Twisted Tales of Mayhem

by Sapphire Knight

  I leaned over, and he whispered again, “Camera. Remember, look engaged.”

  I nodded and pointed at another part of the page. “You failed to mention cameras, Ryan. Can we get them turned off?”

  “I’m going to see what I can do. Just follow my lead.”

  “I’ll follow your lead, so long as it leads me to getting my arms around my man.”

  The door opened, and I glanced up to see Hatch being pushed into the room. His eyes hit mine and I desperately tried not to react. Outwardly, he was the model of a pissed off man being held without reason, but his eyes. Ohmigod, his eyes. They softened, and I saw every little bit of love he was trying to send me with one look.

  He looked healthy. Pissed off, but healthy.

  Joe led Hatch to the table and settled him facing the camera. Ryan walked Joe to the door and closed the door behind him, turning to face us. “You have about a minute to say something until they figure out I’ve unplugged the camera, make it quick.”

  I didn’t hesitate, wrapping my arms around Hatch and kissing him gently. “Hey.”

  “Hey, Sunshine. What are you doin’ here?”

  “I’m acting as the munitions expert.”

  He choked back a laugh. “What the fuck?”

  “I love you. I miss you. We are going to figure out how to get you out of here, okay?”

  “Okay, baby. I trust you.”

  “I need to plug the camera back in,” Ryan said.

  I leaned over and kissed Hatch one more time. He responded, which only made me want to strip him down and fuck him in the interrogation room, camera be damned.

  “Maisie,” Ryan warned, and I sat across from Hatch, opening the file. I managed to mouth, ‘I love you’ to him before Ryan joined us.

  “And that’s why we want to know what you know,” Ryan said.

  I had to give it to my friend. He acted like he’d been speaking the whole time. I saw now that it was for the benefit of whoever was watching… hopefully, they would assume the camera had malfunctioned.

  Hatch stared at him, but said nothing.

  “I see you’re not a talker,” I observed, and Hatch dropped his head. I could tell he was trying not to laugh. Even he thought my American accent was shite… or shit.

  Ryan flipped some pages in the file, then slid them to him. “What about this? Do you know anything?”

  I leaned forward and saw Ryan had notes written directly to Hatch, filling him in on what was happening with the club, and updates on what Booker had found. Shit I didn’t even know.

  Hatch didn’t react, just read the pages, then sat back. “Can’t help ya.”

  God, I wanted to jump him. His cool, confident swagger in spite of his circumstances was something I’d fallen in love with before everything else. Sexy as hell.

  His eyes hit mine and I knew he didn’t miss me licking my lips. He diverted his gaze back to Ryan and gave him a smug smile.

  “What about this?” Ryan pressed, flipping another page.

  Hatch glanced at me and my panties nearly melted off, then he focused on the pages.

  “When do I get my lawyer?” Hatch asked, leaning back again.

  “We still got time to detain you,” Ryan said.

  Hatch shrugged. “Can’t help you.”

  Ryan pushed out of his chair and paced. “I can’t believe you don’t have any… okay, guys, you’ve got another minute.”

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw he’d messed with the camera again, so I virtually jumped across the table to kiss Hatch. “I miss you so much, darling.”

  “I know, baby. You covered?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Every single club member has been by the house more than once since you were taken, so, yes, I’m covered. Are you eating?”

  “Yeah, Sunshine, all things considered, they’re treatin’ me like a human.”

  “How are you so calm?”

  “Baby, there’s nothin’ I can do. It’s out of my control. I trust my brothers, yeah? They’ll figure it out.”

  I blinked back tears.

  “Sunshine, don’t cry. It’s all temporary.”

  “It’s not if they lock you up permanently.”

  “Not gonna happen.” He leaned forward. “Now, kiss your man, then go home and try not to worry.”

  I kissed him, because I had to, or I might die, but not worrying just wasn’t going to happen. “I love you.”

  “I love you more, Sunshine. Remember that,” he whispered.

