Blind Justice

by TL Reeve

  “I bet, pet.” Thomas placed a kiss to her forehead. “Remove your panties.”

  The delicate silk showed her excitement from pleasing both of her doms. AJ gasped in surprise when Scotty ripped the fabric from her body before she could take them off, leaving her completely naked to all who watched.

  AJ was getting off on being displayed. Her nipples were tight little buds. A flush of desire covered the tops of her chest and neck. Duncan scanned the crowd while Thomas remained focused on his two lovers.

  “Show me,” Thomas ordered, his voice husky with desire.

  Scotty’s hands wrapped around AJ’s waist before he spread the lips of her sex apart. The pale pink flesh of her pussy was slick with need, and her little clit was distended.

  “Good girl,” Thomas cooed. “You may continue.”

  Scotty moved his hands to her hips, aiding her as she straddled his lap backwards. AJ bit her bottom lip while rubbing her back across Scotty’s chest. Her soft mewl of need sounded more like a kitten purring than a cat in heat.

  Scotty cupped his dick, brushing his length along her seam before he breached her pussy. AJ’s features softened. Her swollen lips parted, and her eyelids drooped from arousal. She moaned when Scotty pulled her down, driving into her fully. AJ rested against Scotty, giving him and everyone else a clear picture of Scotty’s dick buried into AJ’s tight little cunt.

  Duncan’s dick throbbed, and pre-cum beaded at the tip. He’d always been a visual guy, and he feasted on the duo. The music playing in the background slowed as if to match what was going on between the lovers. It added another layer of sensuality to the already erotic images playing out in front of him. The song spoke of being with the one you love from dusk ‘til dawn. AJ found the rhythm of the music, rolling her hips to the softer beat.

  “Fuck,” Thomas cursed, placing his glass on the table before moving to the left of his partners. Whatever he’d said next had AJ gripping the arm of the chair while a gasp fell from her lips.

  Duncan envied the fuck out of Scotty. He wished it was him in that chair. Not with AJ though. No, he never poached, nor did he share with Thomas. Instead, he wished it was Bella working her pussy on his cock or Enzo riding Duncan’s dick. He shook his head, clearing his mind of such thoughts. The repercussions alone should’ve been enough to send him running for the hills.

  Instead, he focused on the beauty of the two in the chair, how their bodies connected, and how AJ was wrapped up in the perfect state of bliss as Scotty’s cock plundered the depths of her pussy. Thomas’s fingers moved between tweaking her nipples and rubbing her little clit, making her pussy slick and sloppy. He could hear how wet AJ was, even over the music and conversation.

  Fuck. Her total submission was hot as hell.

  “Come,” Thomas ordered.

  Duncan watched the pair intently. AJ cried out. She shook as her orgasm slammed through her. Scotty dug his fingers into her hips, stilling her movements. The rough sound he made grinding against her brought their scene to a climax.

  Perfect.

  Thomas’s face was dark with desire, and Duncan bet his next paycheck that his partner, no matter what he’d said, would be fucking the young man sooner rather than later.

  “Master Duncan?” Paul made his way through the growing crowd. “Mistress Trixie would like you back up in her office at your earliest convivence.”

  “Thank you, Paul. Please let Mistress Trixie know I’m on the way.” Duncan stood, prepared to meet with the woman by himself since Thomas was currently involved with AJ’s aftercare.

  “Very good, Sir.” With a bow and without a glance at AJ and Scotty, the man retreated.

  “Where you going?” Thomas joined Duncan as he followed Paul.

  “You stay. I got this.”

  “Scotty’s with her,” Thomas replied. “He’ll keep our girl nice and cozy until I can return.”

  “You did—”

  “I’m working. They’re not. Hence why I let them they play, and I didn’t join in,” Thomas answered.

  They stopped before Mistress Trixie’s closed door, and Duncan knocked, announcing their arrival. When she answered, Duncan and Thomas entered the space. Anxious energy flittered in Duncan’s stomach. Trixie’s decision would either make or break the op.

  “Your witnesses can stay here in your apartment, Duncan. I have rules though.” She tapped her nails on her desk as if waiting for him to protest her assertion.

