Taz (Tarnished Souls MC Book 2)

by Dusty Lassetter

The ogre stops when he is only a few feet inside the building, pausing long enough to allow the others to walk in. I can’t see much through him, but I know the minute Dominic has entered. Stepping in front of his guard, the young boss brushes something off that has dare landed on his expensive suit.

  Dominic looks like a miniature version of his father, except clean and well groomed. He has coal-black hair that is slicked to the side, every strand kept in its place by gel that is shining under the moon’s gaze. He looks to be taller than his late father, standing over six-foot, but it’s hard to tell with him standing next to the ogre.

  Dominic takes two steps forward before the giant starts to mirror his footsteps, their bodies making it impossible to see the two people walking behind them.

  “Slasher,” Dominic spits out when he’s within ear shot. The menacing look on his face is proof enough he wasn’t ready to take over his father’s business. He doesn’t possess the ability to hide his emotions, but something tells me he will learn over time.

  “Where’s Maria?” I ask, knowing someone is hiding between the two guards. I would have to get through Dominic, then the beast, just to get to her and have another man waiting at her back.

  “I’ve brought her like you asked,” he insults me by lying. I happen to know that he is trying to substitute one of his maids as his sister.

  “Then bring her forward,” I state, “I would like to say hello.”

  “You’ve done enough,” he growls, “she will stay where she is.”

  Dominic steps to the side, as does his guard, parting enough for me to see a small-figure collapsing in on herself. With her chin tucked into her chest, and her long black hair draping down to hide her face she could easily pass for Maria.

  “You think me just as foolish as your father did,” I declare. With a nod of my head, Tate receives my signal to bring forth the surprise I have for my new friend. Dominic watches our exchange with curious eyes, that will soon turn to ones of desperation. He’s about to learn a much-needed lesson if he intends on staying in this profession, never meet with your enemy unless you have the upper hand.

  One of our new prospects starts leading my surprise guest toward our group. With a gun held to her head, Maria has no choice but to put one foot in front of the other. Without a weapon, she probably would have escaped from the idiot’s grasps, but lucky for me he managed to do his job right.

  “It’s good to see you again, beautiful,” I coo at her when she is placed at my side. I can tell Dominic is enraged at seeing his little sister, beaten and abused, standing beside the man that is responsible for all her injuries. Gesturing for the prospect to drop the weapon and leave, I watch as Maria starts to tremble with fear.

  “Alejate de el.” Dominic orders his sister in their native tongue.

  “She doesn’t follow your commands anymore,” I state. “She’ll stay where I put her.”

  I’m surprised Dominic hasn’t reached for the weapon he is surely hiding. I was positive he would have drawn a gun on me as soon as he saw Maria being lead in here, he was hiding her from me after all, but he seems to be smarter than I initially thought.

  “Kneel,” I command looking at Maria’s profile because that is all I can see of her. She has refused to look at me, but I doubt she can see anything with all the tears pooling in her eyes.

  “He can’t protect you, beautiful. I warned you he would fail,” I lean down to whisper in her ear. The night I left her with all those precious memories of our first meeting, I had told Maria no one could keep me from getting to her again. She thought it smart to threaten me with her brother, but now she is realizing not even he can shield her from the nightmare I am.

  “Get the fuck away from her,” Dominic sneers. When I raise my gaze back to his I am met with the sight of a steel barrel pointed at my face. Tate reaches behind his back, pulling out two forty-five revolvers he always keeps on him, aiming one at Dominic and the other at the unarmed ogre.

  I keep my expression blank, and my body relaxed as I look past the gun into the eyes of the man holding it. His dark brown irises almost look black with a hint of fear and excitement dancing around them. The first doesn’t surprise me, but the latter is not something I was expecting. Maybe the new boss enjoys getting his hands dirty. I hear the telltale clicking sound of Tate pulling back the hammer on his revolvers, loading a bullet into each one of the chambers. One of the guards must have reached for his weapon. Then, my heart rate starts to speed up with anticipation of what’s to come.

  “Don’t make me repeat myself,” I say, turning my attention back to the person that can end all the escalading danger.

  I watch with pride as Maria begins to lower herself to her knees with a look of sorrow on her face. I warned her of this. I told her Dominic would mess up, and I would have to use her to keep him in line. I never dreamed it would be so soon, but I’m not one to complain about having a beautiful woman at my disposal.

