by Brook Wilder
“I’m honestly thrilled. They are very protective, considering that we have no contract.”
Alina spoke. “What is a contract exactly?”
“My last master may have bought me but he couldn’t touch me without my express consent or a contract. Masters and submissives draft out an agreement outlining what the submissive permits and what is off limits. For example I refused to allow anything involving urine or feces and forbid my partners for leaving permanent scars on my body. I also do not enjoy hot wax or medical role playing.”
Hammer was more confused than ever but whatever was going on with this chick, she sounded like she knew what she was talking about.
Alina seemed curious and amused. “So you just hang out, shop, get your nails done and fuck in inventive ways, while your master works hard, strives to keep you happy and makes sure your safe?”
“It is somewhat more complicated than that, but being cared for properly is something I have come to value in my short life. Master Ferguson gave his life trying to keep me safe. He will remain forever locked in my heart for that sacrifice.”
“Well that beats most of the relationship I’ve had. At least you don’t people throwing bricks through your window, calling you a betrayer and stuff like that. Trust me when I say that kind of thing gets old real fast.”
Hammer screeched the breaks. “Who threw a brick through your window? No one told me that.”
Alina turned her disbelieving gaze on him in an instant. “Well let me tell you all about that. Someone threw a brick through my front room window out of the clear blue sky the other day. Want to know what the note said?”
Hammer swallowed thickly as he waited for her to tell him.
The note read: “I know that I said it was nothing personal. Now it is.” Tilting her head, she continued looking at him to see if he got the message.
“Fuck Miguel. I really hate that man. I hope he goes down for a very long time.”
“After what we found, every Grim in a cut will be in jail by sunset.”
Chapter 30
Dealing With A Rat
Pulling into the clubhouse, Alina immediately took Cassandra upstairs to freshen up as per Ivan’s directions.
Hammer strolled into his office. Rip immediately began to round up the brother’s for church. When Hammer entered the room on his brothers had just cracked open the small safe they’d taken from the dock. Dumping out the contents on Hammer’s desk, he began to log in the spoils. Everyone watched as he counted out close to a hundred and seventy dollars in small bundles of hundreds. There was a small bag of cut diamonds. Marlow looked up from a small blank book with scribbling in it.
“It’s his diary. You aren’t going to believe this but each one of those diamonds represents a woman Miguel sold. One perfect carat diamond is the price of a woman. Roughly eight to ten grand is the going rate of a pretty woman. I honestly never knew.” The man’s sarcastic tone spoke volumes of his disapproval.
Hammer replied casually. “Except for one particular woman. Seems they abducted one with some high class special training on being submissive. Her last master paid close to a million dollars for her. This is a pretty good haul for us. We don’t have to split it with the Russians because we agreed to allow them to take custody of the woman instead. Before you get your panties in a bunch. I agreed because she asked real nice like to be allowed to go with them. Think about it this way. If she has no place to go, why would she be interested in staying here with a bunch of bikers when she can with men who understand her apparent value?”
Marlow murmured, “That actually makes sense.”
Turnkey spoke up. “Makes sense hell. They were doting on the broad like she was carved of pure gold. Ain’t no woman worth that kind of groveling.”
A round of laughter went around the room, leaving Hammer with a smile on his face.
Hammer announced. “Twenty-five percent to the club vault and we split the rest between brother, all twenty.” Marlow jerked his head up and he smiled. Hammer spoke again. “You heard me, ever single man who spent time on the inside gets a patch. Turnkey comes in as a patch. That makes us twenty strong.”
Rip’s slow draw broke the confused silence. “Better count again. We got twenty-one.”
Facing his crew, Hammer’s gaze turned on Booker. “About that. We got ourselves a little problem with the Grim Crew having information on our routs that only patched members are told. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out who might be sharing confidential Kingsmen business with the Grim Crew, then Turnkey shared something interesting with me. Seems Miguel visited one of our brothers in jail. Care to know who that someone was?”
Looking around the room, he noticed that only Booker had his head down. As he stared at the man, the others noticed. Before long all eyes were turned on the man’s guilty continence.
Looking up at his brothers, the man began to deny the accusation. “I never saw him on the inside. I swear, I never spoke to him.”
Hammer pulled out the now slightly crumpled evidence and held it up. “Your sign in sheet says otherwise.”
Marlow rose from the ledger and crossed the room. “Miguel kidnapped Jaden and tried to kill us. Were you even on our side when the shooting started? We trusted you to cover our asses. Hell, we even had Alina there both times.”
When Booker didn’t respond, Marlow spoke again. His voice was low and harsh.
“Please tell me you weren’t shooting at us. Tell me that much.”
Turning to Rip, Hammer instructed. “Lock him up downstairs. We’ll deal with him after we get rested up.”
