Hell yeah, ya do. All night long, baby. All night long.
Keeping a straight face, when all I wanna do is laugh, I mimic her seriousness. “Far be it for me to tempt ya with more of my chocolate. Should I get dressed then?” Propping myself on an elbow, I slide a leg toward the lip of the bed and pretend I’m going to get up to find some clothes. I don’t make it very far when a determined Rosie slaps a hand on my thigh closest to her and digs her claws in to prevent me from leaving.
“Will you shut up and say what you gotta say? Don’t make me regret telling you that.”
“I won’t. I’m sexual fuckin’ chocolate.” There’s no way I’ll ever let that go. It’s out there now. She said it. I’m chocolate.
Someone’s cheeks pinken with a tinge of embarrassment, and possibly a dash of anger, a second before her eyes roll. “Are you done?”
Not even close.
I stifle a snicker, holding up a finger. “Wait. Wait. One more… Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. Guess I don’t need to get ya anything since you can get all your chocolate right here.” I grip my half-hard cock and flop the head around for show.
Pressing her lips together, Rosie pretends she’s bored with my humor, when I can tell otherwise. Those eyes don’t lie and neither does that cheek twitch. “I give up.” She starts to roll to her side of the bed.
Fuck that.
I grip her shoulder before she makes it too far. “No. Hey. Wait. Where do ya think you’re goin’?”
Head resting on her arm beside me, Rosie delivers a successful I’m-done-goofing-around look. “To sleep. I don’t wanna screw a piece of chocolate, and you won’t say what you needed to say.”
Fair enough. No more fucking off. I cut to the chase. “I want Mouse to move in with us. There. I said it. No more sexual chocolate talk.”
A pair of white-blonde eyebrows hit her hairline in surprise. “You want Mouse to move in here?”
That’s what I said. It’s not exactly what I had in mind when I worked with Big to get this place. But Mouse showed up and I can’t leave him to fend for himself. I took the kid on and moving him in with us seems like the only choice we’ve got.
Propping a hand behind my head, elbow out, I pat my pec with the other. Rosie takes the cue and cuddles me. I do the same in return, drawing designs along her shoulder with my fingertips as I keep her close, skin on skin. Her tits smash against my side and I fuckin’ love it. “Yeah. I… You save women, right? I wanna help with that. Mouse is kinda the same. He’s had a shit life. Why not give him a better one?”
“With us? You really think he’d be better off with us?” Rosie kisses my chest absentmindedly, and it has my heart doin’ double time. Those are the touches I live for. They might be small. Insignificant to some. To me, they’re life.
“Yes. I do,” I state with conviction. “We’re better than what he had. And the club life ain’t for him.” I brush the apple of her cheek with my thumb, staring at my Swan, committing every inch of her to memory.
“Neither is the hunting life,” she counters.
“That’s why he can live here. When we’re gone he can take care of the place.”
She doesn’t appear convinced. “Did you run this by him already?”
“No.” My thumb takes the scenic route to her lips, tracing the bow. “I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first. If you say no, then it’s no. I’m not gonna fight ya on it. But you know I wouldn’t wanna bring someone into our lives that I didn’t think needed our help. Someone that we could help. Bongo did offer to pitch in.” Hell, he did more than that. He said the kid could stay with him for the time being. Thing is, Bongo’s trailer is a dilapidated shithole filled with computer parts. The kid needs a home. Not skid row.
“The women I save I send to Whisky, Big told you that, didn’t he?” she prompts.
“Yeah. I know about that, and I know this ain’t the same. But you can’t tell me that, given the chance, you wouldn’t wanna be there to help those women on a daily. Not a one’n done.” There’s no way a woman with this big of heart doesn’t feel that way. She can pretend all she wants, but I know better.
A faint nod. “The thought has crossed my mind.”
“See…” I tug on her earlobe for emphasis. “This ain’t for life. This is just to help him get back on his feet, whatever that entails. I’ve never done this before, but I wanna do it together. He’s a good kid. You’ll like him.” More importantly, he’ll feel safe with her. He’d be stupid not to.
