Dare to Love

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Beats the other alternative,” Max stated.

  “We have to find them. She’s dead if we don’t,” Taylor said, feeling sick and angry.

  “Taylor.” He looked up and saw Pinto, Warner’s friend.

  “We know where they took Mercedes.”

  “What?” both Taylor and Max replied. There were others around them, including Mike Spencer and Monroe and Caldwell Gordon.

  “What do you need from us?” Caldwell asked, straight-faced.

  “Warner said sit tight, he has a plan. Kurt is with him.”

  “Oh shit,” Taylor said, knowing that this was a seriously dangerous situation and he could lose all three of them.

  * * * *

  “This is your fucking plan?” Kurt said to Warner as Warner rechecked his Glock and remained expressionless.

  They were sitting in the woods right outside of the estate preparing to raid the place.

  “Listen to me, Randall does not know that one of the key players who wants to take over his business has got a major enemy with ties in the area. Randall can’t just sell this off to him without following protocol.”

  “You’re talking about organized crime shit?”

  “Even crazier fucking bastards. Russians and Ukrainians with bad blood between them.”

  “Oh fuck,” Kurt said and ran his hands through his hair.

  “Why are you involved with that? I mean how the hell do you know this shit?” Kurt asked.

  “You’ve done jobs for different individuals just as I have over the years, Kurt. You know we’ve made connections. But after today I’m done. It’s all so fucked up, and you never know who is telling the truth, who is setting you up, or when someone might just shoot you in the back. We need to get all loose ends tied so we’re done forever. You, me, Taylor, and Mercedes can live normal lives and be together without worrying.”

  “We have permission for justified kills?” Kurt asked, holding his gun.

  “These fuckers have our woman, there’s nothing more justified than that.”

  “We have to get to Mercedes. God knows what they’ve done to her already.”

  “I know, and listen, when we get to her I’ll explain the next step.”

  “What?”

  “Let’s move. I hate sitting around waiting.”

  * * * *

  Mercedes was crying her head hurt so badly. She knew the tears were making it worse but she couldn’t stop. She was scared. These men had tied her up to a bed, in a nice bedroom no less, and stripped her to her panties and bra. When she tried to resist they hit her and threatened her with guns.

  She tried pulling her wrists from the restraints but she couldn’t. They were too tight and chafed her skin.

  She heard the door creak open and she swung her head to see who it was.

  Two men. Men she didn’t recognize at all. They wore suit pants, dress shirts, and ties. They looked like businessmen and then they spoke.

  Was that Russian?

  “This is her,” the one guy said in broken English and waved a hand toward the bed. The taller, bulkier man moved forward.

  “Better than the pictures you sent. You sure she is part of the deal?” the man asked as he moved closer and held her gaze. They had tied a piece of material over her mouth and gagged her. She felt like choking but her throat was dry.

  He reached out his big hand and trailed a finger along her belly. She wiggled and tried pulling away but the ropes were tied tight to her ankles, too.

  His finger grazed over her pussy and she felt sick. She prayed he didn’t rape her but she knew better. If someone didn’t rescue her she was as good as raped and dead. They were going to sell her.

  He cupped her breasts. “Bigger than the pictures.”

  The other man approached and smiled.

  “I know. A pleasant surprise. She is special in so many ways.”

  “Hmm. I suppose so.”

  He stared at her.

  “You will be obedient and you will do as I say, and maybe you will live. Then I will decide if you will be all mine or if I can make better money selling you to my associates for their pleasure and make some cash.” He ran his hands along her thighs then to her pussy.

  “She is petite. Lots of men like that. I will accept her and the offer of the business, Randall. I will also take a taste and determine her fate with me.”

  He leaned closer and cupped her cheeks and chin.

  So the other guy was Randall? He was the main operator of the business that abducted women and sold them. The slimy fucking bastard. If she got a chance she would kill him. But right now she was shaking. This man, the one saying that she was his, had a mean, nasty look in his eyes. She would rather die than be forced to have sex with him or anyone he chose. In fact, she would make him kill her. There was no way she would ever survive being raped by multiple men. Never.

  “Get me the papers,” the man said to Randall.

  “Yes, Nicolai.”

