"OW. OW. I guess, but we had chemistry from the--"
"Stop right there. Now you're going into excuse mode," he declared, pausing his hand. "This is really simple. Me Dom, you sub. Right?"
"Right."
"So who's in charge?" he demanded, resuming his work, rapidly moving his palm from one cheek to the other.
"OW, OW, you, Sir."
"Finally. Why do I get the feeling you'll be needing maintenance?" he muttered, continuing to spank with gusto.
"OH, OUCH, if you say so, Sir."
"Amazing what a red backside can achieve," he declared, slipping his fingers into her sex, "cooperation and a wet pussy."
Kat let out a long groan. She knew she'd be over his knee regularly. She was a tester and she always had been. She needed the reassurance, and though it could be confusing, she knew loving domination made her feel contented and fulfilled like nothing else. Relishing her bottom's hot sting as his finger teased her clit, a soft satisfied smile crossed her lips.
"Are we clear?"
He was thrusting his finger in and out of her depths, and spreading her legs wider she looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Yes, Sir, we are clear. You don't have to spank me anymore."
Throwing back his head he laughed out loud. It reminded her of the time he'd done the same thing a couple of times before. Was it a habit? She hoped so. It was as if sheer joy was being released from his soul.
"That calls for ten extra, and right where your thighs meet your ass."
She knew she'd provoked the additional punishment, they both did. She needed more and he was happy to oblige, and as his hand dropped to her sit spot and slowly delivered the promised ten hard smacks, she buried her head in the soft comforter. They hurt. They hurt more than she thought they would, but she knew he had to make them count because she'd manipulated him. It felt so wonderfully right, all of it.
"There, I think we're finished," he said firmly as he landed the last two, "unless your smart mouth has something to say about it."
"Just thank you, Sir."
He smiled, and though his cock was urgently requesting attention, he took his time rubbing away the sting. Kat's body was heavy on his lap. She was relaxed, and as she moaned her gratitude he realized how deeply attracted she must have been to him from the outset. That first night, though she'd known there was a possibility he could be involved in dealing, the attraction had been so strong she'd thrown caution to the wind--but that also told him she could be reckless. Breaking into his thoughts she unexpectedly rolled off his lap, rose to her knees and straddled him.
"Wait," he said holding up his hand.
"Fucking condoms," she complained. "We need to change that."
"I agree, but for the moment..."
Reaching across to the bedside table he picked up the package, ripped it open, slipped the sheath into place, then lifting his gaze he saw the carnal hunger in her eyes.
"Ask nicely."
"Please, Sir, may I sit on you?"
"You certainly may."
Holding his rampant cock, he felt her fingers digging into his shoulders as she lowered herself down. Moving both hands to her waist he clutched her tightly, thrusting up with powerful strokes until her breath was coming in short sharp gasps.
"No," he said huskily, "not yet."
"Pleeease?"
His strong hold supporting her, he deftly moved her on to her back, then laying on her body he sent his mouth to hers, fervently kissing her as he vigorously propelled himself forward. Gauging her muffled cries he kept her on the edge, accelerating and slowing off until she was begging.
"You're sure you're ready?" he teased, his cock at its bursting point buried inside her.
"Yes, please, please, Sir."
"Since you pleaded so nicely..."
He began to pump, her body stiffened, and as her orgasm took hold, her unbridled sounds of pleasure sent him tumbling over the edge into his own powerful climax. Moments later, breathlessly rolling off her body and on to his back, he felt a massive wave of fatigue. She was whimpering softly, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so utterly exhausted. Closing his eyes he felt himself drifting off, and with Kat snuggling against him he fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The black SUV's with the tinted windows that had sped past Kratos, had unleashed a score of DEA and FBI agents into Mike's garage. Mike had taken exception to their presence, and after a scuffle he had been secured in one of the vehicles, then the agents had started treading cautiously through the mess of motorcycles, engine parts, tools and oil pans strewn throughout the shop. Both Steve and Johnny were on the scene, and it was one of Steve's men who made the first discovery; a gun in the back of a drawer in the giant rolling toolbox.
