Made Men 8: All or Nothing (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Chapter 6

  Lenox, Cobra, Roman, and Ziek watched over Alessa all night. She woke up several times acting like she was completely intoxicated, and even started to undress then kiss Cobra. He was still trying to get over that, and her expressed desires that she wanted them in her bed and to claim her their woman already. They didn’t know if it was the truth or not, but boy, did hearing her say the words and basically attack them and kiss them, confuse the hell out of them. They had to hold her down and talk calmly to her to get her to relax and fall back to sleep.

  He and the guys talked about how bad this drug was, and how pissed off they were knowing some piece of shit could very well have gotten her out of the club if it weren’t for Alda. Their buddies Brew, Royce, Logic, and Train were fuming mad and so damn pissed when the guy said he put something in Alda’s drink too but she didn’t drink it, that Brew nearly killed the guy on the spot. Staring at Alessa as she slept in her bed had him feeling the same jealous, angry feelings for the guy responsible. He wanted to find the source, the supplier of this very unique and expensive drug.

  “Hey, Andreas is on the phone. He got a hold of a number for that guy at the club. It’s no longer in service,” Lenox said to him.

  “They’re on to us. They must have heard about last night and the two women being connected to the families. It has to be,” Cobra replied.

  “Word travels fast when Brew is pissed off and wants heads on platters. Man, I thought he was going to kill that guy.”

  “I thought of doing it myself,” Cobra said and then looked back to the bed where Alessa lay sleeping. She was still wearing the sexy dress, but her feet were bare, the feminine red toenails peeking out from under the covers.

  “Cobra, Roman, and Ziek want these guys, just as badly as the rest of us do. We need to get someone over here to keep watch over Alessa while we go hunting. Bella and Caprice will be here in an hour or so,” Lenox told him.

  “Good, and some guards, too, right?”

  “Definitely,” Lenox said and then Cobra watched Lenox walk closer to the bed and caress her hair.

  “She’s too sweet, too angelic to have come so close to such monsters. If they got her to that party…fuck,” Lenox said, pulling back and running his fingers through his hair.

  The floor creaked and Cobra saw Ziek and Roman.

  “Did she awake again?” Ziek asked just as Alessa started to blink open her eyes. Lenox was closest and bent down by the side of the bed. Her eyes landed on him.

  “Easy, baby. How are you feeling?” he asked her and she blinked several times and then looked at him wide eyed and then toward the others. She blinked again as if she thought she was imagining seeing them there. She wouldn’t know how she came on to them, and how they had to stop her from undressing and rocking her body against theirs one by one, every chance she got.

  “My head hurts. I don’t feel good. I think I drank too much,” she said and Ziek brought over the pail they had by her last night when she said she was going to vomit but didn’t.

  She tried lifting up. Lenox spoke to her. “Easy, honey. It was a hell of a night and moving around too much could make you feel worse,” he told her. She looked at him and then the others.

  “What happened? What are you doing here?” she asked and tears instantly filled her eyes, and she pulled the blankets on the bed higher against her body.

  “You don’t remember what happened last night?” Ziek asked her, moving closer to the bed. Cobra’s stomach ached.

  She closed her eyes and then sat up with Lenox’s assistance. Her hair was messy and fell over her shoulder. The blankets fell and he could see how loose her dress was. She unzipped it last night and they wouldn’t dare re-zip it, afraid that she would kiss them again and undress the rest of the way.

  Her large breasts poured from the top and she held it.

  “My dress,” she said and then looked at them.

  “Nothing happened between us and you, honey. We watched over you. Do you remember anything from last night?” Roman asked, sounding so commanding and authoritative. The tears spilled from her eyes as she squinted and then her lip quivered. Lenox reached out and caressed her hair.

  “It’s okay. Alda and the rest of us saved you.”

  “Saved me from what?” she asked.

  Cobra got angrier. She didn’t remember one goddamn thing. No wonder this stuff was so expensive. Anyone who took it had no recollection of the night’s events. These women could be raped, tortured by multiple men and she wouldn’t even know it unless they left bruises, or did worse things.

