Chapter 21 Declan #2
“You’re such a dick,” she says, her eyes dancing with amusement.
“Actually, two things. Reading, which you clearly know about, you fucking stalker.
" She gives me a pointed look. “The other thing I haven't done in years. Mom and I used to drive out to the outlook up at the top of Captain’s Hill. At night, the stars are so clear, and with the waves below…” She trails off, chewing her thick bottom lip.
“Freedom.”
She just gives me a strange look, and I can see the walls that Fallon has had so fortified around her start to come down.
She hesitates a moment, seeming unsure of whether or not to share what seems to be haunting her.
I wait patiently until she speaks again.
“I don't think I could enjoy that kind of freedom anymore.”
“Why do you say that?” I keep my voice low, doing everything I can to keep those walls of hers down.
“That night I can't fully remember, when I was attacked, that bastard took something from me. Getting away now wouldn't be freedom without taking back what he stole.”
My mind is reeling with possibilities of helping her take something back. I am pretty good at breaking in and leaving places without a trace. If we can find out who he was, I can get back whatever he took without much issue. “What did he take? I’m sure we can help you get it back when we find him.”
She chuckles quietly, which has me confused.
“Well, that was why I was trying to find you. He took my safety. I can’t go in public without looking over my shoulder.
I can’t go out for drinks without being hyper aware of not losing control.
I think about it every single day.” She stares at the table.
I turn my chair to face her, then reach down and turn hers to face me. Her eyes meet mine and I know I am gone for this girl. This girl who is so strong and brave, and carries around this burden without allowing anyone to know. I just want her to allow me to help.
“What would you want us to do when we find him?” I slide my hands into hers.
Her face hardens, and my stomach sinks thinking that I just said the wrong thing.
That is until she speaks again. “I just wanted Cerberus’s help to find and catch him.
The rest I want to do. I deserve to get my revenge.
I want to confront him about what he did.
Maybe I’ll feel safe again when I carve out a pound of flesh. ”
A wicked smile covers my face. “Sounds like a plan, Siren.”
My phone goes off, interrupting the conversation. A pop-up notification from Declan appears. I swipe it, revealing an image and file for Officer O'Brian. Declan is apparently making some progress.
Fallon sees this and turns to me. “Why is the cop so important?”
I take a breath, Teo would kill me for this. “This has to stay between us. Matteo would shit a brick if he knew I was sharing this with you.”
She nods, miming zipping her lips.
“You remember what we told you about Luna?” She nods again. “Well, we’re working on getting our own pound of flesh and he’s a part of it.” I point at the screen.
It must be her turn to be calm and open because she quietly asks, “What did he do?” in a way that isn’t prying and is full of gentle support.
“We reported her missing to him, and he essentially dismissed the case, claiming she was a runaway. He even disregarded the evidence we provided. When we saw him at the meeting with Clay, it clicked that he played a role in her disappearance. I was able to dig into him and found that he has a ton of cases where he did the same thing. He closes them without an investigation. Runaways, assaults, even a few murders. Evidence never makes it to processing. But he’s slick.
He’s never the last one to touch any of the evidence officially.
When I found his offshore accounts, I realized he wasn’t doing this alone.
Someone is paying him to be a fixer of sorts.
” Her eyes stay on me as she listens, her thumb stroking mine as she holds my hand.
“How many people has he done this to?”
“There are at least ten cases a year that I can link to him, probably more that I can’t. And it has been going on for at least fifteen years.” Her eyes widen in response.
I clear my throat, ready to change the subject.
I can't spend too much time thinking about this.
It makes me itch to hurt someone, and it's not what I want to focus on right now. “Come on, let’s get out of here, I want to show you something.” I grasp her hand and pull her to her feet, then lead her upstairs to the third floor and my cave.
Nerves jump in my stomach. Why am I nervous to show her this? Because she matters.
The lights are off when we enter, per usual, and instead of turning them on, I flick a button by the door that starts up the neons.
I watch her reaction – her eyes sparkle, mouth opens slightly as she takes it all in.
Warmth fills me as I pull her farther inside.
There are two chairs close to the desk and a couch on the far wall.
I take a seat in my gaming chair, expecting her to take the other. Instead, she perches herself on my lap.
I wrap one hand around her waist, toying with the bottom of her shirt, as I use the other to fiddle with the computer mouse, waking up the systems that bring more light into the room. She meets my gaze over her shoulder, and smiles. “So what did you want to show me?”
My throbbing cock for starters. I grind into her ass, leaving no questions about how she affects me. “This and that.” The images from various security cameras show us what’s taking place at each location that we’re monitoring.
“Damn, how many cameras do you need?”
“You do know what we do for a living, right?”
She grinds her ass back into me. “You mean kidnapping is just a side hustle?”
“Fucking brat.” I squeeze her hip. At this point, I’m so hard I think I might explode.
“What is that?” Her change in tone directs me to another screen.
“I have cameras watching the docks and all of the places that Helix owns and operates.”
“I would ask how you got access to all of that, but I probably wouldn't understand your answer. How else are you monitoring Helix?”
“I’ve had AI malware installed in several of their systems for a while now. It monitors communication and flags any patterns, specifically things that are unusual or out of place but consistent. Then we look closer into the individuals involved that have been flagged.”
She nods in understanding. Her eyes zero in on one of the screens. “What is going on there?”
“That was a few weeks ago. I keep rewatching the footage for something that might link this to whoever runs the operation.” Her eyes are taking in every detail, every girl that is drugged and bound, and the men standing around armed.
When a car pulls up, I hear her sharp intake of breath.
