Among the Chaos: Book 2 of the Soldiers of Chaos MC Series

by A. A. Askevold

  A foreign noise reached Nikki's ears. Someone or something else was in the house. She opened her mouth to warn them but the words never got out. Tex took that moment to press his case. He captured her mouth with his own sinking his tongue into her mouth in a heated kiss. Her body's response was automatic. Her tongue duelled with his in a fierce battle for control where neither side was giving an inch. At the same time Trace’s mouth found the sensitive skin at the side of her neck. Her body gained a mind of its own, rubbing against theirs frantically seeking just the right amount of friction. Her hands moved. One going for the front of Trace’s jeans rubbing and stroking him and the other digging her nails into Tex’s ass.

  The sound of a voice carried through to them, "Looks like the wiring is loose."

  Nikki froze and both Tex and Trace stopped.

  "We'll look around just to make sure."

  One of Tex’s hands went for Nikki’s fly. She was straining so hard to hear more sounds that at first she didn’t notice what he was doing. Her button popped open and Nikki removed her hand from Trace’s crotch grabbing hold of Tex’s wrist to stop him. They could not do this here.

  “Can I get a hand here Brother?” Tex whispered the question to Trace.

  Trace grabbed her hand and twisting it around behind her back and pinning it there with his body. The restraint triggered a little shiver of arousal which she chose to ignore.

  "They'll hear us," she hissed at them hoping they'd stop.

  He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, "You’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you Ace?"

  The challenge in his voice was clear and as he slid her zip down slowly she leant back against the wall in acceptance.

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  Trace had felt the instant tension as the three of them pressed together in their cramped hiding place and he was not going to let the opportunity pass. Luckily for him it seemed Tex’d had the same idea. He had not expected Tex to want to share Nikki so readily with him but maybe he had underestimated the man’s selflessness. Trace would do anything for the woman he loved and clearly so would Tex.

  Trace helped Tex tug down Nikki’s jeans just far enough to allow them access to the prize. Nikki turned her face towards him and while he couldn’t see her clearly in the dark of the cupboard he knew what it would look like. Her cheeks would be flushed, her eyes hooded and her wet swollen lips slightly parted. He brought his mouth to hers attempting to stifle her sounds as he slid his hand over ass and into her wet heat from behind. His fingertips bumped Tex’s as they both explored her slippery folds. As he slid a finger inside her alongside Tex’s he didn’t know which sigh was louder his, Tex’s or Nikki’s.

  Trace kept one ear trained on the noises in the house and another on the noises coming from Nikki. He could tell she was fighting it. Her body was tense and from the stifled noises she was making she was also biting her lip. She huffed and sighed as they stroked their fingers in and out of her. The ache built in his already throbbing cock and he wished they were somewhere else. Somewhere he could get these jeans off her and slide into the wet warm heaven between her legs.

  The noise of footsteps caused him to break of their kiss. Which way where these bastards going? The footsteps move away from them Heading up the stairs. They really needed to move this party along and he knew just how to do it. The problem was he couldn’t get to it at this angle.

  “Tex,” he whispered.

  “Reading you loud and clear Brother,” came Tex’s reply.

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  Tex knew exactly what he needed to do. He swept his thumb back and forth across her clit. Nikki gasped and the start of a moan escaped from her mouth. Tex's heart leapt with the twinge of anxiety that passed through him. He felt Trace scramble to cover her mouth with his hand muffling the noise. While their fingers kept working her he listened to the house. Nothing. No indication she'd been heard but he didn’t think it was safe for Trace to remove his hand. While he may have been ok with sharing his Nikki with Trace he was not ok with sharing with anyone else.

  He leaned close and whispered in her ear, "You're gonna get us caught Ace and I don’t know about you but I’d like to finish this without interruption."

  She nodded slightly. He nibbled on the sensitive skin of her neck and smiled as she squirmed but didn’t make a noise.

  “Trace is gonna keep his hand there just in case,” he told them both.

  Tex could feel the beat of her heart against his chest and the quivering of her muscles as fought to stay quiet. He had her right where he wanted. A noise out in the main room took his attention for a moment. They were coming back downstairs. Time to speed things up. He sought out that knot of nerves inside her. As his fingers stroked across it Nikki shuddered against him and he felt the flutter of her inner walls. His cock convulsed begging to get inside her.

  The voices got closer.

  "Hey did you check this room here?"

  "Nah not yet."

  Tex felt Nikki's desperation as the footsteps drew nearer. He added more speed to the stroke of his fingers over her sweet spot and Trace followed his lead.

  "It's just an office. Looks like the computer is missing but there’s a layer of dust so it’s been gone awhile."

  Nikki's body tensed and her insides strangled their fingers. She was right on the verge.

  "Come for us Ace," he whispered to her as the footsteps began to head out of the room.

  With one last flick of his thumb Nikki came. Her inner muscles sucked at their fingers and he nearly groaned in response. A small muffled whimper escaped from behind the hand that Trace held over her mouth.

