Chaotic Love

by Eva Leon

  Iron Souls MC could find business partners that kept their word. Once I had my Omega in my home where he belonged, I’d find us a new source that wouldn’t drop the ball and then threaten me.

  Fuck. I should have killed him right then and there.

  Not giving a shit about Stanislav and our partnership freed me up to do what I needed to do. I was going to break into his place and take what was mine.

  I wanted to walk in with guns blazing, but I couldn’t. I’d get both me and my property killed. I needed a plan.

  Breaking into Stanislav’s house and getting the Omega out of the basement wouldn’t be easy, but it wasn’t impossible.

  I knew I’d have to go at night, but it had to be a night that he wasn’t having guests. The fewer people in his house, the more likely I’d survive. I knew it would be even better if Stanislav was gone, too.

  That meant I had to figure out when he was going to sort out the rest of the MC’s shipment. Whenever he left the house to deal with the holdup at the pier, I’d move in. Since he’d promised to have the shipment to me in a week, I knew he’d have to go deal with it himself.

  I had a contact in Stanislav’s men. I’d have to call in a chit to get the information, but it was worth burning a favor. If I didn’t find out the specific day, I’d have to stake out his place. I didn’t have time for that, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back if I was that close to the Omega.

  My contact worked nights with Stanislav, so I called him during the day.

  “Yeah,” he answered.

  “Damon.”

  “What can I do for you?” His Russian accent was faint.

  “I need to know when your boss is going to the docks.”

  “Damon...” He hesitated.

  “I’m calling in.”

  “Fine.” I heard him sigh. “He’s out tomorrow night. Whatever it is, it doesn’t come back on me.”

  “Appreciated,” I said and hung up.

  I was so close to having the Omega. I only had to wait one more day. In the meantime, I was going on a stakeout after all.

  Stanislav was probably still asleep, and he’d have fewer men on duty outside during the day. It was time for me to go figure out my best route in and out of his house.

  I rode to Stanislav’s neighborhood and parked my ride in the driveway of a vacant house that was for sale. It was a nice afternoon but overcast.

  The weather was pleasant enough that no one would question a man out for a walk. The property to the back of Stanislav’s place wasn’t vacant, but no one was around.

  After a trip around the block and watching Stanislav’s place from behind a shrub in his neighbor’s backyard, I had the blind spots and perimeter checks down.

  Stanislav had a surprising lack of security, but I guessed that was because no one would dare mess with him or his house. No one but me. But if I played it right, he wouldn’t know who hit him.

  When I was done scoping out the house and making my plan, I walked back to the vacant house to get my bike.

  Unfortunately, there was a black BMW parked in the driveway and a woman in her fifties, dressed in a navy-blue skirt suit, standing out in front of the house. Even if I went through the back, there was no way to get my bike past the woman. She was on the phone, and I hoped it wasn’t with the cops.

  It was then that I noticed the decal on the side of the car. She was a real estate agent.

  “You the agent for the seller?” I asked with my best non-threatening smile on my face.

  “I am,” she said. “Nancy Cartwright. That wouldn’t happen to be your motorcycle around back?”

  “It is,” I said and reached out my hand to her. “I was interested in the place, and I figured I’d take a look around the neighborhood. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Oh, yes.” She sounded relieved. “What did you think of the neighborhood? Would you like a tour of the house?”

  I didn’t want a tour, but I figured it would help sell the narrative that I was there to buy the place. “Sure, but I’ve got a meeting so we gotta make it quick.”

  I followed her through the house while she told me about flooring and architectural interest. My house was nicer than this one, but I hadn’t worried about any of that shit. I’d paid someone to take care of my architectural interest.

  “You have any hobbies?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Do you have any hobbies?” the real estate agent asked again. “There’s a workshop in the garage. I think you’ll like it.”

  Moving the tour to the garage would get me closer to my bike. I figured I’d let her show me the workshop, and then I’d make my exit.

  “Motorcycle restoration.”

  “Great! Follow me,” she said and headed for the back door.

  I was on edge the second we walked into the garage. It was dark, and we walked in and let the door close before she turned on the light. Panic struck me, and I whirled around to grab the knob. The door wouldn’t budge.

  “Hang on just a second,” she said. “Let me find that light switch.” She flipped on the flashlight on her phone, but it did nothing to stem the wave of terror that gripped me.

  Suddenly, the smell of hot sand filled my nose. I heard the sound of men moaning in pain ringing in my ears. I knew I wasn’t there, but I could see one of my captors standing before me in the half light.

  I was back in the pit.

  Only the most sadistic of the guards stepped into my cell. The one entering now had a car battery with two wires attached. He threw it to the ground.

  The memory was as clear as day, and I couldn’t bring my mind back to that dark garage with the realtor, no matter how hard I tried.

  “My commanding officer says I need to use whatever means necessary to extract the information he wants,” the terrorist said and kicked the battery. “He said I should attach these wires to your balls. But I have better ideas.” He slammed the door closed.

  It was pitch-black in the cell. I heard him cross the room. His boot made contact with my stomach. His hand grabbed my hair and yanked me up to my knees. He hit me on the back of the head, and I was on all fours.