Johnny ordered his agents to empty all the tubs of oil lying around the floor, more for the men's safety than anything else, only to discover the thick black fluid had been hiding small packets of pills in tightly sealed plastic bags. Having also found the metal covers beneath the tubs, they stumbled upon something far more significant; a large package of white powder. Johnny immediately drew a conclusion. Steve was on his way out to the yard behind the shop when the urgent sound of Johnny's voice brought him hurrying back.
"What is it?"
"Check it out?" Johnny said handing him the package. "You think that's the missing delivery? It could crack our case wide open."
"Marco told me this place was a chop-shop," Steve grimaced. "Why the hell didn't I get a warrant to search it earlier?"
"Hey, don't sweat it. Seems our timing is right on the money. Bag this up and get it to the lab right away," he said, handing it off to one of his agents. "Let's see if it matches our HH samples."
"Our lab," Steve interjected.
"Yeah, give it to one of Steve's guys."
"I'm heading into that scrap heap in back," Steve declared. "I've got a feeling there are hidden treasures in some of those junk cars."
"I'm coming with you. The smell in this place is making me sick."
Moving carefully through the shop's clutter, they entered the chaos of the yard. Engine and automobile parts littered the ground, broken up bikes were everywhere, and towards the back there were two rows of junk cars. As more agents joined them, large bags of marijuana were found, along with additional weapons and a surprising amount of cash.
"This explains the barbed wire," Steve remarked. "He had a lot to protect."
"I wonder if this is where HH made the deliveries," Johnny said thoughtfully, then raising his chin he sniffed the air. "Steve, what is that smell?"
"Man, it's worse than the shop."
"Maybe a dead animal? Seems like it's coming from over there," Johnny remarked starting down the last row of junk cars. "Whew, it's bad."
"Aw, shit!" Steve grimaced walking up behind him. "I know what that is!"
"Let's not get any closer. I'll call my forensics guys over here."
Moments later, suited up and carrying their bags, several men and women descended on the scene and began checking the cars as they advanced down the row. Reaching the last, using a crowbar, they pried open the trunk.
"We got a body," one of them called out. "Shot in the back of the head. Looks as if he's been dead about three, maybe four days. You want to see if you know this guy?"
Quickly slipping on face masks, Steve and Johnny walked forward and gazed down at the corpse.
"That's Dennis Handley," Steve said grimly. "Second-in-command under Kratos."
"Not anymore," Johnny grunted. "What the hell is going on? Have we stumbled into a coup within the Kings?"
"Or Mike simply popped him in an argument. Wouldn't be--"
"Hey, Johnny, something's happened," a voice called interrupting Steve mid-sentence.
Turning around both men spied a young agent running towards them.
"What's up, Andrew?"
"Boss, uh, it's about Katrina."
"What about her?"
"The GPS on he
r bike..."
"Yeah..."
"The thing is, it started moving so Ted was keeping track, and, uh, well..."
"What? Just tell me!"
"The bike has been crushed on the freeway about three miles from here. Two fatalities, a male and a female."
"What the fuck?" Steve muttered with a heavy frown. "Shit! It can't be them."
"She and Marco are nowhere close to here!" Johnny exclaimed, urgently reaching for his phone, his heart pounding in his chest as he placed a call to Kat. "Dammit. I didn't notice that pink bike in the shop and I know she left it here."
"Hey, Johnny, what's the news?" Kat asked, picking up on the third ring.
"Thank God! Where are you?" he asked urgently, then darted his eyes to Steve. "We're good, it's Kat."
"Lake Arrowhead," she answered, "but you know that. What's going on?"
"Is Marco with you?"
"Yeah, he's right here."
"Steve, they're both at Lake Arrowhead," Johnny said quickly, "Kat, it's your bike. It's been involved in a bad accident. We thought..."
