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“Yes, our Tank has finally been pussy-whipped, Kitty is about to move from Club Whore status to Old Lady.”

  “And about fucking time too!” Viper said. Raising his beer glass and draining it.

  “Right, so let’s get this shit moving, Prospects going to get Miss Deacon and her boy, they’ll hole up here then we’ll send them out to the safe house in the morning, Derek you do everything in your power to convince your girl that she’s better off with you. But don’t let her know we know shit is up. We are going to take down this sonofabitch, but we need just a little more evidence. Our boys will have eyes on your Rhonda, and the asshole. I’m going to go and have a visit with Rover. He’s over in H-Block, you never knew he was there, he went in after you. He’s been doing some work release program for a certain company. Anything you can get us on that program would be helpful. I’ll get onto my contacts within the PD and see if I can get something started.”

  “Fuckin’ dealing with Cops again…” Viper said with venom in his voice.

  “In this case, we may have no choice Viper. We can’t just up and gun some asshole down because he put a hit out on the woman he got pregnant and her child, nor can we fuck him up for the other shit in these files. But, we can get him legally. I want this club to stay on the good side of the law. We’ve had too much bad shit in the past that has almost buried us because of the legal bullshit.”

  Chip looked to Derek. “Go do what you gotta do to keep her safe, Derek.” He said. Derek nodded and stood up from the table.

  “Thanks, guys.” He said, nodding respectfully at the men he considered his family. He turned and left the meeting room, heading out into the bar where the music was playing and two club whores were taking turns in sucking off one of the members on a filthy couch.

  If it weren’t for Rhonda, he might have taken one of those pretty little sluts and let her suck him off, but he had far more important things to work towards, like getting his gorgeous woman back and out of harm’s way.

  BOOK 67

  WHO OWNS HER 2?

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  He spotted her walking in to the supplies closet and followed her in.

  When he entered the room, he closed the door behind him and approached her. She was standing atop a step ladder, her neat pinstripe skirt raised up just above the knee as she reached for something on the top shelf. She wasn’t quite tall enough and she stood on her tiptoes, overbalancing the stepladder. It rocked over and she fell.

  Derek rushed in, catching her just as she fell with a shriek of panic, landing safely in his muscled arms. She reflexively put her arms around Derek’s neck and then looked into the eyes of her saviour.

  “Derek…” she breathed, her heart pounding, but no longer with the adrenaline from the fall. The scent of him drove her hormones into overdrive, her body trembled with instant arousal as the memory of his distinctive aroma came shoving its way back to her mind.

  “Rhonda…” he breathed, his voice husky. Holding her in his arms he couldn’t help himself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, the soft bristles of his full beard brushing against the softness of her skin.

  The taste of her brought him undone. He slowly moved her to a table, pushing aside the boxes of paper and pens to drop to the floor. His mouth worked as his tongue slipped between her lips, she tensed for a second then relaxed in his arms, her own mouth opening and seeking out his tongue, hungry for the passion that they had both missed in his time in prison.

  Her moan spurred him on, he swiftly removed his shirt, undoing the buttons carefully and peeling the shirt away from his body. He looked up furtively to the closed door of the supplies closet and took the two steps to the door and locked it before he returned to Rhonda who had sat up, her legs dangling over the table.

  He took her in his arms again and claimed her mouth, his tongue fighting hers, writhing, dancing and playing in her mouth. Her hands went over his inked chest and shoulders, her body reacting again to his touch as he caressed her body through her suddenly cumbersome clothes. She pushed him away to quickly remove her jacket, blouse and bra. Derek panted while he watched her undress before him.

  He licked his lips before he approached her again, licking along the side of her neck, pressing his lips against the damp spots where his tongue had traced along, raising gooseflesh as her arousal became prominent in her hardening nipples.

  His tongue finally reached the soft, heaving mounds of her breasts, taking in the nipple on the left, teasing it with his mouth, licking, suckling and gently biting it desperately before pulling it gently, letting it release and then taking the right, worshipping it as he had the left.

  He felt the exquisite woman beneath him shiver as her passion overtook rational thought, her hands threaded through his hair, dislodging the hair tie he had borrowed off Kitty to keep his long locks tamed and ‘respectable’ for office work. His hair cascaded over his shoulders, brushing against the softness of her chest as his mouth caressed the tight buds that shifted within his mouth with each heaving gasp.

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  Table of Content

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER ONE

  “So, what are you going to do about it?” Tank asked Derek as they sat at the bar. He had told Tank about his first day, and then finding the boss, and Rhonda’s fiancé screwing the Human Resources receptionist in the filing room.

  “I have to tell her. She shouldn’t be with that asshole, I’ll take her back in a heartbeat. I still love her.

