Chapter 11 #2
As I’m walking down the corridor toward the main room, I hear a sound that grabs my attention.
I stop briefly before deciding to ignore it only to hear it again, a female voice, muffled but distinct.
Crying. I slow my pace, glancing toward a door on the left that’s reinforced.
Unable to resist, I open the door and follow the narrow stairs that are behind it, leading down to a basement.
The sounds behind another door are louder and I open it, surprised it is unlocked.
Inside, a woman, maybe mid-twenties, is sitting on a bare mattress behind a large cell.
She has a significant scar down her face but from the look of her clothes she is looked after.
"Noah."
Ethan's voice comes from behind me and I turn to find him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for my reaction.
"Curious?" he asks.
"Who is she?"
"Sarah." Ethan pushes off the wall and approaches us as I watch Sarah’s reaction to him. She sneers at him with clear hatred. "Leo's ex-wife. She made the mistake of trying to contact him after we got married and wouldn’t leave us alone. She knew the consequences.”
"Stop talking like I’m not fucking here, Ethan,” she says before she speaks to me. “Can you help get me out of here? This psycho thinks he can just lock me away,” she whines and the sound is grating.
"Quiet," Ethan says, his tone perfectly pleasant. "We have guests, apologies Noah, she forgets her manners."
"How long has she been here?" I ask, ignoring Sarah’s pleas for help.
"A while." Ethan's smile is cold. "Leo doesn't know, of course. He thinks she moved away, but that was too easy for Sarah, she wanted to control his life, so I had to react."
"Punishment," I observe.
"Exactly." Ethan's eyes meet mine, and I understand him. "You know what it's like, Noah. You have to protect what you own."
"Why is she still breathing?" I say.
"Because it amuses me," Ethan glances at Sarah who is sitting back on her bed, the fight leaving her. “That’s unless anything changes in the future, but for now, I enjoy knowing she is here. She also works upstairs when it’s busy, she has to earn her keep.”
“Doing what?”
“Cleaning, bar work, the kind of things she always thought was beneath her,” he says, chuckling.
“I wouldn’t have the patience to keep a prisoner,” I say as I turn to leave the room and Ethan follows.
“I take it I can trust you not to go talking to your husband about this,” Ethan says, and I scoff.
“It’s not my business, Ethan. I don’t care what any of you get up to. See you around.” And with those parting words, I walk toward the main area of the clubhouse.
“See you around, Noah.”
I don't speak to anyone as I leave the clubhouse. The men in the main room watch me pass, but no one approaches. The gossip of who I am has already circulated as the atmosphere is different, more relaxed.
Outside, I walk over to my waiting taxi and hop inside, and set off to collect Chase from the bar. When I arrive, I walk straight inside, searching for my man. I don’t like it in here, too many dark corners and people. I prefer to stay at home.
“Hey Noah,” a voice speaks out to me as I enter the bar area and turn to see a guy I recognize. He looks at me expectedly like he is waiting for a response.
“Hi,” is all I can say. It takes a moment before it clicks who he is. The last time I saw him he was a mess, broken in spirit and his body fucked up. Simon. Carlos’ man.
“I never got to thank you for what you did, when, you know, all that shit in Brazil happened, and what you said to me on the plane.”
“No need for thanks.”
“Still, I’m grateful. Chase is over at the booth in the back with Dima.”
“Great.”
I walk past him further into the bar. Fucking Dima. Of all the times he has to be around, which means we’re not leaving anytime soon with the fucking neverending talking squad. If Ivan turns up I will start throwing shit as I’m not in the mood.
As I approach the table, Chase is in conversation with Dima and Seb, who are sitting across from him. I don’t bother to announce myself, as I sit next to Chase and grab him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a chaste kiss. I fucking need it.
“Oh, well that’s the best hello,” he says against my lips.
“We need to go.”
“We are here, you know,” Dima says across from us and I look up to see that annoying fucking grin on his face.
“I was hoping you would disappear. Why are you laughing?”
“I just find your abrasiveness amusing.”
“Would you find my fist in your face amusing too?” I say, and he stops grinning.
“Okay that’s enough,” Seb says from beside him, rubbing his arm like a child that needs consoling.
“You’re trying to distract me so you can leave by goading me. Not wise,” Dima says and I smirk at him.
