“Honey,” Anya said softly, and Torch shook his head.
“Not done.” Anya nodded hesitantly and then waited. Torch talked about their past, the things they had done, everything they had been involved in, and Anya listened to the whole thing. And then Torch stopped after he told her everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
“This life is not traditional, you will see that. If you can’t handle it, then I will leave it but, baby, I want you to see if you can handle it. These people are my family, they have been with me every step of the way, and honest to God, I love what we do. We make a difference, and it’s something I have always wanted to do.”
Anya bit her lip and listened. Then she whispered, “Honey, I have been without you for five years, in that time I never looked at another man because I knew the only one for me was you. I waited, and I would have waited forever, and if you didn’t find me, I know I would have found you.”
His stared at her, and said, “The women in the club, they are…”
“Honey, I met them, I get it, seriously. Especially when they said sometimes the guys bring home some women who shall we say, are a bit brash, and trashy. I can handle it, although possibly I may get a little bitchy if they look at you, or touch you. Other than that, we are fine,” Anya said, and Torch closed his eyes.
“I love you,” she whispered and continued, “I always have, from the first time I saw you, I knew it was you I was meant to be with.”
Torch sucked in a breath, and she still continued, “We have a daughter. She is part of you, and she kept me going for so long, just waiting. Now you are here, you have both of us and, honey, that is more than enough. Although another baby would make it better.”
Torch opened his eyes and looked at her and then said, “I love you, and Maci, I already love her and, baby, I will plant my baby in you, and this time, I will be with you every step of the way.”
Anya felt the tears gathering. This is what it felt like to finally have everything, and she didn’t want to forget it. She’d waited a long time to have it.
They didn’t know there was another passenger on the boat. They hadn’t asked, and the crew hadn’t mentioned it. The First Shirt paced in his room, making sure that they made it through the straight and out into the ocean before he made his move. He didn’t want them to be able to do a damned thing. But by the time the boat reached the dock, he would be the only passenger on the boat. Even his man who was here wasn’t going to make it. The Shirt was in clean-up mode, and unfortunately, his guy was part of the clean-up.
He grabbed his bag and looked inside. Everything was ready and in place. He had the list of people with the woman and child. There were only five and the child, plus his man. He had enough bullets to take care of it. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number.
“Are you there?” the Senator asked.
The Shirt snapped back, “I am. When this is done, the last shipment will be ready, and I am done. Do you have my exit planned?”
“Of course I do, when the last shipment is done, you will disappear,” the Senator said smoothly.
The Shirt nodded and hung up. This had been his plan all along. Things had gotten out of hand, and it was time for him to get the fuck out of the country. He already had a place lined up in Switzerland. He would stay there long enough to make sure no one found out the truth, then he would be retiring in the sunny tropics. The money he had stashed would last for a long time. He had plenty to live a nice life and not want for anything.
But first, he had to take care of the loose ends.
Ridge and the others stared at the young man before them. He had refused to answer anything. Instead, he had been a dick. It was cool, especially since Fling was on the phone getting the background of this asshole they asked for.
“Make it easier if you told us,” Loki said, opening his knife and playing with the tip. “Fling gets off the phone, and you’re still uncooperative, he’s going to give us permission to get the answers from you. Trust me, you don’t want that, but just so you know, I hope you are gonna be an asshole and keep jerking us around. ‘Cause I haven’t gotten to torture anyone in a long time. You know what they say, use it so you don’t lose it.”
The young man stared at him and then said quietly, “Is that supposed to make me afraid?”
Boomer laughed loudly, “Loki, seems like he likes pain, I bet he’s looking forward to it.”
Fling hung up the phone and turned around and looked at him. “Your mother’s name was Caroline Falcon?”
Bjorn looked up and frowned and nodded. “Not that it matters, but yeah, it’s public record.”
“Public record? Don’t you know her?” Fling snapped.
The young man leaned back and looked bored. “None of your business, but no, I didn’t know my mother or my father who is not on the birth certificate.”
Fling ran a hand through his hair and looked at the rest of them and motioned with his head to move to the other side of the room.
“What’s up?” Tank asked.
“Mother’s name was Caroline Falcon,” Fling said, and the guys nodded.
“You said that, brother,” Tally said slowly and they waited.
“When we first came out of the military, Titan and I went to another club to talk to them, we needed a cover. This was before Sunshine and Birdie. They had a party for us, we were going to go into business with them. We were there for a week hammering out the details, and during that time they had some club whores around. Both of us found one we liked and used them for the whole week. I remember Titan laughed when his chick gave her club name, it was Falcon, she had a huge bird tatted on her shoulder,” Fling said and all of them turned and looked at the young man.
“You saying that is Titan’s kid, one he never knew about. Birdie and Titan tried for years to have kids. They couldn’t, but they were happy taking yours when they wanted a kid fix,” Boomer said, and Fling nodded.