  “Despite her leaving you with just a ‘Dear john.’ to remember her by?” Tank asked.

  “That’s cold Slydog, I’d not want anything to do with a bitch like that.” Grease, one of the newly patched members said as he downed hiss third beer.

  “Well ain’t it a good fucking thing that you never did, Grease. I’m not you, I can forgive her that. I mean what woman wouldn’t be scared with her man being in the slammer? I don’t blame her for not waiting for me. I could have been in there a hell of a lot longer, and I did tell her not to visit. She might have taken that as an end to our relationship.” Derek said as he took a swig of his beer.

  “Okay, fair enough. But what are you going to do about this whole shit situation?” Tank asked, leaning on the bar and looking at Derek.

  “I’m going to talk to her when I see her.” Derek said, nodding to himself. “Tell her what an asshole she is marrying, get her to come back to me and leave that loser douche.”

  “What can you offer her though? You’re not a rick fucker, you’re living in my spare room, and you have a criminal record. This
guy has billions in the bank, chicks drop to their knees. – Or bend over filing cabinets – just for a piece of him, and he’s one of the most eligible assholes in town.”

  “I can offer her a stable relationship based on love. We’ve known each other since high school, she’s known him what, two years? I think I’d have the better chance at getting her to come back to me.” Derek said with alcohol fuelled confidence.

  “Well, good luck to you bro, I hope you get your old lady back.” Tank said, patting him solidly on the back and making him spill his drink for the second time that day.

  “You owe me another beer.” Derek said to a chuckling Tank.

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  “He wasn’t supposed to be out for at least another three to four years Tessa!” Rhonda said into the phone as she looked over the final guest list for the wedding.

  “Well, maybe he was a good little convict and wanted to see you so bad that he managed to dig his way out of a bad situation.” Tessa said. The sound of a hair dryer in the background cut through the line as Tessa got ready for a hot date that evening.

  “He didn’t escape, I had all that checked out, company policy and all that.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know all that. I wasn’t talking literally Rhon.”

  “I just don’t know what to do, I told Derek I’d wait for him when he got out, he told me he didn’t want me to see him in prison, so I stayed away, then I met Alexander…” She sighed.

  “You got lonely and scared without your man by your side, hell girl I’d probably do the same.”

  “Yeah, but now he’s back, he’s out. He seriously wasn’t expecting to see me when he came by the house. He was so drunk, he’d obviously been celebrating his release, I’m just glad he wasn’t riding his Harley.”

  “Oooh, he’s a bad-ass biker? Damn girl you sure can pick them.”

  “Yeah, he went away when he assaulted someone, I don’t know the details but I think his MC was involved.”

  “Shit, Rhon, do you think he’s going to get his brothers to come after you and drag your pretty ass back to him?” Tessa asked, Rhonda laughed.

  “No, no, he wouldn’t do that, he’s a big soft teddy bear. Besides I don’t think his Pres would allow that, waste of MC resources or something.” Rhonda put the list down and rifled through some of the other invitations that had been RSVP’d but had no ‘And Guest’ the final seating arrangements had been decided, but there were a few delicate seatings that had to be fixed, due to relationship breakdowns or some sort of business issue.

  “I just don’t know what to do about him, maybe I was a fool to give him a job with the company, but I couldn’t just leave him without nothing, I owed it to him since I left him without so much as a proper face-to-face explanation, I took the coward’s way out with a ‘Dear John’ letter.”

  “Ouch, that must have sucked for him.” Tess said.

  “Yeah, well…” Rhonda sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. The sound of someone clearing their throat behind her made her turn, Alexander stood there with a smirk on his face, and wearing black satin pants, his sculpted chest was bare.

  There was a considerable bulge in his pants that could only be one thing.

  “Tess, I have to go. Alexander needs me for something.” Rhonda hung up the phone and slipped from the couch to her knees, assuming the position that she had been taught.

  She sat in the middle of the living room, her knees sinking into the plush rug as Alexander walked around her like a predator who had stalked and cornered his prey.

  He gently ran the back of his knuckles along his fiancée’s jawline, smiling as she softly leaned into his caress. “You have been a little stressed my love, let me take your mind off a few things…” he said, pulling a length of satin material from his pocket and taking each of her wrists and binding them before her.

  “Lay back.” He said, placing a hand on her back and helping her to lie flat on the rug. Her arms, he stretched above her head, wrists bound. Rhonda inhaled deeply, loving the feeling of being bound and controlled by Alexander, who himself relished the control she gave to him. In everything he felt he needed to be in command, of his business, his home, his sex-life.

  In Rhonda, he had found one whom, in her naivety, he could control completely, and he wasn’t about to let her go.

