Beecher: Wicked Throttle MC #4

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “Donald,” she whispers, instantly putting me on edge. “Donald runs a company which offers servers, computer technology, along with some other IT related branches. He’s also active in the same BDSM scene. He’s a Dom. He has been calling. I don’t...maybe he’s—” Val shakes her head. “I don’t know. He wouldn’t gain anything with having another guy blackmailing me into anything. He’s gay, he has a relationship with my assistant, Pierre. They have been together for years.”

  Lynn’s face softens. “Don’t worry about anything. It might seem like an easy link, and most times cases are easy and in plain sight, but it could very well be too obvious and not linked to anything. That’s where we come in. We will dive into it and make sure nothing is overlooked. You just concentrate on making a list with names for us to check. You do your work, and we will do ours.”

  “Okay,” Val warily agrees.

  “Pres,” I snap, making Zerox’s eyes land on mine. “Can you please handle this? I’m going to take my old lady to my room. Let me know if you need anything, but for now I’m thankful and trust you guys got this.”

  I stand and tug Val onto her feet. I don’t wait for an answer because I know my Pres will always have my back. We say our goodbyes to both Lynn and Deeds before we head for my room.

  Once the door is closed and locked behind us, Val lets go of my hand and starts to pace the room. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice anything. I’m sure it’s Donald. Who else? He’s been an acquaintance for years. And then Pierre, his little freaking spy. I’m so damn stupid not to see through their scheme. What do they want? What could they possibly obtain from this? Dammit, years! We met overseas for Christ’s sake. Ugh!”

  I’m leaning against the door and let her ramble for a bit. Not only does it function as a way to blow off some steam for her, it also gives both of us a flow of information to think things over.

  “You heard what Deeds and Lynn said, right?” I eventually say.

  Her feisty gaze lands on me. “It could very well not be Donald, I know. But come on, all the arrows are pointing his way, it’s hard to turn a blind eye, don’t you think?”

  “It’s why we’re letting them handle it. Two MCs are working on this and we are stepping back to give them the chance to wrap it up. We’re too close to it. We will sit in on some meetings and will be there to answer any questions they might have, but they are the ones with clear focus and fresh eyes.” Understanding flares in her eyes when she takes in my words.

  But then her eyes go wide and she shoves me with both hands against my chest. “What did you tell them? What did they see? You asked...they said I was clear of everything...they...they freaking know I butchered two people without remorse? Oh. My. God. Shaw!”

  In a reflex, and without a second thought, I cradle her face in both my hands and place my forehead against hers. “Breathe, gorgeous. If you didn’t do what you did, we wouldn’t have survived. I would have done the exact same thing. Hell, I fucking regret I wasn’t able to. But you heard them, we’re in the clear. None of this was our fault and those fuckers are going to be taken out, all those who are still alive and connected in some way distributing or making those fucking snuff films.”

  “How can they take them out without any repercussions? They will all end up in jail. It’s all my fault,” she says with pain and fear lacing her voice.

  “Nothing is your fault. None of it, you hear? Don’t ever voice those words again. And remember, everything is in the past or about to be put behind us. Broken Deeds MC has the authority to do whatever is needed to obtain justice. They take cases the government can’t close. You know those cases where it’s clear who did it but the evidence won’t hold up in court? They will take over and get everything clear up front and make sure justice prevails one way or the other. No blowback. So, when Deeds says the both of us are in the clear, you bet that sexy ass of yours, nothing is going to haunt you involving our past.”

  Her arms are around me and our bodies collide. Fucking hell. Why, oh fucking why, do I have a woman who loves to hug?

  Her scent envelopes me and I know damn well this isn’t any woman’s body pressing against me. It’s Valentina. My Val. I wait for emotions to go havoc inside me, but instead desire starts to flood my veins and my cock hardens in response.

  “Gorgeous,” I croak.

  “Just a few more seconds,” she mumbles.

