by Dawn White
I leaned in and gave him a big hug, and a quick kiss on the cheek. And we made our way to the bed to rest and watch tv. We finished our night off with some Japanese food we ordered in. And the remainder of the night in each other’s arms. Maybe just maybe this is actually love I’m feeling.
Chapter 6
*Lauren*
I’m Pregnant?! Oh my god! I don’t know what to do! I have to talk to Clint. He wasn’t answering his cell phone, so I looked up where he lives. I grabbed a cab and quickly made my way to his penthouse. I’m still trying to figure out why I have never been here. I know we’ve talked about it, but I never had a definitive answer.
The taxi pulled up in front of his building, and a bell boy opened the door for me. I leaned in and tipped the taxi driver, and handed a five to the bell man.
“Thank you mam. Have a great day.” He said with a smile.
I nodded and made my way into the huge building. The lobby was full of plush richly colored fabrics, and the floor was a beautiful marble. I stepped up to the main desk, but no one was there. I pushed the up button for the elevator and when the door opened I hit the Penthouse button. The doors closed and I was in a living hell thinking about how I was going to tell Clint. The ride to the top took a couple of minutes, but was over quick enough. The elevator door opened and I stepped into the hallway. There were only two doors, and one was obviously the penthouse. I walked to the big double doors and knocked. No one answered so I tried the knob. Surprisingly it was open. I turned the handle, and pushed it open.
When I walked in, the place looked like a picture right out of real estate for the rich and famous. I quietly closed the door behind me. I walked around for a minute.And made my way down the hallway to the bedroom. I was a little shocked to see he had a few photos of me up. When I got close, I noticed I’ve never seen these pictures before. I walked from picture to picture, and noticed some were taken when I was in college. The one next to his bed, was taken when I was sleeping! I threw the frame onto his bed, and opened his double closet door to see what else he had.
When I looked in his closet I almost got sick. The rack of clothing next to the closet door had clothes I thought I had lost over the years. And to make matters worse, every address, and phone number of every place I lived, or worked were on his wall. Along with over twenty strange pictures of me in various stages of undress. I started to feel dizzy so I sat down.
My stomach started to churn as I realized, what has just happened! I fell in love with my stalker! And not only that, but I got pregnant.
I couldn’t help myself from crying. The tears grew hot, and flooded over my eye lids. I buried my face in my hands for a second and decided what I needed to do.
I gathered my composure and made sure everything was back in its right place. I got up, and closed the double doors to his closet. I put the picture frames back where they were when I got here and slowly made my way to the front doors. As I rounded the corner of the living room, I saw Clint walk in.
He rushed over to me with his eyes wide in horror as he said, “Lauren what are you doing here? Were we supposed to meet somewhere?”
I shook my head at him, and kept walking towards the door. Clint reached out to hug me. I pushed him away as I said with my teeth clenched, “I came over to tell you something, and I saw everything— you sicken me! I never want to see you again!”
I reached into my purse and pulled out my knife that I carry with me everywhere.
Clint put his hands up as if he wanted nothing to do with it. “Lauren, I love you! I fucking love you. This changes nothing! You feel it too! You told me you love me! How can you just walk away now?” Clint said in a desperate voice.
I shook my head and tried to walk around him. He side stepped as if to let me out of the way, and grabbed my wrist. He twisted it, and pushed me to the ground as he wrenched my seven inch hunting knife out of my hand.
I cried out in pain, as I gasped to breathe. I finally got enough air to say, “Fuck you. You will burn for this.”
Clint made a clicking sound and said, “Lauren! I told you that I don’t like it when you use language like that! You love me! And I love you. We’re going to be together forever!” He said as he got closer.
I started to slide away from Clint, but he stopped me dead in my tracks as he pushed his knee roughly into my hip. I started to cry as Clint leaned in to whisper. “I love you! Why are you being like this?”
“I love you Clint, you don’t have to do anything, we can pretend nothing happened. I didn’t see anything. We can go on with our lives. We can be together.” Clint stood up and paced back and forth in front of me. As if he wasn’t hearing anything I said.
He dropped down in front of me, and buried his head in my lap. With hesitation I lightly rubbed his head. He cried in my lap for a second, until I felt a jolt of pain, and Clint sobbed harder as he said, “I’m sorry, I love you! You’ll always be alive as long as I am.”
A tear escaped the corner of my eyes as I realized what just happened. I put my hands over the wound in my abdomen, but my strength quickly faded as the blood pooled beneath me.
“I’m pregnant.” I whispered barely audible. As blood trickled out of the corner of my mouth.
Clint cried harder, and sat up as he pulled my hunting knife from my abdomen. He put his hands over the wound, but blood pooled up and over his fingers.
“I’m sorry. We could have been a family! Why did you do this? Why couldn’t you just leave it alone?” Clint cried, as he tried to put pressure on the gaping hole that he caused.
I started to get cold, and my fingers slowly fell away from my wound. My world went dark, as I felt my heart beat start to recede inside of my head. My eyesight, and hearing faded as I took my last shaky breath.
