Benelli's Elle: Unfortunate Souls MC Book One

by Debbie Mitchell

  “Do you have anything else to add?” I motion to Hash, “Do you know where Calibar is now? Why he wasn’t at the meetup?”

  “No man, I figured he’d have been there,” Hash stammers out and Phoenix walks over to him, we hear the click of the gun being cocked, “I thought you said you were a man of your word, you said if we talked you’d let us go.”

  “I am a man of my word and I said I’d let Goofy go,” and at that Phoenix put the final nail in his coffin.

  At the 3rd of the four men dead Goofy speaks out, “Okay, they’re dead, can you get me down from this shit now?”

  Justice walks over and releases Goofy from the chains and he falls to the ground but gets up quickly and rubs his wrists.

  “What in the ever loving fuck are you doing, Jus?” Phoenix asks getting ready to put a bullet in Goofy, but Justice puts his arm across his chest to block him.

  Goofy stretches out his hand to Phoenix, “Special Agent O’Neal, I went undercover to get the supreme leader of the trafficking ring, Zhang Xui Ying, but it seems like you’ve already taken him out for me. There’s been rumors of Chains actions trafficking and I have been working on taking down Zhang for a five years now but I could never catch him and get the evidence. That’s why I joined the VD to get Chains on the radar of Zhang. Then, when he kidnapped a club girl you took him out. When Calibar took over it was easy to get them linked up. My other connections leaked to Zhang there was a new, smarter leader that could get him the girls faster than Chains ever could.”

  “But how did ‘we’ know all this and why didn’t anyone tell me?” Phoenix asks angrily, “and how the fuck could you do that job? Watching girls getting taken from their families like that and stand by?”

  “So, you know when we brought them all back and put them in separate rooms? Ruger had balls, Justice had Hash, and I had him. He told me he was undercover. Of course, I didn’t believe him, but he had his badge hidden in the heal of his boot. It was right there when I twisted the heal. I told Ruger and Justice because, well, we were all three together. We hung him back with the others, hoping we would get more info from them and it worked. When he sang, we got more info from Hash. You and Benelli have been so busy with everything trying to find out about the little girl, I didn’t get to tell either of you.”

  “I didn’t get to tell Benelli until right before he came in,” said Ruger.

  “That’s fucked up guys. I know this mission has hit me pretty hard. Fucking with the lives of kids hits home, okay. But you,” he points to O’Neal, “How in the fuck can you have let this go on and be a part of it, seriously dude, little kids!”

  “I know it’s fucked up, but it was for the greater good. Do you know how many girls Zhang got a hold of before I got involved? 784 girls before the ones you saved. 784 girls got sent who knows where, and he got out of it every time. One was my sister and I still haven’t found her yet… but I swear to you, I will. If it’s the last breath I take I will find and save Liberty,” he states.

  “So what’s your plan now?” I ask.

  “Hunt down Calibar, thanks to you we have the girls to testify against him,” O’Neal says.

  “Do you really think that’s how we are going to let it go down? He raped my woman, he will pay for that and it’s not going to be a prison sentence where he gets released and can hurt another woman again,” I tell him how it’s going to be.

  “Legally, I have to tell you that, but I’ve been in this world a while now. I’ve seen the damage it’s doing to the girls. I don’t need Calibar to find my sister. If I find him, I’ll turn him over to you,” O’Neal swears.

  “And your report?” I ask O’Neal.

  “It never mentions your club, you’ll never be on FBI radar. Just make me a deal though?” he says.

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  “When I find my sister and get out of this… you let me join your club and take out these scum the way it should be done, deal?” he asks.

  “We’d be proud to have you,” and I shake his hand.

  After we get anymore intel that O’Neal can give us on Calibar, we have church. After that Dad, Phoenix and I stop and get some foo foo girlie stuff and head back to my house to help Brick and the others with the room for Brenna. It’s unseasonably warm today and us being men decided we better get the grill fired up before the girls get back.