“Want me to have a little talk with him?”
Hammer shook his head no but the words coming out of his mouth didn’t match up. “Go ahead and see what you can get. You know what kind of information we’re looking for.”
“Sure thing, boss. I’ll let you know what I find.”
Booker stood up. “Don’t do this. I’m Miguel’s cousin. He’ll pay to get me back.”
Hammer whispered in shock. “That was the main thing I wanted to know. He’s been in Miguel’s pocket the entire time and we never even knew it. Take him away, Rip. Do what you have to get to the rest of it.”
Looking none too happy, Rip moved forward as a couple of brother’s drug Booker along with them. The man was working himself into a full blown panic and it frightened the females as he was drug through the main recreation room.
Hammer held up both hand in a calming gesture. “We just discovered he been working for the Grim Crew the entire time he’s been with us. You all know Kingsmen rules about shit like that, so calm the fuck down.”
Everyone sat back down but there was an air of sadness in the room. Hammer yelled, “Hey, why the long faces. The Grim Crew’s getting picked up by the police as we speak and they ain’t gettin’ out for good goddamn long time. The way I see it, this is a celebration. Until nine pm it’s a kid friendly one though. I’m sure the brothers would all love some turkey.”
He watched as people began moving again. Marlow gestured him back into his office and handed him the phone.
“Son Schu here and he not very happy. Son Schu want his guns now.”
Hammer gritted his teeth. Just great. “Sorry we missed you shipment date Son Schu. We’ll make it up to you.”
“Son Schu know all about Kingsmen problems. Ham Hammer in the slam slammer. You out now. You give extra gun?”
Hammer frowned that he’d somehow started a trend. “I have something better. I send Son Schu one shiny new diamond. One caret perfect diamond. Worth ten grand. Make Mrs. Son Schu very happy.”
“That good, Ham Hammer. You give good trade. Bye bye now.”
Before he could answer the phone went dead. The crazy little fucker had hung up on him.
Chapter 31
Screwing Up A Good Thing
Hammer headed up to his room. He needed a shower and a shot of whisky. This had been, hands down, the fuckin’ worst day of his entire life. Stepping into his bedroom,
he saw Alina had just finished arranging the Cassandra’s hair.
Immediately upon seeing Hammer, the woman fell to her knees and assumed the strange hands up position she’d taken in the shipping container. “Look, doll. I ain’t nothin’ special. You don’t have to drop to your knees for me.”
“It is a mark of respect for the man who rescued me. I was offering you my service.”
Alina’s mouth dropped open in shock. Meanwhile cold hot fury pounded through Hammer’s veins. “I got a whole clubhouse full of whores eager to suck me off. I don’t need a million dollar whore any more than I need a root canal.”
“Hammer!” Alina admonished.
He realized that probably sounded harsh. Closing his eyes, he swallowed down his anger. “Get on up off your knees, sugar. I prefer a plain old thank you.”
“I’m sorry. I did not mean to be offensive. Submitting is my way. It is why I was spared some of the more brutal treatment the other women were subjected to.”
“You mean with the Grim Crew?”
Nodding the woman spoke in a low voice. “Men are sexual creatures. My training allowed me to offer novel sexual encounters they had not known before. I rewarded them for using condoms and they strongly preferred cooperative companionship. I know wrong but a woman does what she must to survive.”
“Oh, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You were smart and resourceful. You should have been proud to come out of this whole situation with so little damage.”
“I am fortunate.” The woman agreed sincerely.
Hammer sat in a chair at a small table and motioned for her to sit across from him. She gracefully stood and moved effortlessly across the room. There was something special about the woman. He couldn’t put his finger on quite what it was but he liked it. Not enough to argue the point with the Russians but she was effeminate and her manner was accommodating. Hell, who was he kidding? That shit would get real goddamn old for him.
When Alina moved within reaching distance he snagged her and pulled her into his lap. His pretty little school teacher was the real prize when it came to women. She was pretty, soft, and always hot for him. Not like this polite million dollar bitch. She seemed cold somehow and Hammer found himself eager to be rid of her.
Turning to the collared woman he inquired gently. “Well, since the Russians made you off limits for all the brothers, would you feel comfortable going downstairs alone? I’d like to talk to my pretty little friend alone.”
“Knowing that I am under the protection of Ivan and Serge, I feel quite comfortable. Thank you for the consideration.”
Hammer just shook his head. “You, Ivan, and Serge have something in common besides you lifestyle choices. You all three talk like you’re at Buckingham Palace or something.”
“The formal speech pattern is more of a personal choice. It’s not linked to the lifestyle.”
“Good to know. Now scram, doll.”
The woman rose to her feet again and strolled from the room.
