Captured: A Bad Boy Romance

by Faye, Carmen

  Dakota just sat back and listened. He knew that they were right. Hudson wasn’t thinking straight. He was giving away too much to someone he wasn’t totally sure of. And her being at the house put every single person in danger. Even if she was on the up and up, they knew damn well her colleagues were not.

  He was going to have to talk to Hudson. He was going to have to explain the situation that they were all in now. Maybe he’d listen. Dakota could only hope. Because right at that moment the club was discussing how maybe Asher wasn’t fit for the job anymore. Maybe he needed to step down and let someone lead them that wasn’t stuck in the crotch of the law.

  Dakota shook his head. He didn’t know what to say and was glad no one had asked him. In that moment he would be inclined to agree with the masses. Maybe Asher had lost his ability to put their best interest ahead of his own. What made him such a good leader was his ability to shut out any other influence. No old lady. No kids. No family. He was able to put his entire focus into the club and the safety of his brothers. Something about that agent had changed that. Now all he seemed to care about was absorbing her every second he could get.

  Dakota made a mental note to speak to Asher later that evening. It’d be better from him than anyone else.

  ***

  Logan leaned his head back and sighed in happiness. How could this get any better? His wife had taken the kids out for the day. He was in the recliner, leaned back and watching the game and Amanda was on her knees with his dick in her mouth. It was the absolute perfect Sunday afternoon.

  “God damn girl,” he moaned. “I swear you get better every day.”

  He heard a giggle and felt her lips form a smile. She was so easy to keep happy. All he had to do was make her feel wanted and she kept him satisfied on demand. As he felt her tongue work magic on him, he recalled a few nights back. His wife again refused sex. She was accusing him of having an affair with the nanny and threatening to leave. He told her to go. But remember his paycheck and all those expenses that came with the kids. She’d told him he was a bastard.

  She was probably right. He was. But he’d learned quickly after Amanda moved in that he held all the cards. She barely tended to the kids at all. They weren’t home enough between school and friends and activities. Her only job was to stay fucking hot and keep him satisfied. And she did damned good at both. His wife called Amanda a glorified whore. He didn’t care. If his wife had been a little more whorish, there’d be no need for Amanda.

  After being called a bastard, he told her he was going to go fuck the nanny since she didn’t want him. She had cried. Begged him to stay in bed. To be happy with her. He told her to suck his dick and he would.

  She refused. Said she felt used and trashy. So he left the bed, walked into Amanda’s room, and ordered her to the shower. The same shower that bordered his bedroom. And he climbed in with her and did more things to her than he’d ever done to any woman. Each of them making her moan and pant and yelp with pleasure. He knew his wife could hear. He knew it hurt her. He didn’t care.

  She was right. He was a bastard. But he loved it.

  “Mm,” Amanda moaned with a mouth full of him and it made him harder. She definitely knew how to take care of a man.

  The phone ringing pissed him the fuck off. He wanted to ignore it. To relish in his afternoon of peace. To enjoy the feeling. But he couldn’t. The number was enough to tell him he had to answer.

  “Don’t stop,” he ordered. “I have to answer this.”

  She nodded and he pushed the button.

  “This is very bad timing.” He snapped into the phone.

  “Sorry,” the drawl made his skin crawl. “We have a problem.”

  God he hated when that man talked to him like he was stupid. Clearly they had a problem if he was getting a Sunday afternoon phone call.

  “Go on.”

  “She’s here. Not this second, but almost every other one.”

  “What the hell do you mean she’s there?” Logan sat up, causing Amanda to reposition herself. “Why?”

  “We aren’t sure. Boss man says they are working together. The guys are worried about the danger to us if we get busted. Like maybe she’s working a case against him and setting him up.”

  “There’s no case. Does anyone else know just what the hell they’re doing?”

  “Naw,” he answered. “Just that it’s supposed to benefit us. And that it’s safe. According to Hudson anyways.”

  “Us, or you?”

  “Whichever that takes you down, along with the ATF.”

  “And she’s helping?”

  “I suppose. Most think they’re just fucking. But he swears they are working together on something. A case she has. Or something like that.”

  “How often is she there? And how long? And what do you mean fucking? Are they fucking?” Logan was tired of having to ask for more information. The idiot should know what to tell him.

  “Almost every day. Most of the day. And yes we all think so. She’s attached to him.”

  So our little agent has bedded the enemy huh? Well, now I know why she’s so damned secretive. Not only would it cost her a job, but she must know something. “ If he’s hung on this long, there must be something there. That makes her a very valuable tool.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I didn’t expect you to.”.

  “Most of the guys are ready to vote him out.”

  “No, I need him where he’s at. For a little while longer.”

