Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
MAVERICK
“Come on, Sweets, let’s get out there,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to Nevaeh’s neck.
I pull out of her tight, sweet pussy, wishing I had more time than what I do to enjoy every inch of her.
But shits going down and I need to deal with everything so I can finally have time do just that.
Take my time like I did the night before.
Fuck it feels like it was more than that with all the shit that keeps piling up on us.
“Okay, I just need to put my panties back on and pull on the sweatpants,” Nevaeh states, twisting to look at me with a bright smile that’s like a sucker punch to my gut. My woman is beautiful always but when she smiles, fuck if it don’t do something to me.
I stuff my cock back in my jeans ignoring the discomfort since I’m still hard wanting her more and kneel in front of her, picking up her panties before straightening.
“How about you just put the sweatpants on, baby,” I suggest, liking the idea of her not having anything on and I can easily slide those pants down and get to her pussy quickly if and when I want more of her.
“But what if the pants slide down?” Those eyes of her widen.
“They won’t. I’ll make sure of it,” I tell her and reach for the pants. “Here, put them on and I’ll tighten them for you.”
Nevaeh draws that bottom lip in between her teeth and nods.
I hold the pants open, and she holds onto my shoulders while stepping into them.
I get them up over her waist and pull the drawstring tight enough the sweatpants won’t fall.
Stepping back, I take in my woman and how she looks so small right now.
I watch her as she slides her flipflops back on and picks up Gizmo.
“I’m ready when you are,” she remarks, her face flush from me fucking her the way I did.
“Right.” I grin, take her free hand in mine, and pull her out of the room before we can continue some festivities that will involve her flat on her back and me deep inside her.
The two of us barely step in the main room before Pirate steps forward and takes Gizmo from Nevaeh.
“About time,” he grunts and glares.
“Hey, he’s mine,” Nevaeh snaps, and goes to reach for the damn cat.
“Maybe so,” Pirate smirks, “but I’m stealing him whenever he’s here at the clubhouse.”
“No, you are not.” Nevaeh glares. “Give me my cat back.”
“Nope.” Pirate spins on his heels and starts walking away as he reaches in his pocket to pull out what looks like a treat for the cat.
“You’re bribing my cat into liking you more than me.” Nevaeh huffs, stomping her foot. I try to keep from laughing, but it’s hard considering how damn cute she looks. “Give me back my cat now, Pirate.”
“You’ll get him back, later. Think of it as shared custody.”
“Are you kidding me?” she snaps and whirls around to face me, motioning with her arm in Pirate’s direction. “Do something.”
“What do you want me to do, Sweets?” I cock a brow and cross my arms.
“Get my cat for me.” Narrowing her eyes on me she takes in my face and starts glaring. “You’re not going to help me, are you?”
I drop my arms, move in her space, and lean in. “After we handle business, I’ll get your cat for you, baby. Right now, we’ve got shit to discuss and you need to calm down so we can do that.”
“Fine.” She huffs and tries to pull away, but I don’t let her. I keep an arm around her and press a kiss to the top of her head while turning my attention to those in the room.
I notice Nevaeh’s family standing not too far away, her brothers glowering at me while her mom smiles and her father looks to the ceiling. Near them are Viking and Fawn. Next to my Prez is Sabotage and he’s pacing, eyes hard.
“What do we know so far?” I ask, my question directed to no one in particular.
“After getting here, I started a deeper search.” Pirate speaks up, sitting back at the table, Gizmo in his lap.
“I was able to find the auction is to take place in two days. It’s online, and the notice states that once the bidding is concluded the broker will have what they win to them within a week. ”
“So, time’s of the essence.” Wrath grunts.
“Yeah, guess you can put it that way.” Pirate nods.
“What about . . .” Nevaeh tenses and steps out of my grasp. I glance at her, and the way she tenses stops me from finishing my question while I take in her pale features. “What is it, baby?”
“You’re looking for a guy that’s supposed to be the broker, right?” she asks, licking her bottom lip.
My gut tightens, and she drops her gaze, twists, and seems to scan the room before she finds Peyton.
“Remember when Veronica sold you? It went through the broker first.”
I turn my attention to Peyton to find her nodding and stepping closer to Ice who wraps his arm tightly around her.