  I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her, squeezing her tight as I bury my head into the crook of her neck. Inhaling deep, I relish in the warmth of her scent and how good she feels.

  “Shaw?” She chuckles. “Do you have any blood pumping through your veins? Because I’m pretty sure it’s all pooled in your groin by the feel of it.”

  Laughter rips through my body and the both of us step away.

  Val shyly glances up to me through her lashes and asks, “Want to watch some TV and order some junk food?”

  This woman. The last few years she’s been thriving on dominating everything in her life. For fuck’s sake she’s a Domme with a whip in hand and can do a fantastic scene, yet for me? It’s as if she took a turn and wants to submit to me so fucking beautifully.

  “I damn well would love to,” I croak.

  Her hands go to the buttons of her blouse and her voice deepens when she says, “Lose the clothes, Shaw.”

  I grab my cut and throw it on a nearby chair. My fingers dig into the hem of my shirt when I realize I’m automatically following her order. What the fuck? So much for submitting to me, I guess we’re flipping the whole who’s the dominant back and forth. And yet...who cares? If I’m able to get in bed with her naked, it will be a personal win.

  Even if my emotions are being yanked into all directions, I still want to follow her blindly to see where it will take us. I grab my phone and order some food while Val slips between the sheets. Maybe I used the excuse of ordering food to distract myself but I feel like we’re jumping on a speeding train. And believe it or not, I’m in no rush to get inside her.

  I throw the remote on the bed. “Why don’t you pick what we’re gonna watch while I take a quick shower. Food will be here soon and I’ve texted a prospect to bring it when it’s delivered.”

  I have to tear my eyes away from where she’s huddling the sheet underneath her arms to keep her tits covered. Tits I haven’t touched, sucked, licked, nibbled, for what seems like a damn lifetime. Yep, I sure need a shower...a fucking freezing one.

  By the time I’m stalking back into the room with a towel wrapped around my waist, a prospect is knocking on the door and handing me the food. I place the food and plates on the bed and let the towel hit the floor before sliding between the sheets.

  Val has put on some kind of horror series and it’s an easy distraction while enjoying some food and good company. There is zero weirdness between us. Maybe because there is a slight sexual undertone and the main thing is comfort to seek a distraction from the shit that has been running our lives. Though I couldn’t care less since we’re together. Naked, comfortable, talking, and enjoying ourselves until our eyes fall shut from exhaustion.

  The only place our bodies are touching is Val’s hand lying on my chest when there’s soft knocking on the door, waking me from a dreamless sleep. I swing my legs off the mattress and snag my jeans from the floor, pulling them on while slowly moving toward the door. To my surprise I find Deeds standing in front of me. I quickly grab my cut and softly close the door behind me as I put it on.

  “I’d like to have a word with you in private before I head back,” Deeds says as I follow him out of the clubhouse and into the backyard.

  It’s the middle of the night, and the gravel underneath my bare feet and the wind blowing, makes me aware of the cold and my lack of clothing along with my boots. But the heat of anger flames hot through my veins as soon as Deeds starts to talk.

  “Your old lady might be on to something when she mentioned this Donald fucker. There are ownership papers buried deep that link one of the former companies he owned to
who supplied the servers of the space the data was stored on. Now, I’m not saying Donald is the one who sold the information to Hoffa, but I’m also telling you this fucker is shady since names of ownership have been altered. Archer is still looking into it but it’s at a dead end right now, so they need to do some more digging.”

  Both my hands are gripping my neck in an effort to stay rooted. I close my eyes to take a deep breath and think. It takes everything inside me not to show rage and focus on dealing with this information instead.

  “It doesn’t make sense,” I finally tell him. “Donald doesn’t have anything to gain with selling this information, not to mention the fact he’s loaded. He’s no competition to Val concerning her companies either. And the fucker is gay, right? Why target Val or start issues? What am I missing?”

  “We’re working on it since we ran into the same contradictions. We’re running checks on employees and such to see what we can come up with. You’re sure this guy is gay? No interest in your old lady whatsoever? I mean, some guys love switching it up and some in the BDSM scene have two submissives.”