“I don’t need to do anything, I don’t give a fuck about what any of you think and feel.”
“So does that mean you have declined Marcus’ offer?”
“No. I’ve just come from there and we have made a deal.”
“Really? You went over to the clubhouse on your own to talk to Marcus?”
“Yes. Didn’t your bestie Ethan text you? He was there too.”
Dima scowls at me as him not being in the know is having the effect I want. I’m sick of these assholes thinking they control shit that’s none of their business. My relationship with Chase does not mean I have loyalty and ties to them.
“What was the deal?”
“Dima…” Seb warns, because he is clever enough to pick up on my body language. I’m not to be messed with right now.
“What? It affects our business. So, what is the deal?”
“Nothing that concerns you. All you need to know is that the funding remains, everything else is between me and Marcus.”
“You are without doubt the biggest prick I have ever met,” Dima says.
“Are you sure that’s not your endearing brother, Lev?”
“Can you two stop acting like kids please?” Seb scolds like he is our parent. I scoff and shrug, ready to leave.
“I’ve said it before, it will be beneficial if we all can just get along, Noah.”
“And we can get along, by everyone staying out of my face and business. You do your shit, and I’ll do mine.”
“Good enough for me,” Dima grumbles and I grab Chase’s hand.
“Come on, time to go.”
I pull him up out of his seat and drag him out of the club, with a quick goodbye to Simon on the way out.
When we get back to the hotel, Chase finally starts asking questions.
“Considering you’re in one piece, I assume it went well?”
“You could say that. I agreed with some extra little demands to sweeten the deal.”
“What demands?”
I walk over to him, as he stands beside the bed, and tug on his hair. I want to devour him, we’ve been apart far too long.
“Nothing you need to worry about, baby. Just know you will forever be protected now.”
“I was always protected with you around.”
“This is different, more eyes will be on you.”
“You’re scaring me, Noah. What does that mean? I thought you weren’t getting involved in the club.”
“I’m not getting involved with the club, but it comes with perks, being their bank.”
“You’re so fucking weird,” he whines as I tug on his hair harder.
“And I’m done with talking, baby.”
I push him toward the bedroom where he starts to undress.
His movements are hurried, eager as I stand there watching him.
He's beautiful in his desperation, in his need to be owned.
His skin is flushed all over, his eyes are dazed like he is high.
I notice something in the way he moves as he walks over to me, he winces with a squint in his eyes, his hand moving to touch his ass.
"Turn around," I say, intrigued to see what the problem is.
He turns, presenting his naked back to me. And there it is, the base of a black silicone plug nestled between his ass cheeks. My cock throbs at the vision in front of me.
"You prepped yourself for me," I say, crossing to him.
"I wanted to be ready and not waste time, I need you, Noah.”
I pull him to the bed and sit on the edge, spreading my legs. "On your knees."
He drops to the ground, positioning himself between my thighs. I'm still fully dressed, my cock straining against my pants.
"Undress me," I tell him. "Slowly."
His hands shake slightly as he grabs the hem of my t-shirt, and slowly lifts it up over my head, before tossing it to the ground. Then he leans forward and presses his mouth to my chest, kissing, licking, worshipping. When his lips close around my nipple, I hiss in pleasure.
"That's it," I murmur, threading my fingers through his hair. "Suck it. Show me how slutty you are."
He does, his tongue circling the hardened peak before sucking hard. The sensation goes straight to my cock before he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention by licking and sucking, occasionally grazing it with his teeth.
"You're a captive now," I tell him, my voice rough. "I walked into that clubhouse tonight and sealed your fate. You're not just my husband anymore, you're trapped in my world and there's no escape."
He moans against my skin, he loves that he is trapped with me.
"You like that, don't you? Knowing you're captured, that you belong to a killer."
“I do, so much,” he whispers against my skin before nibbling at my nipples.
I stand abruptly, as I’ve lost patience to savor this and take it slow. I need to get inside of him. He removes my pants and underwear, and I grab him by the arms to make him stand.
"On your back," I say. "Legs up."
He positions himself, and I grip the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly. He whimpers, his hole clenching around nothing. I take the lube off the nightstand and coat my dick.
"My good little captive, preparing himself for me. So good,” I say as I ram inside of him. He cries out, his hands reaching for my shoulders.