Chapter Twenty-Two
Sniper
“W here are we taking this asshole?” I asked Diesel and kicked Roach’s unconscious body. Bloodlust pounded in my veins, there was a need to do more than choke him out. I wanted to strip his skin off inch by inch and listen to his anguished screams. But first, I needed answers.
Diesel’s dark brows rose. “You think he’s gonna talk?”
I shrugged. “I think it’ll be fun either way. Worst case scenario, I get to torture this asshole until he takes his last breath. Best case, we get answers.”
Gio and I grabbed him by his arms, his body nothing but dead weight as we dragged him to the truck and tossed him inside.
“Let’s put him under the garage,” Diesel finally answered, his gaze piercing through me as if to warn me to keep my emotions in check. “You good?”
“Me? I’m great.” I flashed a smile I didn’t feel and jumped into the passenger seat of the truck. “I won’t touch one hair on his head until you say I can,” I promised, flashing a wide smile as Diesel slammed my door.
“You for real?” T-Bone sent a skeptical look my way, his lips tugged into a lopsided grin.
“Yeah. I want information, more than I want him dead. Right now, anyway.” I still wanted the fucker dead, but I was a master at taking orders. Some training is hard to break, and I wanted to get answers before I killed him.
Once we arrived at the garage, we pulled directly into the vacant bay and shut it behind us. I jumped out and unlocked the back so the guys could exit before moving the shelving units that covered the hidden door that led to the cellar underneath Steel City Motors. We didn’t use it often because we didn’t have to, but situations like this one with Roach called for privacy—and soundproofing.
T-Bone and Gio dragged him down the narrow cement staircase while the rest of us followed. Minutes later, Diesel, Rocky, and the other guys arrived while we strapped Roach to a chair.
Maverick held the smelling salts under the fucker’s nose until he abruptly woke up. “You’re not dead. Yet.” He stepped back, arms crossed, and stared at the man we hoped had some answers.
Roach startled and shook his head, blinked rapidly to get his bearings. He looked up and then took in each of us who surrounded him with a slow smile that spread across his face. “I’m the guest of honor. How sweet.” The sarcasm in his voice set my teeth on edge. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Rocky stepped forward, the more jovial between him and Diesel, and smiled. “We just have a few questions.”
Roach shook his head. “Yeah, see, I don’t do so well with tests.” He let out a huff of laughter, its purpose was to show us that he wasn’t worried, but I watched the asshole closely and I saw the tension in his face and the way his pulse raced in his throat.
“Then this will be a really short quiz.” I stepped forward, crowding him to the point he had to look up at me. “Ethan. You know him?”
He nodded easily enough because the answer wasn’t worth the body damage.
“He’s the one who hired you to take me out?”
Roach nodded again and let out a laugh. “Should’ve known lettin’ the newbies prove themselves would bite us in the ass.” He shook his head. “Got beef with you fucks and no cash for our troubles.” He was far too fucking amused by all of this.
That pissed me off more than anything. “Where did the money come from?” That was the burning question, and it felt as if the answer to that was the key to everything.
“Fuck if I know,” he growled. “As long as it’s green and it spends, I don’t give a fuck where it came from.”
Diesel nodded his understanding. “Right, but you had some kind of assurance that he could pay you. Or were you just taking some fucker you don’t know at his word?” He laughed, goading Roach by poking his ego.
“Smoky said his money was good, and that was good enough for me.” He looked away and I pounced on that one move.
“Was it good enough for you? Because it seems like even now you have doubts.”
Roach shrugged. “No money down means we’re gonna get fucked and have to outrun a body, feel me?” Something like rage built in his eyes. “And that’s all I have to say.”
That’s what he thought. “Once I was dead, then what?”
“Then we’d get paid, and life would be good.”
“Bullshit.” I managed to push the word past my clenched teeth. “This was just a one-time job?”
“Yeah. One time. That’s it.” It was another lie.
“Okay, let’s do it your way.” I pulled out my gun and shoved it between his lips and his teeth until the whole damn barrel rested on his tongue. “What was the plan after you killed me?”
“To have your club whores blow me on your grave.” He laughed like it was the funniest shit ever.
