Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Titan
The dark, dingy strip club isn’t where I want to be, but I know Stormy will forgive me for not searching for her. Thad is still looking, and I have facial recognition software running constantly for both her and Maisy.
When we got back from DC, it took me a week and a half to find this place. Another week passed before I could get this appointment. Now we just need to save these girls, and it will all be worth it.
A server walks up and bends over. Her fake boobs almost fall out of her top. We all order a shot, and she heads to the private bar where a man is standing. I notice he only makes half the drinks before stepping out of the room as the owner fills the entrance.
I can’t make out the details of the group he’s with, but I can see two guards holding what appear to be two women. These are the girls we came to save.
Cronus arranged for himself to be an intermediary between Ahriman and this guy, Diego.
It wasn’t the usual way things were done, but we managed to convince Diego with a little green incentive.
Cronus is in a suit and told Diego he uses a local MC as his bodyguards.
I’m here with Hermes, Typhon, and Poseidon.
The four of us are not only the biggest guys but the most intimidating.
Aries is outside, and we’ve got another backup not far away.
Poseidon leans back in his chair, looking like he doesn’t care, but I can see his body coiled and ready to fight.
Hermes and Typhon stand behind Cronus, making Diego’s asshole guards look like toddlers.
I glance down at my phone as it pings. Aries messages that a SUV has pulled up to the back door.
Something shifts in the air of the room.
I feel on edge, and my pulse kicks up. Cronus and Poseidon must feel it too.
The group at the door begins to break apart.
Two women are exposed, each held by a guard, and I still can’t make out much, only that they’re dressed even skimpier than the last waitress.
One guard leads a petite, dark-haired woman to the front of the bar.
Her hair is pulled into childish pigtails, and she fidgets in her high heels as he stands at her side.
Her outfit is so tiny, leaving little to the imagination.
Cronus sits forward, his eyes focused on her.
I turn my attention back toward the entrance, and that’s when I see the second woman.
She’s on the shorter side, but not as short as the first. She is exquisite, with long blond dreadlocks partially pinned up, a delicate, ivory complexion, and striking red lips.
Her eyes are behind dark-framed glasses.
Her body is visible even though she’s in pants instead of shorts like the other woman.
Something about this woman makes my blood pump hard through my veins.
For the first time since I saw Stormy, my cock reacts.
Tattoos line parts of her exposed skin. She steps behind the bar and begins preparing drinks.
Leaning forward, she says something to the other woman, who shakes her head.
The guard grabs her arm, and I watch as a switch flips inside her. The sexy little blonde turns to him, grabs his hand, and twists it hard until he releases her. She isn’t scared of him. I’m about to stand up to help when Diego steps into my line of sight.
“We had a change of plans. I was going to have Little Maisy dance for you, but her sister decided to step up and take the reins instead. This is a treat. Stormy doesn’t usually get on stage. Are you ready?”
His words register, and I’m up out of my chair. It’s too close to be a coincidence. “Over my dead body.”
Cronus grips my arm, trying to pull me back. “Titan, no.”
I turn to him, but his eyes shift past me to someone beyond. He’s on his feet, gun in hand in the blink of an eye, aimed at the back of Diego’s head, who’s focused on the girl too. I can see the leer in his eyes. Diego wants her.
“Snow,” Cronus says, his deep voice rumbling. I turn and take her in. It’s Maisy.
She drops the tray. Glass shatters around her feet, and alcohol splashes her exposed legs. Diego must not understand how bad the situation is, because he smacks her across the face. She falls to the floor and screams as she lands among the shards.
“You’re just as crazy as your puta sister. You should’ve just danced like I told you to,” Diego yells at her.
Cronus flips the table and grabs Diego by the hand, bending his wrist to the point where we all hear the crack.
“You struck my girl, asshole, and she won’t be dancing for you ever. She is mine,” Cronus yells in his face. One punch to the head knocks the fucker unconscious. “Typhon, you know where to take him.”
Poseidon has a gun pressed into the back of the head of the guard who tried to jump in.
He secures him and will be going to the Hole too.
A secure building near the clubhouse is used for situations like this.
Javier Diego and his men will never see the light of day, and we’ll get the information we need to bring down Ahriman.
