by Logan Chance
She purses her lips and looks up to the side like I’ve just asked her to solve some difficult fucking math equation.
“Elevenish.”
I clench my teeth. I need to be nice. I’ll get more with honey than vinegar.
“Tell me about this dude she was talking to.” The words burn like acid leaving my lips.
“He was hot. Tall, dark and handsome.” She smiles. This bitch is trying my patience.
“Janie.” I snap my fingers. “Focus. Listen - to - my - words.” I speak in a slow, exaggerated manner. “I don’t give a fuck what he looked like. Did he have any tattoos? What was he wearing?”
More lip pursing follows my question and then some lip tapping with her index finger. I clench my fists and remind myself to breathe. I’m about to punch a fucking hole in the wall next to her head. Maybe it will scare some details out of her.
“He had a tattoo,” she nonchalantly reveals.
“What kind of tattoo?”
She smiles. “A sexy one.” She twirls her hair around her finger.
I clap my hands in front of her face. “Janie,” I shout. “I don’t care if this dude was Mr. Fucking America. What was the tattoo of? Was it a bird? A plane? Fucking Superman?” My fingers rake my hair back. She stares at me. “What was the fucking tattoo?” I shout.
“It was a devil with black and gray flames around it. It was on his bicep.”
“Didn’t Fallon see his tattoo?” I ask. The symbol she just described is the one for the Devil’s Way. Fallon knows what it is, and if she saw it, she would get the fuck away.
“No, I saw the bottom of it under his sleeve and asked him what it was. She was in the bathroom at that time.”
My feet are already in motion. I pause when I get to the door. “You need to call me if you think of anything else. Even if you think it’s an unimportant detail. Keep your phone nearby in case Fallon calls you.” I shut the door, my phone already in my hand.
Mick answers on the first ring. “Tell me something.”
“The guy she was talking to had the Devil’s Way symbol tattooed on his arm. Fallon didn’t see it but Janie did.” I rub my hand over my eyes.
“I’m going to kill those motherfuckers,” Mick grits out. I don’t doubt he means it for a second. Fallon is the most important thing to him. She’s the most important thing to me, too. I don’t like to think about it, and I live in a state of permanent denial when it comes to her, but her being taken put things in perspective for me real fast.
“I’m heading back there now. I told Liam to have the guys ready. Can you fill them all in?”
“I’ll take care of it. Get your ass back here.”
“I’m on my way.”
6
Liam
The moment Mick mentions the Devil’s Way had something to do with Fallon’s disappearance, the wheels in my head are already spinning.
Audrey.
She begged me not to go last night.
Did she know something like this would happen? I wonder what else she knows.
Mick continues laying out a plan to get his daughter back, and rage builds deep within. We’re all enraged with Fallon’s abduction.
Rory bursts through the doors, and if it wasn’t obvious his feelings before…well, it’s clear now. The man has it bad for the girl.
His hand ruffles through his thick, black hair as he paces the meeting room of the club.
Mick wants answers, and we all troubleshoot on our next course of action.
“I say we just go to their compound with guns blazing and bust them up,” Finn says, glaring over his mug of joe.
“Don’t be an idiot. We need to know for certain where they’re keeping her. We don’t need any more heat on us.” Patrick makes eye contact with me, hoping I’ll back him up.
But, he’s right. We’ve had the FBI after us for ages, trying to piece together the corrupt activities we’re up to.
“Fuck the police. We need to get her back.” Rory grits his teeth and clenches his fists together.
“I have an idea.” Fuck, I hate the idea in my head, but something needs to be done.
I jump from my seat, heading toward the door. I can feel everyone’s eyes shooting daggers into my back as I open the door.
“Care to share?” Rory changes his position, ready to leave with me.
I stop, throw a glance back at him over my shoulder and shoot him a hopeful grin. “I’m going to call Don from the smoke shop. See if he has any info. Just be ready.”
My motorcycle roars to life as I head down the interstate. There’s only one place I want to be right now.