Hammer grimaced. “Can’t say I’m sad to see the backside of Miss. Cassandra.”
“Did the Russians make it back yet?”
“Nope. This is a big case and we want it to stick, so they will be as thorough as possible. Might take them the better part of the night.”
“Are you over being made at me?”
Looking into the face of the woman he loved he spoke softly. “I just have one question. Why?”
Alina tried to jump to her feet but he held her fast.
“You’re such an ass, Hammer. I can’t believe you ever thought I’d do that to you.”
“Can’t imagine who else would have called CPS. Even though I found out a brother was ratting on us to Miguel, he wouldn’t have called CPS because he got himself arrested as well.”
“I think it was Miguel. Think about it. Someone called the very day we sprung him.
Though they said the call was made the day before, when we checked the records it was made at around four am that morning. About the time that you and the guys were all planning the big rescue. It think your rat told Miguel and he let you capture Jaden then just called the authorities because he knew that the last they were called the police got involved. He probably hopped they’d find bloody clothes and stuff that would enable the police to put you and your whole crew away for a long time. Then he could just move in and take over your operation at his leisure, with no one to stand in his way.”
“It all sounds a little far-fetched to me”
“More far-fetched than the woman who loves you intentionally trying to get you arrested? Let me go. I need to check on the turkey.”
“I got some meat for you to check on right here, kitten.”
“Don’t you kitten me. Didn’t you tell Cassandra you had a whole clubhouse of women willing to suck you off? You should call one of them. Better yet, I’ll do it for you.”
“God, I never realized what a turn on you are when you’re being feisty.”
“Go to hell, Hammer. And let me go.” The more she struggled against him, the harder it was making him.
Standing, he took her right along with him and tossed her on the bed.
“Strip, you sexy bitch. Strip it all off.”
“Fuck you, Hammer.”
“Don’t play with me, kitten. It’s been a very long day and I need you. Ain’t no other bitch gonna due, not even the million dollar one. Come on and give it up. You know, you want to. I can practically smell your arousal.”
“Yea, well that’s what separates people from animals. The ability to choose.”
Hammer stared at her. She’d scrambled off the bed and was now standing defiantly behind it with her hands on her hips. Even her angry glare was turning him on.
Hell, what was he thinking, trying to reason with the overly emotional bitch? Slowly his hands came up and pulled his shirt over his head. Her pupils dilated when she saw his chest. His hands tore roughly at the front of his pants. Pushing them down, along with his underwear, he kicked them aside. Alina’s hands had dropped from her hips and she was chewing her bottom lip. He had her hooked. He just needed to reel her in.
Bringing his hand to his rod, he slowly stroked up and down. “Go get the pretty little million dollar bitch. Tell her I’ll accept her…service.”
Stroking himself again, he purred. “If I can’t have the bitch I want, I settle for the one I rescued today. Maybe I’ll write my name along that collar of hers. She might be worth wrangling with the Russians over.”
He tried, unsuccessfully to keep the smug smile off his face when her hands moved to her buttons. She watched intently as he stroked himself, her hands moving quicker and quicker to rid herself of her clothing.
“That’s a good girl. I knew you’d see things my way. You and I are meant to be Alina. Ain’t no bitch ever gonna come between us, especially not that one. Now get your pretty little ass on the bed. It’s been too long and I need inside you right goddamn now.”
Climbing onto the bed she hurried into his arms. Her eagerness caused a curl of pleasure to snake through his gut. Her touch was like an electrical current, reminding him that he’d been alone for far too long. She rubbed her soft body against his and her hands roamed over his arms and chest.
Snagging her hair in one hand he gently pulled her head back to expose her throat. Licking a long line straight up the middle, he landed on her lips. She opened for him immediately and took what was rightfully his. It didn’t matter if he could ever trust her or not, he’d fuck her until he was old and grey. That much in his life was certain. Sliding his hand down he cupped one breasts and dipped his head to tease her nipple. She responded by digging her nails into his arms slightly as she gasped. Nipping his way over, he tongued the other before forcing her down beneath him.
Hammer loved being on top of her, looking down at her adoring eyes and beautiful naked body. He kissed her neck as she instinctively wrapped her long legs around his waist. Rubbing himself against her body he could feel how ready she was for him. She w
as so eager that she grabbed his rod and brought it to her entrance. Hammer sank down slowly into her heat and began earning his club name all over again.
His rational mind told him that after not having sex for a couple of weeks any kind of sex would fell sublime. However the emotional part of his brain knew better. He was power fucking the one and only women in the world he was certain he could never trust. Hammer found he was of two minds about the experience. How could fucking her feel so good if it was so wrong? Then maybe he was so fucked up that the wrongness of the situation was the very thing that made fucking her so good.
