Chapter 12 #2
“She will be punished too, so will Colton, who had my wife’s pussy dripping all over his hand earlier.
How do you think it looks when all of you have gotten your hands on her, but I haven’t?
” He sounds angry, and he grunts before Tristan moans even louder.
“Mario threatened Addi again tonight. If he doesn’t have video of me fucking her by tomorrow, then he’s going to let that bitch play her sick games with her.
We’ve come so far, we can’t let that happen. ”
Xavier sounds angry and desperate. I wonder who the bitch is. Probably the nanny Penny told me about.
“Fuck that,” Tristan snarls angrily. “No one touches our baby. Just tell Tori, she won’t want anything to happen to Addi.”
“I don’t want her to fuck me out of pity. I want her to fuck me because she wants to,” Xavier growls, “but first, I need to take some of my anger out on you so I don’t hurt her.”
I hear Tristan scoff between pants. “Please, Tori is one kinky bitch. I bet she’d love to secretly be punished by you.
Always in control, always the one making the decisions.
I bet it would be a relief to just let go for a change.
She’s wound so fucking tight, she probably needs a little dominant loving in her life.
I bet she’d purr like a kitten for you.”
I step back and scowl at the mostly closed door.
I don’t have a submissive bone in my body.
He can keep his dom shit to himself. I turn and hurry to the library, knowing Xavier is going to discover I’m gone, but there is nothing I can do about it now.
I have to meet the others. When I enter the secret room, I grab the burner phone I previously used and a couple of mags for my gun, tucking them into a pocket of my jacket.
Next, I press the keycode into the door I hadn’t shown the others.
I didn’t want them to know that there is a way out without anyone knowing.
It swings back, and I enter the small alcove, pulling it closed behind me and hearing it click shut.
I climb into the hole in the wall and brace myself as I push off.
The slide is smooth and fast, and I must hold my breath the whole way, because when I reach the bottom, a rush of air escapes my lungs when I land in the foam pit.
Taking a moment to steady my racing heart, I wade through the foam and climb out of the pit.
Instead of heading straight to the tunnel, which will merge with the main one, I walk toward the wall and enter the code into the panel again, and a small hatch opens, allowing me to enter the back of Sage’s grow house.
The smell of weed, stale water, and decay hits my nostrils all at once, and I wrinkle it.
Sage would be so fucking upset if he smelled that.
Up until a couple of days ago, his helpers have been coming in to look after his plants, but I’m betting Suzy and Ben gave them a heads-up to go into hiding like the rest of our crew.
The lights and water are on a timer, and I’m hoping we can get this all wrapped up quickly so that there isn’t too much work for them to get it thriving once they return.
I pick up the pace, jogging through the tall plants before I get to his work bench.
I pause and reminisce about all the times we spent in here, with him working his mad scientist mojo while he cultivated and spliced and muttered to himself, and I curled up with a book on the comfy armchair he placed in the corner especially for me. God, I miss him so much.
My eye catches on a canister that is sitting off to one side.
It’s the strain we liked to share while down here, and I grab a little baggy and open it, pulling some of it out before putting the lid back on.
I tuck the bag into my pocket along with the gun mags and keep moving.
When I get to the main hangar of the warehouse, it’s empty except for a few spare vehicles we keep down here.
Going over to the pegboard, I bite my lip as I consider which one to take.
Knowing I need to move quickly, I grab the set to the Ducati Panigale.
The machine is a beast and fast as fuck, and it will make weaving through traffic a breeze.
Snatching a helmet off a nearby stand, I shove it over my head before taking my gloves out of my pocket and putting them on.
I will be unrecognizable now if any of Mario’s crew are stalking the streets.
I hurry across the empty hangar and throw my leg over the bike before putting the key in the ignition.
The bike grumbles to life as I turn it, and I kick the stand and use my feet to move it forward, pushing the key code into the control panel.
The huge cargo doors slowly roll upward, and the lights in the tunnel start to flicker on, moving away from me.
I don’t wait for the door to rise all the way, but once there’s enough room for me to squeeze under, I kick the bike into gear and rev the engine, releasing the brake.
The bike takes off down the lit corridor, the journey quicker than in a car due to the speed I can go on the bike.
When I get to the lift, I flick the little button on the bike, which activates the mechanism, and I rise into the cave, the floor parting to let me through.
As soon as it stops moving, I gun the bike forward again.
I have a fair idea of where I need to go.
Once I get there, I’ll pull out my phone and put the address into the maps app.
Hopefully Mickey is already there. I’ve decided not to tell him about Carla and Dad—not yet, anyway.
There is no point when we have no clue where they are being held.
I’m still hoping Mario will bring them out of hiding to reprogram the Russo safe network to give him access.
Failing that, I’m counting on Colton to find their location.
I have faith that it will only be a matter of time until he discovers their whereabouts.
The journey to Suncity and through the outskirts passes in a blur.
I’m practically on autopilot as I guide the bike past an occasional car and through fairly empty streets to the suburb the address is located in.
Once I reach it, I pull to the side of the road, allowing the bike to idle quietly while I dig my phone out of my pocket and plug in the address.
Taking note of the directions, I realize I’m not far from it, so I drive the bike a little farther before pulling into a parking bay located on a side street and shut it down.
Climbing off, I pocket the keys and leave the helmet on the seat.
There’s no one around, and if the helmet gets stolen, I won’t be particularly concerned.
I’ll ride home without one if I have to.
Turning my back on the bike, I jog in the direction of the address.
It’s a street over and down two blocks. The dim streetlamps light my way with an occasional house still with a light on, but mostly, the suburb is quiet and still at this time of morning.
I startle a dog who starts barking his head off, but I keep going, hoping the owners just think a cat set him off.