“What about it?” Peyton asks softly.
“There were two men there?”
“Yes.”
The two both seem to pale further.
“Nevaeh . . .”
She twirls around and faces me. “I know who the broker is and it’s not just one man.”
“Who is it? Did you just remember this?” I demand, watching her closely.
“I’d been thinking about it since you all mentioned him, but what got me wondering was the auction time frame Pirate mentioned.”
“What’s so important about it?” Sabotage growls.
“It’s my brother, isn’t it?” Daghda speaks up, looking furious.
“What?” Viking demands, brows furrowed. “I thought he’s the one who sold her off?”
“He is, but I have two brothers. Dermont and Drystan,” Daghda explains.
“The two of them share a different mother than me. My mother passed away during childbirth with my little sister. We lost both of them. My father met and got with, but didn’t marry, my brothers’ mother.
Dermont and Drystan are twins, and their mom took off with them when they were four.
Dermont came back when he was eighteen and joined the club.
Drystan never did. Last I looked in on him, he and their mother were living not too far from this area.
I believe he’s right on the Florida-Alabama state line. ”
“I had Dearg, one of our brothers, look into Dermont’s phone records and computer,” Banshee states, stepping forward to stand next to his father.
Head held high. “He’s been in constant communication with Drystan, and we were able to get a hold of his text messages.
According to them, Drystan was hired to handle a job by a man called Bishop. Does that ring a bell?”
“Motherfucker,” I snarl, my lip curling as I look around to all of my brothers. The air in the room thickens and it’s not good.
“Makes sense.” Pirate growls, getting everyone’s attention.
“Though, I didn’t know this information before now, what I was going to say is that whoever it was hit facial recognition.
I got a hit on the guy and Daghda’s right.
It was a man named Clad, who works for Drystan, who broke into the offices and stole the computer. It’s all connecting.”
“Well, how the fuck do we find these fuckers and get Ryann back?” Sabotage snarls. Nostrils flaring.
“Dad,” Fawn murmurs, placing a hand on his arm.
“Not now, sweetheart.” Sabotage steps away from his daughter and shakes his head. “We don’t have time to wait around and figure all this shit out.”
“He’s right.” Grimm grunts, standing behind Apricot as she holds Justin in her arms.
“Well, how are we going to do that?” Nevaeh asks.
“We aren’t gonna do shit,” I declare, narrowing my eyes on my woman. The very thought that she’d ask that shit pisses me off. “You’re gonna let us do what we’ve got to do and stay safe here at the clubhouse.”
Nevaeh bites her lip and fidgets with her hands in front of her.
“I hate to say this,” Peyton speaks up, getting everyone’s attention.
“What is it?” Ice asks his woman.
“They want Nevaeh as much as Ryann. They’ll do anything to get her and if they want Gianna as well, they’ll stop at nothing to find her.”
“Gianna’s good where she’s at,” War states, curling his lip. “It’s been reported to me that she’s been placed in a safe house at the hands of one of the Satan’s Keepers MC members’ cousin, Finnegan.”
“Right, but that won’t stop them from searching for her,” Peyton remarks and looks to Nevaeh. “You know, because you protected both Ryann and me, they’ll stop at nothing to get what they want. Including taking out the club if need be.”
I take in what she’s saying without saying it and curse under my breath.
“So, what we need to do is put Nevaeh in hiding until this is all over with. Until we get Ryann back.”
“I’m not going into hiding,” Nevaeh snaps, shaking her head. “I won’t do it.”
“Nevaeh, if it means keeping you safe and alive, then that’s what you’ll do,” I remark.
“No, Maverick, I won’t.” She meets my gaze with a determined one of her own, even with tears in her eyes. “I don’t want to go back to hiding and being scared out of my mind. I’ll do whatever you guys want me to, but I don’t want to go away. This is my home.”
I give her words a moment to sink in and nod with a sigh. “You’ll do whatever you’re told to do?”
“Yes,” she whispers, nodding.
“Fine, but warning you now, Nevaeh, if things go further to shit than they are, your ass is going to a safe house. You got me?”
Again, she nods. “I got you.”
“Good.” Pulling her in my arms, I hold her tight and look to Viking and the others. “What’s the plan to find and get Ryann back?”