by Celia Aaron
“Ready?” It was Liam’s voice but farther away now.
Jax must have been carrying me. My ribs pressed into the hard muscle and bone of his shoulder before he shifted me back and rested a large palm on my ass. My head lolled down against his shoulder blade.
“Let’s go.”
They walked me through the living room. I mentally catalogued their steps. Past the expensive art and furniture, past the pictures of the Perkins family, past the high end kitchen, and past the elegant chandelier that lit the foyer. They stopped at the elevator. Jax kneaded my ass with his palm. I got up the courage to shove my knee into his chest, but a resounding slap against my ass cheek ended my protest.
“We told you not to try anything, princess.” Liam’s voice, somehow in my ear, penetrating the inky black fabric that cocooned me.
Another resounding slap had me straining against the ball gag, heat blooming along my ass and spreading up my back.
They laughed. “I’m beginning to like this job more and more,” Jax said.
“Same here, brother.”
The elevator dinged. The rest was gunfire.
Chapter Two
Liam
“Back up, back up!” I yelled.
Jax ducked to the side, the girl still slung across his shoulder. A slug pierced my vest, stunning me for only a split-second before I emptied my clip into the assassin in the elevator. He dropped to his knees. He must have been wearing body armor or he would be nothing but a blood stain on the wall.
“Wait.” He held up a gloved hand. The leather had a green dragon stitched into it, the monster’s tail curving around to the palm. I knew those gloves.
“Jae, that you?”
Jax peered around the corner, gun in hand, the barrel of his pistol ready to shoot first and ask questions later.
“Yeah, it’s me.” Jae rose and clutched at his chest before ripping the Velcro straps at his sides free. “Didn’t know you’d gotten to her first.” He shook his head, his jet black Mohawk barely swaying with the movement. He came out of the elevator, moving closer to Jax, closer to our prize.
“Good thing you’re a lousy shot,” Jax said before giving the struggling princess another sharp crack across her ass. She stopped moving against him, going lax again lest she earn another spanking.
I reloaded with a fresh clip and kept it at the ready, just in case. Hitmen had a code. First in time was first in right. But, sometimes, when shit got real and the pay was super nice, we’d been known to turn on each other.
“Fuck.” Jae holstered his weapon, wincing as he did so. “I really needed this contract. The bounty on this bitch is unreal.”
“Better luck next time, Jae,” Jax said.
Jae smiled. “She may be mine yet. I’m not the only one here.” He shrugged. “If you two get popped and pop the competition in the process, then that sweet piece of ass is mine all mine.”
I wanted to choke slam him for even thinking he could take her from me, from us. “Listen, Seoul Killer—”
“You like that? Came up with it all on my own. Strikes fear into my enemies.” Jae smiled, but his eyes were still planted on the girl. On my girl.
“We’d love to stay and chat, but we have a bounty to collect,” I said and nodded at Jax.
Jax moved into the elevator and I backed in, keeping Jae ahead of me. I hit the button for the parking deck. “Could you at least tell me how many more you saw?”
Jae rubbed his ribs under his black shirt before finally taking his eyes off my prize. He smirked. “Felicia is here. Diesel. Saw a couple more I didn’t recognize.”
“Goddamn this shit.” The door slid closed.
“This bitch is going to cost us our lives.” Jax rubbed his hand over the mound of her ass. “Too bad we didn’t get a chance to skull fuck her first.”
She whimpered but didn’t move. She could learn, after all. The elevator dropped smoothly. I moved to Jax’s right so my body covered the girl. Couldn’t risk her taking a bullet and bleeding out before we delivered her. Jax and I held our guns at the ready. As soon as the doors opened, we started shooting.
A hail of bullets pinged into the elevator doors. Two slugs nailed me in the chest, my vest doing nothing to keep my heart from stopping and stutter starting again. Diesel stood about ten feet in front of the elevator.
“You fucking guys?” His voice boomed over the ricocheting sound of gunshots. He was big as a tank, one side of his face badly burned and twisted from an especially nasty job in Rio a few years back.
“Stand down, Diesel. Bitch is ours.”
