Batta: Blackwings MC - Devil Springs - Book Four

by Brooks, Teagan

  “Because of who Luca is? Or because your sister was dating Cristofano?”

  “What?” I gasped. What did he know?

  He held up a picture of Josie and Cristofano. “We were supposed to destroy these, but I kept one because I wanted to see the look on your face when you saw it.”

  I held his gaze. “Well, you’ve seen my reaction.”

  He shook his head and pulled a lighter from his pocket. Seconds later, the photo went up in a flame and he dropped it to the floor, putting it out with his boot.

  I waited for more but nothing came. Continuing to avoid his angry eyes, I turned and started down the hall toward the room Josie and I had shared.

  “Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” he barked.

  “I’m going to go lay down and get a few hours of sleep. Like I said, I’m exhausted and kind of bitchy. It’s only going to get worse.”

  When I reached the room we’d been staying in, a large arm slid around my waist and turned me in the opposite direction. “You’ll sleep with me,” he stated.

  With me still in front of him, he turned the knob and pushed his bedroom door open. I was ready to fall face-down into the bed until I saw a woman curled up in his sheets.

  “Oh, I don’t fucking think so,” I snarled as his arms tightened around me.

  “Don’t start. I sent Heidi in here when everything was happening. I told her not to leave until someone came for her, and I forgot to send someone to get her,” he explained.

  “Whatever,” I snapped. “I’m pissed. You’re pissed. Can I just go to the other room and sleep?” I wasn’t sure I believed his story about the girl, but I was too tired to push for answers.

  Of course, the girl chose that moment to shoot straight up in the bed and look around with fear-filled eyes. “Batta?” she gasped. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, Heidi, it’s fine now. You can go crash in the room across the hall if you want,” he offered.

  “Oh, okay, um, thanks,” she stammered. I won’t deny being pleased to see that she was fully dressed when she tossed his sheets off and climbed out of the bed. “You’re sure it’s okay?”

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” he said and opened the door for her.

  “Heidi, what’re you still doing here?” Bronze asked, appearing out of nowhere.

  “I sent her to my room when the trouble started, and she fell asleep,” Batta explained.

  “Well, come on, darlin’. You can finish napping in my room,” Bronze offered and grabbed her hand. Heidi’s cheeks flushed, but she followed him to his room without another word.

  Trey turned back to me. “I’m pissed, and I have a lot of questions. I want to fucking believe you, but then more shit happens and all you can say is you can’t tell me. So, get your ass in the bed before I spank it.”

  “I hate to break it to you, Batman, but that threat’s not going to work. I like spankings,” I said with a sly smile.

  “Tatum,” he growled.

  And I just couldn’t. I was tired, upset, and beyond stressed. “Can I have a hug?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “A hug. Can I have one?” I asked again, my voice catching in my throat, and I didn’t even try to hide it.

  “Are you fucking with me right now?”

  I looked up and met his sparkling blue eyes as one tear slid down my cheek. “No.”

  “Yeah, baby,” he said softly as realization dawned. “Come ’ere.” I snorted when he didn’t give me a chance to actually come to him. Instead, he fisted my shirt and pulled me against his chest while his arms surrounded me with the comfort I so desperately needed. “You okay?”

  I nodded against his chest even though I wasn’t sure that I was. “I’m just worried,” I confessed.

  “Not much I can say to make you feel better,” he said, and I clearly heard what he didn’t say—because I don’t know what in the hell is going on.

  He released me after a few moments of blissful silence. I promptly kicked off my boots and stripped out of my pants before climbing into his bed. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and slid into the bed right behind me. “What happened with Cristofano?” I asked.

  I felt him shrug. “Nothing yet.”

  “Yet?”

  “Luca hasn’t called or come to get him yet.”

  “He’s still here?” I almost shouted.

  “I thought you wanted to sleep.”

  “I do. I just…I didn’t think he would still be here. Has he said anything?” I asked. Cristofano could potentially ruin everything with a few choice words.