  “My old lady isn’t a submissive,” I instantly growl.

  But, fuck, she is when it comes to me.

  Deeds tilts his head. “You’re telling me she’s a Domme and gives you a nice spanking every now and then?”

  I grind my teeth and the fucker just gloats.

  “Her ass will be a nice shade of red if she so much as tries to come near my fucking ass,” I growl low.

  He points a finger in my face. “And that right there, buddy. That is what a Dom might see as a challenge to bring her down. We need to check out this angle too, even if the fucker doesn’t have a speck on him. We’re also tapping into databases of some of the clubs. We have our ways to do these things. We might run into a name that pops in the BDSM scene and her personal or business life.”

  I roll my shoulders and clear my throat, not liking the shit I have to voice but he needs to know. “Donald has a submissive called Pierre. He’s also been Val’s personal assistant for a long time now, and she occasionally scenes with him. She gets him riled up so Donald can take over and finish the job.”

  Deeds rubs his fingers over the scruff of his jaw. “That’s pretty interesting.”

  “He’s been getting on my nerves the last few weeks but Val lessened his time, so he hasn’t been around as much.”

  “If I remember correctly, nothing much popped up when we ran Pierre’s background. You telling me this? I’m thinking it’s safe to say this guy needs another check too.” Deeds takes out his phone and holds it up. “Want me to call you and let you in on the action if we do find info we can link to everything?”

  My interest skyrockets. “Fuck, yeah! Is it allowed?”

  Deeds chuckles. “We can pretty much make our own rules, and with this shit? What the two of you went through? Only my brother, Broke, along with our sons Archer and Wyatt, and I have seen this shit before we destroyed everything and made sure nothing is left to ever blow back on you guys. So, damn sure I’m giving you the option to be in on retaliation. And for fuck’s sake, how are the two of you still sane and together?”

  “We were been ripped apart for years due to this shit,” I admit. “We were thrown back together when we ran into Hoffa’s blackmailing activities. I got ahold of the stuff he had on Val and destroyed it. At the same time Hoffa pumped three bullets in me. She hasn’t left my side since. We were solid before they kidnapped and tortured us. We’re working damn hard to move forward together now.”

  “We’re closing this shit and locking it in the past for good. This shit might have ripped you apart but it also threw you two back together again. Don’t let it ruin what you have, man. From what Zerox told me you two suffered enough living like you did apart from one another. Give me your number ’cause like I said, you’re in, okay?”

  I give him a grateful nod and rattle off my number. I walk him out to his bike and thank him again for handling everything and allowing me to be in on it as well. And what he said about me and Val is right, and something I came to deal with too; I won’t let our past ruin our future.

  Chapter Six

  Valentina

  She’s touching him. Dana’s vicious fingers are touching his skin while her knife slices through his lower belly. Blood slips through her fingers, dripping onto his dick while she moans. The fucking bitch moans while Shaw’s face consorts with pain and disgust.

  I want to rip Dana apart, kill her with my bare hands and cut off her fingers one by one. I hate her, and I hate Logan—the man standing in front of me—who is laughing at what she’s doing. I’m fully ignoring the way his hand is cupping my breast and pinching my nipple.

  I never want to be touched by any man ever again when this is all over. I probably won’t look at sex the way I used to. If we manage to survive that is, because Shaw is losing a lot of blood. Logan jerks off while he’s touching me and observing my Shaw who is being molested and mutilated all at once. Logan lets go of my breast to fondle his own balls.

  I give another pull at my restraints and finally the tape holding my wrists together above my head pulls free. I’ve been through this so many times in my head while trying to get my hands free that I instantly jump into action.

  The magnitude of my anger fuels me as I snatch the knife off the table from my right—that’s filled with torture devices—and swing my arm from left to right in a fluid motion to cut the man’s throat before he can do so much as utter a single word. He’s still holding his dick and balls when he falls to his knees, faceplanting into the floor the next instant.

