Scooter eyed Talon as he stood in front of Red’s locked apartment door. “I’m going for it.” He crashed his large frame into the door and it opened, offering no resistance due to its weak framing and flimsy lock. Why the fuck hadn’t he taken her away from this place? He was paying for his painfully shy personality trait; it had plagued him throughout childhood and now he was paying for it as an adult. She had never been safe here, not in this God forsaken neighborhood. If only he would have been like the other brothers and just taken the woman he wanted. He could only hope that it wasn’t too late now. He would never forgive himself if he didn’t save this girl.
They entered into the small, yet tidy, efficiency apartment. Scooter made his way over to a photo she had taped on the dresser. It was a picture of him and Talon and he wondered which man had made her want to put it up. He guessed it was probably his brother in arms, Talon.
He fingered the cheap colognes on her dresser and vowed that if he got her back, he would buy her department store perfume for the rest of her days.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Talon questioned.
“I thought she wanted you and figured she wouldn’t give me the time of day.”
“She just wants to belong. You’re going to have to get past that crippling shyness you deal with when it comes to women. They don’t read minds, bro.”
“I can assure you if we find that girl alive, I’m going to sweep her off her feet.”
“That a boy. That’s what I want to hear. We’re going to find her alive. We’re Dauntless and that means we don’t quit until the job is done.”
“I hope so. God, I fucking hope so.” Scooter swallowed the lump in his throat and continued looking around.
“Should we grab some of her clothes for when we bring her back to the club?”
“Nah, we’ll have one of the guys drive Raven and Grace over here in a truck and they can pack her stuff up so you can bring her back to the compound with you.”
“You think working with the cop guy will help?”
“Yeah, I do. If anyone knows that crazy convict motherfucker, Derrick does. Combine that with the fact that his woman is one of the abductees, and we may just have those girls home by nightfall. That convict may be crazy, but that agent is crazier.”
Chapter Twenty Two
Justine opened her eyes and immediately closed them again, unable to bear the pain that even the dim lighting brought to her throbbing head.
She hadn’t noticed her roommate in the small, concrete room until she spoke.
“My name is Rita but you can just call me Red. That’s what they call me at the club.”
“What club?” Justine talked in a low voice as if it would help to alleviate the pain she was experiencing.
“Dauntless MC club.”
“Okay, now some things are piecing together. My partner and I have been working on a case against you guys.”
“So, you’re a cop? Great, well normally I wouldn’t fucking speak to anyone who was causing them problems, much less a cop. Being that we’re prisoners at the hands of a crazy man, I’ll break that rule. How crazy is this guy?”
Justine pinched the bridge of her nose and spoke, “He’s a serial killer.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck no. Oh, my God. We’ve got to get the fuck out of here.” Panic immediately set in. Unlike her cop counterpart, Red wasn’t used to dealing with the criminally insane.
It was evident the poor girl was well on her way to a full-blown panic attack and Justine knew that was the worst thing she could do. Level heads prevailed and they were going to need to work together to get out of this mess alive.
“Look, you’ve got to calm down. Were you able to get in here with anything?”
“He took my cell phone but he didn’t check my boots and I made it in with this.” Red held up the scout knife she carried with the various tools.
Justine chuckled, “Girl scout, huh? Always prepared.” Red laughed and it seemed to ease some of the panic that had been present only a moment before. “Start working on that metal plate that’s screwed into the floor. There isn’t anything I would love more than to bust this asshole in the head with it when he comes through that door.”
“Geez, for a cop you’re a badass aren’t you?”
“No, I’m scared… which is infinitely more dangerous.”
The guys sat in the compound surrounding a computer as Derrick worked his magic. One of the members named Preacher spoke up and said what they were all thinking but none had addressed yet.
“Motherfucker, you look like a biker, you act like a biker, and you can’t tell me that you haven’t crossed the line a time or two. Are you corrupt?” After Preacher’s comment, the boys burst out laughing but now Derrick held their attention as they awaited an answer they already knew.
Derrick turned and eyed the biker who looked more like a gladiator than an ordinary man. What the fuck did they feed these guys? The guy looked like a wall of muscle that couldn’t be penetrated and would need to be shot down by any enemies he might’ve procured in his chosen lifestyle. His thick, black hair fell scraggly around his chiseled facial features. Derrick did the only thing he knew to do while on the spot in front of a group of men who could not only get away with easily beating his ass, but killing him. He was honest.
“I’m the most corrupt motherfucker you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting; I’m also the most loyal.” He stared into Preacher’s face, meeting his gaze with indifference.
The room erupted in laughter once again as the men expressed their pleasure in his answer. It was the best one that he could have given them.
Tiny spoke up and addressed Preacher, “That’s why we call you Preacher, because you always say what everybody is thinking. You tell what God loves… the truth.”
“That I do, Prez, that I do.”
Derrick’s voice cut through the jesting. It was time to get serious and rescue these girls.