It isn’t a mystery most of my thoughts center around Audrey. Hell, even last night while that sinkhole sucked my cock deep down her throat, it was Audrey’s mouth I imagined. Her sweet, pink lips. The way her cheeks hollow while she takes me in between her lips, sucking every last drop of my want for her.
I shake the thoughts of her off as I take the exit leading to her apartment on the outskirts of Summerlin.
Once we had the vision and dream to live together, in a suburb, raise a family and all that bullshit. But, our lives took off in different directions.
The one who got away. More like she fled away faster than I could handle.
While I ride to her place, I reminisce over the memory of her. The way she was everything to me. And then, in a heartbeat she was gone.
Fuck. I sound like a pussy.
But, if she knows anything of Fallon’s whereabouts, then it’s up to me to figure it out. Get the information from her any way I see fit.
With that thought, crazy images come to mind. Handcuffs, rope, a paddle to force the info from her. I smile as I continue to think of all the compromising positions I’d love to get Audrey in.
I spot her apartment long before I pull into the lot. I don’t know if she’s even here or what’s waiting for me on the other side of her door. But, I knock anyways.
She answers, her brown curls catching the rays of the sun. Hot. She’s a fucking dream come true.
“Liam, what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.” She grabs my arm, wrapping her fingers around the ink tattoo I had gotten years ago just for her. Two skulls kissing under the moonlight, symbolizing my love for her would be true even after death. But, I’d never fucking tell her that.
“Aud, tell me you had nothing to do with this,” I say as she closes the door.
We step inside her foyer, her eyes racing with worry. She knows something. Now my mission is crystal clear. I’m not leaving here until she gives me something concrete to go on.
“There’ve been rumors.” She leads me down a short hallway and into her living room.
She sits on her black, leather couch and tucks her bare feet under her ass. Her tank clings to her tits, and I cross my arms over my chest as I tower over her.
“Go on. Where is she?”
Her eyes drop to the pillow beside her. She picks it up and runs her fingers over the pattern. “I don’t know.”
“Fucking bullshit.” I’m pissed. I drop my arms and pace the room, glancing at pictures of Audrey on her Harley with the backdrop of Vegas behind her. She appears happy in the photos but with a hidden truth lost in her eyes.
Having dated her for so long, I can recognize that the face looking back at me from the pictures isn’t a happy one.
“Those were taken last year on a ride.” She rises off the couch and stands beside me.
“I don’t care. All I care about is finding Fallon.”
“I really do want to help. You have to believe me.” She places her hand gently on my shoulder, and I step out of her reach.
“Believe you? Are you fucking kidding me, Audrey?” My expression is dead, spineless even.
“I don’t know where they’re keeping her. I wasn’t sure of exactly who they took either. All I know is there’s been an upset with Tyler. Vince and he have been fighting. And they want more than ever to take Mick out.”
“What else?”
“I’m not sure, but I think they planned for you guys to pick up that shipment. They knew everything. I think Marco might be helping Tyler.” She resumes her seat on the couch, and I relax a bit when I realize her readiness to help.
“Fuck. Not Marco.” We’ve worked with Marco for years. But, then again, you can’t trust a thief.
I pull out my phone, already dialing Rory’s number.
I relay the info Audrey just unleashed, and Rory is already fuming with ideas.
“I’ll be back soon,” I tell him as I hang up. I glance over to Audrey. “Anything else?”
She doesn’t speak, her eyes pleading silently with mine. “No.”
“I don’t believe you. What are you hiding?” I step back to my towering position over her. My cock throbs with her mouth so close to my zipper.
Images of fisting my hands through her long hair come to mind. Fuck, focus.
“I’m not,” she whispers in a sexy voice. It’s the same voice I’ve heard so many times in the years we dated. And, more recently, in my dreams.
I reach my hand down, and with my finger I lift her chin to gaze into her soft, amber eyes. “Audrey, I need to know everything.” My hand doesn’t leave her skin. Instead it travels the length of her jaw, caressing along the way.