  His hands found the waistband of my pants, and he yanked them down to expose my ass.

  “I thought you guys killed men who liked to fuck Alphas,” I said, and the butt of his rifle found the back of my skull again. Unfortunately, it didn’t knock me out.

  “I’d like to tell you that if you told me the information I wanted to know, this would stop. But I think we both know the truth. Now, shut your fucking mouth before I break your teeth,” the guard spat.

  He knelt between my knees, and I felt the end of the rifle pressed against the back of my head. The sick fuck spit on his cock and then pushed into me.

  I tried to hold back my scream, but it was a reflex. The same reflex that caused my muscles to bear down and try to push him out. The same reflex that caused me near unbearable agony. I wasn’t an Omega. There was no slick, and his feeble attempt at spit did nothing to lubricate his cock as it tore into me.

  “Mr. Black?” The real estate agent’s voice brought me out of my memory. The lights were on. “Are you okay?”

  I looked down. My hands were shaking. “Yeah. Sorry. I just hate being trapped anywhere.”

  She hit a button, and the garage door opened. “Thank you for your time,” I said over my shoulder as I left the garage.

  I got on my bike and didn’t look back. At that point, I didn’t care if I damaged the yard or her car. I rode my bike around front and took off.

  Part of me wanted to go back over to Stanislav’s and shoot the place up. I needed my blue-eyed Omega. I knew he was the only thing that could make my pain better. The only way to beat it was to give him my agony until he submitted to me entirely.

  His cries of pleasure and pain would be my salvation.

  When I knew that Stanislav was gone, I made my move. I wasn’t sure what state my Omega would be in when I took him, so I drove the truck.

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p; There was no way the real estate agent would be doing showings at the vacant house that late, but it was still too risky to park in that driveway. The neighbors would be home and probably watching. I lived near rich assholes, so I knew how they were.

  I parked one street over and two blocks down in the other direction. I didn’t want to risk anyone who’d seen me skulking around calling the cops, but I couldn’t go too far.

  Just as I suspected, there was no one watching a small window on the side of the house close to a crop of bushes. I made my way off the sidewalk and over to that window. Stanislav’s house wasn’t surrounded by a fence or wall, but I’d have bet it would be shortly after I took what was mine.

  The window was locked, so I had to cut the glass. I stuck the suction cups with handles to the pane and cut around the edge. Once it was separated from the frame, I used the handles on the cups to set it gently inside. I couldn’t leave it on the ground outside because someone might see it.

  I went through the opening and found myself standing in one of the ground floor spare rooms. It was unoccupied, and it put me close to the basement steps.

  Before I left the room, I made sure I had one in the chamber and tucked my gun back into my waistband. The syringe I intended to use on the guard in the basement was in my pocket. I pulled it out and uncapped the needle.

  I was almost there. He was almost mine.

  Chapter Five

  Damon

  I opened the bedroom door and heard guards down the hall. If one of them caught me, I’d be shot on sight. I only had two syringes, so I had to play it smart. My adrenaline pumped through my veins. My blood was on fire, and my heart thundered in my chest. My mind had flipped over to fight or flight mode, but that night, I would not run away.

  The guards’ voices were at the other end of the house, so I made my way to the door that led to the basement. It wasn’t locked, and I took each stair one slow step at a time to avoid any creaking. Fortunately, they were well made and completely silent. That didn’t stop me from holding my breath every time the bottom of my boot made contact with another riser, though.

  I got to the bottom and looked around the corner into the aisle between the cages. The guard was about three down, unlocking one of them. That meant he was distracted. It also meant he had the keys.

  When I was about to make my move, doubt gripped my stomach. Was I being stupid? Was it really a good move to risk my life for some beat-up, used-up whore?

  Who was I kidding? I’d already come so far. I wasn’t leaving without him. I had to have him. I didn’t care who had him before, he was mine from that moment on.

  I held my finger up to my lips to keep the Omegas who were watching me quiet. The guard fumbled with the keys and never saw me coming.

  The syringe found his neck and he dropped to the floor before he could fight back or scream. Goddamn, my brothers could get their hands on some serious shit.

  I turned and began walking toward my Omega’s cage. I was so close I could almost taste him.

  “You don’t want him,” the Omega in the cage next to his said. “He’s too used up. He’ll make you miserable.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I said and twisted the key in the lock.

  “I can make you happy,” he continued. “I’ll take care of you if you get me out of here.”

  I ignored the other Omega and went to mine. He was laid out on the bed, completely out of it. They must have drugged him.

  My hands slid under him and lifted his slight body from the dirty mattress. He was nothing more than a limp doll in my arms.

  My broken Omega.

  He was finally in my arms, and all I could think about was marking him as mine. I needed his ass to know the only cock it would ever have again, but there were more important things. That didn’t stop my dick from throbbing in anticipation.

  I briefly considered letting the rest of the Omegas go, but what would they do? None of them would be able to survive in the world on their own. They had known no other life. If I let them out, they’d end up on the streets, sucking cock for crack for a few years before being killed in some back alley. Not to mention, most of them would probably get themselves—and me—killed as they tried to escape.