The Fucking End
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Deceptive Beauty
Book 1 in the Sinister Sons Syndicate
By~ Dawn White
Dedicated~ to my loving husband of 13 Years.
I couldn’t have done it without you supporting me through it all. I love you.
Chapter 1
Indecent Requests
Agent Marcus Marshal sat in his high-back leather desk chair with his fingers interlaced behind his head, and just stared at me. There was something in the pit of my stomach as I waited for him to say something, anything to me. I was almost positive that I was in there for my first-solo assignment as an ATF Agent. I’d always want to follow in my Father’s footsteps. But, he had big boots to fill. He was an ATF senior special agent.
Agent Marshal cleared his throat snapping me out of my daydream. I smiled at him and said, “I heard you wanted to see me?”
He smiled at my nervous question and looked down at the papers on his desk. “As you can tell Agent Quinn, we’re getting a lot of heat from upstairs about the outlaw activities from the motorcycle club, Sinister Sons Syndicate, over in Savannah. Someone, or the club itself is part of a huge sex trafficking ring of underage girls. They make them prostitutes and drug mules. If they don’t comply they kill them. I need you to try and infiltrate the leader by any means necessary.” Agent Marshall said the last part, “Any means necessary,” in air quotes. The look of shock was evident on my face.
“What the hell do you mean by any means necessary?! Obviously I’m a woman and there is no way I can get to the table. The only thing this leaves for me is…” After saying the last word, he smiled and shook his head in response.
“Hell NO, I won’t be a whore! You expect me to fuck everyone in the club and hope and pray that Gavin, the President will want to tag me and give me some info during pillow talk after!”
; Agent Marshal smiled and answered my angry questions. “We don’t expect you to be a whore, you won’t have to sleep with everyone. We have Gavin’s little brother Lucas as our confidential informant. He isn’t part of the club so Gavin won’t talk to him. But, Lucas said he can introduce you. Gavin has been lonely, lately. He’s tired of the same whores, in the clubhouse. He really just wants an ol’ lady.”
My mouth hung open in obvious shock. I jumped up hoping to stomp out of there, and stopped when I did a half turn and saw the picture of Gavin on the far wall to my right, he was at the top of the pyramid. He was gorgeous! His short black hair was just long enough for me to run my fingers through. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of very light blue, his arms were covered in skulls, eagles, barbed wire, and a bunch of other tattoos that make up his tattoo sleeves that just add to his mysterious sexiness. My heart started to race. I was about to stomp out of there until the picture caught my attention and now held it. Agent Marshal noticed and stepped up beside me. I looked over to him and his shit eating grin pissed me off. He knew by my flushed cheeks that I was reacting to the picture of Gavin on the wall.
“As you can see he isn’t bad to look at. At least we’re not sending you after Hammer, his Vice President.”
I look where he pointed and cringed at the picture. Besides being about 250 pounds, he had a large mean scar running from his right eye down to his chin. It looks as if it should have been stitched, but instead was just bandaged.
“Let’s say I agree to doing this, if they catch me, you know they’ll kill me.” He shakes his head in response. “They won’t catch you, they are in an arms turf war right now with the Banshees from Atlanta. His attention is caught up in that.” I looked at him wide eyed only to raise my voice.
“So you’re sending me into the middle of a turf war? You know what! Whatever! Let’s get this done. When do I meet Lucas and figure out the rest?”
After the words left my lips I was shocked, that I was so willing to just accept my fate. The probability of me being discovered is immense. I know I will be caught and I will probably be killed. No matter whose ol’ Lady I become. Club Justice is concrete.
He nodded and walked back behind his desk as he said. “I’ll call Mia in the special ops department, and tell her to set you up with everything you need to get the job done. She has a certain expertise when it comes to this job. Go straight there and head on out.”
After I had left Agent Marshals’ office I rushed to the bathroom. Straight into the stall I went. I can’t believe I just lost my lunch. I seriously don’t know how I’m supposed to act. Gavin is like the epitome of the perfect man for me. Yet I’m sent to bring him down because a confidential informant says he’s running illegal shit out of his mc. The frustration was far beyond anything that I expected when I decided to take this job. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that it’s my first job or the fact that I was going to actually hopefully get to sleep with Gavin. Honestly, I’m excited about both. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid. That sounds horrible but the truth. I’ve always known of Gavin, but had never seen him. I swear it’s as if someone walked into my dreams and planted my fantasy man in my lap.
I walked over to the sink and washed my face off. I guess it’s a good thing that I didn’t wear make up to work. I have to meet Mia Meritt in the “Special Ops department” for the proper outfitting for my new position. As excited as I am, I’m not looking forward to the outfits that are going to be required of me.
Just because I knew that the outfits were going to be bad doesn’t mean it prepared me for what was actually in store for me. Or rather what was actually in the store room waiting on me? After I walked into the special ops storeroom, my senses were accosted by the smell of old leather, and CLP, the gun oil for our undercover, filed down pistols, and tray after tray of full magazines. Mia smiled at me when I walked in the door as if she was sizing me up. The frustration was evident on my face as I realized the leather and trampy clothes in the corner were actually for me! Can you believe it? They want me to dress like a tramp. I crossed the threshold and realized there was no way she was going to primp and pamper me to my liking. This wasn’t going to be another day in the beauty salon. I took that moment to look around. It was as if everything was laid out for a surgeon to quickly fix his patient. I had completely forgot my manners.
