by Nikki Wild
Shit. Did I push too hard?
“The crate was due in eight nights ago on a ship bound from China,” Talon hissed his response, lowering down into his chair. “A couple of assholes on the boat dumped the crate a mile out. We’ve got a handful of men out on boats running sonar and trying to find the fucking thing.
“I don’t know who dropped the crate and I don’t know why. I didn’t even know it was your crate until somebody fucking called me. If I had been just fucking told it was your crate up front, I could have had ten guys guarding that shit all the way across the Pacific. This isn’t my fault.”
“I’m not here to blame you. I’m here to find that crate and figure out who’s responsible.”
“I’ve had my Dragons on double-duty stirring up shit in the local underworld. Nobody seems to know a goddamn thing about this fucking container. They don’t know why it was dropped, or who was behind it…”
I recognized that I wasn’t going to get anything else besides vague answers on that angle. Instead, I turned the attention to filling in the gaps elsewhere.
“So, how long exactly is it going to take you to find this crate for us?”
Talon’s eyes narrowed curiously.
“I already told your boss that it might take us a week or two to detect it and bring it back up to the port…”
“Maybe that’s not fast enough for my boss. I need you doubling your efforts, and I don’t care what it costs. That crate needs to be on this dock in the next forty-eight hours,” I said, trying to bullshit a way out of this damn office. I’d taken this little game too far, and the longer I stayed here, the more suspicious Talon seemed to become.
“I thought you might be bringing me something to make the search a little faster,” Talon replied, cocking his head sideways.
“We’re working on that,” I said, flashing him a smile and improvising my fucking heart out. “I wanted to talk to you face-to-face before the package came in later today, feel you out. I needed to meet the man who ran this territory to figure out how to spin this.”
Talon seemed satisfied with that answer, but his facial expression was slowly turning darker. He turned and coughed hard into the elbow of his jacket, taking a moment to catch his breath before he looked back up.
It was time for me to get the hell out of here.
“We’ll be in contact,” I offered up, turning toward the door, but I didn’t make it very far. Talon’s hand grabbed my shoulder, gripping it tightly enough that he stopped me in my tracks.
“I have a little message for your boss,” he said, his voice menacing. “You came here to my docks, and you showed me disrespect.”
“You’re right. My apologies,” I replied hesitantly. “You must have heard how my master can be. I’m only the messenger…”
“Tell Soroka Sarkonov that I don’t care who the fuck she is or how fucking powerful she is. The next time she sends someone to see me, they better show me every fucking ounce of respect I deserve. If they don’t, I’ll help them get to the bottom of the fucking ocean so they can search for her lost cargo personally.”
This did not sound like what Hunter had described. He mentioned that the people who met with Sarkonov’s proxies were the epitome of respect… Talon, apparently, did not play by those rules anymore…
“I should… leave…” I replied as he released my shoulder, taking a few steps towards the door.
“A course that I would recommend,” Talon agreed, a glint of sharp anger in his voice, “lest you desire a slow and agonizing demise at sea…”
I noticed that the door was opening. Both bikers stepped aside, glaring down at me as I passed quietly between them towards the elevator. To my surprise, the button had already been pushed for me.
“I don’t believe I ever gathered your name.”
My eyes fearfully turned back to Talon, who was gazing upon me from his desk with dangerous curiosity. I didn’t know what to do, but I suspected that he would know if I tried to lie…
“Sarah.”
“You’re not welcome here again. Tell Soroka she needs to send another of her proxies if she wants to talk to me. Enter my port again,” Talon roared loudly, “and it will be the last thing you ever do.”
I gulped in the instant.
“Are we clear?” He snarled.
Reluctantly, I nodded. “Crystal.”
“Good,” Talon growled lowly. “See to it that you maintain that understanding.”
Fifteen minutes later, I climbed off the back of another Los Angeles Dragon’s motorcycle. Just like the first time, there wasn’t another word spoken before he sped off, back to heel at his master.
I walked towards the entrance, trying to keep my head clear. It swam with heavy thoughts and the aftermath of what had just happened.
Dealing with Talon had been a perilous experience. I felt like my life was dangling in the balance with every sentence. Try as I might, I couldn’t remember the last time someone had rattled me so much.
Hunter hadn’t exaggerated when he explained the danger in approaching that man, nor when he related how bad an idea it was to have chased this case here.
I didn’t doubt that Talon would willingly, happily have had me slain on the spot, or dragged out to sea to be shoved into the ocean…
But I had more information for my client now… The crate was off-shore, and as far as my police training could tell me, Talon was telling me the truth about that... On the other hand, I got a real sense that he wasn’t telling me the whole story.
For instance, I was pretty sure that crate didn’t get pushed off the ship without Talon having a hand in making that happen…
It was something to go on, at least.
If the Lost Angeles Devil’s Dragons were involved, my client would want to know… But now that Talon had confirmed the existence of Soroka Sarkonov, I was starting to wonder about just who exactly my client really was.
Could they be one and the same?