  Lenox placed his hands over hers as she sat on the side of the bed. Ziek sat next to her and caressed her hair as he helped zip up her dress on the side.

  Roman stood by Cobra.

  “Someone drugged you last night. They put it in your drink and planned on making you leave with them,” Roman explained.

  “Drugged me? I was drugged? How did you stop them? Where is Alda? Is she hurt?” she asked.

  “Alda is with her men. She saw the guy trying to make you leave and noticed you were acting drunk. The guy tried forcing you out but Alda made a scene.” Roman explained in detail what happened and then what they did and what was going on as an inside investigation.

  The tears fell and she sniffled and then covered her mouth. “They were going to rape me? Multiple men? Oh my God.”

  “It’s okay, baby. We got to you. We’ve stayed with you all night,” Lenox told her and hugged her to him. She hugged him tight and cried against his chest. Ziek caressed her back and reassured her that she was going to be okay and not to focus on what could have happened and focus on the fact that she was safe and they were all protecting her.

  Cobra looked at Roman.

  “Bella and Caprice should be here soon and I think we need to start knocking on doors.” Roman nodded and then Cobra looked back at Lenox and Ziek consoling sweet, young, beautiful Alessa. A woman ten years younger than them and one they’d had their eyes on but didn’t make a move. She was going to get their protection whether she wanted it or not from here on out. He never wanted to feel so helpless and worried again.

  * * * *

  It cost Antonio a lot of fucking money to clean up the mess of blood. Tatum truly lost his shit and took some seriously nasty crap last night. He caused Antonio to lose the opportunity to get Alda into bed. She seemed ripe for the taking, especially at the bar as she let him run his hands along her skin and practically her ass. He hoped one of those two dicks she was friends with didn’t take her home with them. He was making progress. Letting her know that she could be the face for international sales of MAX products. He needed another meeting with her. Preferably, alone.

  “I’m sorry I fucked up,” Tatum stated from the doorway, holding his head. His eyes were red, his hair a mess. He looked like shit.

  “This shit can’t happen, Tatum. You promised, never again back in the UK and look what happened?”

  “I know. I fucking know, okay. It was the shit I took.”

  “Where did you get it? Who gave it to you?”

  “Haley.”

  Antonio clenched his teeth. That fucking bitch. She was jealous. Haley knew what he was planning. To seduce Alda, get her into bed and to be the face of MAX products overseas. He’d whisk her away, totally take over her life in every way, and Haley was jealous.

  “She shouldn’t have given you anything. You don’t need it. The point of using that drug on the women is to remain in complete control and get what you want. No harm comes to the women and that’s what keeps you out of fucking jail. They don’t remember shit, and you get to get off every way you want with their bodies. No bruises, no marks on them. It’s foolproof if you just fucking stay off the drugs yourself.”

  “I know, Antonio. I fucking know but Haley, she came here, wearing one of those sexy dresses, and we drank. She brought a friend.”

  “A friend you fucked up so bad she might die.”

  “You’ll make sure she doesn’t die.”


  “You think I have control over life and death? Did you not see the fucking blood? The damage you did on that woman?” Antonio yelled. He had to make sure that Tatum didn’t know he killed the woman. Tatum would spiral out of control and he would lose his mind completely.

  “She’ll make it. Tell me she’ll make it, Antonio. I need to know that she’ll make it.”

  He stared at him. The man was just as big, as muscular as Antonio was. He was a smart man, a good businessman and this mistake could have cost them everything.

  “I just wanted to keep her.”

  “What?” Antonio asked him.

  “I know. I know it’s fucked up, but I’m tired of no connections, of these games we’ve played perfecting the drug. It’s perfect now. We know that and are making a killing in sales. I want a woman that will stay with me.”

  Antonio exhaled. He didn’t want to mention what he was working on.