  “He threatened to kill everyone in our club if we didn’t hand over Adrianna.”

  It took everything I had to keep myself from reacting. Forcing myself to remain calm and relaxed, I asked, “Who?”

  “Some girl named Adrianna. He seems to think we have her here.”

  My heart started pounding in my chest, but I was completely unfazed on the outside, or so I hoped. I chuckled. “Why would he think that? Do you guys routinely keep women at your clubhouse?”

  “Just you and Josie,” he deadpanned.

  I didn’t know what to say to that, so I chose to say nothing at all and pretended to be asleep. I didn’t have to pretend for long.

  19

  It took longer than I expected for Luca Peccati to start looking for his missing man. It was almost noon when Cristofano’s cell phone finally rang. Since we were all hanging around the clubhouse waiting for the show to begin, we followed Copper into Church as he answered the phone.

  “Thank you for calling the Blackwings Crisis Line. If an associate of yours has gone missing, please press one,” Copper said jovially.

  “Fuck,” Luca cursed. “What did he do?”

  “I have to say, Luca, that was not the reaction I was expecting from you.”

  Luca cleared his throat. “I am aware of his current problems. What I am not aware of is what kind of trouble he may have caused for you.”

  “I think it would be best if we discussed this in person.”

  “Yes, well, that may be in your best interest, but I’m not sure it is in mine,” Luca replied.

  Copper sighed. “Enough with the formalities, Luca. We just want you to come get your man and have a chat. No trouble.”

  “Very well. Piero will be accompanying me. We will be leaving within the hour,” Luca said and disconnected the call.

  Copper picked up his phone, dialed another number, and placed his phone on speaker. “Luke Johnson.”

  “Copper Black. I just spoke with Luca. He’ll be here to get Cristofano in a few hours.”

  “Good. No matter what either of them say, do not give them any indication anyone other than Tatum has been at the clubhouse, or in Devil Springs for that matter. And, make sure one or both of them see her,” Luke instructed.

  “You’re asking a lot, especially when we don’t know what the fuck we’re keeping from them,” Copper countered.

  Luke sighed. “You’ll be helping us save countless lives all over the world. Innocent lives.”

  “Well, I suppose I can’t argue with that,” Copper muttered.

  “Thanks, man. I’ll owe you a marker for this,” Luke said causing Copper’s eyebrows to raise.

  “Appreciate it. I’ll be in touch if things don’t go according to plan.” With that, the call ended, and Copper addressed the room. “You all heard that for yourselves. You’re free to do what you want for the next two hours, but I want each and every one of you in this clubhouse when Luca arrives.”

  Sounds of affirmation sounded around the room. As soon as Copper banged his gavel, I got to my feet and headed back to my room to check on Tatum.

  Opening the door to my room, I expected her to still be asleep, but my bed was empty. My heart seized in my chest for a brief second before I heard the shower running. Shaking my head to myself for jumping to conclusions, I shamelessly pushed the door open and walked inside the bathroom.

  My dick was already half-hard when I stepped
inside and pulled my shirt over my head. And it promptly deflated when I heard her sniffle. No longer trying to be covert, I yanked the curtain back and found Tatum slumped against the shower wall with her hands covering her face as she tried to stifle her cries.

  Seeing a woman as strong as Tatum breakdown sent my protective instincts into overdrive. “Aw, shit, baby,” I rasped and pulled her soaking wet body into my arms. And that’s when she did break. The sobs she had been trying to contain broke free and filled the silence surrounding us.

  I snagged a towel from the rack and wrapped it around her, hoping it would provide a little warmth. Lightly rubbing her back, I asked, “Is this about Josie?” I felt her nod against my chest as she choked on a sob.

  “Talk to me.”

  “I fucking can’t!” she screamed and started to beat her fists against my upper chest. “And I want to talk about it! I need to!”

  It wasn’t easy for a man like me to remain calm while a woman like her used me as a punching bag. When I’d had enough, I grabbed her wrists and halted her assault. “Tell me what you can.”

