Chapter Nine
Wyatt
I watch her throw a fit at the deputy who is ordered, by me, to piss her off. He does his job when I see her scream at him. Going into her bedroom again, I pick up a few things. Like, the underwear she was wearing when I pushed her into the dresser. They are soaked with her juices. Next, I grab the box and put the fingers back inside it and put it in my pocket. With my gloved hand, I reach down and open her top drawer. To my surprise, I see a cute little pink dildo and clit vibrator. I smirk when I pick them up and break them in half. She won’t be needing that anymore. If that small little thing gets her off, I wonder what she is going to think when my cock enters her tight pussy.
I hear her yelling at the deputy, then he tells her to calm down. I almost laugh when I hear how pissed she is getting. I place the now broken toys back in the drawer, and quietly close it. I walk to the door, make eye contact with the deputy, and then slam the bedroom door shut, and walk to the window before climbing out.
I don’t even care if she spots me walking to the tree line. In fact, I hope she does. I stop and turn around just inside and watch her. She looks right at me, I’m not sure if she sees me or not but I know she knows I am here.
A few minutes later the cop leaves and she puts on her little show outside. As much as I will protect her, I love watching the fear in her eyes when I am near. I know she saw part of my face, on purpose of course. Nobody will see me if I don’t want them to, but it’s just enough to keep her guessing.
Feeling her tremble under me while I rubbed Alex’s finger on her made my cock painfully hard. When I reached around, I knew she would be wet. But I wanted her to know I knew what I was doing to her. She whimpered when I pushed her panties to the side, and it took everything in me not to finger her right then and there. It’s not time yet. Soon, my Little Dove will know what it feels like to be dominated by me.
I get out of my car at the abandoned building by the lakeside where our shipments go in. Stuart aka Pitbull sent me the address right before I went to visit my girl. I walk to the back of my blacked-out SUV and pop open the trunk. I open the gun case, pull out my pistol and silencer, and stick a few extra clips into my coat pocket.
“We going to bring the big ones?” Kade whispers next to me, loading his gun and clips into his jeans and coat.
“From the information I got from Pit, there are only twelve guys here. Only about half are armed. I just want to hang back and see if any of our guys are double-crossing us. And if they are then we will deal with them. We don’t kill, we shoot to injure.” Kade nods once.
Pit sent me a file of the layout and I studied it on our way here. Twelve of our guys are here and they all claim they have no idea where the packages go. They swear they load it into the truck and then it just disappears. They have to be fucking stupid if they think we believe that. Kade has his orders to follow the truck driver because that is likely the case as to why it disappears, but they should be checking IDs for everyone who comes and goes.
“We hang back to see what happens. Pit wants them alive and brought back to his place.” Kade’s smile grows.
“Look,” he nods over to where we see a small little bleach-blonde girl walk up to Travis, one of our security guards.
She runs her fingers over his chest and down his body. He smirks and grabs her wrist. She cries out and he pushes her away.
“Go away, Trish.” He doesn’t yell, but she gets the warning all the same.
“But Travis, You didn’t call me last night,” she whines, rubbing her wrist.
“That’s because your pussy isn’t as good as you pretend it to be. Now go and if I want a sloppy whore I’ll call you.” She straightens her dress.
“You’ll regret this, you sorry son of a bitch!” She screams and stomps off.
“Jesus, dude. What the fuck are they doing out here?” Kade whispers next to me and I shake my head.
Something catches my attention and I focus my eyes to see if it’s what I think it is. A smile spreads across my face. Cameron walks behind them and into the building.
“Interesting,” is all I say before closing the trunk, walking to the side door, and grabbing the black bag that has everything I need in it.
Travis stands there, still as a statue. We make our way around the side of the building undetected. Not that I give a shit if anyone sees me. I could kill them before they even opened their fucking mouth to scream for help. I open the door I seen Cameron walk through and Kade shuts and chains the door shut. This is the only way in and out. Our shipment comes to this building to get shipped out. I guess if they wanted to, they could jump into the shallow water and try to swim for it. But if they do it from this high up, they are likely to break something, so they still wouldn’t get far.
The place smells of motor oil and fish. It used to be a boat repair shop that closed down years ago. But now it’s where boats come to drop off fish, or that’s what the public thinks it is. It looks abandoned from the outside. A run-down piece of shit building that sits on the outside of Shepherdstown next to the Potomac River. We claim this area and anyone stupid enough to walk into it is already dead. So, it’s interesting to me that our shipments are missing. I bet our good old friend Cameron can shed some light.
“He’s fucking stupid,” Kade’s voice is barely a whisper.