"You're kidding? Mike must have lent it to someone."
"Scared the scrap out of us," Johnny muttered. "There's a lot to tell you, but I'll call you back when we're finished here."
"Sure. Bye."
Ending the call Johnny let out a long breath, then turned to the agent who had delivered the news, now looking visibly relieved.
"Andrew, we've got a body back here. Dennis Handley. Arrest Mike Sanders for suspicion of murder, drug trafficking, weapons possession, and whatever else you can think of, but get him to tell you who was on that bike. Do whatever you have to, but find out now, then get him out of here and processed."
"Okay, boss. I didn't get a chance to tell you, it was a semi that hit the motorbike. The freeway's backed up for miles."
"We need to get to that scene," Steve exclaimed.
"No shit," Johnny said anxiously. "Let's go."
Walking cautiously but quickly back through the yard and shop, taking two additional agents, they jumped into an SUV, and as they raced down the hill they spied the helicopters hovering over the freeway. It was a quick trip, and they soon saw the jammed freeway ahead. With their flashing lights they managed to navigate past the vehicles on the ramp and up on to the shoulder of the highway. Screeching to a halt, showing their badges as they hurried past the CHP officers and ambulances, they left their two underlings to explain who they were.
"Hey, Steve, you wanna take the victims or the bike?"
"Victims," Steve replied, but as he started to move away Johnny's phone chimed.
"Wait up, it's Andrew," Johnny said hastily, answering the call.
"Boss, it was Kratos and his girlfriend Nancy Vicks on the bike."
"What the hell? Okay, thanks," Johnny said ending the call. "Steve, you won't believe this. It's Kratos and his girl, Nancy Vicks."
Steve stared at him as he processed the implications of the startling news.
"That means..." Steve murmured slowly, "Dennis and Kratos, the leaders of the pack...you think the bike might have been tampered with? Was Mike planning a coup?"
"Or has HH decided to take over?"
"Shit...Marco!" Steve muttered. "He's third in line."
"You're thinking he might be next?"
"We can't rule anything out," Steve said gravely. "Those two need to lay low until we figure this out."
"I'll check out the bike while you call them. Something's going on, and we need to find out what the hell it is."
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After being woken from their nap by Johnny's call, Kat and Marco had cuddled for a while as they'd talked about their lives outside their work. It was a warm intimate time getting to know each other, and they'd just decided to leave the bed and head off to take a sunset walk when Marco's phone rang.
"It's Steve. He never calls me on this phone," he said with a worried frown. "Hey, what's up?"
"Does anyone know where you are?"
"The gang knows we're in the village, but not which hotel. Why?"
"Prepare yourself. I have some alarming news."
"I'm ready. What's up?"
"Dennis and Kratos are dead."
"You've got to be kidding me," Marco exclaimed dropping back down on the bed. "I'll put you on speaker so Kat can hear this."
"I'm here," Kat declared.
"Kratos is dead, and so is Dennis Handley," Steve announced.
"I can't believe it," she mumbled, sinking on the bed next to Marco. "How? Where?"
"We found Dennis in the trunk of a car at Mike's Garage. He'd been shot. Apparently dead about four days. Mike's in custody for his murder, along with many other charges. Kratos and his girlfriend were killed on the freeway, and Kat, they were on your bike! Weird thing though, Johnny said it used to be pink. It was black. Last but certainly not least, we think we found the missing heroin."
"Jeez...what do you make of all this?" Marco asked, processing the plethora of information. "Do you think all these deaths are connected?"
"That's what we need to find out, and Marco, you've just inherited the throne, unless Tank makes a bid, but the point is, if HH is behind this mayhem he might come after you as well. Stay out of sight and don't go back to the rocks, he might have someone inside the club. Hold on...Johnny's coming over. I think there's more news."
"Marco," Kat anxiously whispered, "this is crazy. Maybe we should get back to L.A. Get away from the gang."