  A bang on the door had me jumping away from Hatch and sitting back at the table. Ryan opened the door. “I think we’re done here.”

  “Something’s wrong with the camera,” Joe said.

  Ryan frowned. “Oh? Let me look.” He acted like he was doing something behind the door. “Loose wire. All fixed, but we should get some duct tape on that.”

  “Did you get anything?”

  “Nothing useful, no,” Ryan said. “I’ll take him back to lock-up.”

  “I’ll walk Linda out,” Joe said.

  “I’m good,” I rushed to say, almost forgetting to use an American accent. “I know my way out.”

  Hatch dropped his head again and I reminded myself to verbally spank him when he got home… maybe I’d really spank him as well.

  Bloody hell, I was going to go through a few vibrators tonight.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Hatch

  Fuckin’ Kitty!

  I hadn’t committed Ryan’s notes to memory because I wanted to remember everything about Maisie. Her scent, her lips, her body. But what I do remember from the clues Ryan had written down was Kitty’s name. And if he was anywhere near this, I was gonna fuckin’ kill him.

  Kitty had been a thorn in my ass since the day he patched in. Crow assigned him to my crew due to his enormous size and weapons expertise. He was a great soldier and totally loyal to the club, but he had a short fuse and an almost insatiable appetite for just about everything. Kitty was usually either on the prowl for pussy or looking for a back-alley fight, thus his name. Plus, Crow said he reminded him of that big blue fucker in Monsters, Inc.

  Once we’d figured out Kitty’s true talent was talking with robots and shit, we plugged him in and tried to keep him indoors and off the streets as much as possible. He’d behave for a while but would eventually “bust out” and tear up the streets of Portland while on an epic bender of sex and violence. It wasn’t his fault, really, it was simply in his nature. He was a giant and everything he did was larger than life.

  Unfortunately for Kitty, this included his ability to draw unwanted attention to the club, and Crow eventually had enough. Kitty was the first and only member of our club to be patched out and exiled.

  “Wallace!” a guard bellowed, despite the fact I was three feet from him.

  “Yeah,” I answered, and sat up.

  I’d been in this shithole for more than a week, and other than pushups, sit-ups and running in place, there wasn’t much else to do, so I was flat on my back, reading Catch 22 from the jail book cart, and wishing my woman was there to keep me warm.

  “Time to go.”

  “Where?”

  “You’re out.”

  I stood and made my way to the door. “Out?”

  “Yeah. Charges have been dropped.”

  “No shit?”

  “No shit.” The door opened and the guard stepped back. “Grab your belongings.”

  “I’m good.”

  He nodded and led me out to the desk to sign paperwork and change out of my jumpsuit and back into the clothes I’d been brought in wearing. It didn’t really hit me until I saw Maisie pacing behind the glass separating us, and I let myself believe it was real.

  I had two more doors to go through, then she was in my arms and I was holding her close. “Hey, Sunshine.”

  She kissed the base of my throat, then stared up at me, her fingers in my beard. “You’re really out.”

  “Looks that way.”

  “Let’s get you home and naked befor
e they change their mind.”

  I grinned. “We got time?”

  “Boys won’t be home for two hours and Crow said you can come to the club whenever you feel up to it.”

  “Baby, I’m not goin’ to the club after just getting home.”

  She grimaced.

  “What?”

  “Well, they kind of have a thing planned,” she said.

  “Jesus. You okayed it?”

  She smoothed her palms over my cut. “They’re the reason you’re out, darling. I didn’t feel like I could say no.”

  “You can always say no, Sunshine.”

  “I won’t feel so bad about not saying no if you take me home and give me the shagging I deserve.”

  “Your wish is my command,” I whispered, kissing her quickly, then taking her home.

  Walking into the mudroom from the garage, I took a minute to take in the space, then took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Maisie was always melting scented wax and I’d admittedly taken the aromas she created for granted.

  “You okay?” she asked, her face covered with concern.

  I smiled down at her and nodded. “Just glad to be home.”