  “Haley said there’s a woman that would be perfect for me.” Antonio’s chest tightened. Haley must have mentioned Alda to him. Shit, she wasn’t ready yet. Antonio needed time.

  “Haley showed me a picture of her, Antonio. She’s perfect. Definitely not like the others. It’s time to stop fucking around.”

  “And if you took something out of boredom again and hurt Alda?”

  “I won’t. It was Haley’s doing. She slipped it into my drink. I should have known something was up when she kissed me and her friend she brought got this dazed look in her eyes and I knew. Haley brought her for me, but wanted to join in, too. It was too late when I started feeling funny and then things got out of hand.”

  “Yes, they did get out of hand and Haley will suffer for it, as well.”

  Antonio had his hands on his hips as he looked out at the city skyscrapers.

  “Can I meet her?” Tatum asked.

  “Not yet. She isn’t ready yet, and I’m not sure she’s right for this or even available.”

  “What do you mean? Haley said she doesn’t date and works a lot.”

  “When I was out with her there were men around that knew her. Made men she was friends with. There could be something there.”

  “No. No, you’ll make sure we get her. I want it to be her. She looks like a model, and Haley said she’s smart, classy and knows the product line. Between the two of us, you and I, we can make her ours. We can use her as the face for the products and smuggle the drugs in and out of the country in those makeup packages. It’s going to work.”

  “I don’t know, Tatum.”

  Tatum was quiet.

  “You want her for yourself. She’s that perfect, isn’t she? Holy fuck, Antonio.”

  Antonio turned to look at Tatum.

  “She’s special, Tatum. When you do get to meet her, when I say it’s time, you’ll realize how special she is and you’ll understand that we can’t fuck it up. You can’t take any drugs, or hurt her. You can’t. She’s a grand prize in all of this shit we’ve been doing. Perfecting the drug, marketing it as a very unique and powerful gift. The demand is so high right now that the orders are coming in and we don’t have enough product. The best thing I did was put a hold on it for some time.”

  “When can I see her, meet her?” Tatum asked.

  He looked Tatum over.

  “When you’re out of your funk. When your head is out of your ass and you’re cleaned up and sharp minded. Don’t trust Haley, no matter what she offers you, understand me?”

  “I get it now. The bitch could only get away with fooling me once. She got me when I was down, and wanting more.”

  “I understand. I’ll take care of the other situation, but you need to be sure about remaining calm and not losing your shit. Alda will see right through you.”

  “She sounds amazing.”

  Antonio smirked. “Tatum, she is incredible. She’s gorgeous, sexy as sin, but there’s this air of classiness, confidence, sexuality that would make any man do whatever it takes to keep her close. Her scent, the shampoo, her perfume, whatever it is makes you want to lean closer and inhale. She’s feminine, too, and submissive.”

  “Fuck,” Tatum said and swallowed hard. “How much longer, Antonio?”

  “Friday night they’ll be a party. A pre-release celebration for one of the other lines MAX Industries is launching. She’ll be there. Working it, of course, but I won’t introduce you. You’ll need to make your own introductions and see if the attraction is there. If it goes well then we’ll set up another meeting with her alone.”

  “Good. Very good. I’ll be fine by Friday. I’ll get it together and won’t fuck up again. What about Haley?”

  “Oh, don’t worry about her. I’ll take care of Haley personally. The bitch has obviously forgotten who owns her.”

  * * * *

  Alda awoke with her face wedged up between thick, hard muscle. There was a hand pressed over her ass and another one cupped her breast. She instantly felt panicked. Her mind thinking, processing what happened last night. How many times she had sex with Brew, Royce, Logic, and Train. God, it was amazing and she nearly had anal sex, too. What the hell was she thinking? She absorbed the feel of Logic’s hand on her breast, his thick body pressed up behind her and her face against Train’s chest. Train’s hand remained over her ass and now that she was awake, even with her eyes closed he must have been awake too as his hand began to caress along her thigh.

