“We work together and sort it out.” He didn’t even have to think about it, and it was a damned good answer.
“I’m hoping with asking that question it means you’re thinking about taking my patch and ink” He said softly against my lips.
There was nothing to think about. I wanted this complicated man in my life.
“It does. I’ve tried to put our time together behind me but it didn’t work. You have wormed your way inside and I like having you there.” I kissed him but bumped my nose and winced in pain.
“Ow.”
“My old lady’s hurting, so no more kisses. I’m going to hold you while you get some more sleep. Not going anywhere without you, angel-eyes.” His voice was fading as I snuggled into his chest and his arms enfolded me. As I slipped into sleep I thought I heard him whisper against my hair.
“Going to love you until the end of my days, Noe.”
But I must have been wrong because neither of us had said anything about love.
Most probably my poor battered head making up shit.
Dominick
Finally dressed in clean clothes and sipping on his second bottle of water Dominick made his way to where he could hear voices. Everyone was in the big lounge/media room and heads turned as he walked in. He didn’t hesitate to take charge.
“We have a lot to go through so let’s get to it.” He gave Gideon the nod and he turned the television on and eyes were on it immediately.
He pointed at the diagram they were all looking at.
“This is the Harrison Syndicate. We have Frederick who runs Europe, Francis runs Asia and Winifred runs Africa. They have started to work themselves into the US but haven’t established a solid foothold yet.” He looked around before he continued.
“Here at home we’ve been battling Winifred and her right hand man Donald Murchison and after the success of this weekend’s operation we now have full access to their servers. As we speak my people are downloading every single file to a secure server for us to investigate at our leisure. We are hoping to find the names and locations of the persons who bought the kidnapped women and children and aid in securing their freedom.”
No one said a word so he continued knowing that what he said next was going to stir up some bad feelings.
“I’m handing all the files over to an International specialised taskforce and there are going to be questions asked. Some of those questions are going to be uncomfortable for the clubs but I can’t scrub your involvement from the files, or my own. We’re going to have to trust that they will keep their word to grant us immunity for working with them. That said, not all of our business dealings are in those files, so rest easy on that one.”
Hawk’s pissed off voice broke the tense silence.
“How sure are you they will grant us immunity? I want a guarantee of immunity before those files are handed over. No way are my men or I spending time inside for doing their fucking jobs.”
Dominick agreed with him, he would be insisting on full immunity for all of them before the files are handed over.
“I agree. We don’t give them anything until I have the signed guarantees covering all of us.”
Looking at Noelle’s crew he focused on Star.
“Star, I’m going to need you to comb the files for any information on Noelle. While Winifred had me she said something that indicated that they took her from her parents. She said that Noelle’s father was a beautiful man and he refused to join them. I have my suspicions as to who he was but I need confirmation.”
“I’m on it.” Star said with a nod.
“Good. If you could start as soon as possible we’ll hopefully have some answers before Noelle comes home.”
And once again Hawk drew his attention.
“What happens now, Dom? Are you taking over the Syndicate in Africa?” Hawk asked but there was a quiet menace to his question.
“I am.” He drew in a deep breath and released it before he continued. “The Harrisons destroyed my family and I’m going to destroy them using the Syndicate. I’m going to unravel them, break them apart and let the vultures feast on their fucking bones.” He looked at the men and women in the room and made a decision that was going to piss his silent partner off.
“I’ve been working undercover for more years than I care to remember. Finally all that time spent swimming in their filth has paid off and...” He stopped speaking as the phone Gideon had given him started buzzing in his pocket.
Pulling it out he looked at the unknown number indication and answered.
“Maingarde.”
“If you think I will allow you to get away with kidnapping Donald and killing my men you are mistaken. That little bitch is not worthy of the danger you’ve put yourself in. Once I’m done you are going to serve as an example for those who think to go against my wishes.” Winifred kept on raging but he was no longer listening to her impotent raving and ended the call.
“Winifred is still free but she won’t be for long. The minute they have the warrant for her arrest the taskforce will be going after her and all those associated with her. She’s still under the impression that everything that happened today has to do with my wrath at Murchison’s treatment of Noelle. We need to keep her under that impression for as long as we can.”
Cuba slowly raised a hand and she looked worried. “There’s something Face said during her ramblings under sedation. I asked her who hurt her and she said a ghost did it. When I asked who this ghost was she said...she said it was Olaf. I tried to get more but she went back under and then Kid took over from me. I haven’t been able to ask any more questions.”
There was some shocked looks as Star took up where Cuba left off. “Years ago I helped Face to erase her marriage to Olaf Gunderson but I never thought to do a background check on him. When Cuba came to me with what Face had said I started searching and I found nothing. The Olaf Gunderson that married Face didn’t exist until right before their marriage. There’re no death notifications or a death certificate. As far as I could find he never existed. And I’m curious, very curious and worried because I have this horrible feeling that he was a bad guy pretending to be a good guy. And if he didn’t die then he’s still out there somewhere and it’s possible he was with Murchison at the warehouse.”
