by Crimson Syn
I stood there for a few minutes before washing off and getting ready for work. I had errands to run for Wolf and I needed to hit the road following those leads Ryan had been talking about. Not that I didn’t trust Ryan Simon, the President of the Death Row Shooters had gotten our backs more than we could count. But I needed to make sure I wasn’t following a dead lead. I had shit to do and Gabriela Cristiano was definitely not on that list.
Putting on my leather bound jacket, I sauntered over to the door. As soon as I opened it, Gunner and Knox just waltzed right in. I stared at them as they chatted to themselves, not even greeting me in the process. I watched as they went into my kitchen and started ransacking it. I slammed the door shut and they both looked up at me.
“What up D!” Knox nodded at me while he downed my milk, guzzling it straight from the carton.
“Fucker, use a glass!”
He shrugged and placed the damn milk carton back into the fridge. It was always the same with these two. Ever since I got back they kept tailing my ass. I knew what they were doing and they weren’t very good at hiding it. If Wolf’s orders were to follow me, then these fuckers were going to trail behind me for as long as it took.
“You know, I’m leaving. If you want to follow me, that’s fine, but I gotta get the hell out of here.”
Gunner smirked. “Where you headed?”
“None of your fuckin’ business.”
“You know we’re gonna find out anyway. Just tell us, D. We’ve got your back, man.”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten, really trying to simmer myself down. “I’m headed to the boardwalk. There’s a guy there who may be able to give us some Intel. Anything else you gentlemen would like to go run to Daddy about?”
Knox smirked. “Look man, we just follow orders.”
I shook my head and headed toward the door. “Lock the fucking place up when you leave.”
A few minutes later I was cruising down the California coastline towards Ventura Beach. My man Charlie stated he had information on La Cruz and I was going to see if it matched what Ryan Simon had brought over. I parked my bike on the side of the road and went up to the local bar on the Pier. I spotted him sitting in a back booth taking a sip of a beer. I made my way towards him and slid into the booth across from him, always making sure to check my exits and face that entrance. Charlie already knew my routine which is why he wasn’t sitting in my seat.
“Hey man, how’s it goin’?”
I gave him a quick nod in response. “It’s goin’. What do you have for me?”
Charlie was an FBI agent, a good one. I’d saved his life once and now he thought he owed me. Every once in a while I asked for his help and the kid always came through. Never asked any questions either, which is exactly how I wanted it.
He pulled out a manila envelope and slid it towards me. “You’re gonna want to see this.”
I frowned and watched him carefully, his eyes stayed glued to the envelope. I opened it and slid out the contents. The very first item had me immediately on edge. I was staring at the picture of the one person I had been searching for, for years. Liam Calvaro was sitting across from none other than Juan de la Cruz. They looked like they were in a deep, chummy conversation.
“Where the fuck did you get this?”
“A week ago, over in Santa Monica. Fucker’s been going up and down the coast making sure not to leave tracks. Problem is, he got involved with the one man who’s on everyone’s radars. An anonymous call was made about Liam Calvaro and I got lead on it. At first I thought it was bullshit, but when I spotted him myself I couldn’t fucking believe it.” He leaned in and pointed at the picture. Lowering his voice he took a quick cautionary glance around us before speaking. “And then to be spotted with La Cruz, fuck man you know what this means?”
I glared at the picture, my hand slowly fisting it. I’d finally found the fucker. “Who’s seen this?”
He locked eyes with me. “Just you and I.”
I nodded and quickly put the contents away. “Let’s keep it that way.”
I stood up and went to walk away but Charlie hooked his hand onto my forearm. “You’ve got a week.”
I stared down at him as he slowly met my eyes. His look was firm and his grip tightened on my arm. “I’m not playing around this time. I’m keeping this shit to myself for now. But not forever.”
For the first time, I realized the kid had more gumption than I ever saw in anybody I’d met. He helped me, but he was by the book. I nodded and patted him on the back.
“I’ll contact you.”
He nodded and went back to sipping on his beer as if nothing had transpired. Tucking the information into my waist I pulled down my sunglasses and made my way back to my bike. I shook my head as I spotted Knox and Gunner leaning up against their bikes watching me.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Gunner shrugged. “Talk to Wolf man. I’m sure he’ll like to know what you’ve got hiding in your back pocket.”
“Fuck you,” I snarled and hopped onto my bike, speeding the fuck out of there. I knew they were behind me but I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I had finally found what I’d been searching for and my time had finally arrived.
2
GABRIELA
“I miss sex.”
“What?” Chastity stared at me and rolled her eyes.
“Come on, Gabriela! It’s not like you haven’t dated.”
“Yea, but it’s not like I slept with all of them. Fuck I haven’t had any in what…three years!”
I watched as Chastity nearly spit out her beer. “Three years! Fuck!”
I took a sip of my Long Island and gave her a far off look. “I want that hot sex, you know? That raw, up against the wall, hair pulling, lip biting, wet raunchy hot sex.”
Chastity hit my arm and nodded at the men who were sitting a few feet away from us. I turned and my eyes locked on the one man who stirred every fiber in my being. I felt Chastity leaning in, “They may have heard you.”