  She shook her head and tried to fight back the tears. “I had to leave her with someone else—someone I don’t know! I always have to leave her!”

  I pulled her close, kissed the top of her head, and let her cry, or scream, against my chest. There was nothing I could say or do to make the situation better for her. And while it pissed me off to no end that she wouldn’t or couldn’t tell me what was going on, I was doing my damnedest to respect her by not pressing her for answers.

  After a few minutes, her tears dried up and her breathing evened out. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled against my chest.

  “You have nothing to be sorry for,” I said softly.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “For what?”

  She shook her head. “Just, thank you.” Then, she raised those honey-colored eyes of hers to mine. With a nod to herself, she reached up with both hands and pulled my head down so she could kiss me. No, she didn’t kiss me; she devoured me. One second she was quietly crying against my chest, and the next, she was climbing my body like a tree.

  I tried to break the kiss, but she had a firm grasp on me. “Tatum,” I mumbled against her lips.

  “You want to help me?” she asked and didn’t give me a chance to answer. “This is how. I need to let go and forget for a little bit.”

  Well, who was I to deny a woman in need?

  I dropped her to her feet and turned her around, so she was facing the mirror. “Hands on the counter,” I said gruffly as I quickly pulled a condom from my wallet and sheathed my cock.

  I met her eyes in the mirror. “Is that pussy wet for me?”

  To my surprise, she didn’t look away or blush when she held my gaze and answered, “Yes.”

  “Good, stick that ass out and spread those legs wide for me.”

  I stepped forward and lined my cock up with her entrance. She kept her eyes on mine through the mirror, but something in her gaze made me pause. She wanted a quick, hard fuck, but suddenly, I didn’t think that was what she needed.

  Stepping back, I gripped her hips and dropped to my knees, making myself eye level with her pretty, pink pussy. Smoothing my hands down her hips, I wrapped them around her thighs while I slowly ran my tongue from front to back one time, relishing in the taste of her.

  Sitting back on my heels, I massaged both ass cheeks before pulling them apart and going back in for another slow, torturous swipe of my tongue.

  “Trey,” she groaned in frustration and earned a slap to her ass.

  “Quiet,” I barked. “You’ll take what I give you.”

  She used the counter as leverage and pushed back, essentially trying to shove her pussy in my face to get more of what she wanted. I circled her waist with one arm and cradled her head with the other as I yanked her down to the floor. She landed on the cold tile floor with a thump and immediately tried to get up.

  Holding her wrists firmly in one hand, I reached with the other to grab the clippers from the countertop. Wrapping the cord around her wrists, I tied her to the toilet seat. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do.

  “That’s better,” I said and pushed her thighs apart while she glared at me. Fitting my body between her legs, I leaned over her so we were almost nose to nose. “Glare all you want, sugar tits, but you like what I do to you,” I said and ran my finger through her wetness. “Don’t you?”

  Breathing heavily, she kept her eyes, dilated with desire, pinned on me, but she didn’t utter a word. I placed my finger against her back entrance and pressed. “If you don’t answer me, I’ll fuck your tits and leave you tied up in here until I get back from my meeting,” I told her and ran my nose up the length of her jaw. Inhaling her intoxicating scent, I pushed two fingers into her wet channel and slipped the tip of one finger into her tight little ass.

  Her abdominal muscles flexed and she curled up as best she could. With her teeth bared and sounding like a wild animal, she spat, “You know I do!”

  “Yeah, but do you know why you like it?” I chuckled when she basically snarled at me. She was so fucking sexy when she was pissed off. “Letting go and not being in control is something you need not something you want.”

  Pumping my fingers a few times before withdrawing from her body completely, I grinned down at her. “Tell me what you need, baby,” I murmured.

  She pulled against her restraints as she writhed on the floor. “Fuck. Me.”

  “Fuck you where?” I asked and circled her mouth with my finger. “Here?” Moving to her breasts, I cupped them both and pushed them together while circling her nipples with my thumbs. “Or here?”