  Brenna swings, showing me her dress with pockets, and I show her the new princess room where she will be living at her new home. I’ve given Virus a heads up to figure out any way we can make this legal without a lot of time and paperwork. He tells me it would be a little smoother if Elle and I were already married. Looks like we are going to have to pin down a date, and soon.

  We enjoy the evening with friends and family and some kick ass barbeque. Brenna falls asleep in my arms while we listen to Phoenix sing and play the guitar around the firepit. After everyone leaves I carry her and put her into bed and tuck her in. I then spend the rest of the long day and into the wee hours of the night making love to my woman and of course setting a date.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Elle

  I enjoy having everyone over and especially not having to cook is a big bonus, but I am happy they all left because all I want to do is tuck our little girl in, oh my God, OUR little girl and after that I plan on getting it on with my man. We do need to set a date though, and pretty soon so we can get the paperwork in order to adopt Brenna. Virus and Benelli have been working on it, and I know Virus said it would be easier if we were already married, but he’d do his best.

  I was wanting to give her a bath before bed, but there is no way in hell I’m going to wake her up to take one. I can do it when she gets up in the morning. I follow him as he carries her up to her bedroom and pulls back the covers. He lays her down and kisses her on the cheek and covers her back up with her adorable purple comforter with butterflies all over it. They really did an outstanding job in this room today. I give her a kiss too, and he takes my hand and leads me to ours.

  “You know, if anyone had asked me a year ago, hell, six months ago, if I would not only have a woman but to be engaged to her, and be becoming an instant father to a five-year-old girl, I would have said they had lost their minds, but here I am,” he places his palms on my cheeks and gives me a sweet kiss, “I am the happiest I have ever been in my life right now.”

  “I’m right there with you, babe, 100%. This has been a roller coaster of a ride and there are things that I wish wouldn’t have happened, but they did, and I’ve overcame them,” I say.

  “Yes, you have baby. I’m so proud of you,” he tells me, “I guess though we need to lock down a date. I know you were wanting to plan a big wedding, and we can still do that, I think, but how much time can we really cut it down to?”

  “I was hoping for spring, but is Valentine’s Day too far out?” I ask.

  “What about Christmas?” he asks, and I laugh.

  “You’re killing me smalls, that’s less than two months, can you give me a tiny bit more time here,” I laugh.

  “New Year’s Day, I know we won’t get a place on New Year’s Eve, but how about the day because I want nothing more than starting out the year with you as my wife,” he says so convincingly.

  “Well, geez, when you put it all romantic like,” I joke and then kiss him.

  It started out gently, but the more I thought about what that day would mean and picturing it, the more aroused I got. Our kiss became more intense, more fiery. I reached my hand down and placed it on the outside of his jeans, and yep; he was feeling it too. His hand reaching down and unsnapping and unzipping my jeans. I shimmied and wiggled as he pulled them down and in an instant picked me up and tossed me on the bed. I made quick work of getting his down and off too. The next thing you know, we were pulling and yanking our clothes off in a feverish frenzy. Kissing and touching and working our lips and hands all over each other. I pushed myself back onto the bed and he followed along with me.

  “Get on all fours,
” he huskily says, and I eagerly do as directed. He teases my entrance with his cock, but I push back against it, not wanting to wait any longer to be filled,“You’re ready aren’t you?” he asks in a low, sensual voice.

  I turn my head, flipping my long hair over to the other side and look at him hungrily, “Now, I need it now, Benelli.”

