Nightclub Surprise

by Michelle Love

  Heading back inside, he let Isabel in on the news, “We’re not getting out tonight.”

  She’d cuddled up on the tiny single bed, every blanket she could find in the dark, covering her up. “What if that person comes here, Grant? Then what? Use your cell to call the police.”

  He shook his head. “I guess the towers are down too.” He stepped out of his shoes then climbed into bed too, pulling her to lie on his chest. “I don’t have any service. And I doubt that person will be coming here tonight anyway.”

  “Even with all these blankets, I’m still freezing,” Isabel said as her body shook.

  “This may sound crazy, but I’ve heard that getting skin to skin is better than keeping all these clothes on under these blankets. Wanna try it and see?” he asked her.

  “I’ll try anything.” Isabel got out from under the covers and quickly shucked her clothing.

  Grant did the same then they met back in the small bed, holding each other tightly. “Yes, this is much better.” Grant kissed her on the forehead. “I can feel your body warming up already.”

  Isabel had nearly stopped shivering as her husband held her. Her nose pressed against the nook of his neck found a masculine scent that spurred her arousal. She moved her leg to cover his, then pressed her lips against a spot behind his ear. “You smell good.”

  His chuckle was deep, shaking them both. “So do you.” He nuzzled the top of her head, stirring the hair that she’d taken out of the braid. Honeysuckle filled his nostrils, making his cock pulse.

  Easing her to lie on her back, he moved his body to cover hers. Pushing her shaking knees apart, he settled between her legs, that wrapped around him immediately afterward, holding him to her. Pushing his hard cock into her warm recesses, he loved the way Isabel moaned with the penetration, “Grant, you feel so good inside of me. It’s as if you’ve just plugged in a heater; the warmth is spreading throughout my entire body.”

  With slow movements, he kept their bodies in constant contact, rubbing her clit with every move he made. “Good, I want you to be warm. We’re going to be okay here. I want you to feel comfortable and safe.”

  Isabel did feel that in that moment. Her husband had always shown himself to be trustworthy, and his commitment to her and her well-being could never be questioned.

  Their bodies moved in a slow rhythm, the heat enveloping them both. Their breath, warm and hard, made clouds of vapor in the cold air. Grant kissed his wife on the mouth to stop that from happening as it only served to show him just how cold it was truly becoming.

  Keeping their bodies warm was his main objective. Luckily for him, the best way to do that was to make love to his gorgeous wife. Things could’ve been worse, and he knew that.

  Isabel ran her fingertips across her husband’s back, moving them through the valleys and peaks of his muscular landscape. He kissed her with a long, slow ease that took her mind away from all things, save the two of them.

  She was glad to have a reprieve from the thoughts she’d been having. The idea that someone had been hiding away in the small home, selling babies had hit her hard. A mother herself, she had no idea how anyone could do such a thing.

  Her thoughts had consumed her, wondering if the parents of the babies had sold their children to the person or had the babies been kidnapped, stolen in the late nights while everyone slept? Did the parents wake to find their babies not in their beds where they’d left them?

  So many terrible ideas had flitted through her brain. Each one had left her feeling sick to her stomach. And she knew only one thing, she would do everything she could to stop this from happening to even one more child.

  The blizzard had stopped any progress from happening, and Isabel was glad to have her husband taking her mind away from the horribleness as well as taking the cold away from her body. Grant had always been there for her through the hardest of times. She had a feeling he’d always be there for her and their children.

  It made her sad to think about any of their children being taken. Fortunately for them, they had bodyguards to make sure that didn’t happen. They’d sent the guards with their children for the Christmas weekend. Grant was more than capable of taking care of himself and his wife. There didn’t seem to be a need for them to have a bodyguard watching over them.

  But Isabel had wondered, since finding the things they had, if they should’ve had at least one come to watch out for them. It still nagged at her mind that the person, or rather, the monster, would come back to the house.