  “Name them,” Duncan said.

  “Both of them must sign the current club NDA.”

  He nodded in agreement.

  “Neither of them is allowed in the club unless they have a chaperone, namely you, Duncan.”

  “Don’t think that’ll be an issue, since they’re siblings. I seriously doubt they have an interest in seeing each other fuck.”

  Mistress Trixie cocked a brow. “They will have free access to the grounds surrounding the club, but again, I want them to have a chaperone. If Paul is available, he’s more than willing to help.”

  “That seems easy enough.”

  Mistress Trixie held up her hand. “I’m not done, Duncan. As you are aware, my club is drug-free. It will remain as such.”

  Duncan nodded.

  “They’re both clean,” Thomas said. “R.O.O.T. and the FBI required them both to have extensive drug testing. I can get you a copy of both of their reports.”

  Mistress Trixie nodded. “Beware, Duncan, if there are any issues, it will reflect on you and your membership in this club. You are a much sought after Dom, and I’d hate to have to pull your status as a Dom here or risk any affiliations to other clubs in the future.” She paused. “Am I clear?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he agreed, while silently praying he could trust Bella and Enzo not to fuck up the only thing in his life which gave him any release or joy.

  She handed him a file, giving him a stern glare of warning. “They don’t show up on this property without every i dotted and t crossed on that NDA.”

  “Thank you, Mistress Trixie,” Duncan said.

  “I hope they’re worth it,” she replied.

  He did too, because if shit fell apart, it was his ass on the line.

  Chapter Two

  Duncan gripped the steering wheel tighter as he drove home. Seeing AJ and Scotty along with Thomas solidified one thing for him: he needed to get laid. Of course, he should’ve stayed at the club after his meeting with Trixie concluded, but before he realized it, he hopped into his car and pulled out of the parking lot.

  It didn’t make sense. Nothing about the budding feelings he had for the two siblings in his apartment could manifest. It was lust. A lack of blowing off steam after a long case. They were, for all intents and purposes, witnesses willing to cooperate with an ongoing FBI investigation. Blurring the lines between personal and professional with either of them could cause Duncan problems.

  As he merged onto the interstate, his phone rang. He frowned. No one called him after midnight, especially on the weekends. He glanced at the screen, and his frown deepened. Laura Pratt. He’d meet her once at some FBI function he attended with Thomas. Her godfather introduced them. She didn’t seem too impressed with him, probably because she didn’t want to mess up her fancy clothes or sully her reputation. It didn’t bother him one bit. He wasn’t there to be liked, anyway. The only thing he’d focused on was going home, so he welcomed her cold shoulder. For her to call him out of the blue, though... It didn’t sit well.

  He hit the answer button on his steering wheel while speeding up to change lanes. “Red? What can I do for you?”

  She blew out a breath. “We have an issue.”

  His stomach knotted. Had it been his da? He hadn’t called the old man for a few weeks, and knowing his da, he could get himself into trouble without trying. “Lay it on me.” Duncan played it cool for the moment. He couldn’t jump to conclusions.

  “I’m in San Diego at a gruesome scene.”

  He blew out a breath, sagging as much as he could while
driving. His da was safe. “Okay, tell me how this pertains to me?”

  “Do the names Ignacio Suarez and Naomi Duran-Suarez ring a bell?”

  He clenched the steering wheel. “Fuck. Yeah, according to our records, they should be our witnesses’ parents.”

  “The intel we had was spot on. Two days ago, Raul crossed the border near Mexicali. He was caught on CCTV stealing a vehicle from the parking lot of a liquor store. Then he was spotted again near San Diego at a gas station. If our theory is correct, Raul paid the Suarez family a visit. The place is pretty trashed. There’s a strong indication of Raul and more than likely Ignacio fighting at some point. You should know Naomi is dead. Ignacio is being considered a missing person but presumed dead as well, due to the amount of blood in the residence.”

  “Shit.” The idea of having to tell Enzo and Bella about their parents made his stomach roil. This had to be his punishment for all the hurt he’d inflicted on others.