“Hey Mia, Agent–“
She quickly interrupted me.
“Yes I know Special Agent Marshal sent you down to me. I’m to outfit you and show you the ways to the best of my knowledge. I’m pretty sure you didn’t know, but I used to be the wife of the president of the Jacksonville Hells Angels Chapter. I had already gone to school in forensics and had met my husband. After a whirlwind romance I got married to Rotze in Jacksonville, we were married for two years before I took this to the side.” She lifted her shirt to show me three bubbled bullet holes. Turned around and said, “And the exit wounds were from the 9mm, illegal hollowed point rounds. A rival gang fighting a turf war over the prostitution border lines for the next county. When Rotze found out I had been shot he went into a rage, brought five brothers with him and shot and killed everyone at the clubhouse. Rotze and four others died. I was saved when Rotze put me on his bike and sent me towards the center of town.”
I could hear her voice cracking and see the tears were welling up in the corner of her dark brown eyes. She was stunning but broken. I never saw a heart break in front of my eyes, until this very moment. I stepped forward, plucked a tissue out of the holder and handed it to her. She pulled her shirt down to hide the marred kiwi sized holes on her left side. I placed my hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. She quickly wiped away the smeared mascara and pulled her mid-back length hair over her shoulder. As she tossed her tear filled tissue into the black waste basket, I noticed she still had her wedding band on. Even more, she had a very large one on a chain around her neck. That had to of hurt, I couldn’t imagine losing someone I love, standing up for me like that. I don’t know if I could ever move on.
She smiled, grabbed another tissue, wiped at her red nose, and pulled me into the chair. She tossed her tissue into the garbage, turned me around to face the mirror and put a smock over my suit. She pulled my hair out of my tight bun on the top of my head so fast that I felt the throb from having my hair up for entirely too long. A hiss escaped my mouth when my waste length black hair cascaded down my back. She stepped back and admired my long hair. Probably more like was thinking what she could get away with doing to it. I cut her off at the pass.
“I prefer it long but if you need to cut it, it’s no problem, it’s just hair, and it’ll grow back.” I smiled at her as she grinned at me in the wide mirror.
Clearing her throat she said. “Don’t worry Darling, I got you covered. The guys are kind of stuck in the eighties without actually being in the eighties.”
She turned as she said the last word and walked to the sliding smoky glass doors in the far side of the room. Opened them and started pushing hangers to the side for approval. Stopped at a pair of ripped jeans with zippers going up both sides. They were entirely too low cut for my liking but would do for the occasion. She pulled them from the hanger and folded them over the back of the chair at my side. She walked back over and started pulling jeans that all looked about the same size and piled them over the first pair. My eyes grew larger after I stopped counting at twelve different kinds of jeans being folded over the chair. My mouth fell agape realizing that there were more jeans over the back of the chair than I have in my entire wardrobe. Seeming satisfied with the amount she pulled she turned her attention to the filing cabinet inside of the closet. She opened drawer after drawer and stopped at the third one down and started grabbing shirts of all colors. There just seemed to be one thing missing with these shirts. They looked like they were only half made. Like the bottom half was never finished, than I gasped, when I realized they were half shirts.
I reached down and touched my flat stomach. Thank god I hit the gym e
very day. Unfortunately, I will have to wear these out of here and other than my hiring agent and the people who did my background check, the rest of the force didn’t know I had large tattoos under my clothes. Hence the fact I always wore long sleeves. I guess they will know now. I actually wondered if this is one of the reasons why they chose me. Mia snapped her fingers at me and smiled. Her beautiful full lips spread in a perfect grin. She stepped back up behind me as I followed her with my eyes in the mirrors. She stepped up behind me and touched my hair. Grabbing her scissors from the countertop under the mirror she looked back then remembered her water bottle.
I was turned around, primped, crimped and I swear tucked into everything you could possibly imagine.
Mia broke the silence by saying, “Done.” As she twirled me around in the mirror.
My reflection shocked me. She cut my black hair only a few inches in the back. She gave me full bangs to cover my smallish forehead. It had just the right amount of body to it. It looked silky, smooth, and so touchable. I looked down at myself and blushed as I realized I was exposed in every possible way. My large C breasts had more cleavage than I was ever used to showing. My stomach was bare from two inches below my bra. My jeans hung low on my trim hips. The boots she picked for me look like a cross between a combat boot on the bottom and a right below the knee boot. They looked hot I must admit. I turned to look at my ass, as I just realized I have a hole in the back of my pants right below my ass. I turned beet red when I now understood why she said I had to wear fishnets under my pants. As much as I felt exposed, I had no complaints. If I was a man, I would fall for me. My make up was so artfully done, as if I was going to be walking on the set of a Hollywood movie.
