Elliot Phillips groaned while squeezing his eyes shut tighter before opening them. He looked up at the dingy ceiling from his spot on the floor. It felt like there was a marching band in his head as his brain pulsed. Elliot blinked a few times trying to figure out why he was laying on the floor with a pressure on his chest that felt like someone was laying on him.
Closing his eyes again, Elliot thought back to the last thing he remembered. He and Laci were at the park for her sixth birthday party and he was on the phone with Christian wondering where he and Rick were. Laci had kept asking him if they could cut the cake. Elliot then remembered hearing Laci scream when he looked at her, Hector had been holding a gun to her head. He also remembered trying to stall until Christian and Rick made it to them. When he saw Kilian step out of the car, he heard police sirens, before Killian apologized, then there had been a blinding pain before everything went black.
Elliot’s eyes snapped open again, Laci.
“Daddy are you awake? I’m scared.”
Elliot breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was Laci’s head laying on his chest.
“Yes, pumpkin I’m awake.”
Elliot groaned when he sat up after Laci lifted her head. He slowly turned his head checking their surroundings. They seemed to be in a basement, all the walls were made of concrete bricks. A stairwell was directly in front of them. Besides the two of them, there was nothing else in down there.
“Has anybody been down here since we got here?” Elliot asked turning to look back at Laci.
“Only two people. The bad guy who held the gun at my head and the man who got out of the car.” Laci answered. Daddy will Christian and Rick be coming to get us soon?”
“I don’t know sweetie.” Elliot answered, he believed they would be coming to get them, but if Killian hadn’t gone to the dark side, Elliot could get his help.
“Sweetie, I want you to over to the corner and close your eyes,” Elliot insisted when he heard footsteps above them.
“No buts Laci, I need you to keep being strong for daddy. Go into the corner and don’t open your eyes until you feel it’s safe,” Elliot urged her.
He let out a sigh of relief when she stood and started to move.
“But how will I know?”
Elliot heard the fear in her voice, but he was helpless to do anything about it. “You’ll know baby.”
Copyright © Vanessa Sims, 2016
“Oh… fuck… Devil.”
Charles “Devil” Gray pounded into the man laying beneath him. Sweat dripped down his face as he kept up the steady pace. Grabbing Kevin’s legs, Devil rested them on the crook of his elbows, pulling him closer.
“Oh fuck, right there.”
Devil knew with this new angel, he rub against Kevin’s prostate on every inward and outward stroke. Panting, he worked his cock in and out of the warm tight opening, his orgasm close. Pulling out, Devil turned Kevin onto his stomach. “Get on all fours.” He growled, waiting for him to comply before sliding back in. Grabbing Kevin’s hips, Devil picked up where he left off.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck.”
“Stroke your cock and cum for me.”
Sliding his hand between his legs, Kevin did as instructed. Devil felt the first signs of his orgasm approaching and if Kevin didn’t get off when Devil did, he would have to do something to let him come to completion. That wasn’t Devil’s thing. His lover’s new that they needed to cum when he did. When he felt Kevin’s ass tightening around his covered cock, he knew he was about to come. He grunted as his orgasm tore threw him and heard his lover scream as he came beneath him. Breathing heavily, Devil waited until he came down from his orgasmic bliss before pulling out. Hand at the base of his cock to keep the condom on.
“That was amazing.” Kevin breathed as he turned onto his back.
It had been okay, but Devil wasn’t going to pop the dude’s bubble. “I got a meeting that I need to get to. When I get back you need to be gone.”
Kevin only glared, he knew the score, knew it would be in his best interest if he was gone by the time Devil got back. He didn’t like people in his personal space for long, they tended to get attached, waiting around for him. That was a no go. Walking to the bathroom, he disposed of the condom before wiping himself down. Redressing, Devil walked out of his room and went to the conference room, Kevin already forgotten. Going to the head of the table, he looked at the men already sitting there. Devil pounded his gavel on the table to get the men’s attention.
“There’s a shipment coming in two days. Joker, I want you to pick four men to take with you. One of them needs to be a newbie.” Devil stated before looking at his road captain.
“Sure thing Devil.”
“Also, someone needs to go to the club to handle a dispute between three members of the staff.”
“I’ll get someone on that.” Sarge stated from the left side of him.
“Are we set for the cookout in three days?”
“My old lady has everything organized. No problems there.” Slim stated.
Devil nodded before continuing, “We know it’s for the kids before they go back to school. So let’s try to keep all the sordid shit for after the kids leave.” He waited until he got nods from his men before speaking again. “Dues are due in two weeks, anybody who can’t pay needs to let me know quickly. Anything else?”
Devil looked around the table as everyone shook their heads no. “Let’s give them hell.” He stated before pounding the gavel. “If anybody needs me, I’ll be in the back.”
