Oak, Sophie - Siren in the City [Texas Siren 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Sophie Oak

  Abby took the glass out of Jeremy’s hand. Though she knew if her suspicions were right she wouldn’t smell anything, she sniffed it anyway. “Lucas, I think this has drugs in it. Surely Julian has some of those test strips.” She knew that women had started carrying them into clubs to make sure no one slipped something in their drinks. Her daughter, Lexi, had shown her some. She never went into a club without them.

  Lucas’s face bunched up in confusion. “Why would he drug me? I was perfectly willing to sleep with him last night.”

  “I have no idea, but he isn’t going to do it in my club,” Julian said smoothly. He was behind her, Abby realized. Jack had Sam over a chair, smoothing salve into his back and buttocks. Jack nodded over at her. Sam was draped over the chair, his eyes slightly hooded. Abby could see the pleasure on his face as Jack’s hands slid across his skin.

  Abby noted that Master Leo was standing behind Slater. Slater was too busy to notice. His eyes were on Julian. Jeremy had gone completely white. He tried to toss the drink, but Julian’s hand came out.

  Julian pulled the glass from Jeremy’s hand. “It doesn’t matter, Jeremy. Do you think I don’t know everything that goes on in this club? I see everything. There are video cameras in places you can’t imagine, little sub. I saw you spike his drink last night. I just wanted to see if you would try again.”

  Jeremy fell to his knees. “Master, I can explain.”

  “I am no longer your master.” Julian nodded, and the bald guy from the night before pulled Jeremy up by the neck. “Please escort Jeremy off the grounds. He is no longer welcome in The Club.”

  “Master!” Jeremy’s face flushed, and his mouth opened to protest, but before he could say another word, he was being hauled bodily out of the dungeon.

  Slater turned to walk away. Master Leo didn’t move to let him by. He smiled. It was an intimidating thing. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  Julian stepped forward. “I also saw what you did last night, Mr. Slater. You were the one who talked my slave into betraying his home. I do not allow drugs of any kind on the premises. You should have noted that in the contract you signed.”

  Slater’s eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out. He was surrounded. One minute he appeared defeated, and the next he was grabbing Abby, pulling her into his clutches. Abby winced as she felt something cold and metallic against her ribs. It was a gun.

  Again.

  Abby really wished people would stop trying to kill her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lucas took a step toward her.

  “Don’t.” Slater pressed the gun into her belly. “Don’t you come any closer, and the guy behind me better move, too.”

  Abby held herself still. She looked over at the stage where Jack was talking to Sam. He was fully into his aftercare, talking Sam down, soothing him. His hands ran over Sam’s skin. He wasn’t paying any attention to the fact that his wife had a gun shoved in her belly. Julian was, though. The club owner’s face had lost its color, but other than that, he appeared very calm.

  “We can talk about this, Slater,” Julian said in that authoritative voice of his.

  Lucas was trying to get Jack’s attention, but there was an awful lot of noise now that the punishment was over. People were milling about, some starting scenes of their own.

  Leo moved up to stand beside his boss. Abby felt his eyes on her. She realized he was waiting for any opportunity. There was an air of competence about him. If Abby had to guess, she would definitely say Master Leo was ex-military. His voice was steady as he stared at Slater. “Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Slater? Do you honestly believe you can get out of here with Mrs. Barnes?”

  Abby gritted her teeth as Slater’s hands tightened around her upper arm. She’d just had a whip applied to her ass, but this hurt far worse. Her mind was racing. Jack was going to flip out. He didn’t need this. In her panic, she knew just who to blame. She felt her face get stubborn. It was the only way to stem the tide of panic. “Maybe you should install some metal detectors, Julian.”

  Julian’s eyebrow shot up. He glanced around. “Have you seen my clients, dear? No one would make it through.”

  Leo shook his head ruefully. “That little sub still needs a spanking.”

  They were being awfully calm about her kidnapping. Julian actually checked his watch. Lucas was the only one who appeared concerned.