I pulled my gun out and holstered it, pulling the nine-inch blade from its sheath on my left side.
Roach howled. “Don’t put a gun in a man’s mouth if you’re too much of a pussy to pull the trigger.”
The monster in me welled up to the surface, and I felt the crazed look spread my lips into a malicious grin. “Whether or not I pull the trigger depends on what intel you have for me. This,” I held up the knife. “This is for fun.” I grabbed his ear and slid the blade from top to bottom until the damn thing was clenched between my thumb and forefinger. I smiled at his cries of pain. “What was the plan?” I asked over his pussy ass whining.
“You sliced off my ear, you crazy fuck!”
That one act had satisfied some of my bloodlust. “That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”
“That fucker is crazy,” he answered breathlessly. “He’s obsessed with that bitch who ran from him. She must have whiskey-flavored tits, or somethin’, the way he went on.”
I placed the tip of the blade to his jugular. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”
Roach’s eyes widened as he suddenly realized the gravity of his precarious situation. “No wonder he wants you dead. We thought you were just protecting her.”
“You thought wrong. Now what the fuck else is he planning?” He hesitated, his gaze bouncing around the room at my brothers behind me. “If I have to ask you again, I’ll just carve you up and send you back to your MC in pieces.”
“He wanted revenge because he thinks you’re bonin’ his woman, but this was always…” He stopped and shook his head, then pulled his lips between his teeth.
“Always what ?” I was desperate to know what the plan was. I had to keep Katey safe, and it wasn’t just because I promised Cal I would.
“No.”
“Fine.” I stuck the blade into his shoulder joint and twisted it, enjoying the loud agonizing cries of pain he released. I yanked the knife out and moved it half an inch lower before I repeated the move.
“Careful brother,” Hawk said with a laugh. “He might bleed out before he gives us anything useful.”
“Then he better hurry up because if he passes out before I get answers, I’ll just bury him alive in the desert.” There was a hint of amusement in my words, but I was dead fucking serious. I needed to know what to prepare myself for. What to prepare Katey for.
“I’m dead anyway,” he grumbled, wincing in pain.
“Maybe,” I agreed. “Maybe not. But if you don’t tell me what I want to know about Ethan then I’ll be forced to go scorched earth against the Black Vultures MC.”
“You already did.”
I grinned. “That was retaliation for shooting one of us and the truth is that we only killed a few of your MC brothers. Even Smoky is still alive. For now.”
Something flashed in his eyes, and I knew what it was. Brotherhood. Friendship. He knew his life was near the end, but his MC and his brothers still had a chance, and he wanted that for them. “It was just supposed to be a one-and-done job,” he began. “Take you out for fifty large and that was it.”
“But?”
“But he has a crew of about six men with him and shooting you was just revenge.” His words came out labored, the pain of his wounds slowing him down. “He knows that she’s at the clubhouse with you and she’s what he really wants.” He flashed a wicked smile. “He wanted you to be worried about us while he went after her.” Roach laughed and laughed. The sound harsh as it echoed off the cement.
While he roared with laughter, my heart was in my throat. I promised Cal I would keep his sister safe. Hell, I’d married her just to keep her out of his clutches, but the fucker knew where she was, where we were, and he was planning an attack.
“No bitch is worth trouble man, toss her back to that psycho and be rid of him for good.”
Before Katey came into my life I might have agreed with Roach. No, that’s not true. I’d asked my own best friend to look after my sister and now they were planning the rest of their lives together. “Thanks for the advice,” I told him and sheathed my knife.
“Anytime.”
In one quick move I pulled out my gun, pressed it dead center on his chest and shot twice before I pressed the gun to his temple and pulled one more time. Other than the force of the bullets, his body fell permanently limp. I didn’t spare him one fucking glance as I walked away, stopping only to hand my gun to Maverick whose job it was as the sergeant-at-arms to dispose of it.
Then I rushed back to the clubhouse because there was something within me that needed to see Katey. I needed to know for myself that she was safe.
She slept peacefully curled into a ball in the middle of the bed and when I found myself smiling, I shook it off. I told myself it was just relief that she was okay. That Ethan hadn’t made his way into the clubhouse to get to her. Yet. Seeing that she was okay, I took a shower to get rid of the blood and sweat of the night’s activities.