“What about the surveillance you had on the warehouse? Didn’t you see him on it?” War asked.
“Unfortunately not, a blacked out van drove into the warehouse and later the same van drove out, came here and Face was thrown out at the gate. I tried to follow them on street cams but lost them near the docks.” Star said with frustration evident in her voice.
War was up and pacing, running his hands through his hair in anger and frustration. “You’re telling me the woman my son is going to make his old lady is still married to this fuck. Not only that, it’s possible he’s the one who hurt her on Murchison’s orders because he’s part of the Syndicate. Kid is not going to be fucking pleased about this shit.”
“He knows about Olaf and the marriage. And just saying, it was annulled years ago, and even if it hadn’t been if he doesn’t exist then the marriage doesn’t exist either.” Cuba jumped into the conversation again.
Dominick had heard enough.
“It’s no use speculating about it now. Once Noelle is home we’ll debrief and hear her report first hand. Star, check the Syndicate files for anyone named Olaf, there can’t be too many of them.”
Before more could be said Dominick turned to Gideon.
“I’m tired as hell and need to sleep before we continue. Call my car, please.”
After shaking hands with several of the men who had become allies over the last few years he left with Gideon and several of Bruno’s men.
Bruno wouldn’t hear of him going to his penthouse without adequate protection and had sent Jameson and his men along as a precaution. He was grateful for his concern but knew it would piss Winifred off is she got wind of who was protecting him. She wouldn’t be able to get to him in his b
uilding, he was sure of it.
What no one knew was that the top three floors of the building his penthouse was in belonged to him. It was from there that he ran the organisation that was going to take down the Syndicate. He was going home but not to sleep. There was too much to do.
As he sat in the back of his car he put his head back and closed his eyes.
Just before the nightmare could take hold he was woken up.
He wouldn’t be sleeping easy for a while after what had happened in the dungeon. It had woken the demons of his past and they would be haunting him until he could banish them once again.
And one way of banishing them would be by destroying everything the bitch had worked for.
The Syndicate was her Achilles heel and he was going to sever it and leave her to bleed out.
And as she bled out he would be watching as the vultures descended and ripped her apart.
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Face
I’ve been home for a week. A week of being treated like a fragile little flower and it was driving me up the wall. Today was the start of the second week and I was ready to kill the next person who asked me if they could help me do whatever. Sure it was still a bit painful to move but not that painful. My face was looking better, not so swollen and the bruising was starting to slowly turn colours indicating I was healing. I estimated another two weeks or so and my face would be back to normal.
While I’d been confined to my room and the rooftop Kid had been coming and going at all hours. And sometimes he came home with blood splatters on his jeans and boots and with swollen knuckles. Unfortunately the change over at his club wasn’t going as smoothly as they had hoped. From what I could drag out of him he was taking care of some disgruntled assholes who felt like they had been passed over for the top spot.
Stupid bastards.
Everyone avoided the subject of Murchison like the plague, even Bruno. Cuba did however start prodding at me about Olaf but I couldn’t talk about him until I shared what had happened with Kid.
And of course he’s been too busy to sit down and talk about what had happened.
And sex...pfft...what sex? He treated me like an old granny whose bones would break if you touched them. And the longer he slept next to me the hornier I became.
So today I was going to take matters into my own hands. Yes, I was taking out my trusty BOB and taking care of business. The only problem I now had was finding some privacy.
Privacy. Another bad word lately. I had none. I thought the hospital was bad but this was way worse.
I’ve been having a steady stream of visitors. It started with my girls then progressed to Bruno and Jameson popping in whenever they felt the need. And now I had the Sinners turning my rooftop into their bloody hangout. Today I had Rock, Burn and Ram out there flirting with Cuba, Evvie and Mads while I lay on my bed fuming.
I had enough of this shit.
Getting out of bed I gathered my stuff went into my bathroom and closed and locked the door. They would assume I was using the facilities or having a shower. At my last visit with the doctors they had given me permission to shower and I loved taking long showers now. But that’s not what I was going to be doing today.
I had a lovely chaise longue in my bathroom that was going to get used right the hell now to relieve some tension.
Setting my things out I slowly got out of the camisole and shorts I was wearing and in the full length mirror inspected my body. Some of my less serious wounds had already closed and the stitches had been removed. The surgical site where they had gone in to repair the damage to my kidney had internal stitches and the doc had promised it was looking so good he would be removing the external stitches at my next visit. I was bruised along my left side but it was fading rapidly. Turning I inspect all the angles of my body and could already see changes because I wasn’t working out like I usually did. No one else would notice but I did.
Looking over my body I promised myself that as soon as I was mobile I would be visiting Pixie’s shop to have my piercings redone. They had all started to grow closed and I would rather have them redone than mess around trying to do it myself. No way did I want an infection. I wanted her to check out the tattoo on my hip and thigh for damage from my wounds.