“This convict doesn’t have a lot of resources. He is going to be forced to use whatever he had before he went to jail or what he’s been able to steal since he escaped. He managed to steal a vehicle but he’s already dumped it so I have no idea what he’s presently driving. In the past, he had a warehouse he worked out of in the warehouse district of Portland. The girls aren’t just in danger with him because that area is a bad area for huffers. It’s overrun with kids who huff paint thinner on a daily basis. It’s one thing to deal with a man crazy enough to abduct somebody even when he’s a serial killer. It goes to a whole new level when you throw a pack of boys on drugs in the mix.”
Derrick took a moment to turn and look at the men he was addressing. “I meant what I said about loyalty. If you boys are willing to stand by me while we get these women back, I’m willing to do any killing that might need to be done. If I shoot this bastard between the eyes, I can get away with murder. If one of you guys does it, it will mean prison time. If there is going to be any killing done, it will be by my hand.”
Chapter Twenty Three
Red struggled with trying to get one of the bolts loose on the metal plating attached to the concrete floor. Neither girl had any idea what they would do if they were actually able to secure their freedom. The only idea they had tossed around in conversation up until this point, was swinging the small metal plate around by the chain and hitting him in the head with it to knock him off balance. Of course, there was also the idea they had discussed of luring him close enough to one of them with pseudo sexual advances and stabbing him in a vital organ with the scout knife Red had managed to sneak in.
Both girls braced themselves as they heard the sound of hard-soled shoes making their way towards them, each step causing the fear in their chests to magnify the beating of their hearts. Like any woman found in their position, they weren’t just dealing with the fear of death, but also the fear of being taken against their will sexually. Justine knew this man had been in jail with no female companionship and she damn sure didn’t want either of them falling pr
ey to him sexually.
Both girls scooted against the wall as if it could offer some sort of protection against their depraved kidnapper. Red could feel the imprint of the knife under her ass where she sat. She didn’t have time to hide it any better before he made his presence known by the sound of his steps coming down the long hallway.
The sound of keys scraping the metal as he unlocked the door was the only warning they got before they were subjected to his rage. He came in screaming, ranting, and waving his arms around like a madman.
“You fucking vile cunt!” His anger was directed towards Justine. “I thought you were different but you’re just like any other woman. You’re a slut, a whore. I can’t believe the things you let him do to you—tying you up and beating you with his belt. That nasty whore cunt of yours drips for him, doesn’t it?”
Justine looked up at the man who was now in her face and spitting ugly accusations at her as if he was a scorned lover. His large hand reached out and wrapped around Justine’s throat. The intense anger he was feeling was obvious as he began to relentlessly squeeze with an intensity that was sure to break her trachea.
Neither Justine nor the convict saw the knife coming that Red stabbed in his neck. Only the arterial spray gave evidence to the fact that she had hit her mark and in a matter of moments, they would be successful in acquiring the death of their captor. They both sat, watching in disbelief, as the convict bled out right before their eyes.
Talon stalked his way across the room and pinned the object of his obsession against the wall. He fisted a handful of her hair and turned her face from side to side as he studied it at every angle. With the speed of a viper, he locked her wrists above her head with one of his large hands when she attempted to wrap her arms around his neck.
His eyes cut through her as his threatening growl addressed her behavior. “Did I give you fucking permission to touch me? You know better, girl.”
He watched as she bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “I’ve been easy on you up until this point, giving you lenience due to your innocence. Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me. Without. My. Permission.”
She watched in horror as he grabbed the top of her button up dress shirt and ripped it open from top to bottom with his free hand, sending buttons flying and leaving her breasts open and vulnerable to the man who stood before her. She clenched her hands as she looked up at the large man invading her space. She could feel her breathing becoming heavy and he hadn’t even touched her yet. “I wouldn’t move your hands if I were you.” His fingers pinched and pulled roughly at her breasts making it hard not to move her hands and shield them against his assault. He was purposely trying to make her disobey him. He leaned in to take a breast in his mouth and alternated sucking and biting it. Her hand moved of its own volition and grabbed at his long, black, braided hair.
With the swiftness of a puma, he grabbed her by a handful of hair and slung her onto the bed. In just seconds, she was cuffed and pulled up in a doggy style position with the top half of her body left lying down. She was now rendered helpless and spread open for his viewing pleasure while he made his way to a closet and retrieved a crop.
He removed the skirt she wore with the blade of his knife that cut through it like butter. He knew it was one of her favorites and he did it to make a point—even her clothing belonged to him. He loved owning her. She was like deep, dark chocolate that made you want to lick your lips after eating it to assure you had gotten all of its tasty goodness.
He bent down so he was at eye level and looked into her face as he spoke.
“One of these days, I’m going to hang you upside down and stand over you to eat that precious, little, pink pussy of yours. Now I know that was one of your favorite skirts and I damn sure know that blouse was a high dollar piece of clothing. You’re going to learn to listen to me, lawyer lady.”