  When she had settled down on the floor, Alexander knelt beside her. He slipped his hands around the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down over her hips, stretching the elastic waistband and guiding the material over her curves and down her legs, his fingers trailing softly against her flesh. Rhonda heard him groan as he watched the rise and fall of her blouse-covered chest.

  “Such a gorgeous creature that lays before me, and you are all mine, mine to devour and enjoy.” He pulled her yoga pants off with a sharp tug. “Aren’t you, Rhonda?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.” She said, a little breathless.

  Alexander moved forward, up over her body. He straddled her stomach, his hands going to the collar of her blouse. “No one else can lay claim to what is mine, isn’t that right, Rhonda?” he said, running his fingers over her collarbone, knowing that it was one of her erogenous zones, he felt her responsive shiver course through her body, a soft little moan escaping her lips.

  “Answer me…” He said, his voice soft and hinting at danger.

  “Yes, sir.” She yelped in fright when he gripped the collar of her blouse and tore it open, exposing her bra-covered chest.

  “These are mine,” he said, running his hands over her chest, caressing her breasts through the material of her bra. He unclasped the front, her generous bust freed from the confines of her bra. He buried his head between the soft pillows, his mouth open and his tongue tasting the sweat that dampened her skin. Her taste made him harder for her.

  Rhonda writhed a little beneath him as he tongued her cleavage, slowly moving towards the left nipple while his hand groped at her right breast, sending electric jolts of pleasure down to her core.

  “No other man… Rhonda, you will know no other man but me…” Alexander said, as he moved his mouth lower to her panties. Using his teeth he pulled them down, Rhonda assisting him by lifting her hips.

  With her hands bound and his instructions clear on where they should stay, she felt helpless as he removed the remaining underclothes, both hers and his.

  He stood above her, his cock jutting out, erect and hard for her.

  “On your Stomach.” He said. Rhonda rolled over, the soft rug caressing her body. She felt his hands gripping her hips and he pulled her into position. She moaned as she felt his hard cock grinding against her wet entrance, his own moan reaching her ears as the hard head of his cock breached her pussy.

  “No other can fuck you, no other can taste you. You are mine, do you hear me… mine!” he said as he began to pound hard and fast into her. She jolted forward, her breasts swinging with each hard thrust. Her fiancé was asserting his true dominance over her. He ground out a roar as he climaxed quickly, leaving her unsatisfied and still needy as he pulled out. He pushed her down to the rug as he got to his feet.

  “You will not be seeing Derek at work. I will have him assigned to another part of the company, if only to please you, but you will have no contact with him.” he said, pulling his pants on. “I’m leaving for a business meeting in New York tomorrow, I’ll be home in a week.”

  He left Rhonda naked in the living room, her clothes scattered around and she began to wonder if Alexander truly was the man she loved. She awoke the next morning to an expensively large bunch of white and red roses and a new dress. The card was from Alexander.

  “With all my heart, I love you. I will see you in a week but call you tonight, when I get back, we are going out for dinner at Le Coeur Rouge. – Alexander.” Rhonda smiled, knowing that he was somewhat stressed about the upcoming business deal he had going, and seeing that she had been stressed about the whole Derek situation, his reaction to her own stress was perfectly understandable, at least that was what s
he told herself.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Alexander sat behind his desk, he knew that the upstart Derek had a past history, he could use that to his advantage. He had quite a bit to do with the prison work-release system, and also the workers-behind-bard program that he had designed. Both programs had made him quite a bit of money and he had detailed information on every inmate that ‘worked’ for him.

  Because his company was providing ‘rehabilitation’ services for inmates, he had a huge tax exemption for any and all work that the prisoners did for his company, plus he was able to underpay them as the prison system would supplement the pitiful wages he paid them. It was less than a dollar an hour for most jobs, which were considered to be the lowest of the low.

  Work like highway clean-ups, graffiti clean-up, needle removal from parklands and playgrounds, nappy washing (both adult and babies), and work in his recycling plants where the cons had to sort the recyclables from the trash were all part of the work-release program.

  He had quite a bit of ‘dirt’ on Derek and his Devil’s Brood gang of thugs. His intercom on his desk phone buzzed.

  “Derek Trainor here to see you, Mr Fawkner.” Chrissy, his blonde, big-titted and very fuckable secretary called over the speaker. He would have to bang her over his desk before he flew out later tonight,

  Rhonda was busy at home, and thought that heh ad already flown out, but he still had a few little things to do before he went out to the airport. He knew that Rhonda would be busy having herself pampered and finalising a few of the last minute wedding things, as today was her day off.

  “Send him in.” Alexander said, pressing the intercom button on the desk phone. A few seconds later, the bearded and tattooed ex of his fiancée walked in, looing gruff and tough. Alexander gestured to the empty seat in front of his desk.