  He pushes into me and growls the name he calls me when I’m in power, “Xena,” throwing his head back as he thrusts into me harder and harder, faster and faster and I work my body with his, pushing back, back, back against his steel body and he loves it. I keep my head turned looking towards him and it feeds his lust. His hands grip my hips and thrusts deep inside. I lower the top half of my body, angling down now so I can grab one of his hands with my own. His thrusts stop momentarily as he flips me in a swift motion, “ride me,” and I do. I impale myself on to his cock and rise and lower my body in desperation. He places his fingers strategically so that every movement I make, his fingers hit my clit in exactly the right place, I’m about to go over the edge. He takes those fingers and places them in his mouth and he moans at the taste and then grabs my hips firmly and rapidly forces my body up and down so quickly on his rock hard shaft and I throw my head back and lose all control. When I do that the length of my hair falls and feathers against him and he too comes and growls Xena again in such a carnal way that I feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

  When the aftershocks finally cease for us both we put our foreheads to each other and we are so sweaty and breathless. I ease off of him and stand, holding out my hand, and he takes it and raises. We walk to the shower and enjoy one more round before we decide we better get some well deserved sleep.

  It’s been a few days, and I needed to get back to work. I have a boudoir session with the woman that I had to reschedule with when we found Lexie in the shop. I’ve honestly never done one before, but I’ve seen other people’s work and they have a way of making women feel so empowered and beautiful.

  “Hi, thank you so much for understanding about rescheduling, Mrs. VanZandt,” I reach out and shake the woman’s hand.

  “Miss, and call me Marti,” she says.

  “Marti, what makes you want to do boudoir photos? A Christmas present for someone special?” I ask.

  “Yes, someone very special… me. I lived with a man for way too long that abused me both physically and mentally. You’re too fat, you’re stupid, your hair isn’t pretty, I’m the only man that would put up with you. Finally, I had enough, and I got away. I went back to school, I went to counseling, I found ME again. I want to celebrate that and I guess I feel like this is the final piece to the new me, ya know. So I can prove to myself that I am beautiful and sexy. So yes, someone very, very special,” she says with a beaming pride that lights up the room.

  “That is so inspirational, I wish more women could feel that way, seriously, we all need to believe in ourselves like you do,” and Marti blushes, “let’s get started, why don’t you get changed and meet me over in this room over here and I’m going to go lock the front.”

  Marti exits the dressing room, and she had her hair in an updo with a red bandana, a blue jean shirt that’s tied just under her ample breasts and silky blue panties and looks phenomenal. “I thought I would start with this, I have a couple other outfits too if that’s okay?”

  “Okay, are you kidding me, this is going to be a blast and might I say, WOW, you are stunning, Rosie the Riveter would be proud,” I say enthusiastically. I pull down the white backdrop and remember the guys left some tools in the back and go grab them. We do several different poses and we are both coming up with ideas and laughing. This is freaking awesome! She changes into a black lace bra and panty set and has her hair down this time. I do some shots of her posing, laying down with her legs up in some killer pumps. These are coming out amazing. I remember I have some wicked black wings in the prop room and grab them. In one photo I have her standing with her back to me showing her black hair, wings, panties peaking out and those super toned calves in heals. Fuck me, I think I’ve found my calling. If this doesn’t give women their empowerment back, I just don’t know! We’ve talked throughout the shoot and I find out that she’s a counselor for rape and domestic violence victims at a woman’s shelter about an hour and a half away. I show her some of the photos through the screen on the back of the camera, and she can’t wait for the final editing and touches.

  When I get home, I tell Benelli about Marti and how fun and amazing the shoot was. I tell him how I would like to get a special package together to support women getting back on their feet after feeling so defeated. I also really bonded with Marti and wished she wasn’t so far away.

  “Funny you should mention that, we had a meeting this morning and since we want to go in a rescue mission direction with the club, we talked about buying a home and opening it up for women and children we get out of bad situations and they don’t have anywhere to go. We’re looking at a few possibilities later this week. I think Phoenix is talking to Zen about running it as we speak. We figured she would be perfect for this and sounds like Marti would too,” he tells me.

  “I love that idea!” I say.

  Just then Brenna runs into the room and jumps up into my arms, “You’re home! Man, I fucking missed you!”

  “Fucking? Brenna, we don’t use that word, okay,” I say.

  “Fireball says it. He said it a lot before Lexie’s mom came and picked me up. He kept saying, I can’t believe I’m in a motorcycle club and fucking babysitting,” and I cringe and turn my squinted eyes towards Benelli who is not too happy.