I wore a pair of boxers and slid into bed behind her, wrapping my body around hers.
“Sniper?” She glanced at me over her shoulder, eyes sleepy, and brows dipped in confusion. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I managed to bite out.
“You’re okay?” she asked and studied my face though I wasn’t sure how much she could see with nothing but the moonlight filtering into the room. She turned completely and put her hands on either side of my face. “You’re okay,” she said again, that time it was just for her.
“I’m good,” I assured her and rested one hand low on her back.
She arched into me, gasping when she felt my cock hard inside my boxer briefs. Her gaze held mine as she raised one leg over my hip and ground against me.
“You sure?”
She nodded as she gripped the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down until my cock sprang free. Her blue gaze bore into mine as she spoke with absolute certainty. “I’m sure.” Those two words were breathless and filled with heat. “Really fucking sure.”
I smiled and gripped her thigh, sliding my cock through her slit back and forth until I was covered in her juices. “So fucking wet.”
“I know,” she laughed and rocked her hips to relieve the ache between her legs. “It’s ridiculous.”
“So ridiculous,” I agreed and lined my cock up with her entrance, biting back a moan at the way she dripped for me. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”
“About time,” she whispered and ground down until she was pulling my cock into the hot depths of her body. “Oh fuck!” She let out a long, low moan and pressed her forehead to mine as she rocked her hips in time with my strokes. “Yes!”
One of my hands wrapped around her and cupped the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to me because I was desperate for her taste. This woman was driving me crazy. She had no idea the effect she had on me and I was fine with keeping it that way, but right now? Buried deep inside of her body, her soft moans and mewls in my ear was having a big fucking effect on me.
“Cole,” she moaned and rocked her hips faster, limited by our position.
I gripped her hip with my free hand, controlling both of our bodies. I was in control of how fast we moved, how deep I fucked her, how hard. When she moved too fast, I slowed her down and she whimpered greedily.
“Please,” she begged as she pushed her hips forward.
I kept things at a slow moderate pace, hungry to prolong this encounter. My cock was painfully swollen, and I was ready to fill her body with my cum but I also wasn’t ready for it to be over. I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
“Fuck,” she moaned and shoved at my chest over and over until I rolled onto my back. “Perfect.” She smiled as she straddled my hips, my cock still buried deep in her body. “You’re so deep.”
“No need for compliments, I’m already hard and achin’.”
She licked her lips and rolled her hips, taking me deeper with every stroke. Katey planted her hands on my chest for leverage, fucking my dick hard and fast as she chased her orgasm.
I held onto her hips, matching her stroke for stroke while my hands slid up from her hips and cupped her tits. I pinched her nipples, and her pussy squeezed me tighter. “Ah fuck, you feel so good.”
She smiled. “You feel better.” She was wet and pulsing already, riding me like an experienced cowgirl. “Ah, fuck!” She threw her head back as her orgasm consumed her, back arching until I was buried so deep, I felt like I was part of her. “Fuck.” She groaned her pleasure as my name fell from her lips over and over.
“Katey,” I growled and flipped our positions in one slick move. The minute I had her on her back, I hooked her legs over my forearms and fucked her so hard and deep the sound of our skin smacking together echoed in the room. “Fuck, yes!”
Her hand gripped my triceps, and her hips still moved hungrily as if she was chasing another orgasm. “Cole.” My name fell from her lips on a warning.
“I feel you, Katey. Let go.” My mouth crashed down on hers, as my body took over, pumping wildly until I came, filling her body. She shattered once more, breaking our kiss. Her skin was beautifully flushed, her nipples hard as her body shook with pleasure. “Such a good girl.”
She purred as the last aftershocks shook her body. Her lips tipped into a satisfied smile as her breathing slowed to normal. “You are… too good at that,” she said around a moan.
Before I could joke about it, her breathing evened out and her eyelids fluttered shut.
She was asleep.
And my cock was still buried deep. It was right where I wanted to be, so I watched her until my eyelids grew heavy and sleep claimed me.
My cock still semi-hard inside of her.