“Fuck, we need to find out,” Loki said. “Because I can’t torture him unless he is a stranger, Sunny would kick my ass.”
“Brother, there is something wrong with you,” Tank said, shaking his head.
“We need to get Torch,” Ridge said. “Find Ox, make him go.”
Loki smiled. “Good thinking, seriously, I am not knocking on that door.”
“Tell Ox to come back here too. We’re going to need to figure this out,” Fling said and then walked back to the young guy tied to the chair, and he looked at him closely. He looked so much like Titan, Sunshine was gonna loose her damned mind. Fling had no idea what the fuck he was even going to say about this. He heard the door shut and then Loki and the ones who were left came back and sat down.
“Okay, so we need to know more information,” Fling said.
Bjorn shook his head and said, “No, now you are giving me some answers. This has nothing to do with my mission. That dude, he had no clue where I was going, he jumped me in the elevator and was yelling something about me pretending I was dead.”
Fling looked at Loki who shrugged. “Okay, I admit, when I first saw him I was slightly wired, I could have been thinking irrationally.”
“Whatever,” Bjorn said and then looked back to Fling. “He wanted to know if I had plastic surgery, the bastard even checked me for scars. So, I wanna know who the fuck you think I am, and where in the fuck you are taking me? I work for the Justice Department; do you know the kinda shit you are in for, like kidnapping a fucking Federal Employee?”
Fling laughed loudly and said, “Boy, do you know who we are?”
Bjorn frowned and shook his head. “No, should I?”
Fling leaned forward and said, “We are the ones they call when you can’t handle your shit. We are the Furies, and my clearance is way above your paygrade.”
Bjorn frowned and looked at the group of rough looking men, what the fuck were they talking about? Furies? Was this supposed to mean something to him? Because it didn’t, and because of that, he wasn’t sure which way to go with this. F
inally, he figured he would just be honest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about or who the Furies are. I was assigned to go and pick up a lady and her kid…” Bjorn started, and Fling held up his hand.
“We are well aware of your orders, and we also know they were wrong. WE were assigned to find the woman, not you. I’m not sure who told you what to do…”
“My supervising boss,” Bjorn said gruffly. “And he doesn’t make mistakes like that.”
Chapter Fourteen
“You awake?” she heard him whisper into her ear.
They had made love again, and then they had gotten up and found Maci who was playing with the girls. After eating a small lunch, the women told them to go and take a bit more time. Actually, it had been Coco who smiled and said, “Maci’s nap time is coming; go, I will put her down.” They had of course taken her up on the offer, and the two had come back to their room.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
A small smile floated across his face, “Good.” Then his lips were on hers. Soft, sweet, as if weighing her feelings for him, and playing a cat and mouse game. Not sure if it was the look in his eyes or the knowledge that he was finally hers again, but she threw her arms up and around his neck, deepening the kiss. She took charge, demanding he respond and was happy when he did. He moved his hand from her face, down to her ass, squeezing the globes before pushing her down further on the bed. He ran his tongue along the inside of her mouth, and she did the same and moaned when he caressed her breast.
Fuck, she was hot, he thought. He totally missed this, all of it, the feel of her, knowing she was with him, and just the general feeling of being happy. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her and her legs wrapped around his body. He wasted no time in turning, wanting her to ride him this time. He sat on the bed, with his back to the wall as Anya straddled his body, grinding her pussy against his aching cock.
Breaking the kiss, he ran his hands up her back. Fuck, her skin was so damned soft, he ran his hands through her hair, the long tresses that he loved. He watched as her eyes closed and she leaned her head back, exposing her neck to him and allowing her hair to hang down her back.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered as he gazed at the beautiful creature above him. Unable to resist, he tightened his hand in her hair and lifted her head, so they were looking at each other. Her eyes were heavy with lust, and he was lost. She was everything to him, and right now, he was going to show her…again.
Pulling her down to him, he licked and sucked her neck right above her pulse point, and the wetness of her arousal was evident. Tiny whimpers escaped her as he nipped and sucked her neck while palming her breast. Anya began moving back and forth on him, causing him to almost come in his pants like a young schoolboy. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucked while pulling and elongating the other nipple between his fingers. She seemed to need more while holding his head to her chest. He moved one hand between them and slid a finger against her clit. Shifting, he pressed her back down into the bed, fuck he was gonna let her ride him but he couldn’t yet, he was too wound up. The sheet tangled around them and he growled in frustration.