  “Well, I’ll make sure Fireball knows that it’s a very bad word and neither of you are going to say it ever again, right Miss Brenna?” Benelli says trying to look menacing but not too much.

  “Yes sir,” she says lowering her head and crossing her feet and that’s when the all powerful president crumbles.

  “I’m not mad at you baby girl,” awww that’s what my mom calls me, now I’m melting, “now come and give me a hug,” he says, and she smiles and does.

  Just then the front door opens and it’s mom and Ruger, “now where is my new granddaughter? Awww, look at you, you are so pretty.”

  Brenna looks up at me all confused, “Sweetie, this is my mommy, so that makes her your grandma.”

  “Noni, I want to be a Noni, grandma makes me sound old,” mom announces.

  “What’s a Noni?” she asks.

  “Well, it’s grandma,” mom tells her.

  “What’s a grandma?” she asks and we all look at each other and then I pretty much panic because none of us thought about seeing if she had any other family besides her mom and dad.

  “Honey, did you not have a grandma and grandpa?” I ask worriedly.

  “I don’t know, what is that?”

  Mom squats down beside her and pulls Brenna into her arms, “It’s a person who loves you and spoils you even more than your mommy and daddy.”

  I have to roll my eyes on that one because, well, I just do. “No, I never had one of those, that’s for sure,” Brenna says.

  “Well, you’ve got one now, baby girl,” mom tells her.

  “Hey, there, wait just a minute, what am I chopped liver? I’m your PaPa, and before you ask, it’s like a grandpa but way cooler,” Ruger says.

  “Wait,” and she holds up her hand in a stop motion and puts her other hand on her hip, “So you’re telling me that I’ve got a new mommy and daddy that are A-MA-ZING and love me but now I get a Noni and PaPa that love me even more than that? You’re kidding me, right?”

  “I wouldn’t say they love you more than me, but nope, not even kidding,” Benelli tells her.

  “I’m the luckiest girl in the whole wide world!” she yells loudly.

  “And you know what Noni and PaPa are going to do? We are going to take you out to get a Halloween costume and some ice cream,” mom tells her, and Ruger goes right along with her like they had this all planned. I haven’t seen my mom in forever, and th
ey’ve snatched her up and are heading outside to the truck in a snap.

  “Nice seeing you mom, so glad you came to Illinois to see you’re only child, no really, love you too!” I call out trying to act deprived but honestly, that helps me out because I’ve got some serious wedding planning to do, stat.

  Brenna

  I don’t know all these people that have come into my life, but I’m so happy. I know it’s probably not very nice, but if this is what real families are like, I’m glad mine are gone. I saw Elle get sick and puke and she still made me bunches of food. My other mommy was always sick and never made me anything, ever. My daddy never played with me, he never talked to me unless he was yelling at me and hitting me or mom. Benelli built me a whole princess butterfly room AND he played tea party with me and Uncle Phoenix. Now, I’m in a truck with people who are taking me to get a Halloween costume. I don’t know what that is, but hey, it sounds like fun, especially the ice cream part.

  We pull up to this store and walk across the parking lot. They each take my hand and when I jump up they swing me, so guess what, I am going to keep doing it. I sometimes think of when that mean man took me and I was in that dark place with all those other girls, but I try not to. They were sad that they didn’t get much to eat or drink but, shoot; it was more than I usually got at home, so that part didn’t bother me so much and I liked not being alone all the time. They walk me into the enormous doors of the store and my mouth drops open.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “What honey, what is it?” the one that wants me to call him Papa asks.

  “This place is SOOOOO COOL!” I say and run up to this monster and it starts dancing in front of me, so I dance too. The one called Noni has her phone out recording me dancing. I ran to something else, and it started cackling so I do the same, then I go to a black cat and it throws a hissy fit, so I hissy fit right back at it. I’ve never been to a store like this, but I love it!