He didn’t lower his semi-automatic. “Give me the girl and I will.”
Movement in the corner of my eye. It was Jae, stepping from the stairwell. Fuck. The hitman code may have well as been written on toilet paper at this point. More gunfire. I took out Diesel’s legs. No armor there. Diesel fell back and sprayed bullets up into the ceiling.
“Go!” Jax yelled.
And then we were running, our steps thunderous and echoing in the parking deck. Jax turned and fired shots into the area where Jae had been only moments before. The self-proclaimed Seoul Killer had slithered away somewhere, likely planning on ambushing us later.
If we could just get to the car, there would be no fucking later. We’d be out of here with our prize intact.
Charlotte grunted as she jostled against Jax’s shoulder. I was glad we’d gagged her or she would have been screaming like a banshee.
The parking deck darkened the closer we got to the car. Someone had shot out the overhead lights. Seemed like a Felicia move. Then I saw a flicker of bright blonde hair. It was her, ducking between two cars up ahead.
“Felicia, three o’clock!”
Jax and I unloaded on her location, keeping up our pace as we went. The car was straight ahead. She popped up and sprayed the ground around us before ducking back down. Our covering fire kept her from taking us down.
We reached the car. Jax wrenched open the back door and tossed the girl inside. I ran to the driver side, but collapsed when a bullet ripped through my calf. Jae stood on the other side of the car, taking aim at my head to punch my ticket for good.
Jax pulled the trigger first, ending Jae’s career with a slug through his eye. I rose on my good leg and fell into the driver’s seat. Jax spent a few more bullets in Felicia’s direction before I gunned the engine and screeched out of that place. Felicia was in my rearview trying to shoot out the tires. Fucking bitch. The only good thing about her was that she swallowed.
A couple more guys I didn’t recognize tried some potshots as we sped out of the deck and into the dark street. Amateurs.
And then we were free. Speeding away with our princess. Grady Reynolds would pay us handsomely for his double-crossing business associate’s daughter. All we had to do now was deliver her and put a bullet in her head.
Chapter Three
Jax
That was close. Too close. Liam drove with his usual mix of aggression and speed. A light mist started to fall and slick the road.
“You get hit?”
“Just my leg. Feels like it went clean through,” Liam said. “You?”
“Just a graze along my stomach. Bullet came in sideways.” I felt around my black shirt, the sting of pain from the wound making me feel even more alive. “Stitches and it’ll be fine.”
“She get hit?”
“No. I don’t think so. Let me check.”
I threw a look over my shoulder. Charlotte lay where I’d thrown her against the backseat. I could see the curve of her tits against the fabric. She was well made. Large, high tits, small waist, flaring hips. I even spotted some ink along her back, though I couldn’t make out what it was in the darkness of her bedroom.
I sighed. What a fucking waste.
I turned around in my seat and yanked the cord loose that held the bag closed. I ran my hands up her smooth legs, feeling for any punctures. I yanked on the fabric, pulling her into a sitting position before shoving the fabric up an
d over her head. She swayed slightly with each of Liam’s swerves through traffic. Her left tit was still bare, the tip jutting upward, begging for my mouth.
There were no wounds, save for the one at her neck, courtesy of Liam’s blade. Her eyes were huge. She was afraid, and the fear wafted off her like the most expensive perfume. My cock hardened in my pants, shoving against the zipper. What a fucking waste.
“Lie down. Don’t move.”
She obeyed, those big eyes still focused on me. I turned around and pulled out my phone from my now-too-tight pants. I dialed.
“Yes?”
“Jax and Liam. We have the package. Where to?”
The man coughed. It was almost a dainty sound. “Already?”
“Yes, already. You get what you pay for. Now where to?”
“I’m afraid the buyer isn’t in town at the moment and won’t be until noon when his flight lands.”
My hand tightened around the phone. “The fuck you say?”
“I apologize, Mr. …”
“Jax.”