  “There it is,” Laura said.

  “What?” He pulled off onto the side of the freeway and flipped his flashers on.

  “That accent of yours. From the intel I’ve gathered about you over the years, you’ve perfected your American accent.”

  “Now isn’t the time to get nostalgic on me, Red,” he replied. “I’m fecking pissed, and I have too many questions.”

  “Here’s what I can tell you. About a week ago, a team of our agents were alerted to his whereabouts in Arizona. When our agents arrived, they trailed him for several days until he disappeared. We believe he used the tunnels and went back to Mexico.”

  Duncan clenched his jaw until he thought his back molars would crack from the pressure. “You had agents tailing him, and they didn’t pick him up? What the fuck were they thinking?”

  “In their defense, they believed if they followed him, they’d be led to another of Raul’s compounds.”

  “Instead, Raul broke protocol. He got his hands bloody,” Duncan snapped. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.”

  “It also appears that at some point Raul ransacked the place, looking for something. For what, our investigators aren’t sure. Does your team happen to know?”

  “If I had to guess, where Enzo and Bella are,” he muttered, scrubbing his face. “Looks like Raul’s trying to clean up all of his loose ends.”

  “Appears that way,” she replied. “I’ll have a file from this scene emailed to you by the morning.”

  “Thanks.” Words failed him. Bella and Enzo were fucked. They couldn’t go home. They wouldn’t have a normal life ever again due to Raul. Sure, they had their own responsibilities in creating this mess, however Raul bore the brunt of it. “I’m moving them to a safe house tomorrow. I’ll keep you posted as well.”

  “As will I. If you find Raul before us...”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Come to the FBI, they said. Give FBI agents seminars about terrorists and organized crime, they said. Clear up your record, they said.”

  Laura huffed a laugh. “Goodbye, Duncan.”

  When the call ended, he merged back into traffic and headed home. In the morning, he’d have to do a conference call with Asher and the guys before he left with Bella and Enzo for Club X. They needed this information for their op with Bexley. It might also mean bringing in backup for Bella and Enzo’s protection. Shit, what have I gotten myself into?

  He kept his head on a swivel as he stepped inside the building and headed for the bank of elevators. He didn’t have to go too far, but with the new information, tension filled him, causing the throb at the sides of his head to intensify. Duncan cursed under his breath. Not only did he have to tell the siblings about their parents, but he also had to explain where they were going.

  Duncan stepped out of the elevator and glanced left then right. The gnawing edge of being followed tugged at him. Something was off. There was the possibility he was being paranoid, which seemed to arrive with migraines—a side effect of his troubled youth—however, this was more. He hurried down the hall, his footfalls echoing around him while the chatter from televisions filtered through some of the doors. Near his apartment, music, loud, obnoxious music flowed out into the hall, even though he and Thomas paid a pretty penny for their place.

  Duncan grumbled to himself. “Just because mommy and daddy could afford to send junior to school doesn’t mean it’s party central.”

  Especially after the night he had.

  The thought had occurred to him to knock on the door and flash his badge, but he already knew the move would get back to his superiors, and well, he didn’t want to be shipped back overseas to some fucked up prison, or worse, sent to Lorton. He stuck his key into the lock at the same time the door opened. Bella stood before him with a disgruntled expression on her face and her arms crossed. The look was a mix of adorable and exhausting. He didn’t know how he’d tell her or Enzo about their parents.

  “You’re late,” she muttered. “We could have been kidnapped.”

  He winced internally. She had no clue how true her statement had been. “Sorry, I was held up.”

  “Did you enjoy your night?” Did he detect a bit of jealousy or was it his imagination?

  Duncan closed and locked the door behind him. “Not as much as I intended.” He placed his bag on the sideboard while dropping his keys on the bamboo bowl under the mirror above the credenza. “How about you guys?”

  “Watched movies.” Enzo glanced over the couch. He gave Duncan a shy grin. “I don’t know the last time I’ve been able to.”

  “Good.” Duncan grabbed his bag. “Look, I need to make a few calls and then I’m going to bed. Tomorrow we need to have a meeting and discuss relocation to a better setup.”