Rosie draws a circle around my nipple. “And you’re sure he’s legit safe? That we’re not welcoming a wolf in sheep’s clothing into our house. ‘Cause I don’t like killin’ kids.”
That makes two of us.
“Gunz and Bongo both looked into his background. It all pans out as far as we can tell.” There’s no way in hell I’d let Mouse set foot in my old lady’s presence if I didn’t know all the details of his life; down to his social security number and blood type. She’s too important to put in harm’s way, even if the little badass can more than protect herself. It’s my duty to see that she don’t have to, unless it’s necessary.
Her finger pauses on my chest, eyes locking with mine. “Okay. We can try it.”
“Fuck yeah!” Exploding off the mattress, I toss my woman onto her back and settle myself between her spread thighs before she can take her next breath. She laughs in tinkly surprised delight as I sprinkle her face in cheesy, open-mouthed kisses. “You’re amazing, babe. So fuckin’ amazing. Now can I feed you some more of my chocolate?” I press my now hard dick against her dripping sex.
Still laughing, makin’ me feel like a goddamn king, Rosie grabs the top of my head and pushes down. “No. You can clean up the mess you already made.”
Naughty, naughty woman. Fuckin’ hot.
“Oh. You like that, do ya?” I lick a stripe across her parted lips, my mouth watering to do more.
Her eyelids lower. “Yes. I do,” she rasps.
That’s right, baby. You want me in that pussy. My tongue. My fingers. My dick.
I brush my mouth along her jaw to the shell of her ear. “I love you, my Swan,” I whisper there, my pecs grazing her hard nipples.
She shivers, her thighs tightening around my hips. “I love you too, my dark prince.”
Fuck. She said it.
The beast throws his head back and roars in triumph. I do the same, subtly growling against the side of her neck, licking the salty skin there. Our lady loves us. We got her. She’s ours. Forever.
Rosie sinks five perfectly sharp nails into my ass cheek, and I lose it…
It’s time to feast.
Epilogue
Rosie
Five yards of inky darkness is all that separates me from Kade. With the help of night vision, I can see him clearly. Our backs are pressed against ancient tree trunks, bodies cloaked head to toe in black. In thirty seconds, when there’s a shift change, it’ll be time to finish what we started.
Two weeks ago, our lives were interrupted with news from Gunz about a compound stationed deep in the Appalachians, far from civilization. Girls are brought in by the truckloads, processed like goods, and shipped to buyers all over the world. Nobody has gotten so much as a whiff of this place, until now. And that’s only because the largest shipment we’ve ever seen is being processed as we speak. Bongo found it on the dark web. A mere whisper amongst men, about two-hundred plus females being bought and paid for. The drop off location, Cuba. The payment, a measly two mill. This has Remy Whitaker stamped all over it. Bastard.
As you can guess, this is the motherload of all hunts. To prepare, we’ve spent the last six days roughing it in the forest surrounding the compound, living on MRE’s, and sleeping in a camouflaged tent, gathering our own intel. Each day we pick a new location to hunker down to avoid exposure. The biggest obstacle we face is traffic flow. There’s no way in or out of this place without detection, except through miles and miles of dense forest that’s plagued with hundreds of profess
ionally rigged booby traps we’ve had to disable. The gravel road leading to this remote location is long and winding. A gate meets you halfway up the lane, armed by a guard. And not just any guard. Heavy artillery- automatic mods seem to be the weapon of choice. These aren’t your average backwoods traffickers. These are funded boys with street smarts who’ve settled in this location too long for my liking. Guess it’s a good thing they’re all gonna die tonight.
A smile stretches my lips at the thought.
There’s nothing like killing men for doing the sick shit they do. It’s even sweeter when you get to enjoy it with the man you love. A man who means more to me than anything else on this earth ever could.
