Chapter 30 #2
I turned around and marched out of the room, the sound of Tara’s shrieking at Samaira echoing behind me.
Once everyone had eaten, Lena walked out of the office with Tara and Samaira standing on either side of her. “Are we ready, girls?”
Everybody yelled, “Yes.”
She turned to Sloane, who wore a short black skirt, pink tube top, and high heels. Her face was covered in heavy makeup, and golden jewelry adorned her neck and wrists.
“The vehicles are all ready.” Dominic strode into the room with the swagger of a rich-prick billionaire.
His eyes narrowed at me, while I stood perfectly still, looking through him.
The fucker’s eyes softened when he turned to Samaira, who gave him a flying kiss.
My eyes immediately snapped to Tara, whose masked face was looking between the fucking lovebirds.
Did she want to give me a flying kiss? Or did she want me to give her one?
What was going on behind that fucking mask? How could I read her face if she hid it from me during an important fucking time? What did she see between them that transfixed her? All I saw was two idiots giving googly eyes to each other.
Dominic stepped close to Sloane and talked to her softly, making her laugh. She gave him a quick hug and slammed a kiss on his cheek. Samaira immediately lunged at her, pulling Dominic behind her. “Don’t make me ruin your face before you leave, Sloane.”
She gave her an exaggerated pout, mirth shining in her eyes. “But he promised me diamonds if I came back safe and sound.”
Samaira huffed and pulled Sloane into a hug, while sobbing loudly, pointing at Dominic. “This man knows me.”
Dominic looked like he was about to have a panic attack. “Don’t cry, Maira.”
Tara and Lena shook their heads while Naomi walked to the ladies and huddled into them, softly talking to them.
Once they pulled themselves together, Lena spoke again.
“Now, Tara and Knox, lead the way. Samaira and Arya are following closely. The rest of us will monitor from here using satellite. Sloane, you will be safe. You will kick ass. Let’s go, Wildcats. ”
The entire room thundered with their chant. “Let’s go, Wildcats.”
We filed out quickly after that and reached the Wildcats’ private parking garage. Tara, Sloane, and I got into one car, with me taking the wheel, while the two other ladies took another.
We were off as Tara entered the coordinates into the map. She removed her mask since it was just the three of us. While Tara and Sloane quietly chatted about their communication devices, I informed Brandon that we’d left for the meetup spot.
It took us forty-five minutes to reach the quiet alley behind the street where Greg had tried to kidnap that woman a while ago. The exact location where my little criminal had found him, and I’d arrested him.
Brandon: Sir, we’re here.
Me: Walk with Greg to the alley entrance across the street.
Brandon: Yes, sir.
Turning to Tara and Sloane, I asked, “You girls ready?”
Tara turned and wiggled between the seats to pull Sloane in for a hug. “Please, take care.”
Sloane’s eyes met mine over Tara’s shoulders as she clutched her in her arms. “You know I will. It’s going to be fine.”
Tara sniffled, and a sharp ache stung deep inside my chest. I rubbed at my sternum, wondering why my little criminal’s tears caused such an extreme physical response in my body.
Tara settled back in her seat and gave me a nod.
I turned to Sloane. “I’ll hand you over to Greg. From there, it’s going to be the two of you. He doesn’t know about the Wildcats. Keep an eye on him. If he does something fishy or tries to screw you over, kill him.”
Sloane nodded.
I looked at Tara. “I need you to do something”—then glanced at Sloane—“and I need you to bear with me.”
Both of their eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
I met Tara’s gaze. “Punch Sloane.”
Understanding washed across their faces. Sloane smiled and shook her head. “I would’ve sparred with Samaira before leaving if you’d reminded us earlier.”
Tara gave Sloane a teasing smile. “I can hit just as hard as Sami.”
Sloane scoffed. “Nobody can hit as hard as Sami…”
“Oww,” Sloane whined as Tara landed a solid punch on her cheek. “You bitch.”
Tara blew over her knuckles, as one would over a gun. “Told ya.”
Sloane lightly dabbed at her cheek. “Boy, that woke me up. Fuck. And it still wasn’t as hard as Sami.”
“Want one more?”
“Try it, and you’ll get it back.”
“Ladies,” I interrupted, “it’s time.”
After a final goodbye and a hug, Sloane and I walked out of the car, leaving Tara behind.
Brandon and Clark stood right where I’d asked them to, with Greg firmly in their hold. Their eyes scanned Sloane, who looked like a beautiful girl going to a party at a high-end bar.
