Beecher: Wicked Throttle MC #4

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “Yes,” Maci bellows and waves her fist in the air.

  Zerox raises his eyebrow at her and she shrugs. “What? That was some serious ‘right in your face, I’m a survivor’ girl power.”

  “I agree,” Deeds states. “And it would give me the opportunity to ask her a few questions.”

  “Then by all means, shall we?” Zerox points at church and the guys stroll inside.

  Shaw places a warm hand on my lower back to guide me as he questions, “Are you sure you’re okay? No after effects from the shit that knocked you out?”

  “Much better now,” I simply say and brush my lips against his jaw, ignoring the hint of nausea still lingering.

  “Prospect, bring my old lady a bottle of water,” Shaw orders as we head for the room everyone is waiting in.

  A prospect rushes over to hand me my water and he closes the door behind us. Shaw takes a chair and since it’s crowded with a lot of men from the other MC, there aren’t many chairs left. Shaw catches me by the waist and pulls me onto his lap.

  This man. With all the difficulties he had with intimacy and touching—almost pulling away a moment ago—he’s become pretty hands on.

  His mouth hovers close to my ear. “Before anyone else tells you, I might as well give it to you straight. Donald was the one torturing Morgan, so I killed him.”

  My breath stutters as I process his words. He killed a man. No. Not just any man, he killed Donald. A man I have known for a while. A man I let into my personal life. Oh. God.

  “The government thought it was just his brother, along with Logan running the snuff film chain, and offered Donald a deal. He took the witness protection deal and relocated, allowing him to continue his twisted activities. Everything was buried deep but the connection is there, Broken Deeds MC managed to recover all the information we needed.”

  I want to slam my hands over my ears to stop Shaw’s flow of information, yet at the same time I need to hear this.

  “His brother—” I start on a whisper, unable to finish my train of thought.

  Shaw’s arm tightens around me. “Yes, Logan was Donald’s brother. But there’s a third brother, the oldest, he was in charge and the government thought this was the main player. The brother we killed was considered missing. Donald is the youngest and they thought he didn’t have anything to do with it since he gave them access and permission to search everything. Deeds looked into it and the information he gathered stated Donald was good at burying stuff. He only gave them a fragment, taking the deal to relocate and start up all over again somewhere else.”

  “That evil scumbag,” I growl underneath my breath.

  It’s a good thing he’s dead because I have the sudden urge to wrap my hands around his throat and don’t stop squeezing until his life is ebbed away.

  “Pierre. How does he fit into all of this?” I ask through clenched teeth.

  It’s not Shaw answering my question, but Deeds. “As of a few minutes ago, we’re not really sure.”

  “What happened?” Barlow asks, who is sitting right next to us.

  “Archer and Shaw noticed a car exiting the property when they were scouting out the place where Morgan was taken to. Archer notified me and I put a tail on it. We didn’t get an identification on who was behind the wheel. The car went straight into a garage and when my guy went in, he found Pierre handcuffed to a chair. There were a few cabinets knocked over and the backdoor was open.”

  Handcuffed to a chair. My first instinct screams “He could have done it himself!” But doubt creeps in and I have no clue what to think. Donald was the dominant one.

  “The look on your face,” Deeds says as he points at me. “Mind sharing your thoughts?”

  “Donald and Pierre have been together for years. I highly doubt he doesn’t know anything. They live together, play together, have others added to their play. Pierre has a high tolerance for pain and also loves to watch when Donald does a scene using another submissive. He could have knocked those cabinets over himself if he saw that he was being followed. And the handcuffs thing? He could have done it himself.”

  Deeds nods at my words. “I have one of my brothers pulling feeds off traffic cams as we speak to see who was behind the wheel. And I hear what you’re saying, though on paper this fucker is squeaky clean.”

  “Donald seemed like a nice guy too,” I say, my jaw hurts from grinding my teeth since my body is fueled by anger.