  “I’m going to remove this gag. You can’t be comfortable, and I want to hear your voice. The voice that will cry out in ecstasy as I make you come for the very first time, virgin,” he said as he undid the gag.

  “Fuck you,” she spat at him the moment the material left her mouth. His eyes widened and darkened.

  He sat up and then straddled her.

  “Fuck me? I don’t think so. You will obey,” he said and began touching her, caressing her breasts as she fought the restraints. She was crying and screaming at him when he struck her across the mouth. She growled, feeling so very angry she thought if her hands were free she could kill him herself.

  “Get away from me. I will never be yours.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong.” He covered her mouth and kissed her, plunging his tongue between her teeth and lying all his weight on her body, crushing her.

  She didn’t know what to do. She was so desperate, so angry, she bit down on his tongue, hearing his roar instantly. He pounded on her body and she opened her mouth and cried out, releasing him, tasting the disgusting blood and his scent in her mouth and through her nostrils. She was sick and could vomit.

  The sound of alarms blaring drew his attention toward the door.

  He jumped up, cut the ropes, and grabbed her. He retied the ones behind her back as she struggled to breathe. She hurt everywhere.

  He shoved her along with him as he drew a gun and looked out the door in the hallway. In the distance she heard shots being fired but couldn’t be sure. What was going on?

  She struggled to get free from his grasp. She rocked to the right and he yelled at her then shoved her head to the wall where there was a sharp sconce. It shattered against her temple and cheek. She felt the sting and the cut instantly. Her vision blurred and she no longer fought his hold as she feared falling on her face and losing consciousness. She was in the middle of some kind of war as bullets whizzed by her and what sounded like rapid gunfire echoed outside.

  “This way, Nicolai. We have the truck ready,” someone yelled. It was one of his guards.

  As they headed down the next flight of stairs, she moaned in pain and felt like vomiting. Her head throbbed.

  As he got to the end of the staircase, gripping her tight, she heard the yelling. She heard Randall say, “I give up. Don’t kill me.”

  She saw two men in black and then an SUV with tinted windows.

  Men got out the vehicles.

  She didn’t know what was going on and then Nicolai was pulling her back into the house and then shoving her into a room. He paced in front of her, looking like a wild animal. She was bleeding and all she wanted to do was lie down and sleep.

  He jerked her toward him.

  “You. This is your fault. It has to be.” He struck her across the mouth and she fell to the floor.

  “Get away from her now.” She wasn’t sure if she were imagining it or not, but she heard Kurt’s voice and then saw him and Warner. They were dressed in black. Her vision blurred, her eyes closed, and then opened as she tried
to remain conscious. She couldn’t. She heard bits and pieces of the exchanged words. Did Warner know Nicolai?

  “Get her out of here,” Warner said to Kurt. She felt Kurt’s arms go around her and scoop her up into his arms. In the distance she heard nothing. It was silent.

  “Kurt?”

  He said nothing. Maybe he grunted, cursed, complained about her injuries and wanted to kill. It was all mixed up. The words, her vision as she passed by a brick wall, heard a door slam, saw darkness, smelled woods then felt the cold seat beneath her and the scent of leather.

  Then she heard two gunshots. The door closed.

  “We’ve got you. You’re safe now, Mercedes. We’ll get you to the hospital just hold on.”

  A moment later a door opened and closed.

  “Good?” she heard Kurt’s voice ask.

  “Good,” Warner said and then she felt the motion of the car and her head throbbing, her belly aching before she lost consciousness in the safety of Kurt’s arms.

  Epilogue

  Mercedes woke up in bed to the smell of soap, cologne, and she knew where she was. The safety of her men’s home as she had been for the last several weeks.

  They’d made her rest and catered to her every need. She was getting stronger and stronger, and each day she wanted to press for answers as to what had happened to Nicolai, and how Kurt and Warner knew how to find her. But then she would remember that conversation from a month ago. How Warner had explained that if they still did the jobs they had before meeting her that they could never tell her about them and she couldn’t ask. She had a feeling that somehow Warner knew Nicolai and had been responsible for bringing down Randall’s operation, ending the sick business the man had as well as ending Nicolai’s life.

