10. Aidan
“Harder.”I hear her say. “Fuck me harder.” She’s going to be the death of me. Like the good soldier that I am, I do as she asks. Her moan gets louder. I press my palm against her mouth, trying to muffle her noises.
“You want it harder? Fuck, look at you. Taking it like the good fucking slut you are.” I feel her pussy contract around me, and that almost sends me over the edge. Almost. “You like it when I call you my good little slut? Because that’s what you are. Welcoming my dick home with holy water.” Her breath is quick and shallow, her body following my every movement.
I roughly pull her hair and bring her face close to mine, my other hand tightening around her throat. Oh, yeah, she likes it alright.
“A-Aidan. Fuck. Please,” she begs.
“Please, what, beautiful?” My thrusts are deeper. I can feel my balls against her arse, and it’s fucking heaven.
“F-Faster. D-Deeper. H-Harder.” Fuuuck, I’m going to die in her heavenly pussy. The feeling of my piercing brings the sensation to another level. I release her hair and increase the pressure of my hold around her neck. Not too much. I don’t know if her limits have changed. That is something I’ll need to discuss with her. The vibration of her moans reverberating through my hand is both thrilling and intoxicating. With my free hand, I reach up to pinch and tease her nipples, causing her to cry out with pleasure. With every touch, I can feel her growing more and more wet. My thrusts become slower. I bite her shoulder blade with force, which makes her cry out. Fuck, I want to see my marks all over her body. Seeing the red spot that starts to form on her back, I lick it, which causes her to shiver. I need to see her face. She gasps when I pull out and spin her around quickly, catching her off guard.
“W-What are you doing?” As I thrust back into her, the room is filled with the sound of our moans echoing off the walls.
“Need to see your face when you come.” I can feel her getting close. My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I squeeze her throat. She tries to hold back a whimper, but it escapes her. “Colour?” I ask again. I feel like a caged animal around her, desperate to break free and let my instincts take over.
“G-green. Please.”
The sight of my tattoos wrapped around her neck and my hard cock buried deep inside her is an image that never gets old.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask, and she whines in answer. “Give me what’s mine,” I growl.
Her body tenses in response to my touch as I pinch her nipples again and tighten my grip around her throat. The mix of pain and the feeling of suffocation is enough to send her over the edge.
“F-Fuuuck. Oh my God. A-Aidan.” Hearing my name as she comes is fucking music to my ears. I take her lips to muffle her noises, and because, fuck, I’ve been dreaming of tasting these plump lips again for years now. I bite, I suck. I lick. The sweet sound of her moans in my mouth is the catalyst that makes me join her. I come. Hard. My body tenses, and I let out a deep growl as my orgasm consumes me, leaving me feeling utterly spent. We’re both panting for air as I pull away from her lips.
“Condom.” I hear her say.
“What?” I’m slow to understand what she’s saying, my mind still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm.
“You didn’t wear a condom,” she repeats. Looking at the chaos I created between her legs, I can’t help but feel proud of myself.
Shit, I completely forgot to wear one. I didn’t plan on fucking her in the bathroom with her siblings and friends in the room next to us. Okay, that’s a lie. I had every intention of fucking her, but I literally forgot to wear one.
“I’m clean,” I answer.
“Glad to hear it. But pregnancy? I don’t plan on having a bairn anytime soon, especially with you.”
I glance at her with an amused glare. Because, seriously, a bairn made from both of us? I can clearly picture a round-faced bairn with a head full of curly hair and deep, dark eyes like hers. Stunning. I don’t have baby fever and don’t plan to have one soon. But I would be more than willing to have one with her if she asked me to right now.
“Sorry, Tink. I didn’t think about it.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’ll make sure to get you the morning-after pills.” I can feel the weight of her stare as if she is trying to bore a hole through me with her eyes.
“I don’t need you to do anything but keep your dick in your pants next time,” she says, still trying to catch her breath, which makes me smirk. “And I’m on birth control. Not that you look concerned about it,” she adds, her tone sarcastic. She’s right. I’m not concerned one bit. I’ll take whatever she’ll give me.
She tries to clean herself up before I have time to do it for her and looks at my cock, eyes wide.