  "Did you hear that?" The voice asked from the hallway.

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  Nikki heard the question and knew she'd made a noise. She mentally cursed both of them for their skilled fingers and their intimate knowledge of her body. She tried to still herself as much as possible but the sweet after burn of her orgasm still lingered and neither of them were removing their hands.

  "I didn’t hear anything," came the reply.

  Nikki plastered herself against the back of the cupboard as if that would somehow save them from being caught.

  "Nothing's been touched. Let’s just go back and report the faulty wiring," suggested the other man.

  "Yeah you're right."

  The footsteps moved away from them and the front door slammed loudly.

  "You need to remove your hands," her words came out muffled.

  Trace's hand came away from her mouth but their hands stayed buried inside her.

  "All of them," she stated clearly.

  They slowly withdrew their fingers sending another shiver of arousal through her. The cupboard door opened and the light began to filter in. She watched as Tex slid his fingers into his mouth tasting her.

  "Mmmmmmm. You always taste so sweet Ace," his voice was husky, sounding like sex, “Don’t you agree brother?”

  “Definitely,” Trace replied before sliding sucking her juices from his own finger.

  Another shiver moved through her. God damn it. What the hell were these two playing at? Not that it wasn’t incredibly hot and not that she wasn’t incredibly turned on but seriously? Now suddenly they were sharing her, as in ‘sharing her’ sharing her.

  “Did you find anything upstairs?” Tex abruptly changed the subject.

  “Nothing except an already open safe. What about you guys?” Trace too seemed suddenly back to normal.

  The question reminded her of the hollow sound she’d heard beneath her feet.

  "We got nothing," Tex replied.

  Nikki moved the boxes out of the cupboard and shone her torch around the floor. The edges of the carpet didn’t look fixed to the floor. Nikki grabbed it and lifted. The carpet came away with no resistance.

  "What the hell is that?" Tex asked.

  Nikki ignored his question as she stared down at the floor. There was a small handle in the wood.

  Nikki grabb
ed the handle and she hesitated a moment. She didn’t really want to open it. A trapdoor in the house of some sicko who got off on legitimately hurting women? This could not be good. Nikki took a deep breath and pulled. The trapdoor opened revealing a set of stairs leading down into the dark. This was horror movie creepy. She shone her torch to the room below. She couldn’t see much from that angle. Only one thing for it. Nikki took the first step

  "Wait maybe one of us should go first," Tex suggested grabbing hold of her arm.

  "No. I've got this," she replied and headed down the stairs.

  As she entered the space lights flickered on and it became immediately obvious to Nikki what this room was. It was Lenny's playroom. Although looking around she thought the term dungeon of torture would be more accurate. The floor and walls were both made from cold concrete. There was a platform style bed off to the side almost as if it were forgotten or discarded. The rest of the room was filled with a variety of benches, chains and metal contraptions for trapping and holding a body.

  A large built in cupboard ran the length of one wall the mirrored doors reflecting the image of the room back at them. Nikki knew what was behind those doors without even looking. Tex moved passed her grasping the last door and pulling it back. Slowly they opened revealing the tools of the trade. A collection of sex toys, clamps and cuffs, paddles, canes and belts appeared in front of her. She felt her skin grow clammy as she stared at the items. Something stirred deep inside her and Nikki knew exactly what it was. She may have had the monster all locked up but that didn’t mean it wasn’t capable of rattling its cage.

  “Fucking hell,” Tex’s curse broke her out of her trance.

  Her gaze swung his way but stalled on the metal rack in front of him. Her stomach churned at the sight before her. The rack was filled with knives, spikes, needles and black leather. The knives were the least frightening things displayed on there. An array of leather cuffs and weird looking harnesses adorned the wall. The harnesses themselves were covered in sharp needle like spikes. Nikki couldn’t figure out how the hell they worked and she really didn’t want to know. One thing was for sure though they were all about blood and pain.

  “What kind of sick fuck gets off on this shit?” Tex exclaimed.

  Nikki would’ve had half a mind to be offended if she hadn’t thought the same thing herself.

  “Is this what he was into too?” Tex emphasized the word he in such a way that there was no mistaking who he meant.

  “No. This shit is extreme. It’s designed to maim and permanently damage people. That was not what he was about.”

  “Really?,” Tex paused his eyebrows raised at her, “He whipped you till you bled Nikki. I don’t know if you remember it but I do. The blood and sweat pouring down your back, the horrible moans you made every time we moved you and when Doc tried to treat you, god the screams, the horrendous fucking screaming,” his voice broke on the last word causing her heart to ache.

  “Tex lay off,” Trace warned him.

  She remembered it alright. The flashes of lucidity she’d had that night remained embedded in her memory. Her back still itched and burned from time to time, the flesh memory repeating itself. It messed with her head constantly. She hated Cole and even feared him a little for what he had done to her. She also felt guilty as she had driven him down that path by promising him more than she had to give. And even though she didn’t want to acknowledge it deep down parts of her still called out for him with a faint and distant yearning. She had always known that playing with that fire was going to get her burnt and it did. She couldn’t entirely blame Cole for that.