He didn’t wait for a reply before heading out the door. Walking to his bedroom, Devil frowned before closing the door. “I thought I said you needed to be gone by the time my meeting was over.”
“Come on Devil we both know that’s not what you want.” Kevin bounded from the bed moving closer to him.
Devil’s hand quick as lightening reached out and wrapped around his neck. Slamming Kevin against the wall, Devil crowded into his body. “Don’t fucking tell me what I want. The next time I tell your ass to be gone, your ass better had fucking disappeared.” Devil sealed it with a harsh kiss before stepping away. “When I want to fuck your tight ass again, I’ll come look for you. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”
“Fuck you Devil.” Kevin panted trying to catch his breath.
“If you’re fucking lucky.”
Devil turned his back and walked towards the bathroom. He placed his cut on the back of the chair outside the door. Shedding his clothes, Devil turned on the shower before getting in. When the fuck are you going to settle down and stop fucking these groupies? Devil snorted at his thought. He needed to find someone to settle down with, but he had a feeling even if he did that wouldn’t stop the groupies he fucked from trying to use his name and get in his good graces. Whoever got the title of being his would have to deal with this shit and though people said he was a cold hearted bastard, Devil couldn’t find it in himself to put anybody through that. He just needed to choose his conquest more thoroughly from here on out. The man he needed would be able to go tit for tat with him, and take his bullshit, while calling him on it, Devil would keep that man. Not only that but the man would need to have an iron will because of the shit he had to deal with, sometimes on a daily bases. So far all he found for his troubles were men trying to use him for his status as President of the Devil Assailants. As soon as he found that man, Devil would put his property cut on him in a heartbeat.
Cleaning his body, Devil got out of the shower and went to his bedroom. His eyes zeroed in on his property cut hanging on the wall. Yeah, it seemed like it would be hanging there a while yet. Devil shook his head before dressing quickly and walking to his office. Taking a seat behind his desk, he pulled up the club’s books on the computer, when someone knocked on the door.
“Who the fuck is it?” Devil growled at the door, his moment of wishful thinking long gone.
“It’s me.” Devil’s vise president stated through the door before opening it. “I got the list of contractors you needed for the new houses you wanted to build on the property.”
Devil took the list from Brick before looking over the five names on the list. “And each company has worked on big projects before?” Devil asked placing the list in front of him, not one company standing out to him.
“All except for King’s Construction.”
“Then why the fuck did you put them on the list?” Devil asked raising his eyebrow.
“Because the shit they have done are fucking top notch. So I figured we scoop them up if you like what they have going before somebody else does.” Brick argued, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I swear to God, if it was anybody else, I would have been ripped their head off.”
“You know I’m right, so quit your fucking belly aching. I already had Slim call them all, you have appointments with the first three tomorrow and the last two, the day after that.”
“Got it.” Devil answered before looking back at the list ending their conversation. They needed to find the best company to build the new house for new club members or if someone needed a place to crash, for a night or to land back on their feet. They also needed to do it all within a timely matter. Devil didn’t see how King’s Construction fell into that category if they haven’t worked on big projects before. Maybe Brick is right, the club should give them a shot. Devil shook his head, before placing the list to the side, he’ll worry about that tomorrow.
Devil powered on his computer, getting down to club business.
Copyright © Vanessa Sims, 2016
Fuck they found him and it was all Christian’s fault. If he hadn’t come, Elliot would have been long gone.
“Go to your room,” Christian ordered.
“What the hell? I know how to take care of myself.” Maybe not against trained killers, but it was the principle of everything.
As he glared at Christian, something hit the wall behind his head. There was a slight sting making Elliot touch his ear, only to have the tips of his fingers come back bloody. One second he was staring at the blood on his fingers, the next his body was being pulled to the floor. The weight of Christian’s much heavier frame covering his as their assailant shot off a few more rounds.
“I’m going to distract him. I want you to crawl to the other side of the room, closer to the kitchen.” Christian whispered into his ear, and if his treacherous body didn’t pick that moment to go all soft and buttery, as if Christian were whispering sweet nothings into his ear and not trying to save his life. What the hell is wrong with me?
Putting that question to the back of his mind, Elliot started to low crawl to the other side of the room as Christian lifted up to return fire. As he settled behind the loveseat, he realized he was trapped because someone had just broken in through the kitchen door.
Not giving himself time to think, Elliot stood up and charged the man that came through the door, tackling him to the floor. Sitting on the man’s chest, he delivered a right hook to the man’s jaw, knocking him unconscious. Scrambling off the man, Elliot quickly grabbed the discarded gun. Elliot wanted to take a break to give his heart time to slow down before it beat out of his chest. Before he could put that plan to action, he swung around with the gun pointed at the man that just entered the kitchen.
“Stop right fucking there!”
“Whoa. There’s no need to be hostile.”
“What the fuck? You came here to kill me and I’m the one that’s hostile?”
“Hardly. Christian come get your guard dog.”