Suddenly the camera goes black, just like every time I watch it.
“What happened?” She twists around, something I can't quite place in her gaze.
“I think they had a signal jammer in that car. Part of why I’m having trouble getting anything after this one car arrives.”
“Do you know whose car that is?”
“Couldn't get a clear enough image of the plate to freeze and run before it cut off.”
Her quiet voice answers, “It’s one of Helix’s company cars.” She won't meet my eyes.
“How do you know?”
Biting her lip, she clenches and unclenches her fists before answering. “The small symbol on the side mirror.” Shit, I didn’t even catch that. “Paired with the dent in the front that I may or may not have put there when a mailbox got into my way.” Her cheeks flush a rosy hue.
I can't stop the laughter welling in my chest. “I am never letting you drive.”
“Well, it’s hard to drive a car when you can't leave the house.” She pokes me in the chest, before growing serious again.
“A lot of people have access to those cars. It’s going to take more than a company vehicle to convince me that my father is the head of a trafficking ring and using Helix Enterprises to cover it all up.
” I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince me or herself, but I suspect the latter.
I tap her leg and encourage her to turn around to face me so that her legs are straddling my lap. “What if I take you with us on Sunday to see for yourself?”
Biting her lip, she grinds her pussy on my throbbing dick.
Leaning so that her tits press against my chest, she puts her mouth on my ear and whispers, “Only if I get to ride the bike.” Her teeth catch my earlobe causing a hiss to escape me.
The image of fucking her over my bike has me thrusting up against her. Too many clothes.
“Anything for you, Siren.”
She plants small kisses down my neck. “Anything?” There’s a challenge in her tone. She leans back, meeting my gaze head on. “And what if I ask you to make me come?”
I rise with her still wrapped around me, and walk her over to the couch, lowering her slowly onto the cool leather.
My knees connect with the ground as I prepare to worship at the altar that is Fallon Helix.
One of my hands slides into her thick dark hair to cradle the back of her head.
I lean down, keeping my lips a breath away from hers as my other hand skims down her stomach to the button on her jeans.
When my lips descend on hers, I flick the button open.
The sound of her moan sends a surge of desire through me. I trail kisses along her jaw and down to her neck, where I can feel her pulse galloping in beat with mine. When I release her, her eyes follow my every movement.
I tug at her jeans and she lifts her hips so I can peel her tight pants and then her panties off. She moans as my hands trail down her thighs.
I kneel between her legs and she props up so that I can strip off her tank top. Her black lace bra hits the floor with the rest of her clothes, leaving her completely exposed.
I drink in the sight, taking my time to memorize every curve.
Fuck, this girl is something else. I lower myself to her, my mouth claiming hers.
Those soft lips feel like sin, and I can't help but nip at them.
Her moan spurs me on as I trail kisses down her neck.
When I get to those perfect tits, I groan as I take in the sight of her.
I lower my mouth over one peaked nipple.
“So good. Don't stop.” Her back arches off of the black couch.
I swap sides, giving the other one the same attention. I could do this all day. I grind my hips against her, the friction is sending me into a frenzy. Continuing my trail south, I plant little licks and nips down her belly. Meeting her gaze, I pause when I reach her perfect glistening pussy.
“Yes,” she rasps, and I devour. My tongue circles her clit, flicking over her nub again and again.
“You taste just as sweet as I imagined you would,” I say against her, loving how wet she is for me. “Such a pretty fucking pussy.”
Her legs start to shake as I hold them down.
I run my tongue over the length of her slit in a slow, teasing motion.
Every time I come back to the top, I circle and flick her clit again and again.
“Please… fuck… ughhh…” She’s so close. I plunge two fingers into her tight, pulsing pussy as I latch onto her clit, sucking it into my mouth and rub my tongue up and down.
She cries out as her whole body shakes. Her fingers grip my hair, holding me against her. As if I ever want to leave this spot.
Slow licks bring her back down, drawing out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
God, this girl is stunning when she comes.
As her breathing starts to settle, I rise over her, enjoying the heat in her eyes as they watch my thumb wipe the moisture from my lip.
Biting her own lip, she runs her hands under my shirt.
“My turn.” She sits up, fisting my shirt and tugging gently before standing to switch positions with me. When I’m sitting, she pulls the black fabric of my shirt over my head. Fallon places a hand on my chest and pushes me to lie across the couch, then straddles my lap. Fuck yes.
My hips pump up and down, grinding on her soaking pussy.
She leans down, trailing her lips down my body, mirroring what I just did to her. When she gets to my sweats, I lift my hips so she can pull them down. She only does so far enough to grasp my dick. Her gasp of surprise brings a smirk to my face.
“Pierced? I’m not going to hurt you, am I?” She explores the piercing at the head of my dick. The entire length throbs in her hand as she strokes up and down.
“Everything you’re doing feels amazing.” My eyes roll back when she circles the crown with her thumb.
I stop breathing when she takes it between those full lips.
Her mouth is hot and wet as it envelops me.
She pumps up and down with her mouth, then impresses me when she takes seven inches into her throat. I bury my hand in her beautiful hair.
“Good fucking girl,” I groan, completely at her mercy.
My orgasm is so close as I watch her take me to fucking heaven, every inch of me tingling with the sensations, every muscle tightening in anticipation.
And when she looks up at me, those bright green eyes full of lust, her mouth full of my cock, I lose it.
Pushing her down harder, my dick shoots hot spurts of cum deep in her throat. She moans, taking it all.
She sits up after swallowing like a good girl and licks her lips. “Thanks for dessert.”