  Chapter Nine

  Beecher

  The tightness in her whole body makes me aware of her anger. And to be honest? I would rather have the fury than the guilt, fear, or dullness. The last time she completely shut down and didn’t let anyone in.

  She pushed everyone out of her old life and it took a lot to rebuild and turn her into the strong woman she is today. To think I almost did the same a mere moment ago because of the guilt of what happened. Thank fuck she wouldn’t let me.

  “It’s why we cut him loose but didn’t exactly give him his freedom back. Meaning we informed him of the fact Donald’s missing and we needed to talk to him. We brought Pierre in for interrogation. We made sure to let him know we think he’s a victim in all of this. It gives us the leverage we need to make him feel safe and maybe drop his guard. We need to have a little room and some time to make sure we get each and every one tied to this,” Deeds explains. “It’s a good thing they hadn’t activated the cameras yet when you killed Donald. Pierre must have wanted to get something he forgot. No damn clue but it gave us an advantage.”

  “He’s been calling all day,” Val says and her voice hardens to a snap when she adds, “I don’t want to see him. I don’t want to have anything to do with him at all.”

  “As of now there’s no need. Though, I have to admit, if he’s been calling you all day maybe it’s an option to—”

  “Fuck, no,” I growl, cutting Deeds off in the process. “I won’t turn my old lady into bait. Not now, not ever.”

  I can feel some of the tension flowing out of her body.

  “We will respect your request, Beecher. I’m only stating the options here. It would have us at an advantage and have a controlled environment to nail this fucker.”

  I’m glaring at him but I also understand his reasons.

  “What if I answer his phone call? If he requests a meeting I could say I’m not well enough to come into the office or any other place. Maybe get him to talk somehow to see what he wants,” Val offers.

  Broke nods. “It would help. Maybe it won’t be necessary since we have eyes on his every move. He could jump into his car and drive back to the house and check on Morgan and Donald, since we told him Donald was missing. Then we’ll have him since he would be aware of it when he goes down into the underground space.”

  “Or when we hear back from Ramrod who is checking the traffic cams. We might find out who was driving the car,” Archer adds. “Either way it’s only a matter of time until we have all the facts and can clear this up.”

  The guys fall into a discussion on how it’s best to handle this but they soon come to the conclusion Broken Deeds MC should have complete control. A direct order comes from both presidents to keep me and Val on lockdown until further notice.

  To be honest I’m okay with it. It gives me the one thing I need: Val safe and unharmed beside me. After another twenty minutes the meeting is done and we all stroll into the main room.

  “Beecher, can I have a word with you?” Wyatt asks and heads back into church.

  I glance back at Val, not liking the fact I have to leave her side.

  She rolls her eyes. “We’re in the same building surrounded by your brothers and some more from another MC along with it. Add the fact that you can have your eyes on me through the window, I’d say you’re overreacting.”

  “I don’t fucking care,” I grumble and she shoots me a loving look, raises herself on her toes and brushes her mouth against mine.

  “You’re sexy when you pout,” she whispers.

  Her words make me snicker.
“If I remember correctly, you think my every move is sexy.”

  “True,” she says, the one word oozing the promise of sex as soon as we’re able to. “So, you’d better hurry up. You and I have been put on lockdown. That’s short for staying in our room and having sex all day every day, right?”

  “Fuck,” I croak. “I believe it is. I’ll be right back.”

  “Hurry,” she says against my back, the one word is dipped with laughter.

  I don’t care, I’m rushing to handle this and will drag her into my room to lock us away from the outside world. Sex will give us the option to reconnect and shut out the rest. Leaving it to everyone else to handle the problem that haunts us.

  I step inside church and see Deeds, Broke, Wyatt, and Archer standing close together. They fall silent and turn when they hear the door fall shut behind me. I cross my arms in front of my chest and wait patiently. They requested me here so I guess they are going to lecture me, or hell, maybe they are going to pressure me into using Val as bait. Over my dead body.

  “Does your old lady have her laptop with her at all times?” Deeds’ question comes as a surprise.