The fire in her eyes said much more than she could relay by words or any other form of communication right now. “Oh, you are pissed, aren’t you? You’ll get over it after I beat your ass with this crop and blow the top of your head off with the orgasm I’m getting ready to give you.”
“I don’t like this. It’s embarrassing to be this spread open. You can see everything and I don’t like it,” she repeated.
“I damn sure like it because I can spank that tight, little ass of yours and then eat that pretty, little pussy up. I can assure you that by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to put you in bondage again. I told you I like control and control is what I have right now.”
He stood in a way that ensured she could see him rapidly pull his belt through the loops. “I changed my mind. I think I’d rather use this. I can change my mind being that I’m the one in control. Huh, Grace?”
“No, no, no,” she cried out as tears streamed down her cheeks.
When the first strike connected, it felt like fire and she screamed out, not caring how loud she was. She wondered if anyone would come to her aid but she knew, deep down inside, that everyone knew about Talon’s kink and no one would interrupt one of his sessions.
“Won’t do any good to scream out, baby girl, because everybody in this club knows how kinky I am,” he stated as if reading her mind. “When I tell you not to touch me, I fucking mean it.” He growled in her direction, reaffirming her transgression against him. Any reason to discipline her was a good one as far as he was concerned because he knew that in the end, they would be bound together by sessions just like this one. The bond runs deep with a Dom and his sub and he needed that kind of unbreakable connection with her to ensure that she would not only stay with him, but that she would never fuck another man. She wouldn’t be satisfied with anyone else and he would see to it.
Four more strikes of the belt had her sobbing as she pleaded for mercy and promised she would obey him next time.
“You need to know I fucking mean business when I tell you to do something, or, for that matter, not to do something.”
“I’ll listen. I swear, I will. It hurts, Talon.”
He made his way onto the bed and situated himself between her legs, pushing his face into her pussy and lapping at her opening like a kitten with creamed milk. He pushed two fingers into her and pulled them back towards himself, watching with interest as her body trembled.
“You’re so fucking wet from getting that ass beat, girl. Is that the first spanking you’ve ever had?”
“Yes, you’re going to make me come. Please, ahh, fuck…”
“Such dirty language for a professional of your high social standing. You get to come when I say you do, little girl.”
His fingers remained inside her as his tongue went back to work, lapping at her juices. She tasted so fucking good and it was because she was dripping wet for him and only him.
“Come for me, baby. Let me taste that come of yours.” His fingers pulsed at her clit right before he sucked at it with his lips and rolled his tongue around the swollen nub of flesh that coursed with electricity. She came unglued just like he knew she would.
He wasted no time pulling his thick, hard cock from his jeans and rubbing it up and down her slit. “Beg for that cock, baby girl.”
“I need you to fuck me. Please stop teasing me. I’m empty without you.”
He pushed just the swollen head of his member in. He gave her three short pulses and then one long stroke, balls deep within the depths of her core. His thrusts became deeper and more aggressive as he reached beneath her to rub her clit. The tight, velvety orifice clamping down on him was all he needed to go over the edge and he filled her with his fluids. He couldn’t ever remember a time that any woman made him feel the way she did.
He took a moment to get his bearings and then released her. He rubbed out her muscles and held her in the cove of his muscled chest as he stroked her long, blonde hair. “I love you, girl.”
“I love you too, Talon.” Though he was surprised she responded so quickly, he knew it was true. They were bound by much more than kink. They were bound by love.
Loud banging on the door and an aggressive mandate cut their pillow talk short and Grace instinctively knew that her services would be needed for the club in a way they had never been needed before.
Chapter Twenty Four
“Oh shit, oh fuck, is he breathing?”
“Calm down, Red. It was self-defense.”
“Nobody gives a fuck about self-defense with a woman like me. He is dead. He is dead. Oh God, I killed him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to prison for fuckin’ ever.”
“Nobody is going to prosecute you for defending your life. I’ll make damn sure of it; I’ve got your back. Listen to me and listen good! Don’t answer any questions before you have a lawyer. Maybe we can get that chick I’ve heard is Talon’s property to represent you. When they question you, you say he threatened to kill us and he started with me. This bruising I’m sure I have around my neck is proof. Right now, the only thing we need to be concerned with is getting the hell out of here.”
Red seemed to regain her senses at the promise of not being imprisoned. The fact that Justine was an ICE agent undoubtedly reassured her. She reached over to dig through the blood soaked pockets of the man she had killed and retrieved her phone. She dialed the clubhouse and immediately recognized Scooter’s voice. “Something really bad has happened. I need you to come get me but I don’t know where the fuck I am. Please, Scooter, I need your help.”
“We’ll be there. I swear to you, I will be there for you, girl.” A wave of something much deeper than just the promise of help from Scooter washed over her. For the first time, she realized that he had feelings for her. How had she been so blind? She had she been so busy trying to get a man who didn’t care about her that she had never noticed the one who did. She knew somehow he would make good on his promise to rescue her.
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