“Liam, I don’t know anything.” And for the moment I want to believe her, hell maybe I even do.
My mind screams at me to walk out the door. Leave and get back to the club so we can continue the manhunt for Fallon.
Yet, the way Audrey gazes up at me, like I’m her last meal on Earth, I can’t stop my next actions.
“Make me believe you.” My voice is steady as my own words surprise me.
She glances at the bulge of my jeans, level with her eyes, and reaches her hands up to lower my zipper. She runs her hand over my thickening dick growing inside my jeans, and her saucy eyes meet mine once more.
This girl knows I love a good blow job, and she has always been the only one who delivers the best. But, right now, I don’t want her mouth sucking me off.
My cock hasn’t felt the warmth of a pussy in ages. I never fuck a sinkhole, and I don’t have the energy to even try to meet another woman. So today, I’d do anything to sink deep inside her sweet hole.
“Liam,” she says on a moan.
She rises to her feet, slowly and seductively as fuck. Just the smell of her makes my cock rock hard. All cherries and lace.
Our lips meet, and I make quick work of her tank. It hits the floor. Her tits are better than I remember, and I should get an award with how much I picture them every night.
She backs me up, pushing me down to sit on the couch. She moves between my legs.
“What color are your panties?” I ask. My hand begins at the crook of her knee and travels up her smooth skin to the pleasure spot between her legs.
“Red.”
I growl.
“And Lace,” she finishes.
“Fuck, Audrey.” She knows I love the red and lace together on her.
She unzips her shorts, letting them pool at her feet.
I run my hand higher up her silky leg as she steps out of them.
It’s all white heat and red lace. Her body is an art of perfection, and her creamy skin screams for me to suck on her all day long.
Her fingers rummage through my hair as I reach both hands to cup her ass. I bring her to my lips, sucking the lace between my teeth.
She tastes good, even better than I remember.
“Oh God,” she breathes.
“Do you miss me? Do you miss the way I used to make you feel?”
She nods as I suck along her sweet mound, sliding the panel of her panties to the side with my finger. I lift her leg, planting her foot on the couch beside me so I can get a better taste.
She rocks her pussy against my face, digging her nails in my scalp and moaning all the while. My cock is hard, but I don’t care.
It’s been ages since I’ve dined on a sweet pussy like hers. I lean back against the couch, lining her hot spot up with my hungry mouth.
I fuck her with my tongue as she grinds her clit against me. I slam a finger inside her as she loses control, rocking and fucking my face.
I tug her ass closer, burying myself in her hot cunt. Fuck, this is hot. I’ve missed her.
She rides out the remainder of her orgasm, screaming my name over and over. It’s sexy as hell, and it makes me want to claim her once again.
But, now is not the time. I have bigger shit to deal with. I want her to know this is not over.
I stand from the couch, kissing her one last time, making my fact of needing her known.
“Can you do something for us,” I say, breaking the kiss.
“Anything.”
I grin.
“Just follow Tyler, see if he knows anything.”
I walk out the door, with my shit-eating-grin spreading from ear to ear.
Before I mount my bike, I place a call to Rory.
“Hey, I have Audrey checking in on a few things with Tyler.”
“Cool, you coming back here?”
“Yeah.” And my bike roars to life as I smile with thoughts of Audrey fresh in my mind.
7
Rory
I’m not stupid or naive. I know Liam almost as well as I know myself. Well enough to know that fucker went to see Audrey, and I guarantee he’s getting his dick wet while he’s there.
At the very least he’s getting a taste of what he’s been missing out on.
I should be fucking pissed he selfishly thought with his dick when Fallon’s in danger, but I can’t say I’d do anything different if the situation were reversed.
The waiting is fucking killing me. I can’t sit around the clubhouse any longer. At the least I can be driving around, searching for possible places the Devil’s Way might be keeping her.