At Christian’s name, Elliot realized that it had gone quiet in the living room. What the hell is going on? Was Christian okay? Why the hell did that matter?
“Killian when did you get here?” Elliot nearly jumped out of his skin at Christian’s words directly behind him.
“Not too long ago. There were two others out there waiting to get in. I took care of them.” Killian stated before looking pointedly at Elliot. “Are you going to tell him to put the gun down or am I going to have to take it from him?”
“Elliot, he’s good.” Christian stated calmly.
He wasn’t so sure about that, no matter how velvety soft Christian’s voice sounded in his ear. They could be waiting for him to let his guard down so they could kidnap him to get the information on Logan they needed. He could probably take one of them, but not both. Before he could tell Christian how not good he was, the gun was taken from him. He looked at Killian with shock and awe.
“I really don’ like guns pointed at me.” He said to Elliot, then looked over his shoulder. “I take it he had nothing to do with Rick’s condition?”
Christian raised an eyebrow at Killian. “No. Logan has his daughter and from the very colorful messages I read on Elliot’s phone, he wants to see him. We were having a discussion on how to find Logan when we were attacked.”
“I already told you what I wanted and don’t talk about me as if I’m not standing right here.” Elliot huffed beside him.
Killian replied to Christian as if Elliot hadn’t just spoken. “So what are we going to do about him?” Killian paused for a moment gaging Christian for a moment before continuing. “The reason I came was because Chase has been trying to call you, but he keeps getting your voicemail. They’re going to be releasing Rick in a day or two.”
Trying not to show any emotion, Christian took his phone out of his pocket, he realized it was off, probably dead. “Fuck, okay.” Taking a deep breath, he got his thoughts in order. “Elliot is coming to the house with us. Logan wants him dead and he’s no good to us with a bullet in his head.”
“What the hell did I just say and I’m not going anywhere with you.” Elliot said in a huff.
Elliot stood there with a hand on his hip glaring at Christian. He tried to contain his laughter at the picture he made. “You said, ‘I already told you what I wanted and don’t talk about me as if I’m not standing right here.’ You’re going to come with us if you want to live long enough to get your daughter back.” Turning to Killian he said, “I’ll take him to the house, then go to the hospital.”
“All right. I’ll meet you there and stay with him until Chase and Cameron get home.”
“Oh my fucking God.” Elliot yelled before storming out of the kitchen.
“I wondered how long it would take for him to leave,” Killian said with a chuckle. “So, he’s legit?”
“Yeah, he was supposed to tell Logan where Rick was the night he was taken and didn’t. So I figure we help him, he helps us.”
“Yeah, I can see that. I’ll see you at the house.”
Christian nodded his head, then followed the sound of Elliot’s voice as he cursed him to hell. Finding him in his bedroom, zipping up a suitcase, Christian leaned against the door frame.
“If you wanted me to leave the fucking room you could have just asked. Then I would have kindly told you to go to your own fucking house so that you could talk to your friend.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He didn’t know why he was trying to get under Elliot’s skin. Maybe it gave him something to do besides obsessing about Rick, but he knew his mind wouldn’t stay away for long.
Elliot wanted to throw something at Christian’s head. Damn he didn’t know how Rick could put up with him. He slammed the door on those thoughts because all it would do was remind him that Rick didn’t like him like that.
“How long do I need to stay at your place?” He asked instead of acting out his thoughts.
“Until we find Logan and your daughter. I thought you were gay.”
He wondered how long it would take for Christian to get around to that question. “I’m bi actually, but I prefer to be with men. Much to Laci’s mother’s dismay.” Grabbing the suitcase off the bed, he moved to stand in front of Christian. “I’m ready to go.”
He followed behind Christian and no matter how hard he tried not to, his eyes wandered down to look at the man’s ass. He liked men after all and he had to not have a pulse for him not to find Christian attractive.
“I’ll follow you there.” He said when they moved towards Christian’s truck.
“We’re taking my truck.” Christian stated as he opened the passenger side door.
“Why? Will I be a prisoner there?”
“No nothing like that, but Logan knows your car and he can trace it.”
“I’m sure he knows your truck as well.” He stated not wanting to be confined to close quarters with him.
“But I have ways around that. Now get in.”
Yes, strangling him sounded good right about now. Putting his stuff in the truck, he got in with a huff. He didn’t care if he was acting like a child. Christian closed the door behind him and went to the driver side.
“Have you told Rick that you two were in a relationship?” He didn’t know why he asked that question, but for some odd reason he wanted to know the answer.
Christian threw him a side long glance then put the truck in drive. He thought he wouldn’t answer, but when they pulled out of his driveway Christian took a deep breath.
“No he doesn’t know. The doctor told me it’s a high chance he won’t get his memory back.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I thought you would be happy about that.”