“So, that was that.” I check what she’s looking at. I knew she felt it, but she hasn’t seen it yet. “You pierced your cock.” Her eyes are glued to my Albert.
“I did. Scott and I lost a silly bet a few years ago and pierced our cocks.”
“Ew,” she grimaces. “I would’ve been happy never knowing about my brother’s dick piercing.”
“Piercings,” I correct her.
She looks at me as if she’s going to be sick, which makes me chuckle, but that doesn’t stop her eyes from staying fixated on my cock, observing how my piercing adorns my shaft.
With a sly grin, I add, “Don’t give me that look, gorgeous. I’m ready for round two already.” She takes a moment to collect herself before meeting my gaze. I already know what she’s about to say, ‘We won’t fuck again,’ but she knows better. She can hate me all she wants, but our attraction is there. We’re like two magnets, drawn to one another.
Turning on the hot water from the sink, I retrieve a warm cloth and turn to look at her. “Come here.” She hesitates, taking a deep breath before finally resigning herself. “Open your legs.” A look of scepticism crosses her face as she raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m not going to do anything except clean you.”
“I can do it myself. I don’t need you to—” My low growl makes her flinch and fall silent. Her body may crave me as I do her, but her mind is not there yet, and she’ll find everything she can to fight me over it.
“That’s my job. Now stop being a brat and open your legs for me.” We had this discussion countless times in the past about the importance of aftercare, and as for now, the only thing she’ll be willing to let me do is clean her. She lets out a resigned sigh and opens them for me. My cock jolts at her obedience. I bite down on my lip, attempting to stifle the groan that’s building in my throat. My touch is soft and gentle as I pass the cloth over her clit, her breath quickening with each stroke. As she exhales contentedly, I gently kiss her thigh before helping her get dressed.
She waits a few seconds before gesturing towards the door and says, “You go first. I’ll follow in a bit.” I put my trousers back on and look at her. I won’t say anything more for tonight. I think she understands that I’m not letting her get away ever again. But she needs to take a moment to gather her thoughts and process the information. With one last glance, I wink at her and leave the bathroom.
I focus on the information in front of me. It’s 2 p.m. I’ve been reading this message over and over again for the past thirty minutes, trying to figure out the best way to approach this. The text message was simple, as always.
Unknown number
25 to 30 women. 10 guards, masked. 1 entrance in the front, 1 in the back. Kore.
I contacted my team to let them know we were leaving in an hour. But I’m waiting for Scott to get here. I might be the boss, but I rarely make a decision without talking with him first. I hear his boots before seeing him.
“So, what’s your plan?” he asks as he takes a seat in front of me.
“The plan stays the same. Five in the front, five in the back in case something happens. Now that we know there are two entrances, I’ll put another team in the back. We don’t know who’s behind this, so we need to be careful. It’s been days since we received the first video, so waiting is no longer an option. We’re getting them out of there tonight.”
He nods in agreement.
“When are we leaving?” he questions.
I look at the time on my watch.
“Thirty minutes from now. Everybody is ready.” I pause. “We may wait until nightfall before doing anything, but we can at least check around.”
“Okay, I’ll get ready.”
The drive to Linlithgow is not far from Edinburgh. Around 20 miles at most. Everybody is quiet. We’re divided into two cars and one big van. Once we arrive, I check our surroundings. Not a sound except the birds singing. That’s odd. As expected, near the palace, we found a well-hidden hangar. You wouldn’t see it at first, but it’s there. I can see the rust of the doors from here. A tractor and several cars are parked nearby in the back of it. It’s almost 8 p.m., but the night starts to fall. The joy of Scotland. Giving a last briefing, we start to move closer to the hangar.
I can only see Scott’s devilish eyes through his mask, looking like the walking dead itself.
Tim, Shaan, and Al are not far behind us, each knowing what they have to do. Repositioning my mask over my face, I make my steps as light as possible. I hear noises coming from the other side of the hangar and stop. There’s three. Easy. I can’t see their faces hidden behind their half-face masks. Interesting.
As I glance around, the metallic glint of guns attached to their holders catches my eye.
“Two guns each and knives attached to their waists,” I murmur to the guys through my earpiece. As I focus on the tractor, I see Tim’s figure shifting in my peripheral, positioning himself to take aim with his gun.