  Lunging forward I turn all my anger at the woman. She jumps at me, but I feel my knife plunging into her flesh over and over. My incoherent growls and screams flood my ears and in this moment there’s only red in my vision and everything needs to drown in it, as do I with the taste of blood on my tongue. I feel like I can’t breathe and when my eyes land on Shaw my heart stops along with it.

  He’s slumped over in the chair he’s taped to.

  “Shaw!” I scream with the little strength my body still holds, but there’s no response. “Shaw,” I try again, my voice filled with the same amount of pain that’s stabbing through my heart.

  “I’m right here, gorgeous, wake up. Come on, Val. Come back to me.” Shaw’s voice sounds tortured, ripping me out of the nightmare I was caught up in.

  “You’re okay,” I gasp. “You’re here. I’m here.”

  “Old memories are haunting you, baby,” Shaw says and drags me into his arms. “But those can’t hurt us anymore. We’re here, that shit is in the past and we’re moving forward, aren’t we?”

  There is no hesitation in his grip as he pulls me tighter against his body. His voice is firm and determined, as is the look in his eyes.

  Turning my head slightly, I bring our lips closer and whisper in agreement, “We are,” and connect our lips.

  I’m dead set to shake the cold brought on by the tarnished memories we share and replace it with the heat that ignites as soon as we melt into a passionate kiss. Our tongues collide and there’s a slight fight for dominance but for the first time in years, I allow myself to fully surrender and place my heart in Shaw’s hands.

  And those same hands slide over my skin and I know our first time together after years needs to be different. I don’t want to have my eyes closed and I certainly don’t want hands roaming with the both of us having issues with touching.

  I pull back and break our kiss. Shaw’s face shows confusion but as soon as I take off the large shirt I was sleeping in and tug at his boxers, he follows my initiative to get naked. I straddle him and lace our fingers together to place our joined hands on each side of his face. There’s desire laced with love and a truckload of other raw emotions boiling behind the windows of his soul.

  “Are you sure?” There’s a hint of vulnerability shimmering through his voice.

  “You’re mine,” I fiercely tell him and feel his hot, hard length pressing agains
t my pussy.

  There’s a slow smile spreading his face. “I totally am, gorgeous. Whatcha gonna do about it?”

  Oh, the challenge behind the huskiness in his voice is sparking lust to drive me wild. Wild with the need to connect, claim, set free and take what’s mine.

  “I’m going to make you feel just how I treat what belongs to me. But—”

  Shaw closes his eyes and hisses from the way my pussy sucks in the tip of his dick. The explosion of butterflies going havoc inside my belly only stimulates me to continue.

  “Look at me, Shaw,” I snap, making his eyes flash open and lock with mine. “Don’t you dare glance away.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he croons, shifting his hips to slide his dick deeper inside me.

  Tightening the muscles of my pussy, I still above him and click my tongue. “Already taking an inch or two yourself?”

  The smug smile on his face along with the words, “An inch or two? Darling, are you trying to insult my cock? Because the way you leisurely impale yourself and the feel of your tight pussy gripping me in a vise lets me know you’re struggling to take my big cock.”

  I know I shouldn’t, and it’s been awhile for the both of us but still I’m on the same page as him. And even if I shouldn’t...I can’t help myself and fully impale myself in one smooth move.

  “Fuuuuuck,” Shaw groans and grips my hands with force.

  Our eyes stay locked while my body accommodates to his large and thick length, but the erotic bite of pain along with the love and desire radiating from his eyes is heightening our intense connection. The safety and comfort we once had is still there, flaming up and cocooning us with heat.

  His thumb slowly caresses mine. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. There’s no damn feeling compared to it. Utter bliss, gorgeous. Utter. Fucking. Bliss. And you’re the only one capable of giving me the unique flow of emotions I once knew my body was capable of.”

  “I love you,” I croak, my own emotions bursting free as tears overflow and land on his chest.