Undone

by Brook Wilder

  Chapter Forty Eight

  Amber

  I stood at the window and watched as Diesel interacted with Khloe. What the hell was she doing here? Surely, Khloe would be back at her small condo under close watch by the authorities. Someone – I wasn’t going to guess who – had sent a lot of information on Khloe’s business to the police, and now she was being checked out. She had been arrested but hadn’t gone to trial yet. One of her arraignment orders had been not to approach any of the girls she’d once had working for her.

  That had gone out the window now.

  What business did she have with Diesel? I could only hope nothing and that Diesel was telling Khloe to shove it somewhere the sun don’t shine. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with the bitch. My tolerance as my pregnancy went on was practically non-existent now. I was more than prepared to put a gun to the bitch’s head if that meant she left us alone.

  Anything to protect my child.

  After a short while, Khloe was backing away. Throwing one nasty look up at my window, she jumped back into her car and spun its wheels, turning the car around so the gravel sprayed up and splattered Diesel and his bike. I could hear Diesel cursing as Khloe drove away with a loud squeal of tires.

  I rolled my eyes and wandered back to the bed, tugging off my t-shirt. What a bitch.

  I was settled back in the bed, naked, when Diesel came back in.

  “I saw Khloe,” I said, holding the duvet up to my neck.

  Diesel paused, glancing towards the window.

  “You were supposed to stay in bed.”

  “I went to the bathroom, and I saw you two.”

  Diesel sighed. His jeans were specked with dust, his hands dusty as well as he unbuttoned them.

  “She wanted to try and threaten me. She thinks she’s actually got a hold on something for leverage.”

  “You think she’ll actually follow through?”

  “She can try. But she’s got to go through us.” Diesel shucked off his jeans and kicked them aside, wiping the grime off his chest. He had scars peppering his torso from his beating, including one long scar on the underside of his ribs. “We’re not interested in entertaining her bullshit, not after what she’s done.”

  At least there was that. But I was distracted by the sight of Diesel’s body. He was leaner than before, but still full of compact muscle. And his cock… My mouth still watered at the sight of it, long and thick as it stood up proudly.

  My pregnancy had had some good points. My appetite for sex was bigger. I could barely keep my hands off Diesel, even though I was supposed to rest. And the orgasms… God, they were intense. I pushed the duvet aside and crawled slowly across the bed towards him, watching as Diesel’s eyes darkened at my approach.

  “She has many fingers in many pies,” I murmured, taking Diesel’s cock into my hand.

  “Maybe she does.” Diesel’s breath hitched as he thrust into my palm. “But she’s no match for us.”

  “Really?”

  I didn’t wait to hear an answer. I licked around the head before sliding my mouth over his cock. I felt him touch the back of my throat before I pulled back, sucking him back into my mouth. Diesel groaned. His hands threaded into my hair, and his hips began a gentle thrusting. I swathed my tongue around his shaft, grazing him with my teeth.

  I loved how he tasted, how he moaned.

  It was powerful, having a man like him trembling in my mouth.

  Diesel growled and hauled me up, pulling me against his chest. His kiss was fierce, but it had me shivering, moaning, and clutching at his shoulders. Diesel drew back, desire clearly etched into his face.

  “You don’t think you’ll be too sore after last night?” he rasped.

  I took his hand and slid it between my legs. “I think you’ll find I’m more than ready.”

  Diesel’s eyes widened. Then they closed as he shoved two fingers into my pussy. I gasped and arched into him, my cunt tightening around him. Diesel’s mouth traced a line down my neck to my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. He knew that just playing with my breasts was enough to have me coming within moments.

  And it didn’t fail now. I cried out as the orgasm rippled from my body, leaving me shaking as the intense heat enveloped me and left my whole body feeling like it was on fire.

  Diesel laid me down on the bed, swirling his tongue around my breast. Then he switched to the other nipple, his fingers thrusting into me while his thumb rubbed my clit. I could feel the arousal twisting in my belly again and I writhed, partly moaning and partly whimpering.

  Diesel lifted his head.

  “Marry me.”

  It took a moment for me to comprehend what he had just said. Right at this moment, I would have allowed him to do anything.

  I smiled and cupped his jaw. “Yes. Always.”

  Diesel’s eyes seemed to glow. He kissed me, sliding his hand from my pussy and up over my hip.

  “I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon,” he whispered against my mouth.

  I grinned, turning as Diesel urged me up and over, adjusting me onto my hands and knees.

  “I don’t want you to.” My breath hitched when I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. I pushed back, feeling Diesel’s hands on my hips. “Make me come again.”