I smirked and sipped on my drink as my eyes remained glued on Diesel’s. “I sure do hope so.”
“Jesus, Gabriela!” She shook her head and laughed at me, but I ignored her. I was too busy staring at the giant yummy muscle man next to me.
There were girls dancing up on the stage and I watched as their manager, Jade, ran around bossing Knox around and making sure her girls were okay. The DJ suddenly blasted a really good song and Chastity grabbed onto me. She already had enough to drink, but I let her buzzed ass drag me up onto the closest stage. I didn’t care since it was secluded from the rest of the club and it was small. Scarlett, Wolf’s wife suddenly appeared and laughed.
“I miss dancing!”
I shook my head and let myself go. Wolf and Gunner glanced up, their eyes glued on their significant other while the rest of the members minded their own business. All the members except for Diesel. His eyes were solely on me, and I couldn’t help but take advantage of the situation. I swayed my hips back and forth, my hands lifting my hair up and letting it fall sexily across my shoulders. I even dipped down a time or two, getting up slowly and giving him a sexy show.
He knew I was watching him, that I was dancing for him. He gulped down the whiskey in front of him as he watched as I rocked my hips back and forth, rotating them to the beat of the music. Suddenly he slammed down his glass, yelled out a goodnight and walked out of the lounge area. I knew I had worked him up, yet he had left. He was always running away, always avoiding me. I shook my head and jumped off the stage. I quickly made my way to the ladies room trying to get myself back together. I looked at myself in the large mirror and sighed. I was thirty six and starting to feel a bit needy and very much lonely.
My career had taken the best out of me. And although I’d managed to make a name for myself, I’d gotten lost in it. Now here I was, thirty-six, single and finally realizing there was more to life than locking up the bad guys. I had forgotten about me along the way. I sighed and made my wa
y back out dodging several dancers and couples heading towards the back of the club. I was looking in that direction, wondering what in the world was back there when I slammed into what felt like a brick wall.
My fingertips slid against the hard planes of muscle and I slowly looked up to see who had blocked my way. He stood there for a long heated moment, and I couldn’t move as his dark eyes penetrated my very fucking soul. I don’t know who moved first, but one second we’re standing in the dark hallway and the next I’m getting hauled up against a dark corner in club Ravenous. I gasped as his hands wrapped around my wrists, trapping them above my head and against the wall. I moaned and rubbed up into him.
“So you want hot sex?” His deep husky whisper gave me a hot thrill as he nuzzled my neck.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered needily into his shoulder.
He growled and my legs gave out. His tongue ran across my neck and I whimpered. The way he ignited my body felt so fucking sublime. I’d give him anything he wanted right then and there.
“You want to get groped in the dark, sweetheart? Is this what you want?”
He bit down on my collarbone as his hands dragged down my arms, squeezing my chest and sliding around my waist to cup my ass. It was a swift, heated touch that had me moaning in agony for him.
“I want your hands all over me,” I breathed shakily.
“Yeah?” He asked playfully as his hands kneaded my ass cheeks, parting them. I could feel the heat of his fingers running against the thin material of my leggings.
“Ohhhhh,” I yelped as one of his fingers grazed my wet mound.
“Dirty,” he groaned and suddenly his lips were on mine and his fingertips were sliding into my waistband, his strong hands molding to my ass as he deliciously spread it and found my naughty wet spot.
He groaned against me, pressing me up against his broad frame. I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck and mold myself to him. I yelled out as he touched me, my scream getting lost in the beat of the music around us. His finger stroked through my folds and I wrapped my leg around his waist giving him access to me.
“Is this what you wanted, you dirty girl? To have your hot cunny fondled by a strange man in the back of a dirty club. To have him touch you, and stroke this tight little pussy.”
“Diesel!” I cried out as his finger dipped into me, his dirty talking making me give into him. He broke away from me, our eyes locking once again.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” He growled, grabbing me tighter, his fingers completely sinking into me. He fucked me slowly, an insistent rhythm that had me gripping his arms and parting my lips in a silent, reverent scream.
I was glad for his broad shoulders that shielded us from view. His tongue ran along my lips and I moaned as he rubbed his erection against my tummy. He felt huge as he humped against me. I moaned and gripped his shoulders, leaning into him as he lifted me, my toes slightly grazing the floor.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Fuck! Coat my fingers with your honey,” his nose grazed along my cheek and he left wet, open mouth kisses along my neckline. Adding another finger into my hole I shook and gripped onto him as I came undone. My orgasm assaulting me as he played with me. I gave out whimpers against his chest as I shook.
After a few long minutes of prolonged pleasure, he slowed down his fingering and gently slid out of me. He held me for a long time, both our breathing ragged. He was still hard against me. He slid me back down to the floor, my legs shaky. I leaned back against the wall for support. He placed his forearm above me and leaned into me. I watched as he took his fingers, covered in my cream, and sucked on them. I gasped and he smirked.
“You taste like sugarcane, dirty girl.”
I stood there, my body still humming, staring at his broad back as he walked away from me. He was so fucking mysterious it both excited and frustrated me. I wanted more of Jack Diesel. I wanted to know what made him tick, what he was thinking, and most of all, what excited him.