For three solid months I’ve been training Kade and taking him on hunts. He’s a natural. Ballsy, stealthy, and lethal as fuck. Not that I’m surprised. Knives are an extension of him. The beast, an inner demon who thrives in this bloodthirsty lifestyle. I’ve never seen anyone move like Kade, apart from me. Quick ins and outs are our specialty. Seventeen men have died thanks to us and twelve underage girls sent home to their parents. It’s a heady feeling to fight alongside a partner. Although, we learned early on we can’t exactly fight together. Divide and conquer works best. Too many distractions arise otherwise. I’m worried he’s gonna get hurt and overcompensate. He’s just as guilty. It’s easier to chart our own paths and kill those who get in our way. Tonight, won’t be any different.
On the other side of these trees are sixteen men and countless women and girls. They have two large, single-story cabins on the property and two barns stationed in the rear, where they house the prisoners. At night, if you listen hard enough, you can hear them crying through the breeze.
“Ten seconds,” I whisper through the com. Thanks to Bongo’s tech, Kade and I can speak to each other. A little microphone on my jacket and a piece in my ear is all it takes to keep the communication flowing.
“I’m first,” he reminds.
Yes, he is.
I inhale a deep breath through my nose and release it slowly through my mouth, preparing for a long and glorious night.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. A chill passes through me that has little to do with the nip in the air.
For half a beat, I close my eyes and send a prayer to the Almighty above— seeking His divine strength and wisdom to keep us safe. Amen.
The sound of a four-wheeler approaches. Three men run this same path every fifteen minutes to patrol the property. One after the next, spaced twenty to thirty seconds apart.
“Five. Four.” I grip a knife in one fist, a lethal set of throwing stars ready to engage in the other.
One final breath and a wave of calm blankets my body.
It’s time.
“Love you. Be safe,” is the last thing my dark prince says before he leaps like a jaguar onto the back of the passing quad and sinks a knife in the man’s throat before a single noise can be heard above the hum of the motor. A sense of pride blooms in my chest at the impressive sight.
Down the tree line he travels until he reaches the alcove we agreed to dump the bodies in. It takes less than twenty seconds from start to finish. Then Kade’s off, running the rest of the perimeter on the quad by himself.
“Clean kill,” I praise, knowing it’s difficult for him not to take it beyond a simple death and dump. He’s a slice and dice man. Loves to listen to them scream. That’s not the objective tonight. Not yet, anyhow. He’ll get to carve later. When we’ve got this place locked down.
“Fuckin’ child’s play,” Kade’s inhuman voice growls, making me all kinds of hot when I need to focus on the task. Not want to screw his sexy brains out.
“That’s right.”
“You’ve got this, Swan. Have fun.”
“You, too,” I whisper an instant before the second four-wheeler passes me. Not letting him get away, I step out from the tree cover behind him to do what I do best. One, two stars cut through the air with fatal precision. Silver sinks into the nape of his neck. It’s sister at the base of his spine, centered above his visible butt crack.
Out of habit, I count off his demise in my head. One. Two. The machine comes to a grinding halt, jerking his body forward. Three. A gasp of shock and pain reverberates, as his limbs become immobile. Four. He slumps over the handlebars and the star in his neck falls free. A river of red pours down the back of his flannel shirt. Five.
Gone.
Knowing I can’t give him a proper send-off, I twist around just in time for the third and final quad to ride around the tree lined bend. Once more, I draw another two stars from inside my jacket and release them without pause. Throat. Eye. Whoopsie. It’s gonna be an ugly death. Poor man.
“You good?” Kade asks through the com.
I step to the side, to let the quad whizz past me. “Just hit number three.”
“I’m at the cabin now. Already took out another.”
“Twelve to go,” I remind, so he doesn’t lose focus.
Gunshots echo through the darkness.
Fuck!
“Kade?”
Nothing.
“Kade? Are you down?”
Still crickets.
No! This can’t be happening. Not tonight. We planned this with military precision. Every kill, every move. There was little margin for error.
Gunfire wasn’t part of the mix. It was stealth and tactical advantage under the cloak of nightfall. They wouldn’t see us coming. They never do. That’s the only way you can survive in this world.
“Kade?” I croak.
A series of shots follow.
Time to move.
