Dreamer

by Addy Archer

  I’m still processing his words but one thing instantly catches my attention. “You don’t do gardening? How can a person not enjoy working in a garden?”

  “Woman,” he growls again, and I think that’s become his go to name to address me most times. “The shit I just offered could have gotten an angry reaction from you with me claiming you and mentioning my cock while offering you my house to live in. But instead you’re fussing about the large overgrown space that’s surrounding my house? Now do you understand why I’m not kissing the fuck out of you and burying my cock so deep inside so you won’t ever be able to leave? And that should scare you since you were just rescued from people who held you captive, abused you, wanted to do weird shit to you. For fuck’s sake, I could be just as bad if you know what dirty thoughts flow through my head when I see you.”

  I fist his shirt and growl. “You had many chances to abuse me and instead you show kindness at every turn. You try going through hell for weeks on end, and then feel good for one freaking second. I swear you would also choose a moment of bliss over that shit too.”

  I push his chest and put some distance between us. “And the whole gardening mess might sound unimportant to you but it’s what I do for a living. Or what I wanted to do for a living anyway. I was going to start my own landscaping business in Australia because I didn’t have anything to live for here and I wanted to start fresh and some place new. But where I stand in life right now, I’m far from starting something with nothing left, so yes. Hearing you have a house with a garden that needs work sounds like heaven, okay?”

  The corner of his mouth twitches. “Okay, then. We have a deal?”

  “Yes, okay, we have a deal,” I snap. “And I’m taking control of your garden.”

  A bark of laughter rips from him. “Woman, you’re taking more than just a fucking garden.”

  “Whatever,” I grumble and suddenly notice a table filled with sandwiches, chocolate, and a whole truckload of other amazing things. “Food,” I gasp and snatch a sandwich to take a bite.

  My taste buds explode and I groan in delight. Yes. As of this moment, I’m taking—and will fully enjoy—everything that feels good in my life.

  C H A P T E R T H R E E

  – DREAMER –

  “I’m fucking serious. I just saw my old lady eat more than Ram in less than ten minutes. That’s how hungry she was,” I tell my brothers who are suddenly all gaping at me.

  I’m suspecting at my old lady statement—or make that an official claim—instead of the ‘inhaling food’ remark since Ram consumes triple the amount of food that a normal person would.

  “I need to keep up my strength,” Ram grumbles.

  I smack him on the back a few times. “Keep telling yourself that. Or the bulking excuse. You like food, man, nothing to be ashamed of. And I only mention you because you’re the only person I know who can eat one thing after another or mix ‘em together in your mouth like Coral did.”

  “If she’s your old lady, then this whole shit makes it club business,” Jace states and keeps his eyes locked with mine. “Is this a way to force our hand in handling it? Because mine, and the prez’s old lady, were both all ready demanding we help the woman. There’s no need for you to claim her.”

  “She’s mine. I don’t need any fucking reason or motivation to claim my woman.”

  “Stop fucking with him,” Stone grunts. “Did you get any other information out of Coral? Besides the shit you mentioned before the food comment?”

  I check my watch. “Within the hour a man named Tito will show up at Mrs. Long’s house. He needs to die for what he repeatedly did to my old lady. But I thought we’d torture him first, squeeze him for information since he might be connected to all of it too.”

  “You mentioned an auction, it’s safe to say there’s a whole chain of assholes involved. Taking women, training them, selling them at an auction, that’s not a one man job.” Ulser types on his laptop and turns it around for us to see. “Here’s a satellite shot of Mrs. Long’s house. You can see this spot right here, and that one right there, it’s perfect to wait till anyone comes and then cage him in. I’m guessing anyone who visits the bitch’s home is considered involved, right?”

  “Fuck, yes,” Ram growls. “Kick ass first, get answers later.”

  “Good thing I was just patched in.” Erko grins. “I don’t have to dig holes to hide ripped body parts anymore.”

  “Who says?” Jace snaps. “Pretty sure we patched you in because you do a great job at pushing, shoving, and burying.”

  “No, no. I was patched in because I’m good at slicing and dicing, everyone knows that.”

  “Can we fucking focus?” A sigh rips from my tired body. “I want to check on my woman but we need to jump into action if we want to grab this fucker by the balls. Time is ticking away here.”

  “Let’s ride,” Stone says and stands. “The old ladies will stay behind, and if Coral needs anything, they’ll be here for her. And we’ll be back as soon as we have that fucker. If he’s coming around like clockwork as Coral said, then it’s an easy in and out.”

  “Shouldn’t have said that,” Erko grumbles. “Jinxing beforehand will screw things up.”

  Stone smacks him on the back. “Stop worrying, Erko. One or two more holes to dig is no sweat on my back, but yours.”

  I ignore their bickering because the second I step out of church I see Coral standing near the table Daniela and Ry are sitting at.

  I stalk straight to her, worried something is wrong I ask, “Are you okay? Need anything?”

  “Stop fussing. She just woke up and didn’t want to be alone in the room. She can keep the two of us company since it looks like you guys are heading out. Right?” Ry raises her eyebrow and I know she’s right, but I’m not telling her.

