Chapter 14 Callie
“You look beautiful, Callie. As gorgeous as your sister,” Elliot announced, leaning against the bar as I approached him.
“Oh, good. We aren’t pretending anymore.”
He smiled. “Yes. It did get rather tedious, didn’t it?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?”
“Only if you want it to be.” His gaze raked over me, missing nothing. “I must confess I wish we met under different circumstances.”
“What kind?” I asked before ordering a glass of red wine. His presence unnerved me, but also pissed me off. This asshole knew what happened to my sister. He was the man who turned her over to a group of ruthless criminals.
The bartender handed my drink over, and I took a sip, always keeping Elliot within view. I didn’t trust him.
“The kind where a certain DOLL Agency allowed me to book your services. I’m rather fond of blondes. They do have all the fun.”
Disgusting pig. I wouldn’t let him rile me up.
“Is that your game? To fuck your way into prison? Seems rather droll.”
His hand tightened around the glass of bourbon he drank, but he never lost his cocky, aggressive smile. “You have a way with words, Callie.”
“Why not tell me the truth? What do you hope to gain by speaking in innuendo? It’s ignorant and tiresome.”
The first hint that I ruffled his feathers surfaced. A sneer replaced his smile. “Maybe this is only a diversionary tactic.”
Right. Like I was stupid and didn’t figure it out.
I batted my eyelashes. “Oh, how silly of me. I never suspected a thing.”
Yeah, I had the market on sarcastic bitch cornered.
Elliot moved closer, taking the seat next to me at the bar. We kept our voices low, but it didn’t lessen the sting or animosity between us.
“Would you like to know how often I fucked your sister? Sadie never said no to me. No matter what I wanted.” His hand lifted and caressed my bare shoulder.
“If you want to see her again, maybe we could have a similar arrangement. I’d love to watch your face as you come.
Such a passionate woman would be remarkable in bed, especially when I have her tied up and at my mercy. ”
How the hell did this man become the mayor of Henderson? How did he rise to the height of popularity? Did money buy every step on the ladder of his success?
“You’re despicable.”
“But I fuck even better.”
“So that’s it. You just want a new doll to play with.”
He shrugged. “I can have any woman I want except for you. That’s incredibly attractive, Callie.”
“And it will never happen.”
“Never say never, my dear. Everyone has a price. You just have to find it.”
“That’s what’s wrong with you. No one has ever said no and meant it.”
“Irrelevant.”
Flustered, I downed the rest of my wine. “I would never consent.”
“Ah, but I don’t need that. Once a bargain is made, I fulfill it.”
What the hell did he mean?
I stood, feeling slightly dizzy. Blinking, I stared at Elliot as the room began to spin. Just as I tipped over, he stood and caught me. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me against his side.
His head lowered, whispering intimately into my ear. “I will have you, Callie Withers. In my bed. On my cock. We just have a little detour first.”
Shit.
I glanced at the empty glass of wine on the bar.
He didn’t.
“Ah, yes. I knew you would watch me, but you never suspected the bartender. A delicious mistake, my dove.”
His tongue peeked through his lips, licking the side of my neck as I struggled to keep my eyes open.
“I have a feeling you won’t disappoint.”
The crowded bar never noticed I didn’t consent to Elliot’s hands on my body or the way he ushered me from the bar, apologizing for my inebriated condition.
I wasn’t drunk. He drugged me!
My vision blurred as I realized someone met us and helped me into a vehicle. My head lolled to the side as Elliot slid next to me. His hand gripped my inner thigh, rising upward, and snaked its way between my legs.
I felt him slide my panties aside, pushing a finger inside me.
A groan fell from his lips. He turned his head, his mouth on mine as he added another, slowly pumping them in and out.
I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t.
“Fuck. I don’t want to wait.”
A dark laugh echoed from the front seat. “If you take her before completing the agreement with Undertaker, I’ve been told to blow your fucking brains all over this car.”
Elliot withdrew his fingers, glaring at the driver. “Fine. I can be patient. I’ll have all the time in the world once she’s mine.”
“True enough,” he replied.
The horror of what awaited me sank in, and I began trembling, unable to stop. A cold shiver ghosted my frame, and remained there, refusing to relent.
Elliot sniffed his fingers and licked them, sucking my essence off the digits. “You will be worth every price I had to pay.”
As my vision darkened, I knew I would pass out. Terrified, I didn’t have any idea what would happen when I finally woke.
Please, Hawk. Find me. I need you.
NO. NO. NO.
This couldn’t be happening.
Fuck!
I lifted a fist, punching it through the drywall with a roar, not giving a fuck that every officer in the club watched me lose my shit. “Sonofabitch!”
