“Who the fuck said we care about people that have nothing to do with us?” Brute gets in the guy’s face, reinforcing the name he’s been called most of his life. “We’re only here because your drugs nearly killed his cousin.” He gestures towards Easy. “We don’t give a fuck about anyone else.”
Brute stands, our eyes meet, and I can tell he’s lying. The girls in the fucking video are emaciated, dehydrated, and beaten. Most of them likely won’t survive the week, but he wants us to find them.
Stepping out of the warehouse with the tablet, I contact Swamp. He and Easy are the computer experts, and he’ll do everything he can to trace where the video originated from.
I cut right to the chase. “Swamp, man. Can you piggyback off my phone to get access to another device?”
“Set it up to share your hotspot, and I can.”
I follow his suggestion, and he works quickly, soon gaining access to the tablet. I thought that shit was only for crime shows.
“I’ve got it. What the fuck am I watching?” he mutters. “I’ll have their location by morning. These guys are fucking morons, don’t have a damn clue how to cover their tracks. Fucking amateurs.”
Hanging up, I jog back into the warehouse. “Swamp tapped in. Says he’ll have locations by morning. This asshole can join his friends.” Brute barely allows me to finish before snapping the man’s neck, the crack echoing gloriously around the building.
“Clean it up. Prospects can stay until sunrise, make sure everything burns. Remove the chemicals that will explode first. We’ve got a guy at the junkyard who can dispose of it properly.”
Everyone spreads out to follow Brute’s instructions while he, Axl, and Easy head back to the clubhouse. I remain behind to supervise and make sure shit is handled properly.
Miami and Free take off with the bodies. The prospects set the building up to burn, and I sit back to inspect the fucking pictures Priest is sending me of Logan sleeping naked in our bed. The fucking asshole is a tease.
“Ready, Vik.” Neo approaches with a rag soaked in gasoline, ready for me to light and toss it. Flicking open a lighter, the flame sizzles before catching onto the rag, and Neo tosses it to the side of the building, igniting it quickly and flooding the night in a blazing inferno.
“Stick around, make sure nothing else burns up, be gone before the sirens.” What I like about these prospects is that they fucking listen and can pivot with our directions in mind.
Not once have they fucked up a job they’ve been given. Brute and I have been discussing patching them as members at the end of the summer. They’ve earned our trust in ways no others have. Most of the time, we kick guys to the curb before they can ever get a foot in the door, but these two have stuck like glue.
By the time I reach the clubhouse, the lights are out, the gates are still locked, and I can see that everyone is tucked in bed for the night. Entering my code into the security box, I ride behind the main building and park my bike.
Taking a breather, I sit in one of the chairs around the fire pit to unwind and appreciate the stars above before going inside to find Logan. A few hours inside her body should relieve some of this restless energy bounding through my veins.
I rest my head back against the chair, close my eyes, and count my breaths with each exhale, trying to suppress the need to cause pain to the individuals holding those girls hostage. Kenneling them like fucking animals.
“Viking?” Logan’s soft voice is a fucking balm to my racing heart while also being a trigger for my dick. Feeling her presence in front of me, I reach for her hips and drag her onto my lap.
“What are you doing out here so late, hellcat?” She cuddles into me like I’m the world’s largest teddy bear, and to her, maybe I am. “Fucking naked too.” Growling as my hands map her body, her fingers working between us to undo my pants and reveal my throbbing dick.
“I heard you, and then you didn’t come in.” Her lips, her hot breath, on my throat make me groan as she kisses and licks up to my jaw until our lips touch. “Let me take care of you, please.”
Who the hell am I to say no?
Slitting my eyes open, she waits until I give a clipped nod before sliding down my body and kneeling between my open thighs. Pulling my dick free, she does not hesitate to suck me between her lips. There’s no slow buildup either. This woman of mine is on a mission to suck me dry as fast as she can.
Bobbing her head up and down, taking as much of me into her mouth as she can, her hand manipulates what her mouth can’t take until I’m ready to explode. Her teeth sink into the spongy head of my cock, making me jump and grab a chunk of her hair while her eyes showcase her amusement.
“Get up here and ride me, hellcat.”
Watching as her eyes dilate with pleasure, she moves slowly, rubbing her soaked cunt across my dick before gradually sliding down the length. A moan spills from both of us as she swivels her hips back and forth.
I cup her tits in my hands, holding them up for my mouth. Sucking and biting until it becomes painful to her and she tries to pull away. “I don’t fucking think so, hellcat. These tits are mine, and I’ll treat them how I want.”
“Viking, it hurts,” she whines, and a chuckle behind me alerts me to Priest’s appearance.
“She likes when it hurts. Don’t let her fool you.” He strips out of his clothes before standing behind our woman. “Just like she’s going to hurt while we fuck this tight-ass cunt together.”
“Fuck.” My body liquifies at his words. I’ve been dying to do that since my eyes landed on her juicy ass. “You’re going to be so fucking tight.” Groaning into her tit, I bite until I taste blood and feel her pussy spasm around my cock.
“Anything,” she hiccups, “you want. I’m yours.”