“Rory, wait up,” Keegan calls to me as I head out the front door.
I slip the keys to the van out of my pocket and click the remote to unlock the doors.
“Where are you going, Knuckles?” he asks, stopping beside me.
I step up into the van and settle down into the comfort of the worn leather beneath me. “I’m going to look for Fallon. I can’t just stay here twiddling my thumbs any longer.” I place the key in the ignition. “She could be hurt.” I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment to block out the visions of Tyler or any of his club members touching her.
“I’m coming with you.” A flash of worry passes over Keegan’s face. No doubt he knows I’m good for my word, and if Tyler has fucked with one hair on Fallon’s head, he’s a dead man. He moves around the van and climbs in the passenger side.
“If they’ve laid one finger on her, I’m going to fucking kill them all,” I grit between clenched teeth.
“I know, bro, and I’ll be right there beside you.” He fastens his seatbelt and claps his hands. “Let’s go.”
I’ll gladly do jail time if it means keeping Fallon safe. Not that it would ever come to that. It’s all about who you know, and we’re lucky enough to know the right people.
Starting the van, I think about the possible places the Devil’s Way could be keeping her.
Where should we look first?
While searching online earlier, I learned they’ve recently purchased three warehouses all within their territory. Wherever they’re holding Fallon, it would most likely be nearby, for convenience sake and for safety too.
“We’re going to check out the warehouses over by the airport. They just purchased them in the past month.”
“Sounds good. What are we going to do if we find her?” In my periphery, I see his head turn in my direction.
My eyes flick to him and then back forward. “Whatever we have to.”
As we speed down the empty stretch of road, my chest burns with worry for Fallon. I rub my hand over it, but it’s not going to go away until I know she’s safe and sound. We need to find her as soon as possible. Tyler is a loose cannon, and g
od only knows what he’ll do to her.
We investigate all three warehouses without any luck. They’re all empty and borderline ramshackle. What the fuck is he planning on using these for?
Fuck. Pushing my hair back out of my eyes, I search the surrounding area for any sign of activity, but there’s nothing. I’m disappointed and disheartened. The afternoon sun is scorching as it beats down on us while we walk back to the van. My white t-shirt is soaked with sweat and sticking to my back like a second skin.
My phone beeps with an incoming call. Glancing down at the screen, my heart thunders out an erratic beat when I notice a number I don’t recognize.
“Yeah,” I answer, knowing in my gut this is about Fallon.
“Rory, my old friend. How have you been?” Tyler Fucking Black. I’d recognize that scratchy voice anywhere.
“Black, what can I do for you?” My tone is deceptively calm, but my free hand is clenched in a tight fist. I want to tear him apart, piece by piece, and scatter his body parts around the desert for the scavengers to feast on.
Keegan’s hand on my shoulder steadies me. Our eyes lock and I nod, letting him know I’ve got this. I switch the phone to speaker so we can both hear.
“I have some merchandise you might want to take possession of,” he chuckles.
Fuck. He has Fallon.
“That merchandise better not be damaged in any way,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
“So far, it’s in perfect condition, but I can’t promise it will remain that way.”
“What do you want, Black? Get to the fucking point.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and fight the urge to tell him to fuck himself.
“I have a business proposition for you and your brothers. Let’s meet up and see if we can work out a deal. I think you’ll like what I’m proposing, and even if you don’t, it won’t matter. I know you’ll do anything to keep Fallon safe.”
“When and where?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Oh, Rory. One of these days you’ll realize I have eyes everywhere and know everything. Does Mick know how you feel about his little princess?”
“When and where, Black?” I refuse to rise to his bait.
“Eight o’clock at Slide.” He ends the call.
I wind up to throw my phone, but I don’t release it. I swing my arm down to my side and growl in frustration as I bend over. My hands are on my knees as I breathe deep. I don’t like feeling helpless. It brings up too many buried feelings from when my mother was murdered. The outcome needs to be different this time. I won’t survive losing Fallon too.