  I blink a few times and reply, “Yeah, she handles her business on that thing. Her phone too if the laptop isn’t within reach.”

  “Pierre just slipped out of the house and he managed to shake the tail we had on him.” Deeds holds his hand up to silence me, because I’m about to curse him to hell and back, but he continues, “With him out of the house we did a full sweep and found a room filled with monitors. One shows your room. As in right fucking now. A live feed. Which only means one thing.”

  “He’s hacked into her camera,” I hiss.

  “Yeah,” Broke states. “And from the looks of it they have been for a long time.”

  Both hands fly into my hair. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl to myself and pull at my hair in frustration.

  I lock eyes with the men behind me who seem to discover crucial details all while letting this asshole slip through their fingers. Yet, they do keep us informed and are on top of things. This also makes me aware how fucked-up this is getting.

  I point at Deeds. “My old lady doesn’t need to hear any of this. I don’t want the humiliation and breach of privacy ripping open old wounds.”

  “We hear ya,” Archer says. “But we need every piece of equipment she owns. Consider everything compromised, and until we know they don’t have any external feed leading fuck knows where, we need to be safe rather than sorry.”

  “I’ll get everything right now,” I tell them and turn to head for my room.

  “Beecher,” Deeds’ voice makes me stop and glance over my shoulder.

  “Pierre is in on this. He’s the perfect one to have access to all her stuff as her personal assistant. We will end this, but he’s out there and until he’s been taken care of it isn’t safe for either of you.”

  “No need to repeat the warning. My old lady and I aren’t leaving the clubhouse this time. Not until you give the all clear.”

  “Thanks for your trust in us to handle this,” Deeds says, sincerity lacing his words.

  “I’m the one who’s thankful. Broken Deeds’ reputation precedes itself; I couldn’t have anyone better having my back in this. Right next to my own brothers, obviously,” I state.

  “Obviously,” Deeds echoes with a grin.

  “Any idea how you’re going to get her stuff without telling her the reason?” Wyatt questions.

  I shoot the men a grin. “Those who have an old lady, know how good a fight can be, only to reap the benefits of makeup sex.”

  “Hell, yeah.” Both Deeds and Broke mimic my grin as I stalk into the main room of the clubhouse.

  To be honest, I have no idea how to safely take the stuff away from her without an explanation, so pitching a fight it is. Well, maybe not so much as pitching a fight, more like creating one.

  I stalk right up to her and ask, “Can I have your phone?”

  She’s slightly confused but automatically reaches for her phone and hands it over. I grip it hard and channel all the anger inside me as I pull my arm back and throw the thing as hard as I can against the wall.

  Val gasps while Maci and Tracy both say in sync, “What the hell?”

  I stalk into the hallway, hearing footsteps behind me as I burst into my room.

  My eyes land on her laptop and the reminder hits me of how they’ve been watching her for a long fucking time. More anger flares and before I know it, the laptop is airborne until it crashes against the wall.

  “What the hell has gotten into you?” Val growls.

  “Any other electronic device of yours in our midst?”

  Her eyes slide to her bag as soon as I’ve thrown the question at her. Shit. There’s more.

  I stalk to her bag and at the same time she grabs the other end. “What are you doing?” She tries to rip the bag from me, and I let her as soon as my fingers curl around her iPad.

  The “Noooooo,” falling from her lips is drowned by the shattering of her iPad and there’s instant calmness washing over me.

  Well, maybe not totally since I’m staring at a hellion on heels. Realization sets in. Her iPad. She uses it for reading. She sometimes reads on her phone if she doesn’t have her kindle near and I smashed both. I grab my phone to shoot a message to a prospect to get her a new one but it’s ripped from my hand and follows the same route as her iPad.

  “What the fuck?” I growl as I meet her death glare.

  “I vividly remember asking you the same thing!” she snaps, almost biting my head off along with it.

  “I was going to text a prospect to get me a new iPad so you could read,” I snap back, leaning in close so our noses almost touch.