And if Soroka had hired me to investigate the Devil’s Dragons, what would happen if I didn’t come back with the information she needed?
Who was I really dealing with?
Passing beyond the fences, I climbed into my car, twisting the ignition. It only occurred to me then how stressed and apprehensive I had been during the entire debacle. My hands were quietly shaking as I rested them on the steering wheel.
There was only one thing that I could do to quickly vent out my sudden bout of crippling aftermath anxiety. I needed to let something out, and fast.
I let loose a barrage of screams, shifted the car into drive, and got the hell out of there.
Hunter
As I ascended my metal steed after the meeting with Talon, I realized that I had a missed voicemail from Grizz. It would appear that he had woken up during my little meeting. His tone was displeased at my slinking away, but he was still committed to serving me.
“Found a spot for us to stay while we’re in town. Picked up the keys, sent the others off to get some cots and I’m getting it settled now. Texting you the address.”
Well, at least that’s going well…
Leave it to my reliable right-hand man to get shit done while I’m gone. Having a makeshift clubhouse here in LA would beat the hell out of shacking up in motels for a week.
I dialed Sarah’s phone.
When she didn’t pick up the third time, I left her a voicemail telling her that we were in town and to reach out to me when she was finished doing… whatever she was doing.
Grizz’s text sent me only about half an hour away, to an abandoned Chinese restaurant along a quiet and slow Los Angeles backstreet.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
A pack of Dragons, holing up in a Chinese place…
I wasn’t so sure that I could utilize a dilapidated restaurant as a new headquarters, but it worked surprisingly well. The place looked ancient, but there was room for bikes along the alley to the side, the windows were all boarded up, and the turf looked clean enough.
A quick glance in the kitchen showed that the equipment was still sitting there, meaning that we could at least fry up food for ourselves if we could get the gas turned on. There was even a small table and chairs by a wall nearby.
Grizz had outdone himself.
I started dragging a pair of cots towards the side room in the back, hoping to put together a nest for when I got back in touch with Sarah. Call me an optimist.
“No need,” Skid told me, one of my younger bikers. “We’ve already set up something for you and your woman, assuming…”
“Assuming that she’s coming back,” I finished the sentence for him. “She’ll be back. And thanks.”
I opened my voice up to catch all the members of my club. “Thank all of you. Run out to the nearest market and load up on beers, playing cards, whatever you need. Put it all on the club funds. I think we might be holed up in here for a while…”
A few of the men nodded, heading out the door to do just that. Meanwhile, I had suffered a long and fruitless day, so I took my phone off of vibrate, closed the door to the empty storage room, kicked off all my clothes, and slumped down to the makeshift bed.
It was neither a cot nor an actual bed but, given the present circumstances, it was still what I needed.
My ringtone jarred me from my sleep. As I glanced at my phone, I noticed that I’d been asleep about three hours, and that Sarah was calling me.
“Hey, Princess,” I murmured sleepily.
“You came.”
“Couldn’t leave you out here alone.”
“Even against Talon or Soroka Sarkonov?”
“Nah. I’ll always be by your side.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “I met Talon.”
“So I heard.”
“I believe you now, about Sarkonov. He’s pretty scared by her, just like you were… I think she’s the one who paid me to investigate the missing container… I took the money, Hunter. I’m supposed to call the detective who paid me with an update in a few days. What’s going to happen if I can’t give her the answers she wants?”
“I think you know the answer to that, Sarah… Soroka doesn’t leave loose ends.”
“I should have followed your advice… I’m so sorry.”
“You’re allowed to make a mistake every once in a while,” I lightly teased her down the phone. “We’re in this together now. Soroka must know we came out to California, and that means all of us are in danger until she gets her damn container back. Why don’t you tell me where you are, and I’ll come scoop you up?”
“I’ve still got the car.”
“Right, right… alright, I’m at this old busted Chinese restaurant on Los Verdes Street. It’s a small road – think you can find it?”
“I’ve got GPS. I’ll call you if I get lost.”
“Sounds good, Princess.”
“I’m sorry, Hunter.”
“Apology accepted.”
“See you when I get there.”
I was so exhausted that I passed straight back out. It was only when I noticed a fumbling around in bed that I started waking back up, straight to Sarah’s lips on mine.
“I’m so glad you’re here, babe,” she murmured as her face dived into my neck. Sarah had ripped her clothes off and climbed into bed naked beside me.
It was just the three of us:
Her.
Me.
The baby.
“I wasn’t gonna leave you out here alone,” I mumbled half-asleep. “Dangerous in Los Angeles… Talon and his club control the underbelly of the port, but there’s plenty of criminal activity in the city alone…”
“Shhh,” Sarah whispered, a finger pressing against my lips. “Just lie here and let me take care of things…”
“Take care of… things?”
“Shhh…”
I felt her hand grope around my cock, and relaxed my head back down into the pillow. With drowsy satisfaction, I enjoyed how it sprung to life within her grasp, hardening at her touch.