  If they did come back, then what would happen? Would a fight ensue? Or would there be no need for one as the person might have a weapon, a gun perhaps, and shoot them as they slept?

  Isabel had been thinking all those thoughts and then some, until her husband took her mind and body to another place, far away from the freezing cold little house.

  Their bodies undulated as they gave more and more to one another. The heat inside both of them built up to the point that Isabel felt compelled to push the many blankets off Grant to give them a little fresh air as their bodies had racked up a high degree of heat.

  He caught her behind one knee, pulling her leg up, going deeper into her wet heat. His mouth released hers so that he could take in more air. “Baby, fuck!” he growled.

  Her nails dug into the flesh of his biceps as she held them so tightly, her body on the edge of a magnificent orgasm. Her eyes had been closed as Grant had kissed her while fucking her mercilessly.

  Grant buried his face in her neck, kissing and nipping her flesh as he moved in and out of her. She made a shrill scream as the orgasm ripped through her body, making her even hotter than she had been.

  Her convulsing cunt held his cock in its tight grip, making him find his release as well. Their bodies shook as the powerful orgasms took them over.

  Panting like animals, Grant fell on top of his wife’s now very warm, and sweating body. They slicked against each other as they tried to catch their breaths.

  Isabel opened her eyes as she felt something odd in the tiny room. All she could do was scream when her eyes met with a dark figure.

  Chapter Six

  Piper had fallen asleep, but then a nightmare woke her up. She sat up in bed, trying to regain her breath as she’d lost it while reacting to the horrible dream.

  Pushing Steve to wake up, she gasped, “I think something terrible is happening! Wake up!”

  He rolled to face her; the blankets pulled up around him. “You’re dreaming, Piper. Go back to sleep.”

  Shaking her head furiously, she shouted at him as if he was far away, “No! They’re going to be killed!”

  Steve sat up, running his hands up and down his wife’s arms. “No one is going to be killed. You’ve just had a nightmare is what it sounds like. Now lie back down, put the blankets back on and settle your mind.”

  Piper knew something bad was happening. She could see things others couldn’t. That was a thing her husband never did believe, but she knew it was true. “Steve, we need to get the police to the house. Somehow, we have to get help to that couple who rented our house. You don’t understand.”

  “I do understand.” He pushed his wife to lie back then covered her up. “We’ve just found out some devastating news, and it has given you a nightmare. There really is nothing more to it than that, Piper. And even if we wanted to, we have no way to contact a soul.”

  Piper wasn’t happy with that. She knew it was true. “Steve, if anything happens to them, I’ll never forgive myself. Will you?”

  “I don’t know what you think will happen to them.” Steve lay back himself, pulling the eight blankets up to cover his body that had already grown cold with the chilly air. “Worst case scenario, they have to go out to their car, open the garage door, that will open without the electricity being on, and start the car then turn on the heater.”

  Piper shook her head in aggravation. “No, it’s not the cold I’m worried about. My dream was so real.” She closed her eyes to recall it all in detail. “There wa
s this dark figure, a large dark figure. I think it might be the man who is behind the baby-selling thing. And he’s not happy with the fact that his safe was broken into. I could feel it. He’s got to end them before they can turn that evidence into the police.”

  Steve laughed then put his arm around his over-imaginative wife. “Nonsense. First of all, no one is going to be out in this snow storm. Second, did you see Grant? The man is made out of super-human muscles.”

  “A gun can override muscles any day, Steve.” Piper turned to face her husband. “We’ve got to do something. Don’t you remember when we took a walk through the woods using the GPS on our phones to track the path from here to the other house?”

  “I do,” he said then kissed the top of her nose. “But we don’t have access to that right now. Not with the cell towers being out.”

  “But we did walk there and back.” She ran her hand over her husband’s cheek. “I think I can recall the way. We have to try.”

  Steve thought his wife was loony. “Baby, even if we could find our way there, we’d freeze on the way. And what are we supposed to do if we do get there and find some maniac trying to kill our guests?”