  “With pleasure.”

  Diesel’s cock slid into me. I yelped and moaned, feeling his cock stretching me. My hands clenched into the duvet as Diesel hammered into my pussy, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. I pushed back, matching his thrusts.

  I wanted this, needed this.

  Diesel was relentless, his hands running across my back, my breasts, and down to my hips. Anywhere he could grab.

  He was coming moments before I was. I shrieked, bucking against Diesel as he came inside me. His hand went between my legs and circled my clit. That was enough to push me over to climax. My head and clit felt like it was about to explode, and I was struggling to catch my breath as I screamed again and again.

  God, it was delicious.

  Diesel was the first to slump over, taking me down onto the bed and spooning me from behind. His cock was still inside me, still hard, but he was content to hold me, kiss my neck and shoulders as his hands roamed my body while his trembled.

  I wasn’t about to complain about it. It felt far too good. As long as we could do it again shortly.

  THE END

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  Sydney

  I eased into the chair, my coffee cup in my hand. I had overdone it at the gym the night before, trying to push my leg presses to the max. This morning, I was feeling the effects of my overzealous workout, to the point where I’d had to roll out of my bed this morning.

  “Overdo it last night?”

  I looked over at one of the officers, Luke, who had apparently just watched me lower myself in the chair.

  “Shove it, Luke. You only wish you could press what I was.”

  Luke chuckled, holding up his hands.

  “Whoa. Syd. Don’t take it personally. I was just wondering if you needed a massage later on, that’s all.”

  I threw a pencil at him, a grin on my face. Luke was one of the officers that I actually liked here at Cibolo Police Department, and, while others would view his comment as sexist, I didn’t. Luke and I had already gone down that road, the handsome officer trying once or twice to get me to date him.

  While Luke was gorgeous, I wasn’t interested. I wasn’t back in Cibolo to shack up with the first man I laid eyes on. I was here to focus on my police career and build a reputation here.

  Better than my last reputation.

  Heaving a sigh, I brought my cup to my lips, a
llowing the hot liquid to warm my insides. Most would say that I was crazy, coming back to my hometown, but the badge on my chest gave me the support I didn’t really need for people to take me seriously. All my life, I had been quiet and unassuming, not one to be noticed in a crowd, and spent the majority of my younger days in my room, with a book in my hand. I didn’t have many friends growing up, nor did I care to.

  I had just wanted to survive.

  And then… well, I had become notorious overnight.

  “Warren! In my office!”

  I shook out of my thoughts, nearly upending my coffee all over my uniform, as the chief’s voice cut through the air. I set the cup on my desk, wincing as I stood and walked to his office at the back of the department. Chief Turner was a heavyset man with a storied thirty-year career in law enforcement. When I had applied for this job, he had not wanted to hire me, stating that people who worked in their hometown tended to turn a blind eye on the happenings. I had promised him that I had no intentions of doing that. I would uphold the law in every aspect, doing my best to make Cibolo safe for the next generation.

  Most of all, I had no intentions of giving anyone a break here. They hadn’t done it to me back then, and while I was not bitter about that any longer I knew that it was a dog-eat-dog world in the small Texan town.

  Why would I treat them any different?

  “You yelled chief?” I asked innocently, sitting on the worn leather chairs in the stifling office.

  The air conditioning had been acting up again at the station, and no number of fans were going to blow out the warm, humid air. It was only eight in the morning, and I was already sweating under my bullet-proof vest.

  “Funny, Warren,” Chief Turner said, narrowing his gaze at me. “I have a case for you.”

  I sat up just bit straighter in my chair. A case? I had only been with the department for four months, not planning on getting anything but the beat trails for at least a year. While I longed to be a detective one day, I knew I would have to work my way up in this department to get that privilege.

  Chief Turner drummed his fingers on the scarred wooden desk while I waited for him to say something, anything, knowing he was biding his time.

  And making me go insane.

  “I debated on giving this to you,” he finally said, leaning forward.

  I could smell the pipe tobacco he liked to smoke, the heat starting to become stifling in the small office. I was going to need another shower before this day was over with.

  “But this could be your big break,” he continued, pushing the file to me. “And I think you have it in you, Warren, to be me one day.”

  “Thank you sir,” I stammered, surprised.

  “You’re welcome,” he said gruffly. “Don’t let me down Warren. Remember that oath you took.”

  I nodded, my heart racing in my chest. This was my moment to shine for this station, to cement a new reputation in Cibolo. Eagerly I grabbed the file and opened it, only to find one sticky note.