  “Look, Matthew,” Lucas started. Abby could see his hands were shaking. “I’m the one you want. I’ll go with you. Let Abby go. She doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

  “I think she’ll be easier to deal with than you, Lucas. I’m leaving, and I doubt Lodge there is going to call the cops on me.” Slater was trying to be tough, but Abby could hear the tremor in his voice. “I’m sure he doesn’t want the police to know what goes on in this place.”

  Julian shot Leo an acerbic glance. “I thought I saw the police chief in the playroom.”

  Leo nodded. “Yes, I spoke with him earlier. He was with the district attorney. They brought their ‘nieces’.”

  “And I am not going to be easier to deal with than Lucas,” Abby proclaimed. Jack was staring over at the group, a worried look dawning on his face. Abby tried smiling at him to keep him calm. The last thing this little scene of hers needed was her bull of a husband rushing in to save her. He’d been shot once in defense of her. It was someone else’s turn.

  “You are going to be quiet, Mrs. Barnes, or I’m going to shoot you.”

  “I doubt that, Mr. Slater.” This time Julian’s voice was all smooth satisfaction. “Look, Leo, our guests have arrived.”

  Slater turned. It was just the opportunity Abby needed. The gun dropped slightly from her side. She brought the heel of her four-and-a-half-inch purple peep toe Christian Louboutins down on Slater’s toes. He howled, and the gun dropped from his hand. Lucas reached forward and pulled Abby away. He quickly covered her body with his.

  “What the hell is going on?” Jack’s shout resonated through the dungeon.

  Leo calmly picked up the gun and tucked it into his pants. He was far too comfortable with the revolver. Sam’s arms were suddenly tugging her back, and Abby found herself watching the rest of the action from behind Sam and Lucas.

  “Don’t worry yourself, Jackson.” Julian nodded to the three men in pinstriped suits currently helping Slater stand up. “I believe Mr. Conti is going to take care of our friend, Mr. Slater. I was informed that they have some business to handle.”

  “Indeed we do, Mr. Lodge.” The man talking was the smallest of the three men, but there was no doubt that he was in charge. Abby stared at him from behind Sam’s back. When she tried to get a better view, Lucas held her back. She frowned. Damn protective men always kept her out of the good stuff. The three newcomers looked out of place in the dungeon. They did not, however, act uncomfortable. The largest of the three had a hold of Slater’s neck from the back. He held the campaign manager like he would hold an unruly puppy.

  Slater’s face flushed, his eyes had a distinct sheen of moisture coating them. His gaze was fully concentrated on the leader of the pinstriped suits. “I’ve got the money. I really do. I just need a little time.”

  Mr. Conti smiled, though there was nothing humorous about it. It was the smile a shark gave his next meal. “Your time was up three days ago.” If Abby had to guess, she would say Mr. Conti was straight out of Jersey.

  Slater puffed up. “I am well known. You can’t harm me. Do you know who I work for?”

  The three dark-haired men laughed. Mr. Conti smoothed down his tie. “I talked to your boss not an hour ago. The senator understands business. I believe you will find yourself out of a job.”

  “The senator might be annoyed with his son,” Julian interjected, “but he would never allow you to harm him.”

  “He saves that for himself,” Lucas said, nodding.

  “Did that man just pull a gun on my wife?” Jack’s question was ground out of his mouth.

  Ju
lian put a hand on his shoulder. “There is nothing you can do, Jackson, which will compare to what Mr. Conti has in mind. His organization has a long history of handling people like Mr. Slater.”

  Conti nodded at his compatriots, and Slater was hauled off before Jack could decide to go after him. “As always, Mr. Lodge, it is good to do business with you. As for Mr. Slater assaulting the lovely lady, I will make sure to add it to his tab. Good night.” Mr. Conti nodded and followed his men.

  Sam finally relented, and Abby hurried to Jack.

  “That man was from the mafia, Jack,” Abby said excitedly.

  Jack didn’t share her enthusiasm. “You think?”

  Abby ignored him. Jack sometimes didn’t see how exciting life could be. “I do. I think Slater was planning on doing something terrible to Lucas so he could save the senator’s political career. But Julian’s a paranoid pervert and has cameras all over the building and caught him helping Jeremy when he tried to drug Lucas last night. I think they were trying to hurt him. That’s when Julian laid his trap. He found out that Slater owes money to the mafia and called them in.” Abby glared at a very amused Julian. “Your timing might have been better.” She sighed. “I was the woman in the middle of it all. I bravely faced down a killer and was rescued by the mob.”