  “Um, I guess we could kill him.” Piper hadn’t thought that all the way through yet.

  “And just how are we going to do that?” Steve asked her with a crooked grin. “My ninja skills? Your cooking?”

  Her husband had always teased her about her cooking skills or lack thereof. Batting at his chest, she scolded him, “Steve, this isn’t the time to be joking! We can take something. Maybe I could carry a garden hoe, and you could take a shovel. You know, Bam! Whack! Done and done.”

  “You feel that confident wielding a garden hoe?” he asked her. “Cause I don’t feel that sure about using a shovel to, how did you describe it? Whack a guy?”

  With a sigh, Piper knew she was arguing with the world champion arguer. She’d lose, she always had when it came to most things. Sure, she’d win an argument every now and then, but Steve was the bull-headed person in their relationship.

  But then it occurred to her what else Steve was. He wouldn’t leave her on her own to take care of anything this big. “I’ve gotta go pee.” She hastened out from under the covers to get to the bathroom. “I’m cold too, I’m going to add a few more layers and maybe a couple more pairs of socks too while I’m at it.”

  Steve looked peaceful, thinking he’d finally gotten through to his wife. Her notion of hiking through the woods with a couple of gardening tools to take someone out was ridiculous. Sure, he hoped that the couple who had rented their little BDSM house was going to be okay, but he seriously doubted that anyone would venture out in that kind of weather, crazy or not.

  The minutes went by, and still Piper hadn’t come back to bed. Steve lay there, snuggled in tightly under the heavy blankets. As he laid there, he thought about the fact that their walk-in closet was in that bathroom. The only one in their home. There was a door on the other side of the bathroom too that led into the living room. From the living room, you went into the kitchen and off the kitchen was the garage. In that garage were the gardening tools too.

  He waited another moment or two before calling out, “Piper?”

  Nothing came back to him. So, he got up and went to the bathroom, finding the closet door and the door to the living room both wide open. Upon further inspection of the closet, he found two of Piper’s coats were gone, and so were her rubber boots.

  “Damn!” That woman had no clue what she was getting herself into.

  Steve hurried to put on as many clothes as he could before going out to the garage. Lying up against their car was the shovel Piper had talked about. He took it and followed her footprints in the snow after finding the flashlight she’d also laid on the trunk of the car for him.

  “Damn woman! She’s gonna get us both frozen to death!” Steve headed out of the side door of the garage into the nearly blinding blizzard. No matter how foolish his wife was being, he’d never turn his back on her.

  But he wasn’t about to let her go through with her plan. No way in hell. All he was going to do was catch her tenacious ass and haul it back to their home.

  Her plan was far too dangerous. Not that he thought anyone was at their other home, but the freezing temperatures were what had him afraid.

  If anything happened to the love of his life, Steve had no idea what he’d do. Probably go insane and have to be put in a mental hospital. If he didn’t just keel over right with her.

  What had she gotten them into?

  Why would she do such a foolish thing? And over complete strangers?

  Steve had no idea why she’d be so damn crazy. And there couldn’t have been a worse time either.

  Every step he took, he prayed that he’d get to her and catch her before anything bad could happen to her. And even as he followed the deep footprints she’d left in the snow, he noticed that more snow was covering them very quickly.

  Steve had to hurry just to catch up to his wife.

  Could he make it to her in time?

  Chapter Seven

  A blow to the back of his head, had Grant knocked out, leaving Isabel defenseless. The dark figure wasted no time. Grant’s unconscious body was pulled off Isabel’s and dropped on the floor as if he was nothing more than a rag doll.

  Although Isabel fought with all her might, she was no match for the monster of a man. His meaty fist connected with her jaw only once before she too was rendered unconscious.