  “A safehouse?” Bella asked.

  “Sort of. I’m beat right now. It’s tons of information, and I don’t have the brain power to explain it all in detail.” A total lie, one he could sell with ease.

  “But you have calls to make.” She quirked a brow.

  “Yep. A check in with Thomas to make sure everything is on the up and up.”

  “You talk to him a lot, I’ve noticed,” Bella grilled.

  “He’s my work partner.”

  “Bella,” Enzo chided. “Stop it. He’s tired. Can’t you see it on his face? Doesn’t look like things went well.”

  She frowned. “I don’t want to be lied to again.”

  The truth sat on the tip of Duncan’s tongue. However, he knew if he told either of them, they’d leave in the middle of the night while he slept. Even with a generous head start, Raul would find them within two days, and he’d either kill them or have someone else do it.

  “I hate lying too. I won’t lie to you, Bella.” He placed his hand on her shoulder, and warmth flowed up his arm. The connection pushed away some of the coldness he’d gotten used to.

  “Good.” She shrugged off his hand. Was the feeling only one-sided? “Go to bed then. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning, and we’ll talk then.”

  Shit. How had she taken over his domain? Duncan grunted. The thought of eating anything made his stomach sour. “Sure, breakfast.” With a curt nod, he started for his room.

  After he tossed his bag and jacket onto the bed, Duncan then removed his cufflinks from his sleeves. As he rolled them up, he kicked off his shoes and went straight for his closet. Stepping into the rectangular box which resembled a small booth, he pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through until he hit Asher’s number. Even though it was two in the morning and Asher would kick his ass, he couldn’t let this go.

  “Asher’s line.” Callahan’s voice surprised Duncan. “What can I do for you, Duncan?”

  “I need to speak with the Commander.”

  “Better be business. You know how he is about his pleasure,” the man goaded.

  “It’s business. Might want to make it an all-hands conversation.” Duncan rubbed his hand across his brow, a tick he’d picked up when his headaches became more intense.

  “I’ll let Asher determine if it
warrants that. Give me a second. I’ll transfer you to his quarters.”

  “Thanks,” Duncan replied.

  “No problem, hang tight.”

  The phone clicked twice more before Asher muttered, “Shit better be good. Interrupted the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while.”

  “Sorry. But, it’s bad.” He tried his best to organize his thoughts, even though the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

  “Why do I have the feeling this involves Raul?”

  “Wow, you’re really good at this.” Duncan chuckled. “I received an interesting phone call on the way home from the club. Do you know an FBI agent by the name of Laura Pratt?”

  “Can’t say I do, but I’m assuming she knows you?”

  “Yeah, she knew Thomas and I have been working different cartel cases over the years. Anyway, she gave me a heads up. Raul’s on the move. He’s been spotted in Arizona and California.”

  “Great,” Asher answered, “but why couldn’t this have waited until morning?”

  “Well, the agents on his tail lost him. When they found sign of him again, Naomi Duran-Suarez was dead, and Ignacio was missing, presumed dead.”

  “Fuck me,” Asher muttered. “Do they have an estimation on time of death?”

  “From what I could gather from Laura, pretty recent. She’s sending me the file in the morning. I’ll have more information to present to you then. Unfortunately, it appears the asshole is killing anyone associated with him or those who might harbor anyone from the Nieto Cartel.”

  “Interesting. He never gets his hands dirty. Raul always had someone else doing it for him.” A door closed on Asher’s end. “How bad was it?”

  “I’m not sure. Laura said there’s enough blood on the floor for them to believe Ignacio couldn’t have survived. However, he fought back.”

  “Get the file and be ready for a video conference at 1100 hours.”

  “On it. Also, I can move Enzo and Bella tomorrow night. Trixie has agreed to allow them at Club X as long as I stay with them.” He pulled at his tie, loosening the knot. His temples ached, and if the pounding behind his eyes were any indication, he only had fifteen minutes before a rager of a migraine descended—a side effect from a severe concussion he suffered the day he was arrested.