Chapter 31
Shooter
The screams of one of the mechanics we picked up from a shop echoed around me. But my attention was pulled in a different direction. She hadn’t responded back to the message. It was read like an hour ago.
“Daryl, this could be so much better for you if you just give up the name of the people who’s paying you.” B.B. said with his usual charm, but there was a cynical side to him. I pocketed my phone, knowing that I needed to tend to business first.
I trudged back to the man in the chair, hands behind him, a trail of blood from his temple. We had gotten word that the shop he was working for had an interesting shipment of specific tires and had a recent order.
Blaze was able to get the tracking number and we just happened to have followed the trail. It’s amazing when a plan comes together.
I gripped the man’s chin, tilting it back up so he could see straight into my eyes. He wasn’t trying to move or give any hints that he was writhing in pain. It was my favorite thing to watch, that and seeing Amelia sprawled out in my bed looking like the goddess she was.
“One simple name, and this nightmare could end.” I offered, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
He still shook his head, hiding the answers we needed to try to end this once and for all… again.
“You think they are going to show you loyalty? Like they’re some kind of knight in shining armor?
Wake up, my friend, they used you. They can find other low life’s, trust me.
” I shoved him away, pulling out my knife from my boot.
“I’ll tell you what, you give us a name or even better a phone number, and I won’t slice you up like a butcher with a fresh piece of meat. ”
“Low life? Takes one to know one, fucker,” he spit at us. “I don’t have anything you want.”
My brows furrowed. I didn’t have time for this; the club had better things to do and I had other people on my mind.
I’d probably regret this, but times calls for a desperate measure. I quickly extended my hand, grabbing his throat, feeling his heartbeat beat against my fingers. It raced faster and faster with panic.
B.B. stepped in. “Shoot, you think this is a good idea? I need to keep you out of jail.”
“They’d have to catch me first.”
“Yeah, but knowing you, you have a certain ol’ lady that you need to make your ol’ lady. And you can’t do that behind bars,” he whispered.
I tightened my grip on Daryl, my patience ran thin. “I suggest you start fucking talking because your life depends on it.” There was heat in my voice, a warning that my demons were on the verge of coming out to play.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Daryl tried to say again. But before I could retort, B.B. threw a right hook. I stood there looking at B.B. like he lost his damn mind.
He shrugged, “What? I got better things to do than to hear him deny again that he had nothing to do with the tires again.”
“You have better things? Like what?”
“I have a show to catch,” he muttered.
“A show? What show? At Feathers? Hank said he had seen you a few times when he came to collect money.”
He straightened up, “Some things you just don’t need to know.”
I raised an eyebrow. It was unlike him to not divulge his personal life amongst the crowd, especially since the man never shut up.
“Well, Daryl, it looks like your timeline has decreased. Last chance. Who the fuck ordered the tires?” I pulled the knife closer to his jugular, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down. He wasn’t getting away, and he sure wasn’t walking out of the place alive.
He remained silent as B.B. stalked behind him, clamping down on Daryl’s shoulders.
I glided the blade across his skin, pressing along it. “Tick tock.”
He roared but died down to a whimper. “Fine. I’ll tell you.”
I looked back up at B.B. who wasn’t letting loose of his shoulders. “Talk.”
He sniffed, trying to clear the snot that was running from his nose. “I have a name, but it’s not the main boss or whoever.”
“Who.”
“De Santo. A family connected to the mob. I don’t know, man,” he stuttered.
Of course it would be the fucking rumors coming true. The mafia was coming to steal, taking away things they didn’t work for nor deserved.
“What about them?” I pressed the blade further against the skin, barely nicking it.
“Supposedly they came from Boston, trying to expand or something. I don’t know, one of their men came to see me a few weeks back and offered me bonuses for the work and keeping a low profile.” He began singing like a canary.
I nodded to B.B. as he let go of Daryl and pulled out his phone to pass along the message. While alone with Daryl, I had one last thing to accomplish.