As a clandestine unit, we can play outside of the law.
I spin at the sound of a commotion and move into action. Stormy drops the guard she just put in his place. He whips out a knife, and I fire a shot into his leg. I stomp on his hand, breaking it. Then it’s lights out for him as I use my gun to knock him out.
“Got another one for you,” I shout.
Without thinking, I reach over the body on the floor and grab Stormy by the middle. She starts fighting when I pull her to me.
“Let me go, asshole. That’s my sister,” she yells as she swings a fist at me.
“Stormy, stop. It’s me, Atlas.”
She freezes and falls into me, holding on tight as if she can’t stand letting me go. I don’t want to let her go either. She wraps her body around mine, her ankles locking at my back.
When we turn back to the room, Cronus has Maisy in his arms.
“Brock, what are you doing here? How did you find me?” Maisy asks.
The use of his first name makes all of us stop and look. We know his name, of course, but no one except his family calls him that. For this girl to use it tells me she’s important. That and the fact he claimed her as his.
Could he be the hacker who’s been hiding her tracks? Is this the girl he was talking about months ago? I want to question him, but I’m more concerned about how Stormy got here. I need to focus on her and get her out of this place before more of Diego’s men show up.
“Aries, take out the SUV driver and get my transpo to the back. Now,” Cronus barks into the comms. He then turns to me. “You got yours. I need to get mine out of here.”
Maisy hits Cronus in the chest. “Let me go. I’m not yours. You left me to them. Do you know what they did to me? What I had to go through?” She starts crying, which makes Stormy react. She disengages her body from around mine.
“Leave her be. Don’t you hurt her.”
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but you were so young. I had to leave you. Monty swore he’d keep you safe,” he says, but she continues to struggle and almost falls out if his arms. “Snow, don’t make me restrain you.”
Maisy huffs but stops.
“I’ll drop you on your ass before you get the first cuff on her.” Stormy rushes for him, but I hold her back.
She could possibly get one hit in before he drops her. I don’t want to go after my boss to protect my girl, but I will. Crossing Cronus isn’t the smartest idea I’ve ever had, but I don’t always make the wisest choices.
“Stormy, baby, she’s safe with Cronus.”
Stormy turns wide eyes toward me. I love seeing her eyes again, even behind those sexy glasses.
“I don’t know him, and she isn’t happy about seeing him.”
The sight of her natural blond hair startles me at first. I liked the purple, but I love that she’s still rebelling with the dreadlocks. Her five-foot-four frame molds to my body. My cock is hard for her, but I want to give her time. She’s been through a lot.
The plastic surgery changed her facial structure enough to fool all my programs, but it wasn’t overdone.
It’s subtle and only enhanced her already beautiful features.
Up close, in my arms, I can see the scars on her forearms that slightly mar her tattoos.
I can’t wait until she’ll let me bury my face in her neck and breathe in the scent of her.
The earthy, nutty, smoky scent of shea butter.
I’ll never smell that lotion again without thinking of her.
I’ll use it to get myself off until she lets me inside her sweet body.
“I’ll be okay, Stormy.” Maisy’s voice shakes me from my erotic thoughts.
Cronus turns and heads out the back door. Hermes and I go out the front, him taking out a bouncer as we pass through the main part of the club. My hand is pressed to Stormy’s lower back. The feel of her warm skin against mine settles me for a bit.
When we exit, I hand my helmet to Stormy before climbing onto my bike. She hesitates for a moment and glances toward a truck where a large dog’s head hangs out the window.
“I can’t leave Gurgi,” she says, and I need to feel her wrapped around me again, assuring me she’s safe.
I hit my coms link. “Poseidon, is your pops close by?”
He’s Poseidon’s only family, and because of his past life in the military, he understands our unit. Cronus asked him to remain close in case we needed help getting the girls out. We had no clue it was going to be Stormy.
“Yeah, why?” Poseidon’s voice has a bit of an edge to it.
I understand he doesn’t want to bring his father into the fact that we have men who won’t see the light of day ever again, but this is different. He won’t see them or be involved in that aspect.
“Seems the girls have a tagalong that’s going to need to be transported to the clubhouse.”
“He’s about five out.”
“We’ll wait.”
Stormy