  “Get up,” Dominic shouts, repeating the command to deaf ears. Maria knows her disobedience will only cause more pain and suffering. She has submitted to me out of fear in front of her brother, proving to him and his men I possess the only power in the room.

  “Put your gun down,” I order him. “You’re not going to shoot me. If you do, your sister’s fate will be far worse. Tate would kill you, and my men outside would take Maria to be sold.”

  “Look at what you did to her,” he growls.

  He must be referring to the bite marks and bruising around her neck and face, the rest of Maria is covered in baggy clothes. She’s wearing loose cotton pants, and a two sizes too big red sweater to cover up the rest of my markings.

  “I didn’t do that,” I announce. “Your father did,” I state, referring to the facts. Had Carlos not taken Scarlett from me, I would never have come after his family.

  “You’re crazy,” Dominic mumbles, truth ringing through his words. It doesn’t surprise me that he finds me insane, most people do, and that’s going to be the reason he lowers his weapon.

  “Get your brother to lower his weapon, beautiful, or you’re going to be the one to pay the price.”

  Dominic looks from me to Maria, his eyes growing heavy with grief at the sight of his baby sister kneeling before a monster.

  “Dom,” Maria whispers, using the nickname she did when first threatening me with his power, “shoot me.” The desperation in her voice causes tears to pool into her brother’s eyes. Maria voice is coming out frantic, the thought of her punishment pushing her to get past the blubbering mess she was moments ago, “please kill me, Dom.”

  “I cannot, Chiquita,” Dominic whispers as he starts lowering his weapon. The weight of the world reflected in his eyes as he drops the hand holding the steel. I wasn’t expecting Maria to give up on life so easily, and judging by the look on her brother’s face neither had he.

  Like a glass vase being thrown against a brick wall, Maria’s body falls to the floor, shattering into pieces of her former self. The new boss closes his eyes, unable to bear the sight that his selfishness has brought. A stronger man would have killed her, a better man would never allow her to be taken by me.

  “What do you want, Slasher?” Dominic asks, showcasing the reason for his weakness. Hope is lined in his voice and in his eyes as he opens them to look in mine.

  “Your father did business with the Tarnished Souls MC. I want you to continue your business with them,” I state.

  “They’ve already started the process of going legit. They aren’t selling anymore weapons.”

  The news of my enemies becoming soft is not new to me. I had already learned of their current adventure to be law abiding citizens. That is why I needed this meeting with Dominic.

  “Convince them you want the same thing for your men. Get in bed with them on one of their new companies and wait for my phone call.

  “I’ll arrange a meeting with them for later this week,” he confirms his willingness to keep me happy by agreeing easily.

  “I’ll
keep Maria with me until I no longer need you,” I announce, watching the vein in his head grow large from compressed anger.

  “If you hurt her I won’t help you,” he threatens in a voice that is supposed to sound menacing, but the only reaction I have is to smile.

  “My keeping her alive is to ensure you help, but don’t make the assumption that I can’t find someone else to do this for me. I am giving you a chance to prove you’re smarter than your father.”

  The truth is, Dominic’s the only connection with Tarnished Souls I have that can pull off the plan I’ve spent countless nights going over. I will need the help of him and his men to get my queen back, but he doesn’t need to know that.

  “One last thing, Dominic. The deal was for you to bring one guard and your sister.”

  He looks at me with annoyance glowing in his eyes, and suddenly the guard and the maid in the back of their group perk up after hearing me refer to them. Tate, having been told what to do beforehand points the weapon at the unwanted guests and sends a bullet into each one of their heads. The loudness of the gunshots continues to pierce my ears long after their dead bodies have fallen to the floor.

  I decide to walk a path between Dominic and his ogre on my way toward the exit. It’s shows them my dominance and the lack of fear I possess. Tate gathers Maria into his arms and follows me to the door, the sound of her whimpering joins with the crickets chirping into the night air.

  “Don’t cry, beautiful. I have big plans for you,” I declare before Tate carries her to the truck that will take them to her temporary home. I’ve instructed him on everything he needs to do because there is another matter that needs my attention.

  Walking into the spare bedroom that is adjacent to mine, Ashley’s figure immediately captures my attention. She sits in the same position I left her in moments ago, not that she has much choice. Her hands are tied at the wrist, the bondage traveling up her forearm to the crease by her elbow. Her legs are spread wide at the knees, bent, and tied together to ensure she can’t close them. Together, the ropes make a solid knot above the center of her back. I’ve also taken away her sense of sight using a black blindfold, but the sudden tensing of her muscles is a sure sign she knows I’m back.