“Mr. Jax, but you’ll have to keep her until then. He isn’t here and I wouldn’t, ah, wouldn’t know what to … I’m simply not capable of keeping someone, well, captive like that.” The distaste in his tone made me want to strangle the life out of whoever he was. To just fucking wrap my hands around his pencil neck (I was certain that was the sort of neck this cocksucker had) and squeeze until his eyes went blank.
“Shut the fuck up. The job was for us to kidnap Charlotte fucking Perkins, bring her to your boss, and then pop her for him. You understand? Did you hear me say the word ‘babysit’ anywhere in there?”
“No, but—”
I held the phone away from my ear and pinched the bridge of my nose. Liam took the phone before I crushed it into a mess of glass and plastic.
“This is Liam. Uh huh, uh huh. We will keep her until noon. But this isn’t a free service. It’ll cost you double. Understand?”
Liam took a hairpin turn at breakneck speed. The scream of tires broke through the hum of wind along the steel. The car drifted, sliding before gaining purchase again and speeding down the two lane road. We were well outside the city now. Woods encroached on both sides, hemming us in, hiding us from view. He was taking us back to our cabin.
“Motherfucker! I will drop her at the nearest fucking police station. Do you understand? Either you pay double, or I ditch her. Do you think your boss would like that?”
I glanced back at the girl again. She’d slid toward the driver’s side after Liam’s autobahn antics. Those big eyes – maybe they were light blue, I couldn’t tell in the dark – watched me. A sliver of spit escaped from around her ball gag and dribbled down to the leather seat. Her tit, still bare, still perfect, jiggled with each bump in the road. I wanted to climb back through the seats and settle on top of her. I wondered how tight her little pussy would be. How much it would milk my cock.
“I’m glad we could come to terms,” Liam punched my shoulder and grinned. “Noon. Got it. We’ll be there.” Liam ended the call and threw the phone into the floorboard. “Double, brother. Double!”
I pounded the dashboard. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” This would be enough money to set us up on some island nation for life. No more wet work. No more jobs. Just sun, sand, and strange.
“But we have to keep her until noon.”
I turned around and gave her body a long look – tits, cunt, legs. I would taste it all before I handed her over tomorrow. We would. Liam and me. A little party before the real celebration got started. Too bad she wouldn’t enjoy any of it.
Chapter Four
Liam
I dragged her out of the car and pushed her ahead of me. The air was cooler out here away from the pavement and lights of the city. Here there were only trees and shadows. The cabin where Jax and I stayed when we had jobs out this way was the only small spot of light in the entire forest. Low lamps gleamed through the windows.
She stumbled on the pine straw littering the walkway to the front porch. Jax grabbed her arm and hauled her upright. She cringed away from his touch. He yanked her up the steps and pushed her into the wall next to the door.
His large body covered her small one and he ran his hands down her sides, feeling the soft skin I’d already tasted. I limped up the stairs behind them and unlocked the cabin. He pushed her inside and threw her on the sofa.
I locked the door behind us and reset the security system. Once the perimeter was secured, I finally let out a breath. We were back. Safe. No one knew about this hideout. It was our East Coast sanctuary. Two floors of solid wooden beams, plush furniture, animal skin rugs, and all the amenities blood money could buy.
“Aw, shit.” Jax knelt and pulled his blade from his boot.
“What?”
“Her fucking hands are turning blue. I zipped her up too tight.” He snipped the zip tie around her wrists. She brought her hands around to her front and curled up into a ball.
“No, Charlotte. That’s not going to work for me.” He pushed her legs down so she lay on her back, her curvy body shockingly pale against the dark sofa. She was sumptuous. Her body was made to be fucked. Often and hard.
Jax loosened and removed her ball gag. She coughed and sputtered before settling back down.
Then we stood and admired our prize. Her eyes flicked back and forth between us. Jax stripped off his vest and his guns, placing the pieces in a neat row on the rough-hewn coffee table. She looked at them. I hoped she’d go for one. I wanted her to try it and see how fast I could pin her down by the neck. Then I could discipline her. Right here. Right now. My cock so deep in her throat that she choked. But I wouldn’t stop. Not until she swallowed every last drop.
I added my weapons to the lineup, daring her to try and take one. Her hands clenched but she didn’t move.
