“He told me before he took her.”
“For fuck’s sake! You don’t think you should have shared this with us?” demands Hook.
I rub my forehead. “I didn’t tell you?”
“No,” replies Hook, with no small amount of venom.
“It’s been a trying time.”
“Alec, this was important. What was Ann’s real name?” asks Jax.
“Ann Felder.”
Jax sighs and nods. “Right, I knew that. This makes it a lot fucking easier to track them.”
“You said you had another lead?” I ask.
“Yeah, but if Ann has family, they could be hiding with them.”
“Good. Now, you’re behind on your shipments. You owe us fifteen. When can we expect delivery?”
“It takes time to rebuild. We have supplied you with merchandise.” Jax sits back in his seat.
“It’s been six months. Surely, you have your people in place by now?”
“It’s not that easy. We’ve changed the way we do things. We can’t have this happen again.” Jax shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “We’ll make up the lost girls. There’s a shipment coming through soon. Illegals. They’ll make us square.”
“Merchandise,” I reply as I stand and walk to my study door. “Good. We’re done here. Contact me when you have information on Ann or her father. As for the product, go through our normal channels. I don’t want to discuss this with you again.”
Jax stands and places his tumbler on the coffee table. Hook does the same.
“You don’t like whiskey?”
Hook eyes me and shakes his head. “Can’t lose another prez. Need to be on my toes.”
I nod and turn my lips down. There’s something not quite right about this one. But I know he’s been in the club for a while, so he must be trustworthy. Still, a man who doesn’t drink with you is someone to be cautious of.
“Alec, we’ll get this fucker. We will deliver, and everything will go back to the way it was.”
I hold out my hand to Jax, and as he grasps my hand, I lock eyes with him. “Make sure it does.”
My meaning is clear—if things don’t go back to normal, we will find another supplier, and I’ll have Jax’s head on my wall.
JAX
I walk out of Alec Petrov’s house smiling to myself. He thinks he’s the big man, but he’s not half the man his father was. Hook gives me a quizzical look as I mount my bike.
“What?”
“What are you grinning about? That fucker threatened you, us.”
“I hold many of Alec’s secrets. I’ll be fine. Let’s go hunting for the Felders.”
Hook climbs on his bike. “Yeah, I’ll put the word out. Now that we have a name to go on, it should make things easier.”
“You find Candy?”
“Tracked down where she was living. Real name is Suzannah Stone. She’s got a kid called Jack. She paid off the babysitter and disappeared. It’s as if fell she off the face of the earth. There’s no trace. Doesn’t mean I won’t keep looking. If it’s one thing I’ve learned, there’s always something, I just haven’t found it yet.”
I nod at him and start my bike. The front doors to Alec’s home open and a burly security guard comes out with a large envelope. He holds it out to Hook, who takes it from him.
“Boss says it’s got all the information on Mrs. Petrov you might need.” He nods once and goes back inside.
“Well, this should make things easier,” I state, looking at Hook.
He tucks the envelope into his waistband at the front and does up his jacket and nods. “Yeah. Where are we off to?”
“Clubhouse.”
Hook nods. “Brother, do you mind if I follow you and then call it a day? I’m not feeling the best. I’ll get Reaper to keep an eye on you.”
“I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”
“No, you don’t, but if something happens to you, I’m out. And I like being in.”
“So if I’m fat and happy, you’re fat and happy?”
“Something like that.”
I snicker at him. “See if you can keep up.”
The clubhouse bar is full of members. I walk in and head straight for the backroom with Hook following close behind. Sitting on the desk, naked, is a club whore. I think her name is Debbie. Laughter bubbles up out of me.
“Well, looks like today is my lucky day.”
Hook pats me on the back. “Wrap it twice with that one, Prez.”
“Shut the door on your way out.”
Hook chuckles and leaves the room. I undo my belt buckle and walk toward Debbie. The closer I get to her, I realize she’s out of it. “Debbie?”
