure out who she was looking at. "Are you a bouncer or security guard, or something?" He laughed to himself until he saw that her face was stern.

"Something like that…" The tilt of her lips as she smiled was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen. "I'd love to sit here and have a pleasant conversation with a gentleman such as yourself, but duty calls." She stood from her stool and finished her glass of wine before turning to walk towards the door.

"Wait! How can I reach you? You know, so we can finish this pleasant conversation…" Baron's charm was interesting to Ivy. Usually she only met guys who were drunk and pushy.

"I'm around…all you have to do is look, honey…" Ivy walked out the front door as quickly as she breezed in. Baron didn't notice, but the drunk bum who had been coming onto her all night followed her shortly after leaving the bar.

Baron returned to the table feeling like Ivy took his breath away. Bray and Leilah knew the look on his face all too well. Bray laughed as the group got up to leave.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall…" Bray patted Baron on the back and he could only shake his head at the way this complete stranger made him feel.

Once they were outside the bar, they climbed in the truck, Harper drove while Baron rode shotgun. Baron saw a drunk man getting into the passenger seat of Ivy's car before she peeled out down the dusty road. His mind was all over the place as he thought about what her "work" could be. Looking from the outside, she appeared to be some kind of prostitute, but that only made Baron want to rescue her…he'd definitely try to find her again.

After dropping Baron off, the group went back to Bray's house and spent another hour or so drinking beer and listening to music. Bray was pretty drunk and he was getting careless about touching Leilah in front of the guys. As they all sat in the living room, he pulled down her shirt and sucked one of her nipples right in front of them. Leilah moaned and climbed on top of him in her own personal drunken haze. Rowan, who had more than a few beers, stared at the display as he started to breathe harder. It had been such a long time since he felt the touch of a woman and he'd never been with a woman as beautiful as Leilah. Noticing the look of desperation on his brother in arm's face, Harper picked him up by his collar and shoved him towards the door. They left the house without Bray and Leilah even knowing because they were so consumed with each other. Both Rowan and Harper were left to satisfy themselves with the thoughts of what they had seen, but they'd never intrude on Bray's relationship with Leilah. Outside of their fantasies, she was off limits.

Meanwhile, in a rooming house a few blocks from the "Last Call", Ivy had her hands full with her drunk admirer. She had seen him in the bar a few times before and she always turned his advances down until she saw him forcing himself on a woman in an alley last weekend. Then she knew she needed to become better acquainted with this man. He sat on her bed with his blood shot eyes barely able to focus on her standing in front of him. She pretended to be drunk, but she only had one glass of wine that night because alcohol distracted her from her work.

"Come here, baby….I need to feel those tits!" His slurred speech let her know he was ready.

"You mean these tits?" Ivy dropped her leather jacket on the floor and ripped her shirt off over her head exposing her fire red bra. He lunged towards her, but she pushed him back on the bed. She pretended to lose her balance to play up her drunk act. "You gotta be a good boy if you wanna fuck me…" She slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down to her ankles before stepping out of them. He was losing his mind on the bed as he unbuttoned his own jeans and started to stroke his growing erection.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" He watched her as she walked around him and climbed on the bed behind him to massage his shoulders. She made sure to press her breasts against his back as he continued to stroke himself, anxiously waiting for the moment he'd get to be inside of her.

"You're a bad boy aren't you?" Ivy nibbled at his ear to distract him as she reached under her bed to grab her favorite hatchet.

"I can't wait to get some of that pussy!" He stroked harder and just as he was about to turn around to pin her to the bed, she wrapped her arm around his throat to secure him.

"No…I'm gonna fuck YOUR brains out!" Ivy struck him repeatedly with the hatchet until fragments of skull and blood were all over her bed. His body fell lifelessly onto the floor and she just stood there and sighed at the pathetic sight of his body. "Fucking scumbag!" She kicked his body before going through her normal clean up ritual. She cut his body up and put him in one of the large trash bags she kept under her bathroom sink. Her landlord, who was madly in lust with her and the only person who knew what she does, helped her carry the bags down to the dumpster. After the bags were disposed of properly, she gently stroked her landlord's round, hairy face and gave him a light peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, Kevin." She gave him a wink and walked back up to her room where she showered, changed her rubber sheets and climbed into bed. Just another day at the office.

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