“Fuck.” My attention draws to the hangar as I notice more men coming out. Their cigarettes” red glow provides the only light source, casting a shadowy effect on their faces. “I can see two more men standing,” I whisper.
“Boss, there are two more in the back,” Al says.
Scott and I exchange an understanding look. We’re outnumbered. But it’s too early to call the other teams. Scott nods silently, his Glock held tightly in his hand as he moves forward. As I reach the side of the hangar with Scott close by, I smell the scent of oil and gasoline mixed with the musty smell of old metal. We exchange another look, and without a word, we strike. One of them is caught off guard as I come up from behind and quickly place my hands around his throat, preventing any cries for help. Scott follows suit, trying to blend in, but his cover is blown when a damn twig snaps under his foot. Before the man can scream for help, Scott swiftly shoots him with his silencer in the forehead. Two down. Al and Shaan move with stealth, swift as ninjas. The sound of their footsteps is the only warning the other guys have before they get pinned down. Dead.
“We need to move before one of them notices something. Team 2,”I say in my earpiece, “The back hangar is for you. We’re moving inside.”
“Damn, it’s dark.” I hear Tim say, and yeah, it’s creepy as hell. The walls are covered in a thick layer of mould, and the pungent smell of urine permeates the air.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if there is a rat’s nest in there,” Shaan whispers. In the background, I can hear the sound of moans and not the pretty kind.
“Do you hear that?” murmurs Scott.
“Yeah, it sounds like it’s coming from that way,” I say, gesturing to the other side of one of the doors. As I glance to the side, I can make out a group of men wearing covers on their faces, sitting on old, rusty chairs. The scene is a strange mix of light snores and oblivious chatter, as if they don’t notice the women chained nearby. Disgusting.
We’re getting closer, moving in the shadows, when I step on something. Everyone freezes in their tracks.
“Shit, what was that?” asks Scott, the sound of the metallic thing still making noise in the room.
“Did you hear that?” one of the guards asks. I hear the rustling of their bodies as they begin to stir, slowly standing up. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The sound of gunfire from their side shatters the silence and startles some of the guards awake.
“Shit,” I swear under my breath. “We need to move faster.”
“Cazzo,” I hear one of the guards say. “Incoming,” shouts another one. Gunfire echoes through the air, seeming to come from all directions.
“Get on the floor,” I yell. The unmistakable sounds of distress and panic coming from the women grow louder and closer.
“They”re here. Behind this door. I can hear them.” I say to no one in particular. “The door is locked.” The sound of cursing fills the room as the shots get closer. We need to hurry if we want to make it out of here. “Take care of them,” I order Al, motioning towards the guard who is nearing us. “I need to unlock this door.” I hold my gun firmly, pointing it directly at the lock, and shout loudly so the girls can hear my words. “Get back.” And I shoot. It takes me two shots for the door to unlock, and horror fills my lungs when I open it. What we saw was just the tip of the iceberg; it’s much worse than that.
“It’s okay. Shhh, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m Spectre, and over there,” pointing towards the guys, “is Slice, Beast, and S.” I direct my attention towards Tim and ask, “Do we have anything that can unlock the cuffs?” He shrugs.
“No, doing it with bobby pins will take too long. You’ll have to shoot in the middle of their locks.”
The air is heavy with fear, and I can feel all eyes on me. Shit, we’re not going to have enough ammo if I have to do that with thirty handcuffs. With tears streaming down her face, one of the women points in the other direction of the room.
“Are the keys over there?” She nods, her whole body trembling.
“Boss, two vans are coming. Targets were eliminated in the back, but more are coming. I’d say you have 5 minutes in total before they’re here.” Ben’s voice crackles through the earpiece, filling me in on what’s happening. Damn.
“Okay, more are coming. We have 5 minutes to get you out of here. Do you think you can move?” I ask them while Tim retrieves the keys from the small cabinet. They all nod in agreement.
I glance at Shaan, asking him silently to take the blanket out from his bag to cover them once they’re free, while Tim hands me the keys without a word. We came prepared with blankets, but clothes and food will be waiting for them in the vans.
The cuffs click open one by one as we detach them from the pole, but the sound of gunshots interrupts our progress. Some women still have the cuffs around their wrists, but we don’t have time to remove all of them.