Jax pulled his shirt over his head. Her nostrils flared the tiniest bit as she took in his body – covered in ink and scars, muscled, strong. Fuck if her reaction didn’t make my dick harder, despite the burning in my calf, despite the hardcore throwdown that just happened in the parking deck.
“Got me worse than I thought.” Jax peered down at the gash along his abdomen. Blood coated his side, giving his tats more color.
“Looks like a dozen stitches or so,” I said.
I removed my vest and threw it to the floor. Ruined. I loosened my belt. Her light blue eyes darted from Jax to me. I liked that she focused on my belt, my hard length beneath it. I slid the leather through the loopholes and dropped it on the couch next to her. I unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I could almost feel her gaze on my dick through my boxer briefs. Fuck.
I leaned down and checked my calf. Bullet went through and through. I’d only need a couple stitches on each side. Time would heal the rest.
“Come on, Charlotte.” Jax gripped her by the hair and stood her up. She let out a little cry of pain. My cock jumped at the sound. I scooped up our weapons, disappointed she hadn’t tried something, anything, to warrant discipline. But she would. I sensed something under the surface. She would fight eventually. And I’d be there to take her down.
Jax kept his hand in her blonde locks, his knuckles tight against her scalp as he walked her up the stairs and to the master bedroom. My room. He threw her onto the king size bed and she scooted away toward the other side.
“No, Charlotte. Be a good girl.” He gripped her ankles and yanked her back down before digging in my bedside table for the cuffs. He handed me a set and I hobbled around to the other side of the bed. I grabbed her slender wrist and easily cuffed her to the metal headboard. Jax did the same. She pushed back until her knees were drawn up to her chest.
“Not a sound, Charlotte,” I said. “No one will hear you except Jax and me. And the only screaming you do is going to be when we’re buried deep in your pussy, your mouth, your ass. Understand?”
Her long hair fell into her eyes as she looked down at the black bedspread. I leaned over and pinch
ed her chin. “Tell me you understand, princess, or I’ll get the ball gag again.”
“I understand.” Her voice was high, soft as a feather, and went straight to my dick. I was going to enjoy it even more when I heard her beg and cry for me to stop.
I sank down next to her and admired her tits, though now I wanted to see the full set. I stripped my shirt off and threw it to the floor.
“I’ll get the first aid shit.” Jax went into the marble bathroom and came back with the kit. He set up on the floor next to the bed and dabbed alcohol along my puncture wounds. It burned like a motherfucker. I kept my eyes on our captive.
I grabbed the blade from my night stand and finished the work on her top. I cut away the remaining strap and then slid the knife right up the middle, cutting the fabric away entirely. She flinched.
Jax began stitching me, stabs of pain interspersed with pulls as he sewed. It was nothing to me, just another distraction when all I wanted to see, to feel was the woman cuffed to my bed.
Her skin was perfect, fair, and milky. The dossier we’d received earlier in the day said she was twenty-six. She looked it. Her tits were teardrops with luscious tips. She shuddered, making them quiver. Goosebumps erupted along her arms, her stomach.
Jax’s needle stilled as he peeked up at her. “Holy fuck.”
“Keep working,” I urged. “The faster we get sewn up, the faster we can take what we want.” The stings resumed along my calf.
She pushed her chin out, uncharacteristically defiant, and let her gaze travel down the scar along my face. Her eyebrow quirked up a fraction.
“Want to know how I got it, princess?”
She blinked hard, as if remembering where she was. She nodded only slightly.
“About five years ago, I was on a job—”
“Oh, here we go,” Jax grumbled.
“Shut the fuck up. Princess wants a bedtime story. I’ll give her one. About five years ago, Jax and I were on the trail of this piece of shit drug importer in Miami. The job paid good, and we already had a plan for how we were going to get the guy. The night of the job, we got another contract. One that could be done quick and easy for a shit ton of cash. Jax and I decided to divide and conquer. So, Jax took the new job and I broke into the importer’s house late one night and crept up on him while he slept. Sound familiar, princess?” I smirked.