HOGTIED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Satan's Chaos MC)

by Nicole Fox

  “Well, I have evidence that Jeremy hired me to kill Vanessa. I think with that and the photos and Opal’s testimony, that should be plenty.”

  “I sure hope so,” Nicholas said.

  “I could get more,” Hunter said. “Jeremy still thinks I’m on the job. I could wear a wire or whatever narcs do to help the cops. I could get Jeremy to talk about the hit. But we’d need to move fast. I’m taking too long, and I think Jeremy is losing trust in me. Being shot at today was pretty obvious proof of that. But we might still have a chance. He might at least say enough to say that he’s firing me. I’m sure I can get him to say something incriminating, because he would never think I’d turn him in or work with the cops since I’d be the one getting in more trouble than him.”

  “So, why would you do it?” Nicholas asked. “You might end up in jail yourself.”

  Vanessa had silent tears running down her face and gave him a pleading look. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he knew she didn’t want him going away for her, but what choice did he have?

  “Because I will do anything to keep Vanessa and Opal safe and away from him. Even if it means incriminating myself along the way.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Hunter

  “I think I can convince Jeremy to say out loud the original details of the plan he hired me for,” Hunter said. Now that he’d confessed to Nicholas, they were trying to come up with a plan that might work to get the solid evidence they needed. “He still thinks that I’m only spending time with Vanessa to get close to her so I can kill her and get Opal. So long as he believes I’m still doing that, I can get him to admit to just about anything.”

  Nicholas nodded thoughtfully. “I think it’s best if we get the cops to set up something. Some sort of sting operation.”

  Hunter shook his head. “No way. I won’t have enough control over the situation. If I can’t control everything that happens, it might turn on me, and he’ll know something is up.” Not to mention the fact that he could hardly kill Jeremy if he knew the cops were watching. If they weren’t there, he could alter the recording or make it seem like any gun shots were him being shot at. He could set it up to look like self defense, when the whole time, the real plan was to get evidence, but also to make sure Jeremy didn’t live long enough to go to trial.

  “It’s too risky,” Nicholas said. “If we get the police involved beforehand, they’ll be there to jump in if things go wrong. And calling them first cements the fact that you’re the ones who are innocent here. If we just take them evidence, it’s not as good as them getting it themselves. Someone might say it’s been tampered with.”

  “I can’t trust the police like that. If he gets any hint that they’re involved, everything will fall apart. Can’t you see that?”

  “Hunter,” Vanessa said, “Maybe we should just do it Nicholas’s way. I don’t want to take the chance of you getting hurt or arrested. Going to them first means you won’t be.”

  “It doesn’t mean that at all,” Hunter said. “The best I could hope for is some sort of plea deal. And that would maybe reduce my sentence from life to twenty years. Fifteen if I’m lucky.”

  Vanessa looked away. He knew she didn’t want to hear that. He wanted her to understand the full danger, though. He wished he could tell her that he’d rather die to get the evidence she needed, or die to kill Jeremy and set her free once and for all, than to take the chance of going to jail. From prison, he could do nothing to help her, and she would move on. He could never ask her to wait for him, nor would she. They didn’t have a commitment like that and going to jail would only prove everything she’d said about why she couldn’t have him in her life—that he was too dangerous, and she didn’t want a criminal as a step-father for her daughter.

  “Let me call Jeremy and see if I can get him to meet me,” Hunter said.

  Nicholas and Vanessa watched as Hunter picked up the phone. He took a moment to get his mind set, then hit send. When Jeremy answered the phone, it was easy to let the rage into his voice. All he had to do was picture one of the photographs of Vanessa bruised up, and he was seeing red.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Hunter shouted. “Are you a completely incompetent idiot?”

  “Me?” Jeremy shot back. “You’re the one who can’t manage to put a bullet in one stupid woman’s head. How hard is that?”

  He ignored the insult to Vanessa and went on. “Because of your little stunt today, the social worker who’d been poking around got injured. And what do you think he’s thinking now? I’ll you what he’s not thinking. He’s not thinking Vanessa is a horrible mother who beat her daughter. He’s sitting right now with her, listening to her story. Is that what you wanted? For CPS to turn their attention to you, because that’s what you’ve done.”

  “He’ll never believe her.”

  Hunter laughed. “I was standing right there when Vanessa told him that you were the one who had shot him. And he asked a lot of questions about you. Questions I’m sure you probably don’t want Vanessa answering truthfully. If he believes her, you’re screwed.”

  “He won’t,” Jeremy said stubbornly. “I’ll make sure of it.”

  “Right. And you better be sure that you erase any conversation he records and any notes he takes and any reports he submits. Or didn’t you know they do all that? I guess I knew that because I’ve been spending all this time getting close enough to find out. Or maybe you forgot how it worked. You’re so damn impatient to get it done, you’re going to mess the whole thing up. But hey, it’s no skin off my back if Vanessa’s story comes out and people believe it. She’s claiming you did all sorts of things to her and that little girl. Even if they’re proved to be false, your name won’t be worth shit after this stuff hits the media.”