  I had to get my new possession out of there alive. I threw the keys over my shoulder first and then fireman carried the Omega up the stairs and back to the window I’d come through.

  It hadn’t been hard to get back into the bedroom. I could still hear the men’s voices down the hall, and it sounded like they hadn’t moved. I wondered if Stanislav knew his men didn’t do their jobs the second he stepped outside the house. Bad for him. Good for me.

  I gently guided the Omega down into the grass outside the window. He let out a low moan, and his eyes fluttered open for a second, but then he was out again.

  There was no way to put the window back together, so I picked him up and started walking through the neighbor’s yard to the street where I’d parked my truck.

  It was a risk walking through someone’s yard, but it was a bigger risk to walk down the street with a drugged-up Omega flung over my shoulder. I moved through their yard quickly and hit the pavement practically running. Getting him to the truck without being seen was the most important thing.

  We made it to my ride, and I opened the back door of the cab. I placed the Omega across the bench seat as easily as I could. He was broken so I doubted that he’d start screaming if he woke up, but I didn’t want to risk it.

  Once he was in the truck, I went around to the driver’s side and got in. I scanned the street and saw it was empty. No one had followed us, and we’d made our escape clean.

  I fought the urge to peel out and pressed down on the accelerator with care. As I pulled away from the curb, I saw a man dressed in black round the corner down the block from where I’d parked. He had a gun in his hand, and he had to have been one of Stanislav’s men. I made it far enough down the block and took a right turn before he saw me. We’d made it out.

  Driving straight home seemed like a bad idea. There could have been someone tailing me that I hadn't spotted. Since that was a possibility, I figured it would be best to drive around for a while.

  The Omega stank bad, so I rolled down the windows. The crisp night air rushed into the cab of the truck, and he began to stir.

  It was then that I realized a fatal flaw in my plan. I could have kicked myself for being so stupid. What if he tried to run or tried to hurt me? I’d just put him in the back seat like a new puppy I was taking home for the holidays, but what if he was an attack dog? I’d gotten the sense from the short time that I’d been around the Omega that he was a survivor.

  I checked the review mirror. There were no cars behind us, so I pulled over into a picnic area. It was dark, and no one was around.

  The only thing I had in the truck were zip ties, but that would do. I got two of them out of my toolbox in the truck bed. He was still mostly out of it when I opened the door and bound his ankles.

  I started to bind his wrists behind his back, but he interrupted me. “Please. Can you put them in the front? I’ll behave. I promise,” he said groggily.

  I considered it for a moment. “Yeah. I can do that, but, baby, if you get out of line, you get the belt, and then I’ll toss your ass in the truck bed. Do you understand?”

  He nodded his head yes and stuck his wrists out, pressed together, for me to bind. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good boy,” I said and slammed the truck door shut after binding him.

  Chapter Six

  Finn

  I was curious about the man whose truck I found myself in. He hadn’t purchased me, as far as I knew, and that could mean only one thing. He’d stolen me.

  Was that possible? I remembered him trying to buy me, and Stanislav had refused. I’d seen this Alpha twice. Once when he said he didn’t want me, and that had earned me a beating, and then again when Stanislav said he couldn’t have me.

  The situation was fucked-up, but I was intrigued. I didn
’t know much about Stanislav since he’d kept me in a cage in the basement, but he didn’t seem like the type of man that many would steal from. He was a violent psychopath.

  “What’s your name?” my new owner asked when he caught me looking at him in the rearview mirror.

  “They call me Thorn,” I responded.

  “Because of your mouth, right? You’ve been a thorn in their side? That’s why you are covered in bruises, correct?” he asked flatly. “I want your real name.”

  I wondered if I should tell him. No one had cared about my real name in a long time, and I didn’t know if this Alpha deserved to know. But what choice did I have? Whether he’d stolen me or purchased me from Stanislav, I belonged to him. If he’d gone through the trouble of taking me, I doubted that he’d kill me right away.

  A little hope sprung in my chest. Maybe that’s precisely why he stole me. Perhaps he didn’t want to pay for an Omega he was just going to kill. It was entirely possible that he was some psycho killer who would rape and torture me first, but at least I would die at the end. I’d be free.

  “What is your fucking name, Omega?” His angry voice snapped me back to reality. He wasn’t accustomed to Omegas making him wait.

  “It’s Finn, sir,” I said softly. “My real name is Finn.”

  “That’s better, Finn. See, if you answer me when I talk to you, I don’t have to pull the truck over and take a belt to your sweet ass. I think that works out better for both of us.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I could swear I almost saw a smile cross his lips when I looked up at him in the rearview mirror again. It was gone in a split-second. For all I know, it had been a sneer.

  Another bloom of hope welled up inside of me, despite myself. I eyed the truck’s door handle. Perhaps it wasn’t locked. I could get out when he stopped at a light. Maybe death wasn’t the only way out. I was young. Perhaps I could heal if I hit the pavement just right.

  I almost laughed at myself. The best thing I could do was open the truck door and throw myself out while he was going top speed. I’d hit my head and then lights out.