34. CHAPTER 29
AXL
The building I’m watching with the guys is a rental property two miles from the Carter estate.
One of six belonging to an LLC that Crew traced back to a shell company registered in Delaware.
On paper, it looks clean—just another rental property in the portfolio.
But the properties appear to be used for dealings the Sinclairs want us to look into.
We’ve been sitting in the dark for three hours. Priest is sitting on his bike, cleaning his nails with a blade. Crew and Kase are parked a block away, watching the exits on the other side.
It’s looking more and more like David Carter has something to do with this, which would explain why the Sinclairs wouldn’t trust Justin anywhere near it.
In the weeks since the Sinclairs gave us this assignment, we’ve spent most of our time at the remote cabin doing research or staking out buildings associated with the Ravens of interest from the original list.
I pull out my phone and check the camera feed from our suite.
She’s exactly how I left her. Her chest on the bed with her knees beneath her.
She has her thighs tied together with a belt and her arms are out in front of her, bound to the headboard.
From this view, I can see the plug in her ass.
I push the button on the app in my phone and watch her squirm.
That isn’t a regular plug, it’s designed to tease her.
My girl is going to be soaked for me and ready to beg when I get there.
I told her I was fucking that ass as soon as I returned home.
Leaving her tied up there was the best option.
I’d rather know she’s tied up in our bed instead of wandering the house listening to more bullshit from Tracy.
I haven’t heard from my father again, but I also know he isn’t ready to drop the issue.
My cock stirs just watching the feed. I turn off the device in her ass and lock my phone before shoving it back in my pocket.
“Is she where you left her?” Priest smirks at me, then continues with his blade.
I shove his shoulder. “Ready and fucking waiting.”
“We have movement over here.” Crew’s voice comes through my earpiece, interrupting whatever smartass thing Priest might have said next. “There’s a black sedan pulling into the side entrance.”
I lift the long-range camera and focus on the car. David Carter steps out of the driver’s side in one of his power suits. He adjusts his cuffs and walks around to the passenger door.
The girl he pulls out can’t be much older than eighteen. She’s thin, wearing a short party dress, and she doesn’t look at him when he grips her arm and steers her toward the side door. She keeps her eyes on the ground and follows David’s lead.
Fuck.
I press the shutter, and the camera clicks six times before they disappear inside.
“Got him. And the girl he has with him.” I want to beat the shit out of the fucker.
Priest taps his blade on the handlebars. “Should we fucking go in there?”
“Dane said not to engage yet. We have to plan this out. The woman could be from Velum.” I get why he wants to go running in there if there are captives.
None of us like the idea of men taking women as sex slaves.
Paying for a willing partner isn’t the same crime as keeping someone against their will, and I need to know which one this is before we move.
“Crew, get the plates on that sedan and run them tonight. Just in case.” I lower the camera and rest it against my thigh. “We’ll comb through every bit of information we have about this building. And we’ll come back with more tech to determine how many people are inside and where they’re at.”
“Got it. There’s nothing else on our side.” Crew confirms.
Priest slides his blade back into his boot and crosses his arms over his chest. “So we sit here with our dicks in our hands while Daddy Carter does whatever the fuck he wants in there.”
“We sit here until Dane tells us otherwise.” I check the time on my phone. We’ve been out here long enough, and I’ve got somewhere to be. “I’m not blowing this because you’re bored.”
“I’m not letting this bullshit slide because you’re fucking the man’s daughter.”
“Fuck you, Priest,” I shout at him. “Do you think I give a fuck what happens to David fucking Carter?”
Priest holds my stare for a second, then shakes his head. “No. I don’t.” He rolls his shoulders and grips his handlebars. “But don’t pretend you haven’t gone soft for your girl.”
“I haven’t gone soft for shit.” I shove the camera into the bag harder than I need to.
“Sure.” Priest grips his handlebars and watches me with that look he gets when he thinks he’s right. I always want to punch it out of him. “Keep telling yourself that’s all it is.”
I don’t answer him because there’s nothing to answer. I own her. And if I don’t want to quit playing with her, that’s my goddamn business. I’ll do what it takes to keep what’s mine. Isn’t that what any man would do?
“We’re done here.” I strap the camera bag down and kick my engine over. “Crew, pull out. We’ll regroup at the cabin tomorrow.”