  Jeremy was quiet for a long while. “Fine. What do you propose we do?”

  “First of all, stop sending fucking killers after me and Vanessa. I’ll take care of it properly. You’re being messy as hell, and it’s already backfiring. Meet with me, and we’ll go over the next phase of my plan. If you can manage not to get your panties in a bunch for five minutes, this can be done like we planned. But I’m not discussing details over the phone. There’s already far too much heat on this job.”

  “When? Where?”

  # # #

  When he hung up a few minutes later, Vanessa and Nicholas were still watching him. “He went for it perfectly. I’ll meet him, get him to agree to all the details and state them clearly, and then we’ll have him.”

  Nicholas and Vanessa exchanged a look.

  “This would be a perfect time to get the police involved and have them at this meeting,” Nicholas said.

  “I told you. No. There’s too much risk. I need to be in complete control of the situation.”

  “You still could be,” Vanessa insisted. “We can make that part of the plan. That they don’t interfere unless you say some sort of code word or something. They could just be listening and waiting for you to tell them to jump in.”

  “You’re putting far too much trust in the police,” Hunter said. “And in a system that came very close to taking your daughter away from you. Nicholas was convinced you were beating your child and that you coached her to lie. And he was wrong. What if these cops think they know what to do and they’re wrong? Or they decide not to believe us?”

  Nicholas hung his head. Good. He should be ashamed of how he reacted. Hunter didn’t care if Nicholas had only been doing his job. How in the world could he have thought Vanessa was the abuser in this situation? What an idiot. It took about two seconds of being around her to see how sweet and caring she was. Anyone could see it.

  “Nicholas, will this definitely get us enough evidence?” she asked.

  “If Jeremy admits it on tape, with your testimonies and Opal’s and mine, and the other evidence we have that’s not as strong, I think it’d be enough,” Nicholas said. “I’ll do everything I can to help.”

  He better do everything. Or maybe Hunter would
consider taking him out as an annoyance hit. He’d made things so much harder on them. If he’d seen the truth from the start, maybe this would have gone differently.

  “I’m going to have this wound checked out,” Nicholas said. “I don’t want to let it go too long, and it’s starting to hurt again.”

  “Do you need a ride to the hospital?” Vanessa asked.

  “I think I’ll manage, but thank you.” He stood, and she rested his jacket over his shoulders. “Let me know what else I can do. Do you still have my card?”

  Vanessa nodded and held open the door for him. They watched him walk out, and she closed and locked the door. Then she turned to Hunter.

  “You’re making a huge mistake, and this is far too risky.”

  Clearly, she had been holding back while Nicholas was still there, and now she was letting her true feelings show.

  “We just went through all this.”

  She shook her head. “You think I’m trusting the cops too much, but we have to! They’re the ones who will either lock up Jeremy, or me and you.”

  “They’re not going to lock you up.”

  “You don’t know what else Jeremy might pull. And you said the system almost took Opal, but it didn’t. We got him to see the truth and now he’s on our side. So, it did work.”

  “Barely. Eventually. And maybe. I don’t trust Nicholas fully, either. He might turn on us or make a report that doesn’t quite state things how we need them to. If he decides that being around a hit man isn’t the best thing for Opal, I’m sure he’s going to report that. He might say you haven’t hurt her, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t still recommend that Opal go elsewhere.”

  She must not have considered this possibility. Her mouth hung open. After a long pause, she said, “Do you really think…”

  “Anything is possible. That’s why we have to do the one option that works. Get the evidence ourselves. We can only trust each other.”

  “But what if it’s a trap? Jeremy has already sent other people after us. What if he only agreed to meet you so he could kill you? That’s just as possible. And it’s probably more likely than the cops messing up because he’s already sent people. More than once. If he’s already tried, why wouldn’t he try again to kill you? We need the police to be there. We can’t trust Jeremy to just show up and not try to pull something.”

  “Vanessa, it will be fine. Why in the world would he try something like that with me? He knows my record. Do you think he’d be so stupid to walk into a place with a known deadly killer? It’s not like he’d win in a gun fight against me. And he knows that. So he won’t try it.”

  She shook her head and the dread bloomed in her stomach. “You’re giving him too much credit. He is stupid and reckless. He would try. Even if he failed, he might hurt you first.”

  Hunter came to her and took her hands in his, kissing them each. “I’ll be fine, I promise. If I’m dead or in jail, I can’t protect you and Opal, and that’s the most important thing to me. I’m not going to do anything that would jeopardize my life, and by extension, yours and Opal’s.”