Stroking a hand over my side I cupped my breast and tugged at my nipple. Sensation shot to my core and I drew in a deep breath and gave a soft groan. I cupped both breasts and played with my nipples driving my already heightened senses even higher. Watching myself in the mirror I dropped my hand and stroked over my pussy.
Wet. I was so wet I groaned and widened my legs and slipped my fingers into the wet slit and slid them up and down while my other hand continued to play with my nipple.
It felt so damned good. But I needed it to feel even better.
Moving to the chaise I lay down and opened my legs. I looked at my pussy in the mirror seeing that it was wet and so damned needy. I couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching down I dragged a finger over my clit and sensation zinged through me and my groan was louder than the soft one from before.
Reaching over I took my vibrator and turned it on to a soft hum and started to run it over my clit and inside my wet slit. It felt so very, very good. I was groaning with pleasure and I was just about to slip BOB inside when my bathroom door was shoved open and Kid stormed in.
His mouth fell open in what I assumed was shock.
I suppose I should have stopped but hell it felt so good I just kept on doing what I was doing.
He slammed the bathroom door closed, his eyes never left my pussy as he ripped his clothes off then he came to me.
“This is the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen. My woman watching herself in the mirror as she plays with her pussy.”
Kneeling beside me he closed his mouth over my breast sucked hard then closed his teeth around my nipple and pulled. Softly stroking his hand down over my belly he continued down to my mound where his hand closed over mine and took the vibrator. He turned the setting up and started torturing me. Running it over my nipples then down over my clit and over my opening but he never got anywhere near to putting it inside me where I needed it the most. I writhed and moaned as he played.
“My girl needs to come but she’s only going to come when I say it’s time to come.” He murmured as he licked his way down my belly, kissing and marking my skin. Licking over my hipbone he gently pulled my right leg down and pushed it over the side of the chaise. It opened me wider and gave him space to lick his way to the top of my mound. He bit softly then retreated and kissed his way down the crease of my thigh. Through all of this the vibrator buzzed over me, around me and I shook and groaned and panted with want.
“Please, put it in me. I need to feel it in me.” I begged.
“No. Not happening because my baby has been naughty. She didn’t listen when I said we’re not going here yet. And now I’m here on my knees smelling her wet pussy and all I want to do is fuck her until we both stop breathing. And we both know I can’t. We need to be gentle, take it slow and easy. You’ll get the vibe when I have my cock deep inside you.” He pulled the vibrator away and turned it down low again as he climbed on to the couch between my legs.
I was panting hard in anticipation of what was about to happen.
“If this hurts you stop us immediately, Noe. We don’t do this if it’s painful. I’ll get you off with the vibe and jack off if the pain is too much for you. Okay?”
I was so turned on all I could do was nod while my eyes were on his hard as hell and leaking cock. He knelt and said in a rough voice. “Watch me, baby.”
Slowly, oh so slowly he ran the vibrator trough my slit, coating it with my wet then he shocked me. He ran the wet cock shaped vibrator over his cock biting his lip as the vibrations coursed through him. His eyes were half-lidded as he watched me watching him. Inching closer he slid his cock slowly up my soaking wet slit then started to run the buzzing vibrator over and around us. I had never in my life felt anything like it.
“Never done this before, baby. It’s all you. Fuck it feels so good.” He groaned as he pulled back and his cock slid against my opening and I couldn’t help it, my hips lifted.
“Still, baby, you need to lie still. I’ll do the work.” He muttered as he played.
My answer was a groan and then a gasp as he slowly pulled away then pushed inside. Filling me slowly as he ran the vibrator around us and over my clit. I was on the edge already and by the way his cock throbbed I knew he was close as well. When he was all the way in he started pulsing his hips. No wild thrusts just gentle pulsing but added to the vibrations it was enough to start my orgasm and I arched my back and moaned as it came over me like a slow gentle wave but a very powerful wave. His thrusts became harder as I clenched around him and then he gave me one last buzz all around my opening and down and I knew the vibrations would send him over the edge as well. It did. He shoved deep as his cock started jerking and he came deep inside me.
The vibrator was dropped on the table as he came down over me, his mouth closed over mine and he kissed me deep, hot, wet and a little bit wild as he came. I swung my uninjured leg up and over his ass, holding him to me as he arched over me so as not to press down on my wounds.
“Jesus. I haven’t come this hard or this quickly since I don’t know when. I came in here thinking you were in pain to find you getting yourself off. And I lost my fucking mind.” He murmured between kisses as he kept himself deep but pulsed his hips to draw out the waves rippling through me.
“I didn’t mean to worry you but I just couldn’t stand another night of lying next to you, horny as hell and not being able to feel you inside me.” I tried to explain and he chuckled as he slowly sat up but leaving his semi-hard cock still firmly wedged inside me.
He looked down at my pussy and frowned before he looked up with a very strange look on his face. That look worried me.
“What? What’s wrong?”
He bit his lip as he drew a finger gently over my lower abdomen. “I didn’t use a condom and I haven’t seen you taking your pill with all the other medication you’ve been taking.”
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