The Outlaw's Obsession
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“So, can you help me out?” It took Bosco a few seconds, but he finally responded.
“I’m sure I can find him, but what I’m more concerned about is how you plan on paying me.” She knew he was smiling even though she couldn’t see him.
“What do you want?” DeDe leaned against the bathroom counter and waited for him to respond.
“It’s going to cost me a lot of favors to find this guy, especially with the little information you gave me, and if he is off the radar. I may be able to help you if you will help me.”
She exhaled, already knowing where this was going.
“You know you’re my favorite, DeDe, even if you aren’t dancing for me anymore.”
“Just tell me what you want.”
“You have to spend some quality time with me, Baby Girl.” And by quality time she knew that was the kind that required them naked and sweaty. “I want an entire week, DeDe. You will do whatever I say, and smile and ask for more.” She shook her head and stared at the ceiling. Of course she knew this would be sexually related, and it wasn’t that she didn’t like fucking Bosco, but it was counterproductive if she was trying to become Jagger’s woman.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Bosco, but I need him found by tomorrow. I have to get this ball rolling before the MC finds him.”
Bosco chuckled. The thing about him was he had balls of steel, thought he was invincible, and didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. That kind of arrogance helped him to an extent, but one of these days it would probably end up killing him, because she knew he’d fuck over the wrong person.
“I’ll call you tonight, but that shouldn’t be a problem.” They spoke for a few more minutes finalizing the details, and what she needed to do once Bosco’s end of the deal was fulfilled. DeDe disconnected the call and shoved the cell in her back pocket. Her heart was pounding, and a little of that was from fear. If Jagger and the club knew what she was about to do they’d kill her.
Chapter Twelve
Trick stared at the pearly white VW Bug that pulled up behind the storage containers at the loading dock. The female who climbed out was one hot piece of ass, but she screamed Club Whore. Did that matter to Trick? Fuck no. He’d take a female any way he wanted, and most of the time preferred them passed out drunk or high so he didn’t have to hear them. But he had been contacted by some fucker named Bosco concerning his property. How the hell the male had gotten a hold of Trick’s number wasn’t that big of a surprise seeing as if someone really wanted something there was always a way to get it. All Trick cared about was getting Sonya back. The plans he had for her already had him fucking hard. Besides, it had been far too long that she had been in that bear’s possession, and so help him, if he found out Jagger had fucked her he’d make sure she wasn’t able to sit for so long she begged him for death.
The whore moved closer to him but was smart enough to keep a good distance between them. She had these “fuck me” heels on, and the skirt she wore nearly showed the lips of her cunt. But Trick smelled the Grizzly MC all over her, and he didn’t stop the snarl that left him. Her fear came at him and wrapped around his cock. Trick loved a female that was frightened.
“You talked to Bosco personally?” She phrased it like a question even though he knew she was fully aware of the answer. He didn’t respond. She was the one that wanted to meet with him, so she needed to get the fuck on with it. She glanced around when he didn’t respond. “I know where Sonya is.”
“Yeah, I fucking know where she is, too.” He leaned against his bike and crossed his arms over his chest. She swallowed and started shifting on her feet.
“I can get her away from the protection of the club, but it’ll have to be tonight.”
He cocked a brow. “Yeah? And how do you plan on doing that with Jagger and his fuckers watching her?” Trick had been watching the place, but he had been careful. If the bears caught wind that he was so close his chance of surprise would be gone. Although Jagger had put a lockdown on the club, from the small hotel that was situated a few blocks from The Grizzly clubhouse, Trick had been able to keep an eye on the place at a safe distance until he was ready to make his move. With no backup aside from his one guy, he had to actually think strategically on his next move. Before he could just take what he wanted because his crew was there for muscle. But Jagger and his men had ended that.
“Because they are headed out this evening for some club business. Only two of the members are staying behind, but that’s not including Bill-O. But he’s too old to do much of anything.” Of course Trick would have realized this anyway since he knew when the MC came and left. When he wasn’t watching the clubhouse his guy was.
“And what makes you think I need your help or want it?”
The scent of her jealousy outweighed the fear. “Maybe you don’t, but you and I both know that the bears are looking for you, and eventually they will find you. You’re outnumbered.”
Trick pushed off his bike and stalked forward. He had his hand around her throat before she could even blink.
“Bitch, you have no fucking idea who you’re messing with.” She clawed at his hand, and he grinned at her struggles. “I could snap your neck right now, and I guarantee not Jagger or anyone else would fucking miss your whorish ass.” When her lips started turning blue and her eyes rolled back in her head he let go of her. She fell to the ground and gasped violently. “Now, you and I clearly want the same thing, so how about we just set this shit up, and then you can go on with your happy little life.” What she didn’t know was that he was going to kill every single one of those grizzly assholes, so she still wouldn’t get what she wanted. He went back to his bike and leaned against it. He watched her struggle to stand, and when she seemed like she had her shit together he said, “All right, let’s set this set up and we both can be on our motherfucking way.”