  “I know that’s how you feel,” she said softy. “But I have a bad feeling about this. I haven’t had much good in my life. And I feel like I’m about to lose the second-best thing that ever happened to me.”

  A glimmer of surprise flickered across Hunter’s face. “Me?”

  She nodded. She closed her eyes and leaned closer to him. If she looked him in the eye, she might not be able to speak the words. Her throat was already thick, but she managed to say what she felt. “I love you.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. And that’s why I want you to let the cops handle this. I’ve known Jeremy for too long, and I can’t stand the feeling that he’s going to ruin my life again. Please, baby.”

  She looked up at him. He leaned down to kiss her.

  “We don’t have time to wait for the cops. Jeremy is past impatient. He wants you dead yesterday. If I wait even another day to do it, he’s going to act. I have to meet with him now, and get what we need. If I don’t, he’s going to send someone else. And I love you too much to let that happen.”

  A smile slowly spread across her face. “You do?”

  “Yes.”

  He pulled her close and held her. The warmth and closeness of his body comforted her and filled her with new peace. This was everything she needed. In his strong arms, nothing could hurt her.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Vanessa

  “She’s asleep,” Vanessa said as she pulled the bedroom door closed.

  Hunter smiled at her. He could hardly believe it. He’d known his own feelings for a while, though he denied them at every chance he could. But she’d said she loved him first. And she meant it. And he actually believed her.

  Back in high school, Julia had said she loved him. And he’d said he loved her. Maybe they meant it at the time He must have, to go and do something like kill for her. But when he found out that she had lied, he doubted that she ever really loved him. Who would do that to someone they loved? Use them like that, lie to them, have them do something for you that gets them sent to jail for ten years, then drop off the face of the earth once they’re there. You’d think she might have at least visited or called or written once or twice. A thank you note maybe? “Hey, thanks for taking dear ole Dad out of the way, now I can go buy that new car I’ve been wanting!”

  But after the court hearing where he’d been sentenced—the one where she sat in tears and promised to write every day and visit him every week—he’d never heard from her again. He thought maybe her mom was keeping her away, but surely in ten years, she would have found a way to get in contact if she had wanted to. It took him over a year to realize it. But once he did, he was pissed about that, too. She’d abandoned him when he needed someone the most. The only person he’d ever loved.

  But now he had a second chance. He had found love once more, when he thought it was impossible and when he’d refused to let himself get close enough to anyone again. And now he had someone who truly loved him. Enough to put herself and her daughter at some level of risk to save him. She had to know it was better for him to go without the police to meet with Jeremy. And she had to know it was better for her and Opal if Jeremy was dead. Yet, her concern for him led her to do things in a way that would be good for him and less good for her.

  That was what proved her love. Her willingness to sacrifice. You didn’t give up important things for someone you didn’t love. And she loved him. Now when he looked at her, all he could think of was, this may be the first person on the planet to truly love me. His parents may have had some form of love toward him at one point. Maybe when he was a baby. But they hadn’t shown it to him, and he hadn’t felt it. He felt Vanessa’s love. It lit him up.

  She stalked across the room, grinning. As she approached the bed, she began removing her clothing. Hunter was already naked under the covers, waiting for her. His cock was hard and his hands itched to touch her.

  She pulled off her shirt first, revealing her black lace bra that held her perfect, round breasts. Then, she slowly unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them. Her panties matched her bra. Black and lacy, clinging to her every curve. She was so hot.

  She reached back to unhook her bra, and as it fell away, he took in the sight of her hard nipples and full breasts. She pushed her panties down, then crawled into bed, her bare ass just peaking over the lines of her back as she crawled toward him. She pulled back the covers and grinned when she saw he was naked.

  “Perfect. That’s just how I wanted you,” she said.

  Then she moved down under the blankets and a second later, he felt her warm mouth take in his dick. Hunter groaned in pleasure as he put his hand on her head. Vanessa moved up and down his shaft, sucking him and stroking him.

  “That feels so good,” he said.

  He could lie there and have her blow him all day, and he wouldn’t ever need anything else in his life. Her sexy body, hovering o
ver him as she pleased him was the best thing he’d ever seen.

  She kissed up his stomach and along his neck before getting to his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and cradled her against him. He just held her for a long while, feeling her heat and closeness and nakedness.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you, too.”

  He rolled over so that he was on top of her. Hunter looked down at Vanessa and ran his fingers through the hair fanning out around her head.

  “You are so beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”

  “But you have me, so I guess you did something right.” She giggled.

  “I guess so.”

  He leaned down to kiss her for a long time.

  # # #

  Vanessa could barely take the anticipation. What was he waiting for? She loved kissing him. His smooth lips on her, his tongue slipping in and out of her mouth. It all felt great. But her body ached for him. She was so wet, she thought she must be dripping all over the sheets by now. But he kept his erection pressed against her stomach, too far above where it needed to be.