“Why the hell would I be happy about that? Before we even hooked up, Rick told me he was in love with his best friend. I see that you finally got your head out of your ass and told him you felt the same way about him.”
Yes, he was upset that he’d been played, but he saw the way Rick looked when he talked about Christian. He wanted someone to look at him that way and would never intentionally get in the way of that.
“I didn’t tell him.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because he was fucking kidnapped, then put in the hospital and when he woke up he didn’t fucking remember me.” Christian gritted out.
Well damn. What did he say to that? He didn’t know.
“Don’t.” Christian said cutting off his apology.
They drove the rest of the way in silence. When Christian put his truck in park Elliot grabbed his bag from the back seat and went to stand in front of the truck to wait for Christian. He figured he needed a moment to himself. It had to hurt like a bitch for the man you love to wake up and not remember you. When Christian got out of the truck, they walked to house and entered.
“Good you’re here. Rick has been asking about you.” Killian said to Christian as they walked towards the kitchen.
“I’m leaving now. Elliot tell Killian what you know about your daughter and we will go from there.”
Elliot watched as Christian left the kitchen to leave.
“I don’t know what you have to do with all of this, but if you hurt him or Rick again, I will personally kill you myself.”
Elliot turned at Killian’s threatening words. He had no doubt the big bad mercenary would keep his promise. “Like I told Christian earlier, I had nothing to do with this and Rick knew that before he was taken.”
Killian glared at him for a moment more then took a seat at the table. “Okay, let’s get started.”
Anton scanned his surroundings as he pulled up to the house in the middle of east bumble fuck. The day after talking to the guys, he had woken up before the sun had risen, overcome by a sense of dread and a strong urge to leave for Springs immediately. Something was telling him if he didn’t leave now he would be too late. This was the first house he’d passed in the last fifteen minutes. His instincts told him this was where he needed to be.
He was on the outskirts of Springs; it was about another thirty miles before he would cross the county lines. Getting out of his car, he sniffed the air. He scented the outdoors, intermixed with a hint of fear and sorrow. What the fuck? Taking a fortifying breath, he walked up the steps and knocked on the door. When the house first came into view, he had thought no one was home, but before knocking on the door he heard voices whispering. He forced a pleasant smile on his face when the door swung open. The man who opened it looked tired at first glance, but as Anton study him, he knew something wasn’t right. The scent of fresh blood wafted off of him.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I think I’m lost. I wanted to know if I could use your phone; my cell isn’t getting any bars.”
“Where are you headed?” The man asked while blocking the door. The older man couldn’t stop Anton if he wanted to enter, but he got the message to keep out loud and clear.
Interesting. Anton relaxed his body and continued to smile at the man. “I’m headed to Springs for a job interview at the police station. They gave me directions, but I think I made a wrong turn somewhere. I just need to call and let them know I’m going to be a little late.”
The man studied Anton for what seemed like forever, before stepping aside to let him enter. “The phone is through that door, in the kitchen.”
Moving the way the man pointed, he scanned the living room. It was bare except for two lawn chairs and a television sitting on a wooden crate. Either the man had recently moved, which didn’t seem likely, or he wanted it to look that way. Walking into the kitchen, Anton picked up the phone hanging on the wall and called Jeremy.
“Yes, hello. I have an interview with Police Chief Marshall in about an hour, can you let him know I got turned around and am running a little late?” He asked after Jeremy picked up.
For some insane reason, he remembered police chief’s name, and it helped in case the man knew who he was and figured out that Anton was lying about the job interview. Jeremy didn’t say anything, probably knowing he was using him as a cover. It was also a way for Aton to let the men know where he was. They could get an address from the number if something were to happen to him. Right now he felt edgy, and his wolf was ready to come out to defend himself against any threat. Something told him the man was most definitely a threat.
“Okay, thank you.” Hanging up the phone, he turned to the man smiling. “Thanks for letting me use your phone. Do you know how to get to Springs from here?”
Nodding his head as the man gave him directions, he walked back to his car; turning left, he drove towards Springs. He would be coming back, that was for sure. Whatever was calling to him was in that house, and he was sure it was a shifter. He hadn’t picked up the scent of a shifter, but now that he thought about it, he hadn’t scented the man either. Sniffing the air around him, he smelled the outdoors. Whatever was used to dull his senses affected the house alone. He needed help, and he knew just where to get it. He wasn’t stupid enough to try to get the wolf out by himself, for all he knew there may be more than one shifter inside. There were at least two humans; he had caught movement out of the corner of his eye when he spoke on the phone.
Nicholas held his breath as the front door opened and closed again. When he heard a car drive up, he thought it was his ticket out of there. He heard Sam talking with the unknown visitor then the man’s voice talking on the phone, but after a short period of time the stranger left. No one would know he was right down the hall from them, even if it was a shifter. Sam had let it slip after their second move, or maybe he told him intentionally, that he sprayed the air with something that would mask their scents from other shifters. If what he said was true, and Nicholas believed it was, shifters were in even more danger from Hunter attacks since now they couldn’t smell them coming. He wanted to call out, but since one of the Hunters held a knife over his heart while he was strapped to a metal table, he didn’t make a sound. There wasn’t any hope for him. Closing his eyes, he waited for Sam to come back and continue his torture session.