“It’s time. See them?” I gesture towards Shaan and Al, who just returned. “These men are going to get you out of here, okay? They won’t hurt you. We have several vans outside, and they will get you to safety. Are there other women somewhere?” I can’t afford to make any mistakes, so I need to be absolutely certain before I leave. Chaos is already reigning, with blood streaming everywhere.
“Y-Yes. T-They took An-nia and L-Lola this morning. W-we d-don’t know where,” says one of the women.
“Alright. We will check on that. You’re going to get out now. No matter what you hear or feel, do not look around you. Make sure you keep your focus on the men with you, understand? Do you think you can do that for me?”
They all nod at once. Al and Shaan are quick to react to my signal, and they immediately take charge of the girls. The sound of the shots reverberates through the hangar, growing louder with each passing second. I quicken my pace and swiftly try to open the door on my right. Empty like the two other ones.
“They’re all empty,” says Scott, echoing my thoughts precisely. Despite the chaos of the gunfire, I manage to hear a distinct sound that stands out from the rest.
“Here. I hear noises from here,” I say, moving further into the hangar. I try to open the door, but it doesn’t budge. It’s fucking locked. “I’m going to shoot through the door to open it. Stay back.”
The gunshot shatters the silence. As the door slowly opens, my eyes are met with the shocking sight of two women, their bodies partially exposed and smeared with blood. Damn it. This is not the time to lose your shit in front of them.
“Everything is alright. I’m Spectre. I’m going to get you out of here, but we need to move fast.” While attempting to unlock their cuffs, the deafening sound of gunfire erupts from the main room.
Tim looks over at me, “I’m going. You two, get them out of here,” he leaves before I have time to say anything.
Looking at the girls, I ask, “Can you walk, or do you need to be carried?”
“I can walk,” they say in unison.
“Good. We’re going to put our arms around your waists to support you. Is that okay?” They nod once more. I place my arm around one of them, and she flinches at my touch, not saying a word.
Shivers appear on her skin at my touch. I know they”ve been through hell, and I try to support her as gently as possible, limiting my contact with the little fabric she has on her. Scott and I make our way towards the exit, taking care not to cause any further harm.
“We’re going out. Is the entrance clear?” I whisper into my earpiece, trying not to draw attention.
“Aye, boss, we took care of them,” replies one of my guys.
Just as we are near the exit, a loud ‘thump’ echoes through the hallway, followed by a ‘Fucking hell.’ When I glance down, I’m horrified to see Tim’s body splayed out on the floor.
“Fuck, he’s been shot. Can you take the girls out?” I ask Scott.
“Nuh-uh, you’re not going to get yourself killed.”
“I won’t leave one of my men on the floor. Take it as an order. Get. The. Girls. Out. Of. Here,” I repeat with force.
He sighs but gives me a quick nod.
I don’t look back. Bringing my gun in front of me, I shoot two guards in my way. The bullets whizz through the air, hitting its mark straight between their eyes.
I reach out to Tim and feel the sticky warmth of his blood on my fingers. It’s then that I notice the bullet wound in his shoulder. Damn it.
“Okay, big guy, I’ll need some help over here. Do you think you can walk?” The bleeding gets heavier, but we need to move. And fast. With each passing moment, his breathing becomes more laboured, and the bleeding intensifies. He nods. My attempt to lift him with one arm causes us to stumble, and I nearly lose my grip on my gun. “You good?” I ask. Nodding, we start to move. Slowly. Tim is heavy. The 20-plus stone kind of heavy. A guard comes into view, but I fire before he has a chance to notice us. I don’t look back to see if he’s still alive. We need to get out of here.
“Boss?” Ben’s voice is buzzing through my earpiece.
“Almost out,”I answer back as Tim winces in pain and clutches his shoulder where the bullet has struck him. “Tim has been shot in the shoulder. We need to get the girls to safety and take Tim straight to my da’s mansion.” I’m about to finish my sentence when the hangar’s main door screeches loudly, causing me to turn and see Scott and Al returning.
“I nearly pulled the trigger on you,” I groan, my gun pointing in their direction.
“You’d have been sad with us dead,” Scott deadpans.
“Okay, let’s get out of here.”