“Yeah, you fucking are,” he grunted as he picked up his pace.
And I did. I came so hard I didn’t even realize he had finished as well for longer than I care to admit. When I did return to reality, Duke had freed my hands and had me tucked into his side while he caught his breath.
“You okay, sugar?”
“Fuck yes. Now, I need you to wash me off in the shower.”
And wash me off he did. Three times, actually. Because he made a mess the first two times.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Reese
For the next week, I did exactly as I promised. I stayed at the clubhouse, let an officer know if I was going outside, and stayed out of trouble. But enough was enough. A week had gone by and from what I could tell, they didn’t have anything new. I overheard Byte talking about some secret code language, but he spotted me in the hallway and stopped talking before I could hear anything useful.
I was beginning to lose my patience with the whole thing. I had been confined to basically a bedroom for six weeks after the wreck. The day I was given the okay to walk again, I was locked down at the clubhouse. I knew they would eventually get to the bottom of things, but they weren’t doing it fast enough for me. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Knowing Ember was a shit liar, I asked her if she would watch James while I helped Harper color her hair. She readily agreed, understanding that I didn’t want James around all those fumes. Next, I found Harper and asked her if she would be willing to help me with something that we would eventually be caught for and would most definitely piss off the brothers. Lucky for me, Harper had a little bad girl in her and was more than happy to help out.
I got James settled with Ember and made sure the coast was clear. Most of the brothers were at the garage or out at the farm. Ranger was at the bar, possibly sleeping, and two of the prospects were playing video games in the common room. Harper and I tiptoed past the bar and down the hallway, coming to a stop in front of the door that led downstairs to the cells.
“You keep watch and let me know if anyone is coming. I just need a minute or two to get this lock open,” I told her while pulling out my lock picking set.
She grinned. “Nice. Will you teach me how to do that sometime?”
“Hell yeah. I think you’ve just officially become my partner in crime,” I chuckled. I got to work on the lock and not even a minute later we were quietly closing the door behind us. I turned back to Harper. “You know what’s down here, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s like their little jail or something. I assume we’re going to see the girl who took James, right?”
Surprised by her knowledge, I stumbled over my words, “Uh, yeah, that’s right.” We continued down the stairs and made our way to the cell that contained Melissa.
Harper gasped when she saw her. “You!” she screamed, pointing an accusing finger at the bitch. “You did this shit?”
“You know her?” I asked.
Harper chuckled darkly. “Yes, I know her. She’s Shannon’s sister, but more than that, she’s the bitch who made my life hell until we moved away. What is your fucking problem with my family?”
Melissa sat up on the bed and looked at her fingernails. “I didn’t have a problem with your family, Harper. It was just you. You know how much I like John.” She looked up and smiled cruelly.
Harper turned toward me and winked. I had no idea why she did that. She stepped forward and tapped her chin with her index finger. “Oh, that’s right, you have a thing for Duke, have for years. But he never wanted you, did he?” Melissa’s face started to redden.
“He even told you that, several times, if I remember correctly. Then, he up and married your sister. Your. Sister. It must suck to be that not wanted.”
Melissa jumped off the bed and flew to the bars of the cell. She wrapped her fingers around the bars and started shaking them as she screamed. “You shut your fucking mouth! You don’t know what you’re talking about. He did want me. He had to marry my sister because I wasn’t old enough. If you weren’t stupid enough to get yourself kidnapped, he would have married me when I turned 18. But nooooo! He had to save your ass, so he married Shannon. Then, you took him away from Arizona. Away from me. And now I have to contend with this bitch,” she pointed a finger at me and snarled.
Harper placed her hands on her hips and casually said, “You think I’m the reason he’s not with you? He didn’t stay here for me. Hell, we don’t even live in the same state now as it is. He just didn’t want to come back for you. He didn’t want you then and he doesn’t want you now. What? Did you really think kidnapping his son would make him want to be with you?”
“No!” she screamed. “I wanted him to think Shannon did it so he would finally divorce her and marry me! And you, having his baby and then refusing to fucking die! What is with you people? No one is working with me on this. But that’s okay,” she cackled, “that’s why I always have a backup plan.”
“Enlighten us, oh crazy cunt, what is your grand backup plan?” Harper asked flatly.
Melissa smiled knowingly. “Nemo.”
“Nemo?” Harper and I asked at the same time.
Still smiling, she nodded and sang, “Nemo’s coming.” She kept singing it over and over and over.
Suddenly, another voice interrupted us, a voice that was decidedly unfamiliar. “I can’t take this anymore. Reverse it so she’ll shut up. That’s all you need to do!”