  “Damn it, Abby, this is not going on some crazy talk show,” Sam said. “Julian isn’t going to expose his ties to the mafia. Jack, did you know he had ties to the mafia?”

  Julian brushed off the implication. “I do not have ties to the mafia. I merely know a few people. And I am sorry, Abigail. If I had thought for a moment that Slater would bring a gun into my establishment, I would never have permitted him to enter. In this case, I was more trying to catch my slave in the act than Slater.” When Julian turned to look at Lucas, he seemed very satisfied. “Don’t worry about him, young Lucas. He won’t be a problem anymore. He has much more to worry about now than your father’s potential presidency.”

  “Why did he try to drug me?” Lucas sounded slightly horrified, like he knew the answer but didn’t want to admit it. “Do you think he had something to do with that guy who tried to run me down?”

  “It doesn’t matter now, Lucas. Jackson Barnes is my family. You are his family. That means my door is always open to you.”

  Jack hugged Abby to his side. “Are you all right?”

  “Beyond the fact that my career in the tabloids is over before it even began, I’m fine.” She gave him a reassuring hug.

  Sam ran his hand through her hair, smoothing it back. “It might not make the front of a magazine, but I promise to do some truly scandalous things to you tonight.”

  “Let’s go,” Jack said, and Abby could tell he was still thinking about what had just happened. There was a tightness around his eyes that told her this wasn’t over.

  Julian smiled. “Have a nice evening, Jackson. Invite me out to this ranch of yours sometime. It would be nice to get out of the city.” He nodded and walked out of the dungeon.

  “So, Slater tried to roofie me. He was going to kill me. He would have killed me if Jack hadn’t come along. Maybe I shouldn’t drink?” Lucas followed along.

  Abby managed to not slap him upside the head. “Yes, Lucas. You should abstain for awhile.”

  * * * *

  Sam didn’t think about the ache in his back as the door closed behind him, and he was finally alone with Abby and Jack. The ache was a delicious distraction, but the main thought in Sam’s brain was getting that look off Jack’s face. It was haunted. Abby had tried to reach him. She’d already gotten his Scotch and sat in his lap. Jack was saying all the right things, but that look wouldn’t leave his eyes.

  Sam really hoped that asshole Slater was being tortured because he’d ruined one of the best nights of Sam’s life. He remembered the moment Jack strapped him to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Sam loved the feeling of leather around his wrists and ankles. He’d pulled at the bindings, but they held him tight. They wouldn’t let him fall. He loved the crack of the whip, and he was starting to think there was absolutely nothing better that the burn of the lash. He could still feel it sizzle across his flesh. It stung, but every nerve in his body was awake in those moments. He was so alive in that place. His back was sore, but it was a good thing. Somewhere between lashes five and seven, he’d found that peaceful place. It had been perfect, better than any drug. He’d even liked the aftercare stuff. He didn’t want Jack to cuddle him or anything, but the massage was nice. The feel of Jack’s hands soothing the burn from his flesh made him feel wanted and loved. Next time it would be better because Abby could do the cuddling. He’d like to rest his head against her soft breasts while she told him how much she loved him. Sam wondered if he could get Abby to whip him, too. He would like that.

  Jack stared off into space. Abby gave up. There were tears in her eyes as she walked past Sam and into the bedroom. He started to follow her. His hand was on the door. He would take her into his arms, and they could comfort each other.

  It wouldn’t solve the problem. Sam had been to heaven now, and there was no way he was going back.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  It took Sam a moment to realize the words had come out of his mouth.

  Jack’s head came up. He was almost irritated for a moment, then a familiar blank expression came over his face. It was the same look Sam had seen on Jack’s face almost every day for the past six months. Yesterday and today had been different, but now it was as though none of those breakthroughs had happened.

  “I’m fine, Sam.” Jack’s hand tightened on the Scotch. “I’m a little tired. I had a rough night.”

  Sam shook his head. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You had a rough night?”