  With no idea what was happening, Isabel and Grant were powerless to do a thing to save themselves. And when the cold woke them both up, they found themselves bound. Grant was in the chains that hung from the ceiling and Isabel was in the stocks. A lone figure sat in a chair, smoking a cigar.

  The smell wafted through the cold air, air that wasn’t nearly as cold as it should’ve been. Grant’s eyes grew accustomed to the dark; he saw his wife, trapped in the stocks. “You need to let us go now, and nothing will happen to you.”

  A sharp laugh filled the air. “Nothing is going to happen to me anyway.”

  Isabel began to cry. “We have children, please! If you let us go, we promise never to say a word about this. Please!”

  “Those cries do nothing to me. You see my heart froze a long time ago. My conscience went right along with it. But money is a thing I do react to. And by that Maserati in the garage, I’d suppose you got some of that green stuff I like so much.”

  “Anything you want, I’ll gladly give it to you. Just let us go.” Grant tired hard to control his temper. The fact was, he was shaking, not from the cold as it just wasn’t that cold, somehow, but from anger. He felt more anger than he’d ever felt before.

  Isabel turned her head from one side to the other. Although held in a bent over position, she could see a little bit. The red glow of the space heater had her wondering about the power. “Did the power come back on?”

  “No,” the dark figure answered. “I have a generator hidden in the woods out back that I use. If I would have used the home’s electricity, then I might’ve gotten caught. Smart, I know.”

  Isabel saw a chance to butter up the monster of a man. “Yes, you are very smart. Now, how much money would you like and once we’re set free we’ll make sure to get that to you, sir.”

  “How many kids you got?” he asked.

  Isabel tried not to bark at him, and Grant had to hold his tongue too. But finally, it was Grant who gained control first as he said, “Only one. Why do you ask?” He thought pretending not to know about what the man was doing would be a good idea. If he thought they were completely unaware of his human trafficking, then they stood a better chance of negotiating a way out.

  When Isabel heard Grant’s answer, saying they only had one child, she knew he had an idea. She’d keep quiet and let him play things out. If he had a plan, then she’d follow along. Silence would be her weapon of choice.

  “How old?” the man asked.

  Grant was quick to respond, hoping like h
ell that Isabel was catching onto his plan. “He’s twenty-two.”

  “Shame.” The man went quiet. “Hey, wait a minute. The lady said you had children. That’s plural, meaning you’ve got more than one kid. You wouldn’t be lying to me, now would ya?”

  Grant gritted his teeth. He’d missed that. What the hell would he do now?

  Isabel took over. “You have to forgive my husband. You see, I think of our six teacup chihuahuas as our children. He doesn’t. Since our son, Charles left home, I think of those as our kids. Sorry for lying to you, sir. I had no intention of doing that. I’m scared is all. Panicked really.”

  “Hmm,” the man mused, not sure if he could believe a thing either of them said. All he knew for sure was that they had opened his safe and found the pictures of the babies he had up for sale.

  Mitch Strong, as he called himself, his given name was Walter Smith, was a man in the human trade industry. An industry he’d found himself in when he sold his daughter a few years ago. She’d been sold to a Saudi Prince for a lot of money. When she proved to be infertile, he found a baby he could buy and pass off as hers so that the prince wouldn’t demand his money back.

  The selling babies’ business proved even more profitable than the selling your daughters to Princes business, so naturally, he moved into that area. Especially since he had no more daughters to sell.

  But what was he going to do with these two people who were going to threaten his endeavors?

  Mitch Strong lived in a multi-million-dollar home in Los Angeles. All who knew him, which weren’t many as he wasn’t exactly personable, thought he’d inherited his wealth. He’d moved from Tennessee after selling his only child off after her mother had died. The girl was all of fifteen, innocent too. Her virginity made her worth a lot on the black market.

  “Let me see here,” he said as he ran the blade of a knife along his jawline. “My safe was opened, so I know you’ve been snooping through my private things. One would think their things would be safe in a place like this. A place where secrets are kept.”