I stopped in front of Greg. “She fit the bill for a kidnapped girl?”
His eyes regarded Sloane. "Yes, sir," he said, extending his handcuffed wrists toward me.
I looked at Brandon and nodded. He uncuffed Greg, who went to stand beside Sloane. He was about six inches taller than her, but I knew she could take him.
“Off you both go,” I said.
Once they’d moved a few feet away from us, I turned to Clark and Brandon. “Follow them. He might lead her around for a while. Or he might take a cab and hightail it to one of the hideouts. Let’s have constant eyes on them.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Report back to me tomorrow morning. Call me if anything feels off.”
“Yes, sir.”
With that, I turned around and walked back to the car.
Once I got inside, I turned on the car. “You heard all that?”
Tara nodded. “Samaira and Arya will be following Sloane. At any given time, two of us will be constantly monitoring her, but for now, Sami and Arya have got it handled.”
“I’ve sent my boys as well.”
“You trust them?”
I looked at her until she met my eyes. “Yes.”
She gave me an understanding nod. “Alright.”
As I drove us back to the apartment, I could feel the tension and worry seeping off my girl. Her leg was bouncing, her fingers were drumming along her lap, and she was chewing the nail of her thumb.
I placed my palm over her hand, stopping her restless fingers and bouncing leg at once. Her breath hitched. “I’m fine,” she murmured.
I squeezed her hand resting on her lap. “Sloane will be fine. She’s strong.”
She nodded, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly out of her mouth. “She is.”
We were silent the rest of the way home. I wasn’t a man of many words, and not surprisingly, neither was my little beauty.
I liked that about her.
She was peace in this violent world, quiet in the loud, a beauty among the hideous, false niceties and fake smiles. She was the still darkness to the blinding, chaotic daylight.
With her, I could simply breathe.
Once we were back home, I took Shadow for a quick walk. When we returned, Tara looked freshly showered, with her hair slightly wet, her skin soft and fresh, dressed in her cozy pajamas.
“Ready for the night?” I asked, sipping a glass of water.
She played with Shadow and took him to sleep in his bed in the living room. “Yeah. It’s been a long day. Sami told me to get some rest. Lena and Naomi are tracking via satellite with some of the other Wildcats. We’ve got another mission tomorrow. You’re in.”
“Tomorrow evening?”
“Yeah. But we’ll do a briefing early tomorrow morning, before you leave for work.”
“Sounds good.”
She stretched her arms to the side, letting out a low moan. “Night. See you tomorrow.”
“Sleep tight.”
She turned around, but not before giving me a tiny smirk. Her typical air of mischief ruffled my feathers and piqued my curiosity. What was that about?
I checked all the locks of the house before I went to my room and took a long shower. It was past midnight, and working two jobs proved to be fucking exhausting.
I threw my towel to the back of the armchair before getting into bed, fully naked.
The moment my head hit the pillow, though, the dark scent of sex and sin burst into my nose. I rolled over, rising a little on my elbow to stare at my pillow. I couldn’t see shit in the dark. But my girl’s mischievous eyes slammed into my mind as I lowered my head to get another whiff of my pillow.
Midnight mischief and musky sweetness infiltrated my chest, burning my blood with raging arousal and incredible pride.
My sweet little beauty, the star of my eyes, my Tara, had rubbed her pussy bare on my pillow.
My little criminal had come—multiple times—on my pillow.
She must’ve grabbed the fucking headboard as she rode my fucking pillow and brought herself to orgasm.
I immediately buried my face in the damn thing, rubbing my painfully hard cock against the sheets. The scent of her essence had my length pulsing, the wet spurt of precum soaking the sheet under me. This was the scent of her victory, her glorious, delicious payback for coming on her stomach.
Oh, she loved playing with the beast.
I couldn’t stop fucking the mattress as I breathed in deep gulps of the pillow, my chest rattling with a snarl when I sucked the damn fabric, trying to taste her on my tongue.
But the scent was light and fading, the taste merely a residue.
That wouldn’t do at all. I needed more. Stronger. Harder. Straight from the fucking source.
“Tara.” Her name bellowed out of my chest, the vicious need to consume her, to infuse her to me, to punish her for wasting her precious taste on the fucking pillow, to drown in her scent and fuck her brains out, finally unleashed my beast.
Only one thought echoed in my brain. Loud. Clear. Final.
Mine.