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“You have my cell number, right, baby?”
Sonya was in Jagger’s room, sitting on his bed. She smiled at him and watched as he dried off his body with a towel that seemed far too small. Not that she was complaining, because watching him nude and running that small strip of white material over his freshly washed form, collecting all those water droplets, was doing wicked things to her body.
“Yes, I have the number you gave me days ago, but everything will be fine.” She smiled again, but got distracted when he ran the towel over his semi-hard cock. They had just had sex so she shouldn’t be aroused again, but God, she was. Being with Jagger was liberating, exhilarating, and she didn’t feel anything but warmth, pleasure, and affection when she was intimate with him. She had known there was more to sex than what she had experienced with Trick. Even knowing that one day she would have escaped, Sonya honestly didn’t know if she would have ever been able to be with another man sexually. Jagger had changed all of that in such a short amount of time. Was it love at first sight? No, because Sonya believed those kinds of feelings took time, but there was definitely something between the two of them that couldn’t be explained and was so very good and right. It was powerful and intense, and she felt safe around Jagger. That had to count for a damn lot , especially given the life she had led the last seven years.
“Female, if you keep looking at me we are going to have to go for another round.” He growled out the words, and a little shiver worked its way through her. She only had a sheet covering her nudity, and it would be easy to push it off and let him deliver on that darkly erotic promise. He growled again, tossed the towel to the ground, and started stalking toward her. Sonya’s heart jumped in anticipation, but right when he reached her there was a knock on the door. “Do not fucking come in.” Jagger moved so his body was directly in front of hers, blocking the view if someone didn’t listen to his threat.
“Uh, yeah, right.” Diesel’s voice came through the wood, and she couldn’t help but smile. It took a lot for the VP to get uncomfortable, but she heard it clearly in his voice. “We’re ready to head out, Prez.”
“I’ll
She nodded and reached out to touch the hard ridges of his abdomen.
“Just stay within the clubhouse, okay?” He got down on his haunches so he was eyelevel with her. “We are going to get Trick, baby. We know he is in Colorado, and he’ll surface.”
“I believe you’ll get him.” She knew all of this, and knew Jagger and his men would find Trick. The thing about the wolverine shifter was he was crazy as hell. It was that kind of insanity that had a lot of people getting hurt. But she felt safe with Jagger and his club, and even after Trick was gone—which she knew without a doubt would happen—she also knew she couldn’t rely on others to make her feel whole and safe. She needed to do that on her own. That was why she still wanted to live by herself, but still be with Jagger. Fortunately, he understood that, and that went to show her the decent man he really was.
“The number I gave you is for a burner, and we change those frequently.” She nodded, knowing all of this. He reached out and cupped her chin. “You’re very special to me, Sonya.” He leaned in and kissed her softly at first, but then deepened the kiss until she was panting against his mouth. There were three hard raps on the door, and then Brick’s hard voice was coming through the wood.
“Let’s get a fucking move on. I got plans tonight, Jagger.”
“Fuck off.” Jagger shouted at the closed door, but he smiled. “They’re always busting my balls.” Sonya chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck and just hugged him. “Hey, you okay?”
She nodded and kept her eyes closed and just absorbed the wonderful sensation she had with Jagger. “I’m more than okay.”
He just held her, and the soft feeling of him running his hand up and down her back had her snuggling in even deeper.
“I have to go, baby, but when I get back tonight I don’t have any plans but staying in this bed with you and worshipping your body.” He pulled back and cupped her face to kiss her once more. Then he was up and dressing quickly in a pair of jeans, dark t-shirt, and his cut. He walked toward the door, stopped and looked over at her. The expression on his face spoke a lot of heated things, without saying anything verbally. He opened the door and shut it behind him, and Sonya let herself fall back on the bed. God, she was falling hard for this man, and she didn’t know how that would work out for her plan of getting her independence.
Chapter Thirteen
Leaving the club during a lockdown had been difficult. Anyone that left usually had a chaperone tailing them, but when she said she needed to go to the store for personal female shit there had been grumbling, but they had let her go. DeDe didn’t know if she should feel shitty because Jagger hadn’t put up much of a fight on her staying, but she couldn’t dwell on that right now. Ditching the prospect that had followed her when she went in the store had been easy enough. The guy was an idiot.
DeDe rubbed her neck and winced at the tenderness. When Trick had nearly choked the life out of her—literally— she had seen true evil. But she pushed that thought away and focused on the task at hand. She was antsy, but she stayed in one of the back rooms until the club members had left. With their animal sense of smell and intuition they’d know she was up to something. There was a very, very small part of her that knew what she was doing was wrong, but the much bigger part, the one that wanted Jagger, didn’t care about that small voice trying to tell her this was a bad idea and might end horribly. If Jagger found out, or any of the other members for that matter…she shivered at the grisly images that went through her mind. They might not hurt women, but a betrayal was the same no matter who was doing it. Would they kill her? She honestly didn’t know, because she knew enough about the club that they didn’t hurt females or children, but what she was doing was really bad. But she loved Jagger, and deserved to be by his side, not some fresh, younger piece of twat.