His beady eyes stared into my soul, looking for an ounce of hope that he would be free. I wasn’t granting that freedom.
“I appreciate the information, Daryl.” I started to loosen the blade on his skin. “But one thing about the Saints’, we don’t leave loose ends.”
He started to stutter and with eyes opened wide and a piercing scream that soon was silenced by the swipe of my blade.
My eyes burned with the bloodlust, watching the crimson mixture spill along his neck and down his dirty, oil greased clothes.
His blood would have made for the perfect shade of red for my paints.
I grabbed the rag from across the room and wiped off the blade.
A deep sigh broke me from my thoughts. “You couldn’t have waited?”
“I thought you had somewhere you wanted to be?” I pinned to B.B.
“Yeah, but I wanted to watch.”
“No, you like to play with your food. We’d be here for another fifteen minutes.” I smirked, securing the knife away. I looked back at the lifeless body. “Dead men can’t lie anymore.”
“Hound Dog said to leave him as a warning.”
“As long as Greene takes our name off the reports and everything else, I’d say that’s a mighty good plan.”
A warning, a threat to walk away.
“He said he was reaching out to his brother for help.”
My face twisted in confusion. “How is Memphis supposed to help?”
B.B. crossed his arms, throwing a smirk in my direction. “Apparently his club president may have a lead or a connection.”
“What the fuck is this world coming to?” I muttered, wiping my hands on my jeans. I grabbed my phone, seeing no notifications on my phone, no missed phone calls or messages.
“Why does it look like someone kicked your puppy?” B.B. asked.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket, thinking of my next direction. “Don’t worry about it.”
He sighed. “Fuck me for being a nice guy.” He hung his head. “Just go. I know you have been itching to get out of here.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll catch the next show.” He simply smiled. I clasped my hand on his shoulder, giving him a curt nod and seeing myself outside the warehouse door. Thank God I took my bike and he took one of the trucks.
As I straddled my beast, I unlocked my phone finding the camera app and clicked it open. Yeah, I didn’t get rid of the cameras nor did she ask me to get rid of them. I was concerned over the silence from her, until I saw her resting fast asleep in her bed.
Then suddenly I get a brilliant idea and a few minutes down the road, I was a block away from her home and I knew what I wanted to do. At least, an idea we both talked about, not like she wasn’t already wanting it.
I quietly drove up to her driveway, thanking the fact that the deadbeat ex wasn’t home or I’d be tempted to take care of that business.
I unlocked the front door, carefully opening it, making no sound but my soft breathing.
I locked and dead bolted the door. I wanted my time to be uninterrupted by anyone.
I heard the soft snoring sounds from her, curled up in a blanket. I peeked at the shirt she was wearing, smiling, thinking she wanted a piece of me as she drifted into a deep sleep. Her little aurora mood light cascading an array of color, illuminating Amelia’s tired face.
I looked around the room; although she had cleaned it, it still appeared like a whirlwind blew through it.
Her scrubs were all over the place, and I was tempted to do a load of laundry for her so she’d had fresh scrubs.
But something at the corner of my eye caught my attention.
A small green notebook, facing down on her dresser.
When I picked it up, my eyes widened and my heart raced with anger. My body tensed seeing a log of money she was accounting for. I knew she was paying off the debt from her ex, but the number on the last line, which was up to date, appeared to be larger than what she hinted at.
All that time she told me she was almost done, and I wanted to respect her doing it her way, even if it killed me inside.
The fucker had been gambling even more and losing more and more money, putting her in even more of a hole that she couldn’t even climb out of. She was hiding this from me, even after the camera incident and saying that we wouldn’t lie or hide from each other.
Was she waiting for the right time?
Was she fearful that I would overreact?
Was she holding back anything else?
Did she not trust me?
Tit for tat, peaches.
I gently put back her little notebook, stripped off my cut and shirt. I put my holster to the side, the only danger at that moment was me teaching her never to hide from me again. Not when we had the threat of a mafia family and how easily they could slip into our neighborhoods.