  The chief chuckled as I read the name on the sticky note.

  Amy Travis.

  Oh, I knew that name.

  “You didn’t think it was gonna be that easy, did you Warren?”

  I swallowed, shutting the file.

  “I wouldn’t imagine it to be chief. What do you need me to do?”

  If he was surprised, he didn’t show it.

  “Ms. Travis is here right now. I have her in one of the interrogation rooms. She’s looking for her missing sister. I need for you to find her.”

  I nodded tightly, standing. He was testing me. Well, I was going to show him that I was smarter than he thought I was. I was going to solve this missing person case faster than any other man in this department and prove to him that I could be chief one day.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Good luck,” he said, dismissing me.

  I walked out of the office and toward the interrogation rooms, clutching the folder in my hands. Amy Travis was the oldest child of Grant Travis, a well-known leader of one of the many bike gangs that were in and around Cibolo. The Devil’s Horsemen MC was a prominent gang in our area, fierce but not as deep into illegal dealings as many of them were.

  I hated them all.

  Straightening my shoulders, I kept on toward the room. It didn’t matter. Every citizen of Cibolo, no matter how corrupt, deserved our full attention, and I couldn’t hold it against them. I had grown up in a far different manner, in a loving household that sheltered me as much as it could from the horrors of reality.

  But now, I knew all too well what the world brought and how it could shatter someone in an instant.

  “You can do this,” I whispered to myself as I reached for the knob to the room.

  I had overcome so much to get here, and I wasn’t about to allow this stop me. Pushing open the door, I looked at Amy Travis. She was older now, her long hair draped over her shoulder and hiding the tattoo that covered one shoulder, the end barely sticking out under the curls. She was dressed in a tank top and ripped jeans; her feet clad in boots that were stretched out in front of her in a relaxed pose.

  But it was her eyes that were wary, moving over me as I walked in the room and shut the door. There were layers of hardness to her, some I knew she had built around her to protect herself from her father’s choice of profession.

  “Ms. Travis, I’m...”

  She cut me off with the wave of her manicured hand.

  “I know who you are, Sydney. You look well.”

  So, that was how it was going to be.

  “So do you Amy,” I said, pulling out the chair across from the table and seating myself. “How is the family?”

  “Dad is good,” she said with a sigh. “But Hayley is the reason I called Chief Turner.”

  Hayley was Amy’s younger sister, a hellion even when I was here six years ago. She thrived in the limelight of who her father was and didn’t mind using that name to get her what she wanted.

  “Hayley’s missing,” I said flatly, putting two and two together.

  Amy nodded, losing some of her bravado. I could see the underlying worry in her eyes now, the lines of exhaustion on her face. Despite what Amy’s family stood for, I sympathized with her. To have a family member missing had to be devastating and, knowing what the Travis family dealt with, had to be even more of a concern. One of the other gangs could be using her as leverage, which didn’t bode well for Hayley’s sake.

  There were things I had seen of what could happen when a family member got caught up in this gang war, and it wasn’t pretty.

  I pulled out the pad that was tucked in my shirt pocket, finding my pen.

  “Tell me what happened.”

  Amy blew out a breath.

  “You know Hayley. She’s always running her mouth, boasting about who she is and what her father can do. I’ve told her to shut her trap more than once, that someone was going to use it against us one day, but would she listen? No of course not. She likes the attention she gets, and now it could be her downfall. Stupid, stupid girl.”

  I listened to Amy, catching the undertones of sadness in her voice. She was truly worried about her sister.

  “Has anyone contacted you or your father?”

  She shook her head, looking down at her nails, which were painted fiery red to match her lipstick.

  “No. The last person to see her was her friends when they were at the mall two days ago. They said she got in her car and drove off. She never made it home.”

  I jotted down the specifics, though my stomach twisted at that thought of what the young girl could be going through.

  If she was even still alive.

  “Who do you think took her?” I asked softly as Amy sniffed away the tears in her eyes.

  Amy laughed hollowly.

  “You tell me, Sydney. Anyone could want to make a name for themselves by snatching Grant Travis’s daughter. The cartel, the brotherhood, the brigade; they all have it out for our family, wanting to be on top of this a
rea.”

  I shifted in my seat, knowing that unfortunately she was right. We had a number of lethal gangs in the area, some that made my skin crawl to think about. There seemed to always be a turf war going on, over who could make the most waves in the communities without getting caught, and I wasn’t about to remind Amy that her father was one of them. While they weren’t into some of the heavier stuff, such as sex trafficking, they were still no angels.