  She pulled her T-shirt off and crooked her finger. “You’re gonna be even happier in a second.”

  I rushed her, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around my waist, and carrying her to our bedroom, kissing her the whole way.

  Jesus, her lips on mine were phenomenal. Always had been. But even more so when I hadn’t had access to them in so long.

  I dropped her gently onto the mattress and pulled off my cut and shirt. Maisie let out a quiet gasp and I frowned. “What?”

  “You’ve lost weight,” she said, blinking back tears.

  “Stop,” I ordered.

  She wiped her tears and nodded.

  “Maisie, I’m serious. I’m about to bury my face in your pussy and I want you happy before I do it.”

  “They didn’t feed you.”

  “They fed me, Sunshine, it just wasn’t anythin’ I wanted to eat.”

  She sat up on her knees. “So you starved yourself?”

  “No, baby, I ate. I just ate what I needed to survive.”

  “Bloody hell,” she hissed, scrambling off the bed. “You’re going to have a proper meal.”

  I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me. “After I fuck you.”

  “Connor.”

  “Maisie, you leave this bed and you and I are gonna have a conversation that will not end with my face in your pussy.”

  She let out a quiet hiss, then squared her shoulders and asked, “You think you still have the stamina?”

  I unsnapped her bra and cupped her tits. “You seriously questionin’ my stamina, Sunshine?”

  Kissing her neck, then her collarbone, I guided her onto her back on the mattress and tugged off her jeans, panties and all, burying my face between her legs. It didn’t matter where or when we fucked, I always started here, unable to vary my course. Jesus, her pussy was like catnip to me… pun intended.

  I ran my tongue over her clit, then blew gently, earning a quiet, “Oh” from my woman. Her hands slid into my hair, pulling the tie out, and gripped my scalp. I’d threatened to cut my long hair off a few times in our more than a decade together, but she’d follow it up with a reminder that she’d divorce me if I did, so I let it grow. She whimpered, grinding against my hand as I pressed two fingers inside of her and swept her walls.

  “I need you inside me, Con,” she begged, and I made quick work of removing my clothes and sliding into her. She knew how much I loved her using my real name in bed.

  Her quiet hiss spurred me on and I ran my tongue over her collarbone, moving lower and drawing a nipple into my mouth. I buried myself deeper as I nipped at her neck gently, then kissed her, dragging her arms above her head and holding her still as I fucked her. Hard.

  My dick threatened to explode with every thrust, but I knew she wasn’t ready, so I slowed my movements slightly.

  “Oh, God,” she rasped. “Don’t stop.”

  “I’m not stopping, Sunshine. Just makin’ it last.”

  “Well, you can last as long as you want, but I’ve been without your dick for far too long, so I’d like to come, please.”

  I gave her what she wanted, kissing her as she screamed my name, her pussy contracting around me, then I flipped her onto her stomach and slid into her from behind.

  Wrapping her hair around my hand, I pulled gently and she dropped her head back with a sigh. “Yes, darling, right there,” she prodded as I buried myself deeper.

  I released her hair and gripped her hips, holding her tight to me as I thrust into her harder and harder.

  “Connor!” she cried out, and I felt my balls tighten as her walls contracted around me. I gave two more thrusts, then exploded into her, kissing the rise of her ass as her pussy milked me dry.

  I slid out of her, pulling her over my chest as she burst into tears and settled her head on my shoulder.

  “It’s okay, baby, I got you.”

  “I didn’t know if you were ever coming home.”

  “I was always comin’ home, Sunshine.”

  She sniffed, kissing my chin as she said, “I want you to know, I almost killed Minus.”

  I chuckled. “I understand that feeling.”

  “But then he really came through and Clutch helped me with all the gun lingo. So, I let him keep his head. I got the impression Cricket was on board to help me hide his body.”

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded.

  I stroked her back and smiled. “Cricket has always been overly protective when it came to all of us.” I had four brothers, all younger, and Cricket was not only the baby, but also the only girl. As protective as she was with us, we were ten-fold when it came to her.