Her phone lit up, shining with missed messages from me and some of her nurses at the hospital.
I noticed a little calendar app showing her a few things on her to-do list. One in particular, I marked as completed, one of the last few steps of making her mine.
The animal in me salivated thinking about making her wholly mine, one and for all.
Gently sliding her blanket from her grasp, I then opened the bedside table drawer where her fun little surprises awaited to come out and play.
Even in my T-shirt, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever want.
I rummaged through her little night stand drawer, finding the handcuffs that she played off that she never had and quietly and softly bound her wrists to each other.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
I waited to see if she would stir from the movements; when she didn’t, I trailed my lips over her ear. “Bad girl, not telling me.”
Amelia never moved. Just looking at her, there were endless possibilities.
I climbed onto the bed, nudging her legs apart.
“Oh, definitely bad girl for being so bare.” I traced my fingers along her inner thighs, even in sleep she was waiting for me.
A small spot of wetness appeared on her upper thigh.
Whatever she was dreaming, I hoped it was of me.
My fingers teased her pussy lips, brushing against her clit. I debated whether I wanted to play and edge her, but my own hunger got in the way.
With her legs spread for me to feast, I leaned over and hovered over her clit, and gave a soft kiss because that was the only thing that was going to be gentle.
And if my cock had anything to say, I’d be buried deep in her already.
I knew my beard was going to tickle her thighs, but that just added to the excitement.
I gave her pussy a long lick, getting the first taste of her on my tongue, and then I dived in like my own buffet. She felt me, I knew she did when she pushed her pussy further into my face. I circled around her thighs, holding her tight in place while still deep in her own dreams.
I flicked my tongue for her sensitive clit and was rewarded with a soft moan.
She was about to wake up to a sight unimagined.
I dived back in, eating her pussy until those moans became louder as one of my hands rubbed her clit at the same time.
She bucked against the touch. My eyes flicked to her face, watching her start to wake up.
Her hands tried to reach me, almost on instinct.
If she wasn’t dreaming of me before, she was then.
I pulled away, knowing she was very, very close. I continued to rub her clit in small circles, and then a single cry of my name made me smile. She wasn’t fully awake, but once I buried myself in her, things would be changing.
“That’s right, peaches, you know who you belong to, who can give you this.” I unzipped my jeans, pulling out my cock, enough to pull my pants down to line myself up to her pussy, wet and ready for me.
I climbed up her body, hovering over her, spreading her more with my knees, until I was able to sink in her. I watched my cock disappear slowly in her, her pussy gripping me. I hissed out a, “Fuck.” She was tight. She was fucking perfect.
I pulled out slowly, watching Amelia’s mouth softly open.
I started to fuck her nice and slowly, waiting until the perfect time to pick up speed.
My hand slipped under the shirt, palming her full breasts, rolling her nipple with my fingers.
That got her attention a little more as her eyes fluttered open.
“There she is.” I smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips gently.
She whispered, “Shooter?” her voice was still groggy from sleep.
“You know who it is, peaches,” I said.
“What… what are you?” she started to ask as my cock thrust into her, stretching her. “Oh, fuck.”
“Such a sleepy girl.”
“I thought I was dreaming you were waking me up.” She moaned, as she tried to separate her arms to wrap them around me. She didn’t get very far.
“Waking you up in the best possible way.” I nipped at her ear.
It didn’t take long before her first orgasm fluttered around my cock, but I wasn’t ready to spill into her. At least, not yet.
“Shooter…” she cried, riding out her orgasm. I continued to thrust into her. The little vixen tried to wiggle her arms up and touch me, thinking this was a passionate play, but I pinned her arms above her head, and her eyes fully opened.
“I’m here to take care of you. To show you that you’re supposed to come to me with your troubles.” She tried to piece it together, and then opened her mouth to argue. She wouldn’t get the chance to, not when her sleep eye mask was stuffed in her mouth. “You had your chance to talk.”
She whimpered, completely at my mercy.