  “So what do I do?”

  “Convince them to keep him. Make her feel welcome and secure. Let her trust you. And tell me everything.”

  “Consider it done.”

  “And if you fuck this up…”

  The awkward silence was the only response he needed. The message was received loud and clear. Before he could say goodbye he felt his orgasm coming and pushed the button on the phone.

  “Oh fuck baby, that is amazing,” Logan moaned and groaned as his body released the stress of the phone call.

  “Brent,” she never called him by his name so it definitely caught his attention. “We need to talk.”

  “We aren’t having the leave your family talk again are we?”

  “No. It’s a little more important than that.”

  “So what is it?” He asked, ready to continue watching the game.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  CHAPTER 23

  “Thanks for meeting me,” Andy spoke and stretched out his hand to shake hers.

  Melissa noted immediately that his fingers were trembling. Something was upsetting him and she wasn’t sure what it was or why she was the one he had called.

  The one thing she did know was that he hadn’t been at work in a while. She kept meaning to ask around, but with her case work and the time she was spending with Asher; the thought always slipped her mind. It made her feel like a lousy co-worker, but she reminded herself that they weren’t exactly close friends.

  Andy had apologized to her numerous times for leaving the mike. She knew that he felt guilty about her being kidnapped. Considering the situation, she couldn’t exactly tell him that it was a good experience for her. Instead she had to just accept his apology and constantly tell him that it was okay and she was fine, that she didn’t hold any resentment.

  Something inside her told her that he wasn’t the one responsible anyway. She knew without even giving it a thought that Andy Wallaby hadn’t made the decisions to put her in danger. Her instinct told her it was Logan, but she didn’t have the proof she needed yet.

  She knew ultimately it was Wallaby’s job to ensure her safety. His place on the team that night left him responsible. But she had never and would never blame her.

  Not that she blamed anyone. She kind of wanted to kiss whoever did it. Things were amazing with Hudson and that would have never happened otherwise. She had only hoped that they would have solved her case by now. That there would have been evidence to support their theory. Sometimes she had a nagging d
oubt in her mind about the man she was aligning herself with. Could he be trusted? Or was he still only out to take down the ATF, which at the moment still included her?

  “Of course,” she smiled at him and shook his hand in return. “When a colleague needs me, I’m there.”

  “I’m not much of a colleague.”

  “Are you still blaming yourself for that night?” she asked, wishing that she could reassure him one last time and he would stop feeling guilty.

  “No,” he answered. “Well, yes a little. But it’s over.”

  “Then I don’t understand what you mean?” Her senses were on high alert. Was he trying to scam her? Hurt her? Had Logan sent him?

  “I can’t be a colleague when I no longer work with you.”

  “What?”

  “I was fired”.

  “For what?” Wallaby had always been a good agent. She was pretty sure he’d been one who’d stay at the ATF forever.

  “On paper? Causing you to get kidnapped. But that’s not the reason and I know it. I know something.”

  Suddenly she was beginning to feel uneasy. Wallaby wasn’t the kind to be paranoid. She’d never seen him act like this. But suddenly it’s like he was afraid of his own shadow.

  “Know something?” Melissa had to play it cool. She had to act confused and unsure of what was going on or it’d give her own cover away. “I don’t understand.”

  “When you were… gone,” he began, “I was sent to see what information I could find. But I was told something that struck my interest. It wasn’t about you really. But I decided to check it out. Gut instinct you know? So I did. And the more I learned, the worse it seemed to get. And I went to work one day and was fired. Basically told to mind my own business.”

  Melissa felt her own heart drop. What had Wallaby stumbled on to? She had no doubt that it had Logan right smack in the middle of it. Enough so that he’d fired him. She wanted to ask. She wanted to know if he knew something that could help her. But she couldn’t ask.

  The one thing she’d learned in all of this was that nobody was what they appeared. So she had to tread carefully with them. Make sure that she could trust them before she did. Never reveal her position. It was like a deadly game of chess.

  “I don’t know why I called you.” He continued. “I thought maybe…I mean no one else even acknowledges me. They are all up…I mean,” his voice trailed off. “I’m still researching. I have a plan. I was hoping that we could work together. Privately of course.”

  “I’d have to know what it is we are working on.”

  “I’m a little leery of trusting anyone at the moment. I hope you can understand.”

  Melissa nodded and wanted to tell him that he had no idea just how much she understood that statement. But she kept her cool.

  “I need help,” he confessed to her. “I’m in danger. And if I’m right, so are you.”

  Those words caused her ears to perk up. “Danger?”

  “Yes,” he answered. “If I’m right, you were sent into that house that night to die.”

  Melissa felt the breath catch in her throat. She had no clue how much his words would impact her.