Sarah seemed to enjoy that as well, as I soon felt her lips wrapping around the thick rod and pumping it with her mouth.
“Oh god, Princess…”
“Shhh…” she reminded me after pulling it free from her lips. “Only a door between us and the Dragons…”
I took the hint and put away the dirty talk as her wet, velvety mouth slid around my throbbing cock. Stifling a grown, I enjoyed Sarah’s warmth as she began to bob up and down on my manhood, her curvy lips sucking down what I had to offer.
I bit my lower lip in frustration that I couldn’t tell her how great that felt, knowing that my voice would descend into telltale groans.
It didn’t help that I could hear the Dragons making merry just yards away, only separated by a door that didn’t even touch the ground or the ceiling.
I tapped her shoulder twice to let her know that I was getting close, and she plucked my cock from her mouth and gave it a few lasting strokes. Before I could come, she stopped, releasing my member and allowing the potential orgasm to die back down.
After a moment, I felt her ascending the cot, rising to take my cock inside her. It was only when she pressed her needful hips down against mine that I realized how wet she really was.
Her lower lips slid down effortlessly, taking my mammoth equipment into her slickened chasm like it was nothing.
“Fuck, Sarah…”
“Shhh!” She insisted quietly.
“Don’t know if I can do ‘Shhh’ much longer…”
She steadied herself against the bedding and started pummeling her hips against mine. I clutched my fingertips into her shoulders as she pushed downwards over and over, forcing my generous length up inside her as far as possible.
Our bodies rocked together in the dark, only our touch and the slight sounds of our quiet panting and groaning to distinguish us.
The way she was taking charge was primal, and I loved every second of it. I loved how she needed my cock, how she craved it, how badly she wanted it satisfying her…
My hands slipped down to her hips as she continued, holding her in place against my pelvis while she undulated her back. I reached forward and took one breast in my hand, fumbling around for the nipple until I could lightly twist it between my fingers.
A slight yelp rang out in the dark, and we stopped when we thought we heard the commotion outside draw to a close, but then there was another round of clinking beers, and the coast was clear.
Both my hands were tweaking her nipples now, careful to keep her tender breasts from enduring any pressure.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I heard her whisper in the dark. “I can feel it now, I think it’s starting to happen…”
“Do it,” I murmured as quietly as possible, placing a palm along her cheek. “Come for me.”
I felt her nod, and she clenched her muscles and dug her fingertips into my chest as she pummeled my hips even harder.
I was silently thankful for the soft, quiet material of our raised bedding when she finally came, her spine whiplashing with pleasure and her hips pushing so hard against mine that it almost hurt.
Feeling and not seeing the pleasure pushed me to my own climax, and the building pressure inside my cock exploded with release. I thrust my rock-hard erection as far up into her as I could manage as I pumped more of my seed into her welcoming body.
Sarah collapsed against me in bed. She was panting with lust fulfilled as my chest rose and fell, again and again, sucking in as much air as it could have.
“That was incredible,” she whispered in my ear. “I loved feeling you but not seeing you… I could only rely on your touch, and it made it so much more…”
I chuckled drowsily. “That was definitely intense.”
“It sure was,” she smiled in the dark.
“We’ll fi
gure this all out, Sarah,” I reassured her. “I know you need to find this container. I’ll sic my boys on Los Angeles, and we’ll handle this the way we handled Tucson – sniffing out leads and knocking on doors.”
“You really mean that?”
“Of course,” I told her. “We’re here for the long haul. We’ll help you sort this case out, whether it takes forever or a few days…”
“Talon’s up to something,” she replied thoughtfully, pulling up closer against my chest. “I can feel it.”
“I know, baby. He’s a dangerous one, though… better to not trespass on his territory if you can help it, especially after the stunt you pulled earlier…”
“Even if he’s behind this somehow? I’m telling you, Talon is involved!”
“Talon was pretty clear that he was going to start rolling heads if you or I – hell, if any of us stepped foot in that port again,” I softly replied. “Pissing him off again so soon isn’t such a hot idea…”
She went quiet, thinking on this while nuzzling my chest. My mind swam in endorphins after a solid round of fucking.
Everything was warm and comfortable.
Sleep was dragging me down hard…
Sarah
I tried to fall asleep, but the ache in my lower back combined with my fears and paranoia to keep me wide awake in the makeshift bedroom. I peeled myself away from Hunter’s muscular body and threw on a t-shirt and panties with every intent of coming back to bed after I grabbed a glass of water…
Until I saw the notification light flash on my phone.
A feeling of unease and washed over me. I pulled on a pair of jeans, then quickly scooped up the phone. Stepping out into the main space of the abandoned restaurant I made my way past the sleeping bikers and stepped out the front door for a bit of privacy.
The text message came from a number I didn’t recognize, but there was no doubt who was on the other end. It was my client…
My real client.
You’re running out of time, Sarah… And I’m getting impatient. Tell me I didn’t make a mistake when I hired you.
I stared long and hard at the message before tapping out a reply.