“Please,” she begged while kissing his neck. Her hands moved up to his back while her nails dug into his skin. Her mark was on him. A primal instinct took over, and he ripped the sheet around them from her body, pushing his fingers into her hot channel. She was so tight, and the need to be in her consumed everything when her panting and moaning started. Fuck, his woman was hot, her pussy needed him
“Yes, please, I need you, Max,” she egged him on. Within half a heartbeat he slammed into her to the hilt. Anya cried out, clinging to him as he held himself still, enjoying the feeling of being inside her. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulled out until only the top of his cock remained lodged in her pussy before he thrust back inside, hitting her sweet spot. Over and over he pulled out with exquisite slowness before slamming into her good and hard. But all too soon his desire picked up, and he started to really move. In and out he moved with her, meeting him thrust for thrust until the two of them cried out. Her nails dug more into his back, and he could feel her walls tighten around him, knowing she was close. Thank fuck, he thought as he too was on the brink. Lifting his head, he watched as Anya’s head was thrown back, her back arched and she flew apart in his arms, fuck.
It was just what she needed, and she cried out his name like a prayer holding him while he pumped and he too found his release, coating her inside with his come. She heard him sigh and felt him hold her closer to him. Both of them panting and trying to catch their breath as they came down, together.
Anya felt like she had just been fucked ten ways to Tuesday, and then back again. Holy hell. She didn’t even know if she could move her legs, and she didn’t care. Right now she was laying with Torch on top of her, enjoying her orgasmic glow. Torch was kissing her softly, sweetly.
“Hey, baby, you okay?” Looking up into his sparkling green eyes, she couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m more than fine.” That seemed to reassure him. “Torch, how are we going to get outta bed? It seems like every time I think about it, I just can’t seem to do it.” This time he kissed her palm while she touched his face.
“Baby, I know the feeling, but sooner or later, our daughter is going to want her parents.” Her heart melted right then and there, and she realized that in this moment he was back. No longer letting the past hurt them, but coming together to overcome it. She went to reply when there was a loud knock on the door before it swung open. Anya screamed trying to cover herself when she realized that Torch was already doing that.
“Fuck, sorry, brother, need you in the other room,” said Ox, who now looked mortified by their appearance. He growled and said, “Also gonna need you to hold Loki so I can kick his ass.”
“Not a problem, but you can leave now before I kick your ass before you get a chance to return the favor to Loki,” Torch snapped.
The large man nodded and looked at Anya and said, “Sorry, Anya.”
“Uh, no problem,” she squeaked and pulled the cover up higher around her. Anya tried to reassure him when he sat up, pulling out of her. She winced at the feeling. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow, but it was so worth it. As Torch stood, she noticed all the scratches on his back and shoulders. “Oh shit, Max, I’m so sorry. I hurt you. Here let me help clean you up.” She felt mortified. His beautiful back held various tattoos, now with several scratches and trickles of blood running down. “Shit,” she whispered and stood.
Torch chuckled as he let her grab a washcloth and clean his back up. “Baby, when we were together before you were wild. Good knowing that hasn’t changed.”
Anya closed her eyes, he wasn’t wrong, she had done this before. It didn’t make it any less embarrassing this time around. She needed to either trim her nails, or make him stop fucking her so good, or he was going to look like a fucking cat scratching post.
“Okay, baby,” Torch said, pulling his shirt over his head. “Why don’t you go get Maci, and hang with your girls for a while. I don’t want you in here by yourself.”
Anya frowned and asked, “Well, I was going to, but why don’t you want me alone?”
Torch shrugged and said, “I don’t know, but the guys coming to get me when they know not to disturb me, something’s up. I would feel better if you were with the other girls.”
“Okay,” Anya said, and she began to get dressed as well. The two walked out of their room together, and Torch kissed her softly when he went to opposite direction.
“Okay, girl, we need the scoop,” Coco said when Anya got into the main lounge area the women had been hanging out in. Maci was awake and demanded to know where her daddy was; apparently, she wasn’t happy at all that Anya had been ‘hogging’ his attention. This made her smile and the other women laugh, especially when Maci said tonight, Anya had to let Daddy play with her.
Anya looked at the women and smiled. “The scoop is we are back together after being separated for five years,
there is a lot to discuss and plan.”
Casey rolled her eyes and looked at Georgie who was shaking her head. “Anya, you get that we’ve been claimed by one of the Furies. We know what these men are like, honey. When they claim you, they claim you forever. They take that shit seriously, especially because things are extreme, and they never let someone hurt their women or kids, ever.”
Coco frowned and asked, “What exactly does claimed mean, like sex? Or something else entirely.”
Georgie nodded and said, “Okay good question. It means a lot of difference things, or it can. So if they are protecting someone, generally Fling assigns one person to look over them, and that biker will claim responsibility for making sure they follow the rules of the club, or they don’t fuck with others on the compound. If this is the case, they are free to ‘hook up’ with anyone who the biker who is protecting them approves of. Then, there is the claiming of a woman. Now when this happens, it is way more serious. So, they are telling everyone you are off limits to everyone. They still make sure you don’t create havoc on the compound and stuff, but no man will touch you. Children are off limits to everyone, they don’t raise a single hand to a kid, no matter what, and anyone who fucks with a kid from the Furies, they had better put their shit in order, because the full force of the club is coming down on them.”
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