Chapter 14 Zane
Zane
Ican’t get Les off my mind, her lips on mine, her body trustingly rubbing against me.
When she panicked, I almost ran from the room, thinking I had done something wrong.
I completely forgot what that sick fuck made her do.
The fact that she trusted me to put her in a position she wasn’t comfortable with gave me hope for us.
I feel like we’re on the right path, but she still has five other boyfriends who will watch my every move, waiting for me to fuck up.
I’m not going to this time.
After she left, I had to take matters into my own hands, jacking off in my bed like a horny teenager. When she walked away with Gage, I almost begged her to come back, but I knew it wasn’t time for that yet. We have plenty of time later because I’m not going anyfuckingwhere.
Tonight is the first night I’ve slept in my bed, except sleep isn’t coming for different reasons.
Her body responded to me just like it used to.
Her sighs and her moans almost drove me out of my skin.
Giving up on sleep again, I flop over onto my back, wrapping my hand around my cock again, stroking from base to tip roughly.
It wouldn’t give me a break, even when I did doze off.
I would wake up hard as a rock thinking about Les.
The sun is shining through the window, and I’m still fucked up.
I start stroking faster, harder. “Fuck,” I grunt, letting my mind wander to when we were together.
One of the favorites I’ve run through my head a thousand times over the years was another time in the pool house.
We almost got caught by my dad once, but that didn’t stop us from sneaking in there a week later to try again.
The thought of getting caught had us ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as we hit the door.
I laid her out on the kitchen island, eating her pussy like a starving man. She latched both hands into my hair, holding me against her. I made her come three times with my mouth before I slammed my cock inside her before she could finish the third; her scream echoed around that pool house.
I start stroking my cock faster, lost in the memory.
Lost in the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my dick, her nails digging into the skin on my arms, and her deep, throaty moans.
I fucked her all over that pool house. On the kitchen island, up against the wall on our way to the bedroom, in the bedroom, in the shower, and one more time with her bent over the kitchen island.
Reaching down, I squeeze my balls with one hand, pulling at my cock with the other. I come all over my abs, groaning out her name. I flop back on the bed, my cock still hard as a rock. “Fuck,” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.
Looking at the mess I made, I roll out of bed, still, rock hard, and climb into the shower. I turn the water as cold as I can stand it, letting the water wash over me, pulling the tension from my shoulders. When my dick finally gives up, I make the water warmer, taking my time to shower.
I know what I’m willing to do for Les; I’ve already decided about that.
But that doesn’t make me less apprehensive about how I’ll feel when I see her with one of them.
The main one I’m not sure about is Ryder.
That little prick made my life as hard as he could when Les and I were together, but I get it.
He was in love with her then but couldn’t tell her.
I had the one thing he wanted, and he hated me for that.
It makes me curious about how the fuck this is happening now because he did finally tell her.
He has her in his clutches, yet he willingly lets her see me.
Les won’t sneak behind his back, so I know he knows.
Shutting the water off, I step out of the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, and go back to my room, searching for clothes.
When I get there, my phone lights up with an incoming call.
I snatch it up and frown when I see it coming from an unknown number.
I broke down yesterday and finally bought one; only two people have this number. Les and Gage.
“Hello?” I answer.
“You don’t listen very well, Zane.”
That voice slams me in the gut. “Jay,” I growl.
“I told you she was mine. So, tell me why she was leaving your apartment last night?”
I spin around, looking for cameras inside my apartment. Is he watching me right now? “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play fucking stupid,” he barks. “I saw her coming and going with the crazy one.”
“Oh,” I answer. “The one you killed?” I sneak around my bedroom, looking for any sign of a hidden camera. I wouldn’t put it past this motherfucker. Is he watching me from the inside or outside? I don’t like that he saw Les at all. I don’t give a fuck if he’s watching just me.
“He’s harder to kill than I thought,” he muses. “But he won’t be the second time.”
I freeze. “What are you talking about?”
“I told you I was taking everything from her!” he yells. “You think you got away? Come on, Zane. Did you think I was giving up that easy?”
I need to be careful about what I say so I don’t escalate the situation.
All my cop training is still deep in me whether I work there or not.