  The awkward morning after. How would they react? Where were Brew and Royce? Would they minimize what occurred last night? Was she just another notch on their belts? God, she hoped not, yet she wondered how this could work. It really couldn’t work. Not with their professions and certainly not now with hers.

  She opened her eyes and began to lift up when the two hands squeezed her, Logic’s against her breast and Train’s over her ass and thigh. Apparently it didn’t bother Train that his brother’s hand was over her breasts and against Train’s skin. They were close. She remembered them referring to one another as bros throughout the night.

  “Good morning,” Train said and eased back slightly to look at her. She blinked her eyes, feeling tired still.

  The hand that held her ass now eased up her hip to her shoulder then her cheek. She lifted higher.

  “Tired still?” he asked.

  “A little,” she whispered.

  Logic stroked her nipple. Her lips parted.

  “You were incredible last night, Alda,” he said to her and gazed over her lips and her breast, watching Logic stroke her nipple then tug.

  “Logic,” she whispered. He slid his hand away and to her hip then kissed her neck.

  “It’s getting late. We should get up, eat something,” Logic said and lifted up.

  She realized they were starting to make their departure. Brew and Royce already left, their words to her last night were lies told in the heat of passion. Why did it hurt so much knowing they left, that it meant nothing to them? She knew she took a chance last night. There was no way she wasn’t going to explore her feelings and give in to the desires.

  “You’re right. We need to get up. I want to call and check on Alessa,” she said as Logic climbed out of her bed. Train squinted at her and then caressed her hip.

  “We’ll check with Cobra and see if Alessa is up yet. Those drugs were strong,” he said to her and then stroked her jaw, just staring at her like Train wanted to say more, or perhaps was still thinking about the possibility that it could have been her drugged last night, too. Could he care so much, or was it all part of the game, the role he was playing right now?

  “Okay. I should shower first.”

  He nodded and then got up, offered her a hand and when she moved she felt achy, sore in places she wasn’t used to feeling sore in.

  “Are you okay?” he asked her with a hand on her hip, once again his eyes zeroed in on her body, making every inch react with need and desire. She loved the way he looked at her like she was a feast. Perfection and more than he expected. Was it foolish for her to wish last night meant more to him and t
he others?

  “Maybe a bath instead?” he suggested, holding her by her hips.

  “I’ll be fine. Help yourselves to whatever you want in the kitchen,” she told him and he nodded and then released her but one glance over her shoulder and both men were staring at her body.

  She closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, exhaling.

  “Oh God, I like them so much. How could I be so stupid? How could I let them into my body and my heart? I was just going to be another woman who had sex with them and now lusted over them.” Her heart ached and she felt stupid, used, and she didn’t like the feeling. She needed to be smart here. It was a great night, brought on by a dangerous and terrible situation. No woman would have been able to resist their masculinity, their commands and instant protectiveness. The four men acted possessive, protective and like she was their top priority. So what it was just as precaution and an after effect of the situation. It was still enjoyable. Hell, it was incredible, who was she kidding. She pushed off the door and turned on the shower, grabbing what she needed. She looked in the mirror and could see the glow on her face, the love bites along her skin, her breasts. She pressed fingers to them and traced the light marks. Four men. Brew, Royce, Logic, and Train, enforcers, soldiers, made men and she had sex, a ménage for the very first time with the four of them. Holy shit.

  She got into the shower and gave herself a mental pep talk. It was time to face the realities of what she engaged in last night. If the four men could act so nonchalant and unaffected by it, then she could do that, too. She was a professional woman who faced aggressive businessmen in meeting rooms, certainly she could handle a one-night stand with four sexy, oh God, amazing lovers like these guys. “Shit,” she stated aloud and felt too many emotions to process. She finished up and dried herself off. She then did her hair and makeup, very little makeup. She wasn’t too into it at all. She dressed casually. An off the shoulder long sleeve top that hugged her shape and a pair of hip hugger designer jeans that showed off her belly ring, and a bit of the tattoo on her hip. If she was going to be released like their latest adventure then she might as well make them drool as they left her this morning.