Nicholas wondered every time he was brought upstairs, no matter where they were, if this would be the time that Sam said fuck it and ended everything for him. God, he hoped this was that time.
“Thank you for waiting for my return. Now, where was I?”
When Sam came back into the room Nicholas didn’t even bother opening his eyes, not even when he felt a tiny sting in his left arm. He figured Sam had given him the same shot he gave him the first time he came upstairs. The shot was designed to keep him from shifting. He knew his wolf was still there, but he couldn’t communicate with him anymore.
This is it; he thought to himself as he felt the cold scalpel dig into his chest. He never made a sound when Sam cut him up, or when they chained him to the wall and the Hunters beat the hell out of him. He wondered how long he would be strapped to the metal table this time.
Turning off the main road and onto a dirt path, Anton knew he was in the right place when a white wolf darted out in front of his car. Slamming on the brakes, he got out of the car.
“I need to speak with your Alpha,” he stated quietly. He watched as the wolf turned into a naked man. If his shifting was anything like Anton’s, he felt no pain while changing from one form to the next.
“I am the Alpha of this pack.” The man replied. Anton felt the Alpha power coming off of him in waves. The man probably was waiting for him to submit, but Anton knew that he could take this man and his wolf if he had to.
“I’m Anton. I’m here to introduce myself and…”
“How long have you been in town?” The Alpha asked, interrupting him.
“I’m not from here. I have a pack of my own with six wolves north of you, but that’s not the point.”
The naked man raised an eyebrow. “Oh, then what is?”
“On my way here, I came across a house in the middle of nowhere; they had a wolf trapped there.”
Anton’s back hit the hood of his car and the man standing above him growled; so he growled back. He didn’t want to fight, but he would defend himself if threatened.
“Get your fucking hands off of me.” He stated calmly, even though he was feeling anything but calm. His wolf was ready to show this Alpha who was the stronger of the two.
“Not until you tell me where my brother is.” He was surprised; he wouldn’t have thought the wolf was from the Alpha family, as they fiercely protected their own.
“Noah!” The man didn’t even turn his head as another man joined them.
“He knows where Nicholas is.” Noah growled and tightened his hand around Anton’s throat.
“What? If he knows, don’t you think you should stop choking him and let him tell us where he is?” Anton agreed with the other man. Noah had about ten seconds to let him go, or he would do it for him.
“He can speak just fine,” Noah growled into his face.
That did it; he was sick of this shit. He knew it would be easier, and less of a challenge, if he spoke up, but for some reason he wanted to get a rise out of Noah. Ten seconds was up, and Noah had challenged him when he slammed him onto the car. He knew the other man could sense the Alpha power in him, and that Anton was stronger.
He let a wolfish grin spread across his face and reversed their positions. He could take Noah; it would be a battle, but he would come out on top. When Noah was flat on his back on the hood of his car, Anton stepped back, then side stepped the other wolf when he tried to attack.
“Look, I just came to get some help in getting the other wolf out of the house, but I will defend myself if I have to.” He growled at Noah.
“What do you want in return for telling me where my brother is?” Noah asked as he glared back.
Anton watched as the other man came and stood next to Noah, his eyes shooting daggers at him. He held in his surprise as the other man wrapped his arm around Noah’s waist.
“I don’t want anything.” He’d never even considered asking for anything. He planned to wait until his pack was here before he requested they join Noah’s.
“Bullshit,” Noah spat.
“One, I didn’t know he was your brother, and two I don’t work that way.”
“Okay then, where is Nicholas?”
“He’s in a house outside of town about thirty minutes away.”
“If you’re telling the truth, I owe you one.” Anton’s hackles rose at Noah’s words.
“Why the hell wouldn’t I be telling the truth?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you thought you could get me away from my pack and take over.”
Anton laughed at that one. It was funny because the other wolf obviously did not know his feelings about being Alpha of a pack. “I am no threat to you. I don’t want your pack, or any other pack for that matter. Once you know I’m telling the truth I’ll tell you what I decide I want in return. Shall we go?” Anton smiled as Noah looked at him warily, ready to take him down at a moment’s notice. He would be in for a rude awakening if he tried.
This is from Cherished Mate! Keep in mind it is still begin edit, but wanted to give you guys a sneak peek!
Anton scanned his surroundings, as he pulled up to the house in the middle of east bumble fuck. This was the first house he passed in the last fifteen minutes. Something pulled him to this location, it had been three days after he talked to the guys, but this morning his gut told him, he was almost out of time. What he was almost out of time for was anyone’s guess.