  I brush my knuckles against Coral’s cheek. “I’m going hunting. I’ll be back when I have him.”

  Concern flares in her stormy gray eyes. “Please be careful.”

  Ram snickers behind me. “Did she really tell you to be careful? No worries, Coral. Your old man can run through fire and still be as cool as a cucumber. You haven’t seen him in action yet when he needs to get his hands dirty, but he’s our enforcer for a reason.”

  I shoot Ram a glare over my shoulder and all he does is lifts his chin as he tells me, “I’ll wait outside for you, brother.”

  “She’s officially an old lady?” Ry squeals and jumps up.

  Again I ignore her and tell Coral, “Stay with the other old ladies, I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

  Her eyes slide to my lips and it’s all it takes for me to lean in and claim her mouth. I don’t care if she’s barely been here a mere few hours or if we’re standing in the middle of the clubhouse. I’ve seen enough of this fucked-up world to make sure I enjoy every second of the here and now. I take my time and when I feel a hard smack on my arm I pull back and growl low in my throat.

  Daniela smacks my arm one more time. “Quit sucking face, the guys are waiting for you. Jeez, you two have it bad. Kinda like Jace and I when we first met.”

  I brush my lips against Coral’s one more time and murmur, “My number is programmed in the phone I gave you.”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  “Yeah, you will,” I tell her and quickly turn on my heel before I swap my cock for a pussy and stay with the old ladies instead of going out hunting.

  The ride to Mrs. Long’s house doesn’t take long. Ram took it upon himself to interrogate the bitch and she didn’t need much to start rambling. The fucker Coral also mentioned is one of two brothers who lead the shady business. They prepare women for men they call traders.

  A trader seems to be a guy who comes to an auction where the merchandise is displayed and he can either buy one of the women or trade the one he already owns with a new one. Fucking twisted, but that’s according to Ram who pulled the information from Mrs. Long.

  Anger is starting to boil inside my veins and I’m actually itching for this Tit
o fucker to show up so I can blow off some steam. I know we need more information to take out these fuckers who get their hands dirty with kidnapping women and fucking selling them. And God knows what they do to those women in between and after they are sold like cattle.

  The twelve of us make sure to hide our bikes and walk the rest of the mile to the house. We split up into three groups, each of us keeping an eye out for the man who Coral described to me. He should arrive in less than ten minutes.

  And right to the very second a sleek, black limo drives up. The driver gets out and opens the back door. A man dressed in a black suit and shiny shoes with his hair smoothed back steps out. He takes a pull of his cigar and nods to the driver. He fits the description of the man Coral mentioned; Tito.

  My group is on the inside of the house—while the other two groups are holding up left and right on the outside of the house—we have the fucker surrounded. The plan is to let him come inside and by the looks of it, the plan is working out smoothly so far. The asshole throws his cigar on the ground and opens the door.

  “Betsy?” the man snaps agitated as he steps inside. “My brother changed his mind. No more preparation. The auction is next Saturday and we’re missing two girls as it is. So, he wants to display the brownie.”

  The brownie. He must refer to Coral’s hair color.

  I step out from the living room and snap, “Sorry, the brownie isn’t up for auction anymore.”

  Tito narrows his eyes and his shoulders are slightly stiff but those are the only indication my words and my presence affect him.

  “How inconvenient,” the man states. “And to whom did we lose her to?”

  “Me,” I simply state.

  “Mind introducing yourself so I can let my brother know who bought his possession?”

  I’m done chitchatting. With my next breath I’m palming my gun. “My bullet spitting friend here is called Glock, I’m Dreamer, and we can’t wait for you to get better acquainted with some holes missing from your head.”

  No fear and no surprise. He merely tilts his head. “I am Tito Altibelli. Seeing the name doesn’t ring a bell I’d say it shows you have no idea who you’re dealing with. Merchandise never transfers hands without our approval. Any deal Betsy Long made is invalid. I suggest you leave without brownie and I will consider this a warning for lack of information and mere stupidity on your side.”

  The sound that follows from my trigger happy finger makes the bullet race through the asshole’s leg. He growls and has to balance himself with one hand against the wall.

  “Wrong decision,” he hisses. “You just signed your own death warrant.”

  “Nice, Dreamer,” Stone says. A chuckle slips over his lips before he adds, “You can put that one on the huge pile of death warrants you already have.”

  My prez is right. It’s the whole “if I had a dollar for every time someone threatens me, I’d be a rich man,” thing.

  “I believe I will.” I give the man a smirk and tuck away my Glock since my brothers are keeping him at gunpoint.

  I grab the cuffs I brought and roughly yank his arms behind his back.

  Erko steps inside the house. “We have the driver tied up and locked away in the van. Ulser is on his way to the junkyard to get rid of the limo.”

  One of the perks of this MC is owning a junkyard; easy disposal of cars that need to disappear.

  “Perfect. Everyone, head out,” Stone says. “Time to tie this asshole to a chair and squeeze some info about his brother out of him before we get rid of his body.”