“We’re packing up now,” Crew replies. “Go ahead and we’ll catch up.”
Priest and I start our bikes, taking off back toward the mansion, and ride in silence. Crew and Kase catch up a quarter mile down the back road and fall in behind us.
“Hey, Axl,” Crew calls out over the comms. “Should I be concerned that I’ve been fucking your future wife this whole time? You aren’t going to snap my neck are you?”
Priest’s laugh makes me want to run him off the fucking road.
“She’s not my future anything.” I grip the throttle harder. “And I don’t give a shit what you do with Tracy.”
“Good. I don’t love the bitch, but I still need a pussy to fuck.” He laughs. “She has started telling anyone who will listen that she’s the future Mrs. Axl Hollister.”
“She can tell people whatever the fuck she wants. It doesn’t make it true.” The wind cuts across my face, and I lean into the next turn. “There’s not a chance in hell that I’m marrying her.”
If I have to marry, Saylor’s going to be my wife. And my father is just going to have to accept that. Hers too.
Nobody continues talking. The trees are thick on both sides of us out here, and there’s no light except our headlights carving through the dark.
The bike vibrates under me, and my mind goes right back to the camera feed. She’s been tied to that bed with a plug stretching her ass, waiting for me to come home and do what I promised.
Almost there, little heathen.
What will she think when she finds out about our investigation into her father? I try to let the engine noise fill my head and stop thinking about what it’s going to mean if David Carter’s mixed up in this shit.
Saylor doesn’t talk about her father often. I don’t know much about their relationship. But he’s still her father. If he’s doing what I think he’s doing and all of this is exposed, it’s going to impact her. And I won’t let that fucker do anything that will harm my girl.
We take the last turn, and the mansion comes into view through the tree line. I park in the underground lot and kill the engine. The guys pull in around me.
I remove my helmet and set it on my seat, then pull out my phone and open the app. I press the button to the plug and watch her body jolt on the screen. Her back arches, and her hips rock forward. My girl is going to be more than ready for me.
I lock the phone and slide it back in my pocket, leaving the device on.
Crew pulls his helmet off and runs his hand over his hair. “When are we going to update Dane?”
“We’ll request a meeting in the morning. We need better surveillance on that building to see what’s going on.” I unstrap the camera bag and sling it over my shoulder.
Priest swings off his bike and falls in step beside me. We walk through the underground lot toward the elevator in silence. Our boots echo off the concrete and stop when we reach the elevator. The doors open, and we step inside.
Priest hits the button and leans against the wall. “For what it’s worth,” he says without looking at me, “I don’t actually think you’ve gone soft.”
I lean against the other side, leaving Kase and Crew standing between us. “I fucking haven’t.”
“I think you’re fucked.” The doors open on our floor, and he steps out. “Your dad isn’t going to take no for an answer.”
He’s not wrong about that either. Adam Hollister expects to get his way. But that’s tough shit for him.
Crew and Kase split off toward their rooms. Priest gives me a nod and then continues on to his. I punch in the code to my room and push the door open.
It’s time to spend the rest of the night playing with my heathen.
I can hear her before I see her. The device is doing its job, and she’s moaning into the pillow with her fists clenched around the rope.
Her knees are shaking under her, and her hips keep rocking forward against nothing because her thighs are belted too tight to spread.
She’s chasing it, but she can’t get there.
I drop my bag by the door and lean against the wall to watch her. She hasn’t realized I’m in the room yet. Her back is arched, and her skin is flushed. I can see how wet she is from here. Her pussy is swollen and slick, dripping down her legs.
My cock is so hard it hurts.
I pull my phone out and turn the device up. She cries out, and her whole body jerks against the restraints. Her shoulders pull tight, and her fingers twist in the rope, and she grinds her hips forward, desperate for friction she can’t reach.
“Axl.” She gasps my name into the pillow. “Please.”
“Did you ask for me, baby?” I keep my voice low from the doorway and watch her head snap to the side. Her eyes find me and they’re wild. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from where she’s bitten them.
“Please.” Her voice cracks. “I need to come.”
“I know.” I push off the wall and pull my shirt over my head. “But you’re going to come with my dick in your ass. I’m going to make it feel so good you’ll kneel at my feet and beg me to fuck this ass again.”