He knew he was on the outskirts of Springs, he had maybe another fifteen minutes before he crossed the county lines. Getting out of his car, he sniffed the air, on the air he smelled the outdoors, and a hint of fear and sorrow. What the fuck? Taking a fortified breath, Anton went up the steps and knocked on the door. When he pulled in, he thought no one was home, but before he knocked on the door, he heard whispered voices. When the door swung open he placed a pleasant smile on his face. The man who opened it looked tired at first glance, but as Anton study the man who knew something wasn’t right. The scent of fresh blood waft off of him.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I think I’m lost. I wanted to know if I could use your phone, my cell isn’t getting any bars.”
“Where are you headed?” The man asked as he blocked the door.
Interesting. Anton relaxed his body and continued to smile at the man. “I’m headed to Springs for a job interview at the police station. They gave me directions, but I think I made a wrong turn. I just need to call and let them know I’m going to be a little late.”
The man studied Anton for what seemed like forever, then stepped aside to let him in.
“It’s in the kitchen through that door.”
Anton followed the man’s direction and went to the phone hanging on the wall. Picking it up, he called Jeremy.
“Yes, hello. I have an interview with police chief Marshall, in about an hour, can you let him know I’m running a little late.” He said after Anton picked up.
It was a good thing he knew the police chief’s name, just in case the man knew who he was and figured out that Anton was lying about the job interview. He felt edgy and his wolf was ready to come out to defend himself against any threat and the man was a threat.
“Okay, thank you.” He said to Jeremy before he hung up the phone. Turning to the man he smiled. “Thanks for letting me use your phone. Do you know how to get to Springs from here?”
Anton nodded his head as the man gave him directions. He walked back to his car and drove turned left to continue going to Springs. He would be back that was for sure. Whatever was calling to him was in that house and he was sure it was a shifter. He wasn’t stupid enough to try to get the wolf out by himself and there may be more than one shifter there and there were at least two humans there. He needed help and he knew just where to get it.
Nicholas held his breath as the front door opened and closed again. When he heard the car pull up, he thought it was his ticket out of here. He heard what Sam and the unknown visitor talking, but after a short period the man left. Unless it was another shifter no one would know he was in the room right down the hall from them. He wanted to call out, but seeing as though one of the Hunters held a knife over his heart while he was strapped to a metal table, he didn’t make a sound. There wasn’t any hope for him. He closed his eyes and waited for Sam to come back.
Nicholas wondered every time he was brought upstairs, if it would be the time that Sam said fuck it and ended everything for him, God he hoped this was that time.
“Thank you for waiting for my return. Now where was I, but first.”
Nicholas didn’t open his eyes when Sam came back into the room, and not when he felt a tiny sting in his left arm. He figured Sam had given him the same shot he gave him the first time Nicholas came into this room. The shot was designed to keep him from shifting. He knew his wolf was there, but he couldn’t feel or hear him.
This is it, he thought to himself as he felt the cold scalpel dig into his ribs. He never made a sound when Sam cut him up, not even when the chained him to a wall and the Hunters beat the hell out of him. He wondered how long he would be strapped to the metal table this time.
Anton turned off the main road onto a dirt path. He knew he was in the right place when a white wolf darted out in front of his car. Slamming on the brakes, Anton got out of his car.
“I need to speak with your Alpha,” he stated to the wolf.
He watched as the wolf turned into a very naked man. If his shifting was anything like Anton’s then he felt no pain from shifting from one form to the next.
“I am the Alpha of this pack.” The man stated and Anton felt the Alpha power coming off of him in waves. He knew the man was waiting for him to submit to him, but Anton knew that he could take this man and wolf. He didn’t want to cause any problems and he damn sure didn’t want to take over any ones pack. He looked over the man’s left shoulder.
“I’m Anton, and I was on my way over here to introduce myself,”
“How long have you been in town?” The Alpha asked interrupting him.
“I’m not from here. I have a pack of my own of six wolves north of here, but that’s not the point.”
Anton watched as the naked man raised an eyebrow. “Oh, then what is?”
“On my way over here, I came across a house in the middle of nowhere and they had a wolf there.”
When Anton’s back hit the hood of his car and the man above him growled, he growled back. He didn’t want to fight, but he would defend himself and win.
“Get your fucking hands off of me.” Anton stated calmly, when he was feeling anything but calm. His wolf was ready to show this Alpha who were the stronger of the two.
“Not until you tell me where my brother is.”
Christian watched as Rick’s smile fell from his face as he took a seat at the table.
“What’s up?” Rick asked once he was seated.
“Christian followed you on your date tonight.”
“What the hell man?”
“Before you get bent out of shape you need to see this.”
Chase nodded at him and Christian passed his phone to Rick. Christian saw hurt, denial, and then rage flit through Rick’s eyes.
“I had no idea Elliot knew Logan,” Rick stated placing the phone on the table in front of him.