“No. I didn’t think you gave up,” I soothe, bile rising in my throat.
I think through my options, flipping the phone to speakerphone.
I pull up a text screen for Gage. It’s just after seven in the morning, so I pray to everything he’s awake.
I need their hacker to try to find this call.
Problems. Being watched. Bring your hacker.
“I’m letting her think she won. Then I’m going to break her down all over again.”
“Why can’t you leave her alone?” How does someone go so far off the rails thinking it’s okay to kidnap, torture, and touch someone without their permission? All the while claiming they love them?
Gage
On my way.
He chuckles. “You don’t get it, do you? Precious is fucking mine. Not one of you motherfuckers will stop me next time. Stay the fuck away from her.”
The line goes dead, dread filling my stomach. With the way Gage drives, I know he’ll be here in record time, so I get dressed, go to the living room, and wait.
Ten minutes later, he’s pounding on my front door. I open it, and he barges in with Holden and Dex.
“What’s going on?” Gage asks, looking around. I don’t miss the Glocks under his button-up shirt.
“I got a call.”
Dex’s head whips to me. “Jay?”
I hand my phone to Holden. “He called. Said he was watching me. He saw Les here last night.” Holden takes it and doesn’t waste time going to the kitchen table and setting up his laptop. I rattle off the Wi-Fi password when he asks; I guess it’s quicker than hacking into my network.
I fill them in on what was said, and Gage uneasily looks around again. Quietly he pulls a device from his pocket, running it over everything in my apartment, looking for any type of camera or listening device.
He walks down the hallway, shoving it back in his pocket. “There’s nothing here. Must have been watching from the outside.”
“You think he was here?” I ask, motioning them to the living room. Gage and I sit on the couch with Dex in the recliner to our left.
“That or he was looking through personal security cams. There’s one across the road,” Holden answers, pointing out the living room window. There’s a pawn shop across the street, which would be the only place it could be.
“That motherfucker is still around here,” Dex says darkly.
Holden whips around. “If he’s watching him, does that mean he’s watching Les?”
I thought about that too, but I know the only place she’s been is here and home. From what I know about Holden, there’s no way Jay is watching inside that house, so he’s waiting for her to leave. I don’t like that he already figured out she would eventually come to me.
“What do we do?” I ask, sitting up on the couch. This isn’t going to happen again. “He knows you guys are here.”
“Holden’s been tracing back where his money is coming from,” Gage answers. “His dad hasn’t given him a dime since he joined the force. He’s getting it from somewhere. We find the trail; we find him.”
“Les told me the first day we were there; he said she wasn’t the only one with resources,” I tell him, remembering what she told me when they shoved me back into that room after saving me from dying.
I had a punctured lung that was rapidly filling my lungs with blood.
They knocked me out and took me to a hospital room, where they shoved a chest tube in.
“Who’s going to fund something like this?” Gage asks.
Dex frowns in thought, then looks at Gage. “We fucking know who.”
“Who?” Gage asks. “Oh shit,” he finally says when he figures it out.
“Care to share?” I ask when they don’t elaborate.
Dex and Gage have a silent conversation that starts to piss me off until Gage turns to me.
“Viktor Orlov.” I know bits and pieces from when I picked up Nina, Viktor’s wife, from them that day.
“The whole time she was gone, he didn’t make any more moves against her.
Thought Jay would take care of her, so he didn’t have to. He’s on the move now, though.”
“Do you think he’s here?” I ask. I don’t know if he’s in Abbs Valley or watching from somewhere else. Either way, I don’t like it.
“If he is,” Dex says, cracking his neck, “We’ll find him.”
I don’t doubt that, but they aren’t freezing me out. “I’m in.”
Gage frowns. “You realize we aren’t fucking arresting him, right?”
“No shit,” I say harshly. “I can’t arrest anyone anymore. Remember?”
“You need to think about what you’re saying. We’re going to kill him. Badly,” Gage replies, standing up from the couch.
“I am thinking,” I say, standing up too. “That asshole touched Les. No way you fuckers are leaving me out.” It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve killed someone in cold blood. I might have been a cop for the past seven years, but I did work for Luca Poletti once upon a time.