  They thought she was sleeping, or so far gone when they were getting her medical help so they talked freely. Warner and Kurt. They mentioned doing the final job and being free, and how things worked out after all and how relieved they were that she was alive and they saved her.

  She’d thought about that and realized that none of it mattered. She wasn’t going to die. They’d saved her and she loved Taylor, Kurt, and Warner with all her heart.

  “Hey, beautiful, you’re awake,” Taylor said, walking into the room.

  She smiled softly.

  “What time is it?”

  “Who cares,” he replied like he did every time she asked what time, what day, wanting her to just relax and heal and have no worries even about the simple things.

  He brushed the hair from her cheeks and then tilted her chin to the side.

  “The stitches are healing well. Dr. Anders knows a great plastic surgeon who can make sure there isn’t any scarring,” he said, and she swallowed hard.

  “I want to get up and maybe walk around a little.”

  “Honey, you just took a bath a few hours ago. That’s a lot in one day.”

  “No it isn’t. You’re babying me and I’m getting tired of it.”

  “Really?” she heard Kurt’s voice and saw him standing in the doorway. She felt the sense of intimidation but desire overruled it. Her face burned.

  “Where’s Warner?”

  “He’s around,” Kurt said and she wondered if her were lying to her. She had freaked out when they said he wasn’t there when she first awoke in the hospital. Then, every day, she insisted they were nearby or she felt scared. It was silly, but she didn’t want them taking any chances of getting hurt or worse killed. Maybe it was because she didn’t know the intensity of their jobs before, but now was different. They were her men, her lovers, and she wanted to be with them forever.

  “I want to see him,” she said and then shoved down the sheets. She was only wearing a shirt. Taylor’s deputy T-shirt. She felt the funny sensation after getting up too quickly and Kurt cursed.

  “Easy, baby, damn it to hell. You can’t be jumping around jerking your head like that. You’re still recovering.”

  “I’m fine, Kurt. I need to move around or the aches and pains will be from nonuse and stiffness,” she said, feeling a little better being up like this.

  Kurt helped her and she pushed his hand away. He placed his hands on his hips.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” she replied with attitude.

  She went to walk passed him.

  “It doesn’t sound like nothing.” She jerked her head up to see Warner standing in the doorway, wearing only his jeans and no shirt. Her pussy clenched and she licked her lips.

  “Someone in a bad mood?” he said to her. She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

  “Where were you?” she asked. He raised one of his eyebrows at her and stepped closer.

  “Around,” he replied.

  She released an annoyed sigh. “So this is how it’s going to be? I’m on a need-to-know basis with everything. Because I’m sick of it. I accepted you and Kurt not telling me about everything that went down and whether you knew that Nicolai character or not. I accepted you telling me that I can’t ask questions about your pasts, your jobs, and your capabilities. Fine. But when I want to know where my men are I don’t expect to hear the word around. You got it?” she asked, raising her voice as her eyes filled with tears and her emotions got the better of her. She was scared. She was fragile in so many ways from the traumatic experience but mostly she was affected by the fact she finally let her guard down and learned to love these three men.

  In a flash Warner was across the room and pulling her into his arms.

  He lifted her up and pressed her up against the wall.

  He cupped her cheeks and held her gaze.

  “Taylor, Kurt, grab the lube and get everything ready. Our woman is getting a spanking and then she’s going to get some loving the way our woman deserves.”

  He covered her mouth and kissed her and in no time at all she didn’t remember why she’d gotten so mad at them, but only how much she loved them and needed them in her life forever. She dared to love them and would do so for the rest of her life, and they loved her back. Nothing else in the world mattered to her more than having the love and the protection of Taylor, Kurt, and Warner Dawn. Her men, her lovers, her rescuers, and her partners for life.

  Then she felt that little bit of defiance vibrate within her as Warner placed her onto Taylor as he held his cock, waiting for her to ride him.

  She took off her shirt and tossed it to the floor then rubbed her hands together.

  “Finally you understand exactly what I want. The three of you inside of me,” she said.

  “Mercedes.” The three of them said her name in warning and she giggled as they all touched her together, then loved her together. That was all she ever really wanted.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into
the woman I am today.

  Enjoy Dare to Love and allow your imagination to soar freely.

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