  “Yes,” Jack replied through clenched teeth. He gave Sam a look that normally would send him into complete submissive mode. “I did. If you don’t mind, I’d like to be left alone for awhile. Go to bed with Abby. She needs someone with her.”

  Sam’s first impulse was to do exactly what he said. He should walk into the bedroom and comfort Abby. But he’d been with Jack for almost twenty years. Obeying Jack was second nature. For the most part it was a good thing to do. Jack loved him. Sam knew that. Jack had Sam’s best interests in mind almost always. Tonight, Jack needed for Sam to think of Jack’s best interests, and walking out on him wasn’t it. Jack might think he needed time alone, but that wasn’t best for any of them. Jack hadn’t responded to Abby’s gentle requests. Maybe what Jack needed was something more forceful.

  “No, I think I’ll go downstairs and have a drink.” Sam turned for the door.

  “Samuel,” Jack barked, getting out of his chair. He stood with his feet apart staring at Sam. He pointed at the door to the bedroom. “You will get your ass in that bedroom and take care of our wife.”

  Sam shrugged. “Why?

  “Because she needs you.”

  Sam tried to give off a negligent air he didn’t feel. “So? I need you. She needs you, too. It doesn’t matter what we need. You’re just going to pull away. You’re going to leave us. Oh, you’ll be here in body, just not with your heart or your soul. You’ll get pissed off enough at some point to see us again, and the process will start over.” Now Sam felt a little kernel of anger leap to life. “Tell me something, Jack, when did you get to be such a pussy?”

  Sam ducked as the glass flew past his head and smashed into the wall. It hadn’t really come close to him. Jack hadn’t thrown it at him, but there was no small amount of rage in the act.

  The bedroom door flew open, and Abby stood there watching them. She’d been crying, and it just made Sam more pissed.

  “What the fuck are you so scared of?” Sam practically yelled the question. He walked straight up to the man who had been his whole world for almost twenty years. “Are you so scared of losing her that you’ll push both of us away? Would you rather be alone than have to deal with the possibility of losing her?”

  “You will not talk to me that
way!” Jack shouted. His face was red, and Sam knew he was getting to him. Sam had a desperate desire to smash through that wall Jack kept putting up. Being back here was reminding Sam of a few things. He was reminded of exactly why he could never have had a relationship with Julian. He could never be satisfied being admired and, in some ways, worshipped. Julian treated his subs like little dolls to be taken care of and played with. Sam wanted more. Sam wanted to be loved. He was done waiting for it. He finally understood. A real sub was smart enough to know what he wanted and brave enough to ask for it.

  Sam held his ground as Jack stared him down. He wasn’t afraid. He’d almost never fought with Jack before, and each and every time he had, he’d backed down. He wasn’t going to do that this time. This time, Sam was going to win. It was the only acceptable outcome.

  “You will not throw me away again!” Sam yelled just as passionately. “You will not toss me to the side because you know I’ll always be your fucking lapdog. You can’t just love Abby. Maybe it’s not fair of me to change the rules after all these years, but there it is. You’re worried about losing Abigail? Worry about losing me, Jack, because if you pull the same shit you’ve been pulling for the last six months, then I’m walking. If you don’t want me, I’ll find someone who does.”

  Sam turned to walk away. He knew he wouldn’t get further than the bar downstairs, but he couldn’t watch as Abby soothed Jack and tried to convince him to see things their way. He just couldn’t.

  His hand was almost on the door knob when he was hauled back. Every muscle in Jack’s body seemed tense and ready for violence as he pulled Sam close.

  “You think I just worry about Abby? How can you say that? You think I don’t worry about how impetuous you are? I built a whole fucking bar so I’d know where you were at night. I changed the course of my life because I knew if we stayed here, you would get hurt. Every decision I have made has been with you in mind. Don’t you dare say I haven’t loved you.”

  Sam was shocked as Jack’s mouth slammed down on his. He had a moment of stunned motionlessness before he grasped Jack’s shoulders and held on for dear life. Jack’s mouth was a force of nature. He was inside and dominating Sam with his tongue and lips. His big hands wound into Sam’s hair to hold him still. He didn’t have to. Sam wasn’t about to fight. It was everything he’d wanted.