11. Chapter 11 -Lincoln
Chapter 11 -Lincoln
I watched her all day long on my computer, even taking all of my meals in my office, so I didn’t fuck something up and give up my secrets to her before our chase.
She was a nervous wreck, too. She messaged Dane twice, asking for the details, but I didn’t respond. I needed her to be as on edge as I was, because it would make the hunt that much more intense.
So at six, I sent her a message from Dane and watched her on the cameras as she left my kitchen for her guest house at the end of her day.
Get dressed in the clothes I bought you. Wear your hair long and free. And wait for your next instruction.
Yes, Sir.
Cheeky little trouble maker. I cracked my neck and then my knuckles before responding.
Just for that, I’m going to spank you before I fuck you.
She didn’t respond to the text, but she smirked to herself as she read it. And then she left her phone in the kitchen as she disappeared into her bedroom. Locking me out.
I smiled to myself as I changed into my black outfit and left the house silently, making sure she did not know I was gone.
I parked outside of the first stop of the night and sent her another message.
Eight Ball Bar on Halstead Ave. Park directly out front. Go inside and sit at the bar. Order one strawberry margarita and pay with cash. Then wait for your next instruction.
Yes, Dane.
I could almost hear the purr in her raspy voice in my head and fought the urge to skip the first part of the plan altogether so I could get my hands on her. But playing with my toy was my favorite part of the entire thing, so I kept my plans in place and then walked into the biker bar.
The place was rough, the bikers inside were already on their way to sloppy drunk and rowdy. And I was letting my pretty girl walk in looking like an expensive decedent sweet treat, ripe and ready for the taking.
Because I wanted her to feel how fucking desirable she was. I wanted her to know just how far each and every man in the place would go to feel her body under his. And I wanted her to be afraid that one of them just might get that gift.
I wanted her fear pumping through her veins before she even ran from me.
As I stepped inside, the smoke from cigarettes clouded the air and the stench of stale liquor hit my nose. Heads turned in my direction, easily spotting an outsider amongst the dirty trailer trash bikers, but no one said anything.
They all knew I’d be there. They all knew what their jobs were when Peyton walked in, too.
To look.
To call out and leer at.
To teeter her safety and sanity on the edge of their sharp knives as they riled her up.
“D.” The president of the MC nodded to me as I walked past the bar. I took the offered beer from him and nodded in greeting.
“Blade.” Of course, he had the most corny rider name out there.
“We’re all squared up here. The boys know what to do.”
“Good.” I walked away and took my place in the very back of the crowded bar at a booth on the wall. I didn’t need to hash out the details with him anymore, because we both knew if he or one of his men fucked it up, I’d wipe out his entire club and their entire bloodlines.
Men like him called me The Ghost . No one ever saw me coming until it was too late, and then they were dead. My reputation spread far and wide, but I seldom combined my business and pleasure. I knew I could keep the small-town MC in line though, so I dared to blur the lines just the one time.
It didn’t take long for Peyton to arrive at the bar as instructed. I watched through her cell phone camera and the tracking device in the shoe’s sole I bought her. The moment she walked in the door, I felt the air in the room change as every man took notice of her instantly.
I watched from the shadows, like a voyeur, viewing my dirtiest fantasy in real life. She was breathtakingly beautiful with her sexy red dress on. Every set of eyes in the room locked onto her as she effortlessly moved through the crowd as it parted for her.
She kept her eyes locked on the bar straight ahead, as if she didn’t even notice the men drooling over her sinful body. But I knew she was acting tough through her fear as she followed my instructions.
She was terrified. I could almost smell her fear from my seat in the corner.
My cock hardened as I watched her lush body settle on the empty barstool waiting for her. The female bartender instantly walked up to her, taking her order.
“Damn, call girl in the bar tonight.” One biker hollered from the other end of the room and his friends laughed, calling out their own jeers at Peyton.
She stiffened her spine as she waited for her drink, even though the entire room could see the way her hands trembled as she reached for the strawberry margarita she ordered.
“Come on, baby. Stand up and let Hammer slide in deep. He’ll fuck you so fast you won’t even know what happened.” Another call rang out.
“Just bend over the bar. Those heels will leave that plump ass angled perfectly!”
“I call dibs on her mouth!”
“I’m fucking that ass first. I bet she’s never had a man there.”
She drank a large sip of her margarita, ignoring the men as their calls got louder and more crude. Whether she noticed or not, the men were getting closer, too .
I could see her eyes in the mirror over the back of the bar as one of the dirty bikers leaned right over her shoulder and sniffed her hair. He didn’t specifically touch her, but he was close.
Too close.
She flinched, and he laughed at her, licking his lips and fisting his cock as he leaned against the bar top next to her. He kept rubbing himself through his jeans as he stared at her.
She took another large sip of her drink, eager to finish it as quickly as possible. When she was done with the drink, she could leave.
The man sat on the stool next to her as Blade, the president, took the one on her other side, both boxing her in with their bodies.
Blade leaned in close but his voice carried as the room quieted, watching their president work the sexy woman over. “I bet your pussy is wet right now, isn’t it?”
She pursed her lips tight and then lifted her glass to her lips, finishing it and then turning to face him head on. “Dripping.” She replied boldly, and my cock throbbed at her stupidity. Blade licked his lips, and his nostrils flared as he fought to stay on the script. If he fucked it up, I’d blow his brains out before he even stood up. He knew that. But Peyton didn’t, and she turned on her stool to face him after laying a twenty down on the bar, “But not for you.”
She stood up on her mile long legs and flicked her eyes around the room, briefly looking my way as she took in the entire room. I knew she couldn’t see me, but it heightened the fun of it for me.
“Better run then, baby girl.” Blade stood up, towering over her in her personal space. “Because men like us don’t care who got the pussy wet as long as our big cocks get to enjoy it.”
I sent the next message to her phone and watched as she ignored him completely to open it.
Leave through the back door by the restrooms. Turn left and walk away from the parking lot.
She tucked her phone back into her purse and took a step back away from the menacing man in front of her, bumping into a brick wall of a man behind her and jumping away from the contact.
“Run, pretty girl.” Blade grinned salaciously down at her. “We love a good fight.”
She walked away, turning on her heels and all but scurrying down the dark hallway to the bathrooms. She looked over her shoulder a dozen times in the brief space and burst through the back door to the dark parking lot.
Blade’s eyes found mine in the crowd as I stood up to follow her and he nodded, with the amused grin on his gnarled face. “Bring her back someday for some fun.”
I ignored him, already heading to the front door and leaving them all in my wake. They served their purpose and effectively riled her up enough that she was nearly running through the darkness to get away from the bar.
Good girl.
I lifted my hood and followed her with my own heart racing through my chest as she hit the thick forest that backed up to my property. I took my phone out and sent my last instruction before turning it on silent and zipping it away.
The hunt was on.