“Two could play at this game Jack. And when I play, I win,” I whispered to myself.
3
GABRIELA
Chastity had left me some documents on La Cruz that she wanted me to check out. I heard under the radar that he had been spotted near the Santa Monica pier. Chastity was still working the case even though her cover had been blown, but she wasn’t about to give up on putting La Cruz behind bars. Shit, if she could, she’d put a bullet in his head. But there was no way Gunner and I would let her destroy herself in that way.
She told me to meet up with Rahyne since she and Gunner had gone out. Something about a surprise that Gunner had in store for her. The big guy, Poe, let me in again. He eyed me up and down before signaling that Rahyne was in the back. I smiled and scooted around him, careful not to get in his way. He looked menacing enough, but I was certain he was just a big dangerous teddy bear.
I spotted Rahyne cooing at the tiny little human in her arms. I smiled. In spite of the harshness of their reality, the Hellbound Lovers had formed a hell of a family. In a way, I envied it. I suddenly wanted desperately to be a part of it. To be a part of something.
“There you are! I was wondering when you were coming by.”
“Sorry love, had some shit go down at the precinct. Needed to handle business. School the boys, you know.”
Rahyne threw her head back and laughed. “Here you go.”
Taking the file out of the baby’s diaper bad, she handed it over to me. I arched an eyebrow and she shrugged. “She said to keep it safe. How much more safe can you get?”
I laughed and opened it, looking through pics of La Cruz with a new drug dealer. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint him. I’d have to run him through the system to get the name. One thing I was certain about was that this new fucker I had seen before, which meant he wasn’t good news.
From the corner of my eye I spotted movement, and suddenly Diesel appeared. He didn’t notice me sitting there. He just came in and made his way toward that back hallway.
“What’s back there?” I asked Rahyne.
“The girls’ locker room and the bathrooms. Oh, and of course the velvet play rooms.”
“Velvet play rooms?”
She nodded as if it were a normal thing. “Yeah, you know. The sex play rooms. Cain set them up. He used to play back there, but with Sophia he doesn’t need them anymore, only tends to go back there with her every once in a while now.
“Damn,” I whispered as I imagined my body being hung by a single chain as Diesel manipulated me in the dirtiest ways imaginable.
“Yeah well, I should go.”
“Alright hun. If you need anything you just let me know.”
I nodded and said goodbye to Rahyne, but as I turned to leave I noticed she had walked towards the back of the bar and Poe wasn’t anywhere in sight. Being the curious kitten that I was, and fuck I was a detective, could you blame me? I snuck my way toward that back hallway where Diesel had disappeared. I spotted him going into one of the bathrooms and I quickly snuck in after him.
I slammed the door shut behind me and startled, he immediately turned, taking a defensive stance. I made sure to switch the lock and I stood there, staring back at him. I wasn’t sure what I was doing as I let my eyes wander up his long muscular legs, his wide torso and tanned skin, up to his chiseled jaw and pouty lips. His eyes were a stormy gray and in that moment they were looking at me hungrily.
“Hi.” I whispered, not really knowing what to say.
“What are you doing in here? This is the men’s bathroom.”
“Way to point out the obvious.”
He frowned. “You shouldn’t be in here, Gabriela?”
I smiled at him and shrugged, not giving away anything that might say I was completely freaked out by being in such close proximity to him.
He crossed his arms over his chest, making the muscles in his arms bulge out. I licked my lips wanting to lick every single inch of this man.
“This isn’t a place you should be visitin
g, Gabriela.”
The way he said my name, in that husky demanding tone, had my panties drenched in seconds. “Good to know.”
“Once again. What are you doing here?” He repeated, his deep voice running through me like hot velvety magma.
I couldn’t respond, because in truth I wasn’t sure what I was doing. But something came over me in that instant, a craving to finally feel something, and a need to please him. I so wanted to hear his gravelly voice beg me to let him fuck me.
I walked towards him until I was pressed up against him. Surprised, he lowered his arms and I was able to run my hands across his crisp black t-shirt, feeling his broad chest and running my hand down to his tight abs. I kissed his chin and trailed my lips down his neck. He grunted as I slipped my hands under his shirt, splaying my fingers against his heated skin. He gripped my waist and closed his eyes.
“I know how you looked at me last night, Diesel. I felt how much you want me. Why did you leave?” I looked up at him. “I would’ve given you anything you wanted.”
My hands travelled up, gliding along the broad planes of his back. My God, this man was built like a Gladiator and I was desperate to feel his whole body consume mine. I pressed my breasts against his hard chest and felt his erection on my belly.
He grunted again and gripped my wrists, slowly dragging them down, gingerly pulling me off him. Instead of fighting him, I followed his lead and dropped to the floor in front of him.
He looked down, startled. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I smiled up at him, his eyes gleamed with lust and I was glad to receive a different look other than his stoic disregard. My hands trailed across his waistline and his soft rumble was full of need. I squeezed my thighs together and forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand-stroking his heavily protruding bulge. I rubbed it slowly and then leaned in and pressed my cheek to it. “My God, I want you so badly right now.”