"Let's see what--"
"Marco, we have another victim," Steve declared interrupting him. "Good news though, he's still alive. We might have some answers sooner than we thought."
"Who is it?"
"Travis Davis...Tank."
"He's alive?"
"Yep. Initial reports say his brake lines were cut. He's banged up but he's conscious. Sure seems like someone's cleaning house, but you know how I don't like jumping to conclusions."
"Yeah, but Steve, the bodies are piling up."
"That's why you need to stay put. Which hotel are you at?"
"The Lake Arrowhead Resort and Spa."
"Nice."
"We needed a break."
"No problem, that's a good place to lay low. If someone is looking for you they'll be checking out the cheaper motels. Watch your back. I'll call you when I know more."
The call ended, and staring at his phone, a deep frown crossed Marco's face.
"Steve's right. As of this moment I'm the head of the Kratos Kings. Tank's the only guy who might have fought me for it."
"This is...wow...," she muttered looking up at him. "It's hard not to freak out about all this. Do you think he's right? Could you be in the crosshairs."
"Try not to worry," he said putting an arm around her. "Things aren't always what they seem. I'm going to have a beer and sit out on the patio. You want one?"
"No thanks. I want some coffee, and maybe a muffin or something."
"After all that pizza?"
"What can I say? I burned up a bunch of calories, don't you remember?"
"Order whatever you want and join me when you're ready. We can watch the sun go down."
"I'd love that. I'll only be a minute."
Grabbing a beer from the minibar and ambling out on to the deck, Marco leaned against the railing and stared out over the water. Why had Kratos and Nancy been on Kat's bike, and why had it been repainted? Dennis in the trunk of a car at Mike's Garage for several days? That just didn't make sense. Mike was a slob, but he wasn't careless, and who the hell would want Tank out of the way? He was a popular guy. It wasn't adding up. None of it.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Back at the site of the accident, Johnny had discovered a huge amount of cash stuffed into the motorcycle's saddlebags, along with travel documents, passports, and birth certificates for a William and Sabrina Easterbrook.
"Looks like they were planning a new life," Johnny remarked as Steve finished his call with Marco. "Could be HH found out and decided that wasn't g
oing to happen."
"Or they simply got hit by a semi on their way out of Dodge, but why take Kat's bike?"
"It has to be the New York plates. They would have ditched the bike, and by the time the plates were traced they'd be long gone. Kat's arrival was just a lucky twist of fate."
"Makes sense, but it's all just supposition," Steve suggested. "We need to talk to the two survivors of this mayhem. How about I deal with Mike and you pay Tank a visit?"
"Sounds good. We'll compare notes later this afternoon."
As Steve headed to FBI headquarters, Johnny called for a car to take him to the hospital where Tank had been admitted, and asked for an agent to stand guard at the hospital room door. If their theory was wrong, and HH was bumping off the top echelon of the Kratos Kings, Tank would still be in danger.
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The Los Angeles FBI Field office had learned of Tank's unfortunate mishap only because Tank had left the tavern before Kratos. The agent supervising the surveillance had decided to track the lone biker leaving the bar. The accident had been spectacular. Careening down a canyon road with no brakes, Tank had chosen to ride up the side of a slope and bail as the bike slowed down. He would have walked away unscathed, but the bike had flipped over and landed on top of him. The heavy machine had missed his head by inches, but had left him with a broken femur and arm, and several busted ribs. His helmet had protected his skull, but his face had been scratched up.
Entering the hospital room Johnny barely recognized the banged up biker. The once tough guy looked nothing like his photographs. He was pale, there was fear in his eyes, and he was obviously traumatized. Handled correctly Johnny was confident he'd be able to extricate whatever information Tank had to offer.
"Hello, Mr. Davis, "Johnny said moving slowly to the side of the bed. "I'm FBI Special Agent Fallon."
"Great," Tank muttered sarcastically and rolling his eyes. "FBI. Just what I need."
"You're a lucky man."
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