“None of us did. Elliot’s mother had an affair with Logan’s dad. The brothers found out about each other six months ago when their father died.” Chase stated.
“Do you think he knows who I am or about us?”
“Our guess is yes. How did you two meet?”
If Christian didn’t know any better, he would say Rick was blushing.
“After Christian and I argued, I got in my car and drove away. I ended up at a hole in the wall bar and started drinking. After a few drinks Elliot came in and caught my eye.
“Richard must have called someone after you guys left.” Chase theorized.
“Probably. Fuck, I have another date scheduled him in two days.”
“What? Chase you can’t be serious?” Christian asked outraged.
“Dead ass serious. Elliot is a way for us to get to Logan if all else fails.”
Christian understood what Chase was saying, but damn, he didn’t want Rick anywhere near Elliot. It was bad enough they’d already slept together.
“All right men, let’s get some rest tonight, we will take a fresh look at all this new information in the morning,” Chase said before he walked out of the room, Cameron following fast on his heels.
Christian looked across the table at Rick. The emotions playing in his eyes were alternating between anger and hurt. Christian knew why Rick would be angry, but not why he was hurt. Rick couldn’t have feelings for Elliot already.
“You couldn’t have known who he was. Hell, we didn’t even know Logan had a brother.” Their eyes collided when Rick finally looked up at Christian.
“Yeah, I know. What I want to know is why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what?” Christian asked; his confusion clear to see on his face.
“First you tell me you don’t want to be with me, and then you kiss me, and now you’re following me on my dates. What do you want from me Christian?”
“I want to be with you.”
“That’s bullshit. Why now?” Rick asked as he started to pace the room.
“Because I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have turned you down. I was afraid that if we didn’t work out then I would lose my closest friend. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life Rick.” Christian stood and walked over to where Rick was standing.
“You wouldn’t lose me as friend Christian.” Rick’s shoulders drooped.
“Hey, I thought you would be happy that I want to be with you.”
“What if I told you it was too late? That I couldn’t stand it if you changed your mind again later on down the line.” Rick said, looking into Christian’s eyes. Staring back, Christian hoped that none of those things were true.
“Then I would have to change your mind. I’ve been told I can be very persuasive.” Christian wiggled his eyebrows and Rick laughed, as he’d intended him to.
“What am I going to do with you?” Rick asked, shaking his head.
“Love me,” Christian said with a grin. He would make this relationship work or die trying. It would be so easy to fall in love with Rick. Christian just hoped that Rick wouldn’t stop loving him once he got to know him on an intimate level.
“Such a smart ass. Are you going to kiss me or talk to me all night?”
Christian didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned his head forward and touched his lips to Rick’s. Damn, his mouth feels good on mine. Christian thought to himself. Pulling away before things got out of hand he looked into Rick’s passion glazed eyes.
“Your room or mine?”
Here is a peak at THM in the Mercenary In Love series.
Damn that felt good. Almost better that fucking a tight ass. Christian thought to himself as he walked to his truck.
“Did you have to beat him up that badly?” Christian turned around at Rick’s question and smiled until he saw that Rick looked pissed off.
“He wasn’t going to talk.”
“How the fuck do you know that?” Rick yelled.
Christian took a step back, Rick never yelled unless he was really pissed off.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Christian needed to find out what the hell went wrong.
“You’re my fucking problem.” Rick shot back.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I don’t know if I want to kiss you right now or punch you in the fucking face.” Christian took another step back, he had not seen that one coming.
“What do you mean kiss me?” When the hell did this happen?
“You’re not dumb Christian, you know exactly what I mean.”
“If you can’t figure that out then don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry about it? My best friend just told me he didn’t know if he wanted to kiss me or punch me and you tell me not to worry about it!” Christian was pissed the fuck off now. Why the hell did Rick have to say these things?
“You want to know why I want to kiss you because I fucking love you, but you’re so busy sticking your dick in everything else that you can’t see what the fuck is right in front of you.”
“Wow, where the hell is all of this coming from? Since when?”
Christian’s mind was reeling. He never thought of Rick in that way. He was too good for Christian and he never wanted to mess up their friendship.
“I have loved you for the past three years.” With that bombshell Rick turned around and went to his car. Oh, hell no. Christian followed behind him.
“You don’t get to run away after telling me some shit like that. Why now, why tell me now?”
Rick turned around and walked back to Christian getting into his face.
“Because I’m sick and fucking tired of waiting for you to see what the fuck is right in front of your face, Christian. I want what Chase has. I want someone I can share my burdens with, some who understands what I do for a living and not try to talk me out of doing something I love. But most of all I want the man I love to fucking love me back.”
Christian watched as Rick got in his car and drove away. How the hell did they get on the subject of love and how the hell was Christian supposed to respond to that?