  Releasing her tits, I ran my finger down her torso and slowly pushed it into her pussy. “Maybe here?” I asked with a raised brow. Removing my finger, I moved down lower to her other entrance. “Or here?”

  She groaned in frustration. “Trey. Oh, please. I just want you to make me come. Please, please, please,” she panted.

  “Tell me exactly how you need it, baby, and I’ll give it to you.” I was as frustrated as she was. My cock was throbbing and all it would take was one good gust of wind for me to explode.

  “Fuck,” she hissed and bit her bottom lip. “Pinch my nipple with one hand and use the other one to fuck my cunt with your fingers.”

  I grasped her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched. Hard. “Yes!” she shouted. “Fuck my cunt with your fingers. Fuck it, Trey. Fuck. It.”

  I grinned and thrust my fingers into her slick heat. Rotating my hand, I pumped my fingers and tapped against the rough patch of tissue directly behind her clit. “What else do you need, bad girl?”

  She was heaving in breaths and her eyes were wild with need. “Suck my other tit and…and…fuck my ass with your finger.”

  I latched onto her tit and sucked hard, flattening her nipple against the roof of my mouth. At the same time, I dipped a third finger into her pussy before pulling it out and slipping it into her ass.

  A high-pitched sound, almost like a dog whistle, came from her as she inhaled sharply. “Oh, fuck. Oh, Trey. Oh, fuck, shit, damn. I’m going to come.”

  “No!” I snapped and released her tit while removing my fingers from her body. Before she could protest, I slammed my throbbing cock into her and fucked her with everything I had. She was coming before I ever pulled back from the first stroke, screaming my name without a care in the world.

  I was so worked up from toying with her that it didn’t take long for me to follow her over the edge with my own release.

  * * *

  Knowing Luca would arrive at any moment, Tatum and I made ourselves some lunch and sat at a table in the common room to eat. “Can you eat a little slower? I don’t know when he’ll arrive or how long it will take, but we need Luca and Cristofano to see you when they leave.”

  With a mouthful of food, she said, “I am not, nor will I ever be, one of those women who won’t eat in front of a man. This bo
dy needs fuel to do what it does.” She swallowed, nodded to her plate, and took another bite. “This is the first course of what will be a three-course meal. Make that a four-course meal; I forgot about dessert.”

  I reached down and adjusted my dick. “Fuck, woman. You’re going to send me into a serious meeting with a hard-on.” She shook her head and chuckled. “That’s funny to you?”

  “No,” she said and wiped her mouth as she continued to laugh. “Sorry. I just remembered that I was going to ask you if that’s how you got your road name.” At the look of confusion on my face, she continued, “Because of the bat you have in your pants.”

  I threw my head back and laughed at that. “Oh, shit, that’s good,” I managed to say and continued to laugh. When I finally got myself under control, I answered her unasked question. “No, that’s not how I got my road name.”

  Without missing a beat, or a bite of food, she said, “Yeah, I figured that out when I saw Cristofano out cold on the ground and you standing over him with a bat in your hand.”

  “About that,” I started, but had no idea what to say. I wasn’t going to apologize or deny who I was, but I hadn’t had to answer to anyone since before my mother died.

  She waved her hand dismissively. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I get it, and I’m in no position to be asking you any questions.”

  An uncomfortable silence fell over us. I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by a sharp knock on the front door. Copper entered the room seconds later. “Show time, brothers.”

  Copper opened the door and gestured for Luca and Piero to come inside. “Gentlemen, follow me to our conference room.”

  “Gotta go, baby,” I said and dropped a kiss on top of Tatum’s head before I followed Copper and the other officers to Church.

  Tatum reached out and grabbed my hand. “Are you going to be long?” she asked with a hint of whining in her voice.

  “Not sure, baby,” I replied and tried not to smile at the clever woman. When I turned around, it was clear her question had drawn Luca’s attention—as I’m sure she intended.