  “Oh.” Slips out from between her lips and the wrinkles in her forehead highlights her confusion.

  “Yeah, oh. I know how much you love to read and I only realized after I threw the damn thing.”

  She perched her fists on her hips. “And why exactly did you ruin all of my things?”

  Fuck.

  “Because.” I am thinking but no logical explanation hits me.

  “Because, what?” she presses.

  “Because you don’t need them. We’re on lockdown. It’s just you and me and a load of TV time in between hot and heavy sex rounds.” Makes sense, right?

  “Not good enough,” she growls. “Try harder.” As if she sees through my scheme.

  Who am I kidding? She knows there’s more to it. She’s smart as fuck and knows me better than any other person in this fucked-up world. I just got out of a meeting where they wanted to talk to me without her, it’s obvious I have details she doesn’t.

  My hands go up in the air in surrender while I sigh. “I don’t want to tell you the fucking truth and this is me protecting you from it.”

  Her whole face goes soft and those piercing, gorgeous eyes hit mine and she simply says, “Okay.”

  “Okay?” I echo. “That simple?”

  She leans forward and gently presses her lips against mine and whispers, “That simple. I trust you, Shaw. If you say you’re doing this to protect me, it’s all I need to know. But you’re still getting me a new iPad, I need to be able to read. I already called the office. I’m taking another few days off and the rest of the stuff can wait.”

  I swallow hard and reach out to wrap my arm around her waist to pull her close.

  “I guess it’s time for the hot and heavy sex round, huh?” she huskily questions.

  “Absolutely,” I instantly agree and slam my mouth over hers.

  My hand slides to her ass and presses her against my pelvis to let her feel how hard my cock is for her, and only her. There’s a creepy thought slipping into my head with the shattered laptop still on the floor here with us. I know it probably doesn’t work anymore, but still my mind is screaming at me that we’re being watched.

  Regretfully I pull back and murmur, “Stay right here and don’t move.”

  I rush over to the ru
ined laptop, pick it up, open the door, and throw it into the hallway. The iPad following close behind it. I slam the door shut and instantly feel relieved, knowing it’s only me and her; blocking everything out and creating a moment where only the two of us matter.

  I shrug out of my cut and throw it over the back of the chair. My shirt follows as I close in on Val. Her gaze heats my skin, making electricity bounce between us. I get out of my boots but leave my jeans on. I know damn sure the second my cock senses freedom it wants inside her tight heat.

  The first time we made love again after such a long time it was the whole slow and easy to reconnect, followed by the raw need possessive kind. And I damn well know how good she feels around me. But right now, I’m dead set to devour her pussy and familiarize myself again with every inch of her body. To worship, and to let my brain process she’s mine and will always be mine to treasure.

  Ever so slowly I peel away her clothes until she’s standing before me naked. Her full, gorgeous breasts are made for my hands as I reach out to roll one of her nipples between my fingers. It hardens even more underneath my touch. Dark pink, and so damn responsive.

  I give one a nice pinch and lick away the sting, covering her nipple completely with my mouth right after. My other hand goes to her other breast, kneading her silky flesh. A groan rips from my chest when I hear her sweet whimpers.

  “You feel so good in my hands, gorgeous. Do you know how hard you make me? Threatening to blow any damn second at the mere thought of licking your sweet pussy. But we’re going to take it slow. Real fucking slow. All we have in our future is time. Time to cherish each moment we’re graced with to consume one another. And this—” I let my fingertips slide over her skin, from her neck all the way down to her breast, along her belly, and eventually through the tiny strip of hair guarding her pussy. “This is all mine. To worship. To fucking treasure, devour, lick until I’ve sucked one more orgasm out of you while you think you didn’t have any more to give.”

  “Shaw,” she whimpers, my name a solid plea to give her what I fully intend to reward her with.

  “Soon, gorgeous. Soon,” I promise her and lift her into my arms and gently place her on the bed.