“Yeah, Jax?”
I go around the desk and open the top drawer full of condoms. I tear one of them open with my teeth, pull out my cock, and stroke it. It’s been a few days since I got laid. I put the condom on and walk back around the desk and look into Debbie’s eyes. “You’re fucked up, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, Jax.”
I push her back on the table, then grab under her knees and pull her forward so her ass is off the desk. “You’re going to enjoy this.”
“Yeah, Jax.”
I push into her, and she closes her eyes. There’s no reason to take it easy on her, I’m probably one of many who’s fucked her today. The only sound in the room is our bodies slapping together. I pull out of Debbie and flip her over. She’s done this before. Her hands grip the other side of the desk, and she spreads her legs, ass up in the air. I grip her hips and begin my assault again.
“Jax!”
“Nearly there,” I hiss.
“You’re hurting me.”
I smile at the back of her head.
Does it really matter?
“Jax!”
I stop and look around the room. On the floor near the door is a shirt, it’s probably hers. I pick it up and go back to Debbie as she’s standing up. I ball the material up and shove it in her mouth, then I push her back down while she struggles beneath me. Laughter erupts from me as I fuck her as hard and fast as I can, not caring if I hurt her or not. She is, after all, club-whore property.
HOOK
I’ve no intention of watching Jax fuck Debbie. I can barely stand the man, and seeing him screw the club slut isn’t on my list of things to do before I leave this planet. I ride out of town, hoping I never have to go back. It takes over an hour to get to my destination, then I park my bike behind a sign and get into the small car that’s been hidden here and drive for another two hours. All this to make sure they don’t follow me or find out what I’m up to. It’s exhausting, but it’s been over six months since I’ve made this trip.
I arrive at the cabin hidden in the woods. There’s no one around as I get out of the car and mount the stairs to the porch. The door is locked, so I check the usual hidey-holes for the key. The top of the door, not there. The fake rock, not there. Under the welcome mat, not there. I’m about to start digging through the overgrown garden when the front door opens.
“You’re overdue.”
“Fuck, Shannon, you’re here?”
“I’ve been here the first week of every fucking month for six months. Where the fuck have you been?”
I hold up my hands in surrender. Shannon is six foot of Amazon goddess—long blonde hair, perfect, creamy skin, and blue eyes which can cut a man down with an icy glare. A smile cracks her beautiful face, and she runs toward me. Her arms go around my neck, and her legs wrap themselves around my waist.
“Guess you missed me?” I chuckle.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
With my hands firmly under her ass, I walk up the stairs, carrying my precious cargo. Shannon kisses all over my face before she finally finds my lips. With her lips pressed to mine, I kick the door closed and walk toward the bed. Sitting down, I let my hands roam up under her shirt and massage one of her breasts. Shannon moans, my tongue dips into her mouth, and as with every time I kiss this extraordinary woman, t
he taste is like a drug. Shannon grinds against me, and I rip off her shirt. She’s wearing a black lace bra, which I roughly pull to one side and take her pebbled nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it.
“Wait.”
I stop and look at her.
“Do we need condoms?”
What she’s really asking me is if I’ve fucked any of the club whores. I shake my head.
“I won’t be mad.”
“Shan, I haven’t slept with anyone else. It’s you and me. Forever and always.”
A frown mars her forehead. “It’s your job. You have to fit in. I understand.”
And I know she does, but the idea of putting my cock into one of the well-used club whores leaves me as limp as a noodle.
“Told them I’m shy. I get ribbed about it, but I’m clean.”
Shannon rests her forehead to mine. “If you’re lying to me, and I get a sexually transmitted disease, I’ll shoot you.”
I stand up and turn around, throwing her on the bed. “I haven’t slept with anyone, on my father’s honor.”
I kick off my boots and let my jeans fall to the ground, the rest of my clothes quickly follow. Shannon is kneeling on the bed, shirt open, eyes locked on my erect cock.