  Tito’s eyes go wide and I guess it’s only now this asshole realizes there are people who don’t give a flying fuck who he is. And I know we’re taking a huge risk by going in blind. But the way I had to pull a fucking dildo from a woman’s ass this fucker put there is a driven need to shove my Glock far enough up his ass the bullets fired will go straight through his fucked-up brain.

  I push Tito between the shoulder blades and grab his suit jacket to guide him to the awaiting van. Once safely locked in the back, Erko jumps in and drives off.

  “We’re going to do one final sweep. Even if Coral said she was the only woman left, we need to make sure,” Jace says.

  “Absolutely. We’re torching the place as soon as we have the all clear,” Stone orders.

  He’s right. “Tito’s brother will send people over to check when he doesn’t return after coming here. You’re right, torching the place will give them no leads to follow up on.”

  Stone smacks my back. “Right. Come on, let’s squeeze some info out of Tito and come up with a plan. You heard him, they have an auction on Saturday.”

  “Coral’s friend is going to be auctioned off.” I sigh as we head for our bikes.

  “We need to know the location. But we might need help. You’ve seen the kind of cash this fucker is drenched in,” Stone says.

  Jace makes a sound of disgust low in his throat. “Suits and high-class remind me of the mob. Of men like Bruno.”

  “Yeah,” Stone agrees. “Might be mafia.”

  Bruno. Alaric’s brother. Alaric is the president of Rebel Rage MC, the MC where both Stone’s sisters are a part of.

  “If this turns out to be mafia business, or even if it isn’t, do you think Alaric’s brother might be able to help?” I question.

  Stone shrugs as he straddles his bike. “I have no clue. Bruno is a self-centered dick. If we would ask for his help for instance to intercept at the auction or hell, ask him to participate so he can buy Coral’s friend if we are unable to save her? Then the fucker might keep the woman for himself. That’s how much of an asshole he is.”

  I give him a tight nod and fire up my bike. Enough stuff to think over, but first we need to get back to the clubhouse and have a little chat with both Tito and Long. We’re going to need all the information we can get.

  Arriving at the clubhouse leaves me with torn feelings. I’m itching to get my hands on Tito, and I’m seriously debating if I should shove a dildo up his ass before I start my torture session. While deep down all I want to do is head inside the clubhouse and check on Coral. My old lady. My fucking woman who this Tito fucker shoved a dildo up her ass.

  Fuck debating, I’ve made my decision; a dildo up his ass it is.

  With determination I stalk around the clubhouse and head out back. The van Erko was driving is already parked and empty. I’m sure Erko strapped Tito to a chair the second he got here. Jace opens the door for me.

  “Man on a mission,” he says as he shoots me a grin.

  I only grunt in response and take the steps down to the basement where we have a special room set up to knock sense into people if needed. The door to the room is open and Erko is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Tito is glaring at me when I step inside but he has duct tape over his mouth preventing him from blabbering out shit.

  I stalk over to the corner where a broom is next to a table with different tools that can be used as torture devices. I take the wood in my hands and size it up before slamming it to the side of the table to break off the piece I need.

  “Do I even want to know what you’re going to do with that?” Stone sighs. “And you do know we needed that broom to clean up after we’re done, right?”

  “I’ll buy another one,” I snap and peel away some of the fragments of wood.

  “Erko, go get me some ginger from the kitchen.”

  I grab my knife and start to carve openings in the wooden makeshift dildo. Putting ginger in the wood will add extra burning and discomfort because I’m all about tit for tat when it comes to this sick fuck.

  “Jace, can you get the liquid nitrogen?”

  “Oh, come on, Dreamer, really? Again with the peeling off skin shit?” Stone groans.

  Jace chuckles. “You got it, brother.”

  Stone and I are the only ones left in the room besides Tito.

  I’m still carving when I start to tell Tito about his awaiting fate. “The woman you referred to as brownie
is my old lady. You disrespected my woman and fucking hurt her. I don’t care about information we need to squeeze out of you. We have your name, we also have your driver. You know we have Mrs. Long, and any of those, along with some of our own contacts, we could squeeze information from. So, you see, torturing you is the reckoning brought upon you by your own hand. First up will be to experience how it is when someone shoves something up your ass. And believe me, it won’t be a simple dildo like the one you shoved inside my woman. No. Fucking. Way. You will bleed and feel her pain and discomfort tenfold.”

  Stone mutters some hushed curses behind me. I don’t mind my prez knowing about this little detail. I know it will never leave this room. Erko steps inside the room, followed by Jace who places the liquid nitrogen on the table.

  “Let me grab the other things you always use. You’re doing the feet, right?” he questions.

  “That’s the plan.” I grin and snatch the ginger.

  I start to peel and shove chunks into the wood to keep them in place and make sure the thing is covered with it.

  My gaze hits Stone and he lifts his chin in Tito’s direction. “Want me to hold him for you?”

  “That would be nice. Erko, mind giving him a hand?” Erko jumps into action and unties Tito.

  Both Stone and Erko are holding him as they force him to his knees. Tito starts to struggle when they bend him over, making both Stone as Erko place their boot on his calves to keep him in place. I take my knife and slash away his slacks to bare his ass.