Not giving a shit about the bodies, I run after the last man who’s collided with the rear of his friend’s quad. Mounting the back, I slash his throat and dump him on the ground, needing to get to Kade.
This is why I never wanted to hunt with him in the first place. Too much is at stake. How will Kat or Mouse survive if Kade dies? How will I?
I look up at the starry sky.
Johnny, if you’re listening, keep him safe for me. Please. You wanted me to find love and move on. I have. You can’t let him join you. I need him.
Aborting the mission isn’t part of the game plan. Not now, not ever. I’d rather die than see those girls sold to the highest bidder. It’s time for plan B.
Racing around the bend, I park beside a large tree that can provide ample cover for as long as I need. Then I yank my cell from my inner jacket pocket and connect the call.
“Plan B. Now,” I hiss into the receiver, disgusted with myself for wasting valuable time. Time that could be used protecting Kade. If he’s not dead already.
Goddammit.
Keep it together, Rosie. Your man needs you.
“We’re on our way,” the other end verifies and disconnects the call.
More shots echo across the grounds. Voices rise as people begin to yell.
I wait.
Even as it kills me. I wait.
He made me promise.
I remember every word Kade forced me to recite.
“Rosie, if anything happens to me, you call for backup. If my com goes out. You call for backup. This isn’t a game. You don’t get to risk your life to save mine. Call. They will come. You wait for Sniper’s all clear. That he’s in place. You wait for Cas. You fuckin’ wait.”
So that’s what I’m doing.
Fucking waiting.
My hands grip the handlebars to the point of pain, jaw clenched.
A bead of nervous sweat trickles down my cheek.
Any second now my heart’s going to punch out of my chest.
Thank God I’m too angry to cry.
This is bullshit. Why did I promise? Why am I sitting here? This isn’t me. I don’t take orders from anyone. I can’t let the only thing that matters to me slip through my fingers. Not when I can fix it. If not, I’ll join him too. This life isn’t worth living, not without Kade. Not anymore. He’s mine. Where he goes, I’ll follow. If that means I have to dance wi
th him in the pits of Hell, then so be it. It’ll be one helluva party.
Breaking his promise, I go with my gut and forge ahead on the quad, keeping to the outskirts of the property, in the darkest shadows. Once I’m close enough to see two men patrolling the front of a cabin, I ditch the machine and approach on foot.
Not much longer, Kade. I’m coming to get you.
Crouching low to the ground, I aim for a Ford truck to use as cover. On the other side is a Jeep. Then another Jeep. Stopping at the grill of the F150, I peer every which way to ensure I’m clear to advance.
With one parting sweep of the grounds, I dash to the front of the first Jeep, but don’t stop there. I make it to the second without incident.
The phone in my pocket vibrates.
Half a second later four subtle noises race through the starlit sky, ending in a wet thud as they make impact.
I don’t even have to look to know what happened. They’re here. The cavalry has arrived. As I stand up less worried than before, I find two men crumpled on the ground, bathing in their own blood. Another bullet whizzes by and pierces a front window of the nearest cabin. Down goes another fucker that I couldn’t see at this angle.
Damn. They’re good. Sniper’s earned that name in spades.
When Kade refused to let us come here alone, due to the number of women present, I agreed to the Corrupt Chaos Motorcycle Club tagging along, from afar. Unlike the Sacred Sinners, they’re mostly law-abiding men. Former military, to be exact. Whisky, the woman who helps assimilate those taken, is Sniper’s old lady. Bonez and her are out here somewhere, waiting for the all clear.
Seven down, nine to go.
Ugly sobs erupt from the closest barn.
I curse under breath.
There’s something going down in there and I don’t think it’s a pie eating contest.
Knowing my six is as covered as it’s ever gonna be, I sprint to the edge of a log cabin and skirt along the perimeter. A man wielding a semi-automatic rifle exits the cabin up ahead, seemingly oblivious to what’s going on around him. Not wanting to get dead, I flatten my back against the building to blend in. He looks to the left and I inch closer, light on my feet.
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