  “No one can know we meet. It’d guarantee we don’t make it through this. But trust me, what I have is enough to turn the system and this town upside down. And I’m still learning more. I will be in touch, Agent Fuller. I will give you more information. But for now I just wanted someone to know. I have to go. Like I said, I will be in touch.”

  And with that Wallaby walked off. Melissa leaned back against her car and tried to catch her breath. Someone wanted her dead and now she had to find out who and why.

  ***

  “Stop!” her rising voice did the trick. Asher let go of her almost immediately.

  “Someone is not in a very good mood,” he teased. “What’s going on?”

  “I don’t know,” she answered. “But I’m scared.”

  Hudson realized that something serious had happened and mentally chastised himself for immediately taking the situation to a sexual level. He couldn’t seem to help it. Whenever he was around her his body went wild with desire. He wanted to touch her and be with her.

  Sometimes he had to take a step back and remember there was more to their situation than their hunger for each other. They had to set that aside and work on things from time to time. Especially right now. They were so close to having the proof that they needed and they couldn’t afford to lose their focus.

  But something about the way she trembled in front of him was different. It wasn’t longing. She was terrified. Shaken up. Something had happened that was seriously bothering her.

  Asher’s instincts were to pull her into his arms and try and protect her. The problem was that she wasn’t that kind of woman. As submissive as she might be sexually, she was very independent and she wouldn’t appreciate the gesture. She wanted his support and caring. She didn’t want him to hide her away. Even if that’s what he wanted to do most.

  “Tell me,” he reached for her shoulders and watched her tense. “What’s wrong?”

  His concern was evident. She could see it. She knew that he could tell this was real. He would want to hide her away somewhere and keep her safe. Protect his little woman. He best damned not say it. He knew better.

  She wasn’t sure how to tell him. Hell, she wasn’t even sure what to tell him. She guessed she’d start at the beginning and that’s what she did.

  They sat down and she poured out her heart. The call from Wallaby. Her hesitance. Their meeting. The fact that he’d been fired. Why he’d been fired. The fact that he was shaking and terrified. That he didn’t trust her and most certainly wouldn’t trust her if he knew she was working with Asher. That he’d told her about an investigation. That he’d said he was in danger. He wanted someone to know. He’d be in touch. Everything.

  Everything except one. She left it for last. And when she said the words she knew why she’d saved that detail.

  Asher exploded. He wanted her to leave town. Get the hell away from whatever was going on. He was worried for her. She had been afraid of that reaction.

  She argued. They got into a small fight. Then he told her he was sorry. That he couldn’t bear the idea of anything happening to her. She nodded. She understood. But she still wasn’t positive any of it was true.

  Hudson believed it didn’t matter. If the idea was thrown out there, she was in some sort of danger. And he wasn’t certain how to fix it with her out working cases. If Wallaby was honest and she disappeared, it’d put a mark on both of them. Logan was no fool.

  If he was lying, Logan would know she knew and he’d come after her. She was damned if she did and damned if she didn’t.

  There was no sex that night. They talked. She told him what had happened and he held her. They tried to sort through it. They tried to figure out what they could do to make it okay. They yelled and questioned and cried. And for the first time, Hudson told her he loved her.

  That brought her to the question that’d been in the back of her mind for months. If he loved her…if he wanted her…why would he let his club take care of her?

  Hudson was shocked she’d asked. He had known that was her thought. Once he’d realized she’d been in that passageway and heard the conversation. She was an agent. It was in her nature to stop and listen.

  He went on to explain how he was putting on a front. The guilt that had filled him from the inside. The way he’d planned to tell her. But she’d left. And he’d been devastated.

  Fuller wanted to believe him. She wanted to hear the words and have no doubts that he was being honest. The problem was that she wasn’t sure who was honest and who wasn’t anymore. She’d come to Vegas for a job and she ended up in some kind of mixed up and twisted world she’d never expected.

  Now she understood the saying. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. That’s because what happens in Vegas is so fucked up that it doesn’t make sense to the rest of the world. So they just keep it quiet so that nobod
y knows. She’d never been in a situation like this and once she was out, she never wanted to be again. It upset her more than anything she’d ever dealt with, including her brother’s death.

  Asher watched her facial expressions and felt his heart break. Even after all they’d endured together, she wasn’t sure she believed him. A part of him understood it. She was learning a lot about the world. But he’d thought that he’d proven himself to her.

  Watching her toy with whether she could trust him was the most painful thing he’d ever seen. He never expected that a woman, any woman, could get to him the way she had. And he knew that he only had one recourse. Keep her safe. Show her that he’d never hurt her and then she would know she could believe what he said.