  “Mom!”

  Maisie sat up. “Shit! He’s home early.”

  I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “He’s not, actually. We lost track of time.”

  “Mom!” Flash called again.

  Flash’s real name was Parker, but we’d called him Flash ever since he was little because as soon as he could walk, he was off and running. Jamie, our youngest, would be home shortly, so it was time to cut our reunion short.

  Maisie was already out of bed and pulling on her clothes, I did the same, and we headed downstairs. “I’m here, love. And I have a surprise.”

  I walked into the kitchen with a grin. “Hey, bud.”

  “Dad!” he shouted, and made a run for me.

  I grabbed my son up into a bear hug and held him tight. “Jesus, I missed you.”

  “I missed you too,” Flash said, hugging me harder. “Are you out out, or out on bail?”

  “Out, out,” I said. “All charges dropped.”

  “Awesome! Jamie’s gonna shit himself.”

  “Parker,” Maisie warned.

  “Sorry, Mom, but he’s gonna be really excited, and it’s quite possible he’ll defecate in his underoos.”

  I couldn’t stop a laugh as Maisie rolled her eyes and made her way to the fridge. “You hungry, baby?”

  Flash and I both answered, “Yes.”

  She grinned, rushing over to hug us both before stepping back to the stove to make food.

  Flash and I sat at the kitchen island while Maisie cooked, and she set grilled cheese sandwiches in front of us just as the front door slammed and Jamie called, “Mom, I’m home.”

  I slid off the stool, making my way out of the kitchen and smiling as Jamie slid off his shoes. “Hey, buddy.”

  He spun with a gasp and made a run for me. “Dad!”

  I lifted him and held him tight as he hugged my neck. “I missed you.”

  He turned watery eyes to me, then hugged me again. “Are you gonna leave again?”

  “No, buddy, I’m here for good.”

  “Sid!” Poppy squealed as she walked in the front door and wrapped both me and Jamie up in a hug.

  “Hey, baby girl.”

  Poppy
was technically my step-daughter, but I’d adopted her soon after Maisie and I had gotten married. Her biological dad had died of cancer when she was really little, and she’d always called me Sid (Stand-in-Dad).

  She reached up and patted my cheek. “You’re really here.”

  “Yeah, baby. Really here and not goin’ anywhere.”

  “Is Mum freaking out?”

  I chuckled setting Jamie on the ground. “Less than you’d think.”

  “Wow,” she breathed out.

  “She’s made grilled cheese,” I said. “Come and eat.”

  I followed my kids into the kitchen and reveled in the love they showed me. I was so glad I was home.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Maisie

  “We don’t need to do this,” Hatch said once we’d climbed off his bike. “Say the word, and I’ll take you back to bed and bury myself deep again.”

  I shivered at the thought, closing my eyes and biting my lip before forcing myself to shake the desire to have him fuck me again.

  “Your brothers haven’t slept working to get you out, love,” I said, trying to calm my hair and hide my red-ringed eyes. I still found myself bursting into tears if he was out of my sight for more than a minute. “They deserve to see you, too. Even Flash and Jamie recognize that.”

  Poppy was bringing her brothers in a little while so that I could be on the back of my man’s bike.

  He frowned. “Yeah. But we’re gonna make it quick.”

  “I’m good with that.”

  He tucked me protectively under his arm and we walked inside.

  “Hatch!” Flea bellowed, jogging toward us.

  Hatch released me, sort of. He removed his arm from my waist, but took my hand as Flea pulled him in for a hug.

  “Let’s get you a beer…or twelve.”

  Hatch chuckled, keeping a tight hold on me as we moved through the room. His brothers each hugged him, then handed him a tequila shot, which Hatch took, until I decided to slow things down.

  “The man needs to eat,” I said. “You can get him wasted later.”

  The room erupted in laughs and I guided Hatch toward the kitchen. Before we could get any further, however, we heard the roar of pipes outside. Since the majority of the club members were already here, I figured it was probably Minus and his crew.