Slowly, she crawls toward me, then grasps my cock with one hand and puts her mouth over it, sucking. Her tongue swirls across the tip, and I groan. My hands twist in her long blonde hair as I pump in and out of her mouth. My balls begin to tingle, and if I let her keep this up, I’m going to blow my load. I back out and pull her up by her hair. Kissing her passionately, my hand goes up under her skirt—Shannon doesn’t have any underwear on, and she’s wet. I slip a finger into her, and she bucks against me.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” Shannon pants.
I grin at her. “Lay down.”
Shannon falls back on the bed. I kiss up the inside of her leg, biting, licking, sucking until I come to her mound. Her fingers thread through my hair as I suck on her clit and swirl my tongue over it. Shannon bucks and moans as I insert a finger, then another, all the while my tongue flicks across her most sensitive parts. Another finger goes into my goddess and another. Slowly, I draw them back then insert my whole hand. Shannon spreads her legs wider as I continue to work her with my tongue. I can tell by her taste, she’s close. I twist my hand in and out as I suck, and she did digs her nails into my head, holding me in position as she shatters around my fist, her pussy convulsing as she screams my name.
“Flint!”
When I’ve wrung every aftershock out of her, I carefully pull out my hand. My cock is dripping, and I need to find my release within her. I stand and pull her toward me by the ankles. Shannon has gone completely limp and compliant. I love her like this—face all soft, and she’ll let me do anything I want to her body. Right now, I only want to come inside her. With her legs over my shoulders, I thrust inside her. She’s wet and willing as I pound into her again and again. A familiar tingle begins in my balls, and I know I don’t have long to go.
I stop and look down at her. “On your knees.”
“Baby, I’m—”
“On. Your. Knees,” I repeat in a stronger tone.
Shannon flips over and positions herself on the edge of the bed.
“Spread your legs wider.” Shannon does, and I slam into her. I don’t move. I stay deep inside her, enjoying the feel of her. “Work yourself.”
“Baby, I’m not sure I can get there again.”
My thumb goes to her anus, and I push it in. Shannon throws back her head in ecstasy and grinds back onto me. I know what my woman loves.
“Work yourself.”
One of her hands goes between her legs, and I move in and out of her with my thumb and cock. When I feel like she’s ready, I pull out of her vagina and into her forbidden treasure. This throws her over the edge, and she comes again. I’m careful as I move in and out as I don’t want to hurt her, but when she starts matching me thrust for thrust, my control slips, and I pound into her. My body feels like it’s being pulled tight like a string, then I’m falling as I spill my seed inside of her.
“Fuuuck!” I roar as I hold her tight against me.
Breathing heavy, with my fingertips, I lightly stroke her back. Shannon has her head resting on the bed, ass still up in the air, keeping us firmly joined.
“You okay?”
“Damn, baby, you should go missing for six months more often.”
“I think I’m done.”
Shannon raises up onto her elbows and pulls away from me. I groan as my cock is released from her body.
She turns on her knees and faces me. “For real?”
“Yeah, I think you’re going to like what I’ve got.”
With tears in her eyes, she kisses me softly. “Let’s go shower, and you can tell me.”
“Yeah. It’ll be good to finally come home.”
We are sitting on the couch, the fire going even though it’s not cold enough for it. Shannon wanted it, so I lit it. I did open all the windows so as not to overheat the place. We both have a coffee in our hands. Neither of us is speaking as we listen to the conversation between Alec Petrov and Jax. I’m studying Shannon, she’s chewing on her bottom lip, hunched over her coffee, listening.
When it finishes, she looks at me. “It’s not enough. He could argue he was talking about merchandise, and Jax was making a joke. I’m sorry, babe, we need more.”