“While I understand what you’re feelin’ right now, Hawk, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tear up the fucking clubhouse.” Crow dragged smoke from his cigarette into his mouth, slowly exhaling as he ticked his chin toward the table. “Sit.”
How the fuck could he be so calm?
“Pres, this shit is fucking killin’ me! It’s my ol’ lady—”
“No shit?” Cuckoo asked, interrupting.
I ignored him, continuing with my tirade. “I won’t stand for this! Undertaker has crossed the line! We need—”
“Sit down, Hawk.”
I couldn’t. Too fucking keyed up, I didn’t think I could do shit except ride out of here with my crow and hunt down Callie’s location. Nothing else mattered.
“Pres, I don’t think you—”
“Sit. The. Fuck. Down.” Crow narrowed his eyes. “I’m the fucking president of this club. What I say fucking goes. Or do you have a problem with that, Hawk? Because we can discuss it right the fuck now, SAA.”
Goddamn. “No,” I replied, pulling out my chair to sit at his side. “Fuck. I’m all twisted up, Pres.”
“We can tell,” Claw snickered.
I lifted my middle finger as he pursed his lips, smacking them in a kiss.
Fucker.
“I found our smoking gun, Pres,” Eagle Eye replied as Crow picked up the bottle of Jack in front of him and took a hard swallow. Didn’t even bother to use the shot glass in front of him.
“Well, don’t leave me hangin’.”
“Elliot Goodman owns extensive property in the Las Vegas and Henderson area. He’s been renting out commercial real estate to local businesses. Hold on.” Eagle Eye typed a few keys, clicking away as he flipped the laptop around.
We all squinted at the screen.
“You see it?”
Nope. I bet not one of my brothers here did, either.
“Shit,” Eagle Eye cursed. “How about you, Pres?”
Crow scrubbed a hand down his face. “I had no idea coming back here would be such a goddamn train wreck. Do any of you fuckers know how to communicate? Christ. It’s like a goddamn adult daycare around here.
” He tipped back the bottle and let the amber liquid coat his throat.
“Just give it to me straight, Eagle Eye. We need the information to nail Undertaker and the fucking mayor to the cross and end this bullshit. I’ve waited too fucking long to avenge my pops. My patience is fucking gone.”
Well, shit. Time to stop fucking around.
Eagle Eye nodded. “I feel you, Pres. Been spending every free minute that I have on this shit. It’s taken some digging, but I found a connection between Elliot, Undertaker, and the CEO of the DOLL Agency. They all have the same fake employee and address listed on their financial records.”
“No shit?” Claw asked, shaking his head. “Stupid fuckers.”
“What’s the name and address?”
“The name doesn’t matter. It’s the location. The mayor’s estate in Lake Las Vegas. All the money laundering can be traced back to that fake employee with an invalid social security number.”
Crow pushed the bottle of Jack Daniels aside. “You sayin’ he’s got paystubs for this fake employee leading back to him and his home address? And this employee also works for Undertaker and the DOLL Agency?”
Woah. “How the fuck has no one caught this before now?”
“I’d like to know the same thing,” Raven growled. “Bree was hurt because of this information.”
Eagle Eye shrugged. “I can’t tell you that.
It’s not easy to uncover this information.
They covered their tracks. I’m better at this than most people and more thorough.
Right now, there’s an envelope containing proof of these records being delivered to every major newspaper in the Las Vegas area.
By tomorrow night, the whole state of Nevada will know what Elliot Goodman has done.
The Dirty Death MC and the DOLL Agency will also be implicated.
” He sat back, ticking his chin at Crow. “Told you I had this, Pres.”
“You sure the fuck did,” he agreed.
“And you found all of this on your own?” Raven asked, arching a dark brow.
“Well,” Eagle Eye rubbed the back of his neck. “I had a little help. An anonymous email from a concerned citizen.”
“What concerned citizen?” Crow stared at him as he squirmed in his seat.
“I don’t know. She sent me the idea to look deeper into the fake employee. I would have found it,” he assured us, “but she made it possible sooner.”
“She?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “The fuck, Eagle Eye?”
“It doesn’t matter. The intel provided what we needed.”
Crow gave a stiff nod. “You’re right. I don’t care about the source. What matters is we have what we need to move against the Dirty Death and Undertaker.”
“We do, Pres.”
“You did good, Eagle Eye,” I praised, “but this doesn’t tell me where Elliot took Callie or if she’s with the Dirty Death MC.”
“No,” Crow agreed, “but we’re not gonna stop until we figure it out.”
Caw...caw.
The throaty rattle of my crow sounded distressed outside. He sensed my agitation. Fucking up Undertaker and the DDMC was high on the list of the club’s priorities. I didn’t mind that.
But getting my woman back trumped the club’s decision, and I sure hoped I wouldn’t have to choose.