I nod and watch our good old friend Cams’ movements. His lip is busted, and he has a black eye. Stupid doesn’t even begin to cover what he is.
I look at my watch, it’s two in the afternoon which means the boat will be arriving any second. Right on queue, we hear the movement of water and see the boat dock. Cameron and a few others jump on and start unloading the Blue Pixie; in other words, cocaine.
We have a guy who makes it out of the States and ships it to us, it’s unique and has a blue tint to it. I heard it’s the purest of them all, I wouldn’t know. I don’t do the shit. We watch them move the packages off and set them in a pile, tip the driver and he leaves.
I watch Cameron take inventory and then bark orders to move the shipment to the truck, which we hear pull up. Kade looks at me and I nod.
He makes his way to the door and then stops. “You’re going to want to see this,” he says, and I walk over to him .
The club owner from Tiger is behind the truck. I almost laugh. Cameron walks over to the door and sees it chained. “What the fuck?” he yells, looking around.
I step out and his eyes go wide. Kade stays hidden for now. “Wyatt? What the fuck are you doing here?” I smile and stretch my arms out, cracking my fingers.
“Oh, you know, working.” A sinister smile spreads across my face.
I step closer to him, and he backs up with his hands up. “Whoa, wait. I did not do anything for you to pay me a visit,” he says, backing further away.
“Interesting that you knew I was here for you.” I tilt my head, watching his Adam's apple bob.
“Come on, man. We’re brothers.” He taps his arm where our tattoos are.
“Ah, yes, brothers.” I nod like it should mean something.
“Wyatt, I did not have anything to do with these missing shipments. You got to believe me!” He starts to panic as I make my way towards him.
“The problem is, even if I did believe you, Pit made the order, and you know how that goes.” I crack my neck.
His lip curls up. “Yeah, because you do everything like a little fucking bitch. On your knees to please your master. Fucking pathetic!” Turning, he jumps off the ledge, like a fucking idiot.
I shake my head when I hear the scream and the sounds of bones breaking. I roll my eyes, “Great, now I have to fucking fish him out.” Kade laughs as he unchains the door.
Someone knocks, Kade opens it, and pulls the man of honor inside, slamming him against the wall.
“Well, hello there Lester. What a pleasure it is to see you here.” Kade greets our new guest .
“W… what are you doing here?” He stumbles out before his wide eyes fall on me.
Kade smirks and punches him in the face, knocking him out cold. “I’ll take him to the car, you going to be alright?” He nods towards the pathetic piece of shit trying to swim away with two broken legs.
“I’ll only be a minute.” I grab the hook that is attached to the ceiling.
Men stand around, watching the scene unfold. I turn and see two guys next to me. “Grab this, and pull him out.” I hand them the hook and they do as they're told.
“If I find out any of you have been helping him, I will personally pay your families a visit, and make you watch.” They all nod.
I see the two men lower someone else down on the hook and grab Cameron who is fighting to get out. He grabs Cam and the two pull them up. He’s swung over and thrown to the ledge. Cameron cries out as he lands at my feet. Landing on his legs, he falls instantly- the bone poking through his pants.
“Damn, that looks like it hurts.” I run my fingers over the bone, and he jerks. I grab it and twist it as hard as I can, breaking a piece off into my hand, he screams and then convulses on the floor, pissing himself.
“Strip him down and carry him to the car, he’ll make a nice little pet for Darius.” The man in front of me shivers.
They pick Cameron up, take him to my car, and hogtie him next to Lester. His broken leg sticks out and it is bleeding all over the tarp we laid down. I close the trunk of the truck Lester drove here. “Make sure this gets to Pit. If it doesn’t, I’ll know who is to blame.” I throw the keys to the two that helped .
I watch him get into the truck after the others load it and drive off in the direction of Pits’ office. My phone vibrates and I pull it out of my hoodie, seeing Stuart calling me.
“Hello, Stuart.”
He sighs, he hates being called his first name. “Is it done?” He asks.
I smile, “Do you need to ask me that every time?” He blows out an annoyed breath.
“I have two for you. Kyle is bringing the truck to you now. I can’t do it tonight so I’ll drop them off and I will call Darius.” He pauses.
“Darius? Must be bad, huh?” I pause, not knowing how to break the news.
“Cameron was behind the missing shipments, working alongside Lester. I’ll have a team over at his bar soon. I’ll bring his family to your office.” I hear something break.
“That stupid motherfucker! I will fuck his wife and make her my fucking whore while pimping out his fucking daughter!” He screams into the phone.
“I’ll be there soon,” I hang up and get in the car.
Kade is already making the phone calls. He looks at me and smirks. “Congratulations, you are now the proud owner of Tiger.”