I stand and throw my coffee cup at the wall. It shatters and coffee sprays everywhere. “Five fucking years! I’m done, Shannon. I can’t do this anymore. Do you know how hard I’ve worked? Do you know how much of myself I’ve lost to this fucking MC? I want out. I want to come home, to you, to us, and get my life back.”
I feel her arms snake around my waist, her front to my back. “I know. I know,” she whispers.
“No, you don’t know. The things I’ve seen? Surely, with everything I’ve given you over the last five years, we can build a case?”
“Circumstantial.”
I put my hands over hers and look up at the ceiling.
I’m not angry.
I’m resigned.
I’m never getting out from this MC.
“No one’s ever been under for this long. I know it’s hard on you, but you’re in a position of trust, and we have the opportunity to get them all. I know you want it. I know you want them all put away. We need Petrov to incriminate himself, then we’ll have the head of the snake, and you can come home.”
I know she’s right. But I’ve bent the law, I’m not sure if I should be allowed to go home. The things these animals do. The things I’ve done. I meant it when I said I hadn’t fucked another, but there’s been times when I’ve let a whore blow me. I have to keep up appearances. Then there’s the tattoo which covers my back. The club logo is embedded deep in my skin. Not to mention all the other ones I have on my hands and arms. All to show loyalty.
“How’s my mom?”
Shannon moves around me, keeping her arms on my waist. “She misses you. Use my phone to call her.”
Shannon reaches up and uses her thumb to wipe away a tear from my face I didn’t know I had shed.
I scrub my hands over my face, nodding profusely. “Yeah, give me your phone, babe. I’ll call her now.”
“No. Let’s eat, you need time to decompress. Then, we’ll call her together.”
“What are we having?”
“Steak, boiled potatoes with sour cream and a whole lot of butter, and corn on the cob. You’re cooking on the dilapidated barbecue out back.”
I smile. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Neilson wants to see you, too. Get an emotional health check. He’ll be here in about an hour.” Shannon kisses me lightly. “Flint, you’ve got this. You’re so close, baby. You’ve never even been in the same room as the Russian mob before. Give us Petrov, and you’re home and hosed.”
“I can’t do another year. It was supposed to be a short undercover operation. I want a
life.”
“The FBI knows the stress you’re under.” I scoff at her and move away, shaking my head. “Flint Armstrong… we do know. These people sell young girls as young as nine into the sex-slave market. You’re going to stop them. No one thought you’d do as well as you have in five short years. No one expected you to become Sergeant at Arms. They trust you. I know Hammer dying meant you had to start again, but look at what you’ve delivered? You’re close.”
“And every day I’m closer to losing myself. Every day I walk the line.”
Shannon moves to the bed and pulls up the covers. She clips her FBI badge to her pants and puts on her shoulder holster.
“You’re a good man, Flint Armstrong. I know you can walk that line.”
Shannon moves past me into the small kitchen and pulls out three steaks.
I guess Neilson is coming for dinner too.
We are at the back of the house while Neilson listens to the recordings. I have no desire to hear him tell me the exact same news Shannon told me. He was a couple of years ahead of me at the academy. Both of us went for this assignment, and I was so fucking proud when I got it over him. Now, I wish it had been the other way around. I was married to Shannon, and it helped me get the job. Senior agents thought having a wife who understood would make it easier on our marriage and me. It hasn’t. Shannon is turning thirty-four this year, and we’ve always said we wanted kids before she turned thirty. She doesn’t say anything. Shannon’s always been kept in the loop where the task force is concerned, and she knows how important all this is. But her biological clock isn’t slowing down.
The steak is good, and Shannon has my favorite beer in the fridge. When I finish my last mouthful of steak, Neilson comes out and sits opposite me, handing me a beer.
“The Petrov stuff is good, but you know it’s not enough, yeah?”
I nod, the food in my stomach settling like a stone.
“How are you feeling?”
I glance at Shannon. “I want to come home. I miss my family, my wife. I’ve been under too long.”
Shannon moves and sits next to me, running her hand up my back.
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