  Tex was looking away from her when she finally had the courage to look at him. She knew him well enough to know he was choking down whatever emotion had crawled its way up to the surface. She had done wrong by so many people through this whole thing and she didn’t want to drag anyone through that shit again. She also knew that in this life you often had to do things that you didn’t want to do regardless of the consequences. She turned back to the cupboard in front of her.

  “I don’t want to remember it,” she said firmly as she reefed the sliding door closed again.

  As she turned to walk away something caught Nikki’s eye. Something inside one of the ventilation grates on the wall. Was that a light flashing? She moved to it and as she reached up she noted that the screws were missing, the grates seemingly just popped in to place. She slid her nails between the grate and the wall prying it loose.

  “Cameras, fucking cameras,” she said as she whirled around to check the other grates.

  The boys were already at it, pulling off the grates one by one to reveal a throng of cameras covering the room from all angles. Nikki frantically searched the room for where the feed might be running to. She ran her hands over the walls but found nothing.

  “You’re sure there was nothing upstairs?” she asked Tex.

  “Just that safe. Maybe Black or the Ninja guy already got the evidence?” Trace replied.

  Shit.

  “Maybe the recording device is gone but that doesn’t mean the footage is right?”

  Tex nodded at her.

  “Search the whole place again. Look for discs or thumb drives anything that might hold video footage. Maybe these sick pricks play together,” Nikki commanded as she began rifling through the few draws in the room.

  Between the three of them they would turn this place upside down to find anything that would lead them to the man who killed Rat and ultimately the man who killed her mother too.

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  They’d scoured the place from top to tail every single draw, cupboard, piece of furniture or any other crack and crevice that presented itself. They’d found nothing and Tex was getting frustrated to say the least. He yawned as he leant back against an empty dresser in one of the upstairs bedrooms. He’d been up for over 24 hour, he’d been confronted by the sick and twisted playground of a man who’d wanted the woman he loved dead and he’d hurt her again. On top of all that he’d run the gamut of all the emotions he could think of lust, love, anger, sadness, disgust and frustration.

  He could hear the sounds of tinging metal in the next room as he paused in his search. Nikki entered the room in a hurry heading straight to the wall vents.

  “What are you doing?”

  “If the bastard is hiding his cameras in the vents maybe he's hiding other shit in there.”

  She had a point. As Nikki set to work with her knife undoing the screws on one vent Tex did the same to another. Nikki growled in frustration as she came up empty and moved on to the next one.

  Tex reached inside the vent and ran his fingers over the inside surface. Nothing.

  “There’s something in this one I can’t quite reach it,” Nikki stated.

  Tex quickly rushed over to help her. Reaching further back into the vent his hand swept over the metal surface. Something was taped to the bottom of the duct. Tex tore off the tape and brought it out.

  “A key?”

  “What for? The safe maybe?” she asked.

  Tex shook his head the safe was a combination lock not a key lock.

  “There has to be something around here,” Nikki said the look in her eyes one of complete determination.

  Tex scanned the space for the hundredth time. There was nothing here, no locked draws or secret doors or hatches. They were clutching at straws here desperation driving them forward. The key could’ve been for anything. Hell, it could’ve been here before Lenny even lived here.

  “Got you, you bastard. In here,” Nikki called from the closet.

  “Did you find something?” Trace asked as he entered the room.

  Tex watched as she stepped down from a small wooden step stair in the corner of the closet. The manhole in the roof above her was open and as she turned to face him she held a small lock box in her hands. She placed the box on an empty shelf and held her hand out for the key. He let her do the honours and when she opened it, the box was full of thumb drives ju
st as Nikki had suggested.

  Tex’s lip curled up in disgust as he stared at the little black items. The last thing he wanted to see was that twisted fuck at work and he certainly didn’t want Nikki watching that shit.

  He grabbed the box of the shelf in front of her, “Not that I’m in a hurry to look at this shit but let’s get out of here.”

  He turned and walked out of the room before she could argue with him.

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  Nikki sat in front of the screen her insides churning with revulsion and hatred. The thought had occurred to her that Black and Lenny’s bedroom tastes might run the same way. What she hadn’t considered was that it wouldn’t be Jason Black on the footage but his brother. Those evil black eyes pierced right through her from inside the screen. The idea of the two of them working together was beyond frightening. Only a few minutes in and Nikki had seen more than she’d ever wanted to.

  She turned her attention back to the box full of little black thumb drives. The only way to identify them was by the small numbers on the side that Nikki realized were dates. She sifted through the box. A flash of red caught her eye. She picked up the little thumb drive. It was a different brand than the rest of them and it looked older. There was no date on it just two little letters that made her heart jump. M.C. Marcus Cole. Shit.