She cracked open the backroom door at the same time she heard the club members heading out. The plan was to leave the club and get Sonya out in the open. Knowing Stinger and the prospect they were already heavily drinking for the night, so she knew she could use that as her advantage. Jagger had been in his room with Sonya for the past couple of hours, so DeDe knew she could play this off well since she hadn’t seen the other woman all day. Sonya wouldn’t willingly go with DeDe anywhere, but if she could say she needed help getting her shit out of the car, maybe this would work. If not, well … DeDe hadn’t thought that far in advance. Trick seemed to think Sonya would play along, and it seemed a simple enough task, but only time would tell. All DeDe had to do was get Sonya out of the clubhouse and into the parking lot. With only two guys inside that could not really be of much use if they were piss-ass drunk, and the chances that Trick would get to Sonya before they even realized what was going on meant this might actually work. DeDe just had to make sure she wasn’t linked to this, because then it would have all been for nothing and her life would be in the hands of the Grizzly MC.
Even now she remembered the touch of that filthy wolverine. In order to seal the deal he had made her suck his dick and then fucked her as she was pressed up against one of those nasty storage containers. Whatever. She had fucked worse men than Trick, although they certainly hadn’t been as rough or vile as he had been.
She stepped out of the backroom and quickly made her way into the main part of the club. Stinger and the prospect were sitting around one of the tables playing cards and throwing back shots. There was a joint between both of their lips, and Bill-O was passed out on the couch as usual. They didn’t even know she was there, and so she turned and left once more, slipping out of the back door and standing there for a moment. She could do this. Faking shit was a talent DeDe had.
She only waited about ten minutes before heading inside. Although she hadn’t seen Trick, she had felt eyes on her, but looking toward the front entrance of the clubhouse didn’t show anything. There were two prospects hanging out by the front of the gate, but she didn’t concern herself with how Trick planned on getting past them. That wasn’t her problem, and she didn’t care. She flicked her cigarette butt away and headed back inside. Stinger and the prospect were in the same position, but Sonya was now behind the counter making sandwiches.
“Hey,” DeDe said and set her purse on the bar.
Sonya looked up at her. The club was on lockdown, but the main room was silent since the women and children were in garage out back. It was reinforced steel, and just as protected as the main clubhouse house. But it was big enough that the children could actually run around and burn off some energy.
DeDe was thankful for that, because she didn’t want any of them getting hurt in the process. “I have some bags in the car from my earlier trip. Can you help me bring them in so I don’t have to go out like three times?”
Sonya didn’t say anything for a few minutes.
DeDe sighed. “Look, this stuff is for the guys when they come back. They will be hungry, and I’m not trusting those two,” she pointed over to Stinger and the prospect that chose that moment to laugh loudly, “to carry in the shit I just bought. They’ll likely drop it and break it.” This had to work, because she didn’t know what else to do.
“I guess. You parked right out there?” Sonya pointed to the parking lot.
“Yeah.” DeDe nodded and grabbed a plate of sandwiches. She brought them over to Stinger and the prospect.
Sonya followed and said, “I’m going to help her bring in some things from her car so she doesn’t have to make a lot of trips.”
Stinger inhaled deeply from his joint and then exhaled.
“No, you’ll stay inside. Jagger wants you in the clubhouse at all times. The prospect can go fetch them.” The prospect stood, and DeDe felt herself start to freak out.
“He’ll drop my shit. He’s already drunk and high.” Stinger turned around and stared at her for several seconds. Sweat started to dot her forehead, and she knew she was screwed if she couldn’t get Sonya outside. She was afraid of what Trick would do to her if she didn’t deliver.
Stinger slowly stood and towered over her. “You’re pretty fucking nervous there, DeDe.” He inhaled once more from the joint and passed it off to the prospect. After he exhaled and the smoke cleared, a low growl left him. “You’re trying to hide something. What the fuck are you up to—” But before she could answer there was a rain of gunfire and glass spraying forward from the windows. She was shoved aside but felt her head crack on the ground before darkness swept over her.
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Sonya was tossed to the ground from the force that came through the windows. She felt shards of glass cover her, and this whole situation felt far too familiar for her comfort. Someone grabbed her around the waist, and she tried to kick away, knowing that Trick had finally come for her.
“Shh, stop struggling.” Stinger’s voice was right by her ear, and she instantly stopped fighting him. She was on her feet and they were moving quickly through the main room and down the hallway in seconds. She looked over and saw Stinger reaching for his cell.
“Lock down the garage. Shit’s going down in here. Keep the women and children safe,” he barked out into the phone before ending the call. He hadn’t slowed his movements as he all but dragged her through the back of the clubhouse.
Sonya looked over her shoulder and saw tables and chairs scattered around the room. DeDe was lying on the ground with some debris covering her, and Sonya tried to stop.
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