It was a nice night in Brentwood, Texas to take down some criminals. Brentwood didn’t have a lot of major crime in town because it was a small, but when criminals decide to set up a shop in Chase’s hometown it pissed him the fuck off.
Chase and his team stood outside of what was supposed to be an abandoned house, but right now it housed Angelo Marini and some buyers for human flesh. Chase and his team of mercenaries have been after Angelo for the past six months, and all the hard work they’ve done has finally paid off.
“All right men, we go in tight, if you need to shoot anybody wound them, unless it’s absolutely necessary to kill. On my go we enter.” Chase looked around at his team, they were armed to the teeth, with more weapons then one person could possibly carry on their body. They were all dressed in black to blend in with the night, ready to go.
Chase pulled down his ski mask and aimed his rifle at the ready, his team doing the same. He counted down from three to one with his fingers, when his last finger dropped, his four-man team rushed the house.
“Everybody freeze, put your hands where we can see them.” Chase yelled out when they entered the main room. Marini and two other men stood around a table with three briefcases on top, at closer inspection, Chase saw cash, a lot of it. Looking back at the men, Chase wanted to shoot them on the spot. They looked slimy and deceitful. Angelo wore a suit and his smug features showed that he wasn’t going down quietly. The buyers in front of him had a look of concern on their ugly mugs and they looked as if they needed to go to the gym, both of them sporting a beer belly. No wonder they had to stoop so low as to buy women, no woman in their right mind would talk to them, fucking low lives.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Christian Storm said as he pointed his gun at one of the buyers. “My finger gets a little trigger happy at times. We wouldn’t want that to happen because I never miss my mark.” If Chase could see his face, Christian would be wearing a huge grin right now.
“Now you’re going to get on your knees nice and slow and place your hands behind your heads. Don’t get any ideas because my friends here would rather kill you, then turn you in.” Chase said and watched as the three criminals did as they were asked. This was easy, a little too easy, Chase thought to himself.
“Hurry up and tie them up, I got a feeling the shit is about to hit the fan.” Christian, Killian, and Rick put the plastic cuffs on the men, and as they stood them up, all hell broke loose.
“Get them to the truck now!” Chase yelled as they started taking fire from three other men. Chase shot the first guy dead center; he wasn’t getting up ever again. Running behind some boxes, Chase protected Killian and Rick’s retreating backs as Christian returned fire.
“Fuck, could this night get any worse?” Chase mumble to himself.
Chase saw Christian take one of the guys down from his position across the room. Lining up his shot, Chase took out the last guy with a head shot.
“Storm, how are you doing?” Chase asked as he went over to Christian. Pulling his ski mask off his face, he saw Christian do the same.
“That mother fucker shot me in the ass!” Chase wanted to laugh at Christian’s outraged tone, but Christian was holding a loaded gun in his hand.
“Can you walk or do I need to carry you?” Chase said with a straight face, it was hard to do, but he pulled it off.
“Fuck you Black, I can walk.” Christian said in a disgruntled tone.
“You got it Storm. We have to search the rest of the house. They brought the money here, so I think the goods are here as well.”
Chase followed behind Christian as they searched the three rooms down stairs. Each room looked the same as they were bare, with nothing in them except the last room had what they were looking for. Huddled in one corner were three girls, who looked to be between the ages of ten to thirteen and in another corner there were five women, who looked to be between eighteen and twenty-five. They were chained to each other, with one long chain bolted into the wall.
“Fucking bastards, I should go out there and kill them right now.” Chase said to Christian low enough for only him to here. Christian just nodded his head.
“We’re not here to hurt you. We’re here to take you home.” Chase said before he stepped out of the room to make a call. Someone picked up on the second ring.
“Yeah, we’ve found them. It’s eight total.” Chase listened to the person for a few minutes, then hung up and went back to the room.
“They’re outside entering the house now and I told them to have the EMT’s outside waiting. You can get your butt looked at before we head home.” Chase said. They waited five minutes; then the men in suits came to take over. Chase hated working for the FBI at times, but when it was for cases like this, he would do it with a smile on his face. Chase searched the rest of the house and found nothing else. Walking back into the room with the women, Chase was about to help Christian out to the EMT’s when someone spoke from the doorway.
“Are they the only ones?” Chase turned around and was struck speechless.
The agent at the door was everything Chase preferred in a man. Like Chase, the agent was brawny. The agent was wearing a suit that looked tailored made to fit around his broad shoulders. He had a chiseled jawline, with a nose that looked as if it had been broken and hadn’t healed right. His eyes were the color of spun gold, and his dirty blonde hair was cut short. Most people, when they found out Chase was gay, thought he went for smaller men. That wasn’t the case; he needed a man who could keep up with him in the bedroom. The agent had asked him something. Chase told himself this wasn’t the place or time to be fantasizing about Agent Sexy.
“Yeah, once your friends got here I checked the rest of the house, and it’s all clear.” Chase said.