  After taking off my boots, I silently walk to the middle of the room where Ashley’s bound-body awaits my touch. The cold floor on my bare feet is a reminder that I’ve turned the air conditioner to its lowest setting. I want my body heat to be the only thing that warms her skin. The thick rope I hold in my hand makes the middle of my palm itch with anticipation for what is to come. I’ve brought Ashley to this room for a reason, just like Dominic, she is going to play an important role in me getting Scarlett back.

  Bending down to loop the rope in my hand through the rope tied to her limbs, I begin the process of raising her body off the floor. Standing back up, I run the braided material through a heavy-duty ring that is bolted into a beam running across the ceiling. Pulling until it runs out of slack, I then slow down to give myself time to enjoy this. Suspending Ashley from the ceiling is a rehearsal in a way. This is meant to be something for me to try with Scarlett.

  The first powerful pull of the rope elevates her legs and arms off the floor, but the rest of her body remains unmoved. Keeping my pace of slowly walking my hands up, I watch in amazement as her figure starts to freely sway from the motion of my pulls.

  Ashley’s long red hair is floating around her head that is hanging loose from her neck, the muscles in her body straining to find comfort from the position I’ve put her in. Soft whimpers rise from her lips, the sound of them erotic to my ears. Once I’m satisfied with her height, I quickly tie a knot around the extra hook in the beam to make sure she stays suspended.

  “I’ve got something special planned for you, pretty girl,” I finally say to her, the sound of my voice causing her to flinch as much as she can in her current position. Placing myself in front of her, her face just a few inches shy of being the same height as mine, I begin to play with the loose strands of hair cascading through the air, reminding me of a waterfall.

  “I’m giving you the chance to earn your freedom,” I begin to start planting the seed of hope in her mind. “All I need is a promise from you, one I’d expect you to keep when the time comes. Do you want to be free from me, pretty girl?”

  “Whatever pleases you,” Ashley automatically answers in a monotone voice.

  Grabbing onto the locks of hair, I was just twirling around my finger, a hiss of pain is ripped from her throat. Forcing her chin up, I lean down to whisper into her ear.

  “Don’t tell me what I want to hear. Tell me the truth,” I order, biting the side of her neck before relinquishing my hold and going back to my easy touch.

  “Yes, I want you to let me go.”

  “And I will, but first I need you to promise me something. I have a new friend that is going to help me get something back that was stolen from me, but he will need your help to do so. You don’t need to look for him, he will find you. All I want is a promise to do exactly what is commanded of you, pretty girl. Can you do that?”

  “Yes,” she quickly replies.

  “I must warn you that I’ll be very displeased if you do not keep your word,” I state in a voice that leaves no room for confusion. “If you are the cause of me not getting back what was taken, you will be the one to return to me instead, is that understood?”

  “Yes.”

  “I want to believe you, pretty girl,” I softly state while beginning to run my hands across all her bare skin, trailing my calloused palms across the arch of her back, until they come to rest on the firm muscles of her thighs.

  “In order for me to fully trust you, I think I am going to have to leave you with a lasting impression.”

  I continue to trace patterns onto her fair-skin using the tips of my fingers. The goosebumps that are covering her body give assurances she’s feeling the coolness of the air. My threatening words cause more whimpers to fall from her lips, yet she surprises me by swallowing her pleading words instead of trying to talk me into letting her go.

  “I’ve helped you discover unimaginable pain and sorrow. All for my enjoyment,” I mumble while walking around her dangling body, making my way toward her spread legs. When I begin to draw an invisible line from her belly button to the start of her soft curls, she tries to close her legs with no success.

  “I think it’s only fair for me to show you the pleasures I can bring you, pretty girl.”

  A grin pulls at my lips when she flinches from my touch, and quickly widens when the fingers running through her folds are met with a dryness that matches the Sahara Desert. Ashley is not at all excited by the thought of me pleasing her. Placing my palms on her pronounced hip bones, I lift her pussy to my face and slowly run my tongue from her clit to her opening. I continue to apply my juices to her center, forcing her mind to focus on what my mouth is doing, until she starts begging me to stop.

  “Please don’t,” she whispers, “please don’t do this.”

  Pulling away from her with one final swipe of my tongue, I can’t stop myself from biting the inside of her thigh, before backing away all together. “Are you begging me to stop because it doesn’t feel good, or because you don’t want it to feel good?” I ask the question already knowing the answer. While waiting for Ashley to reply, I place the pad of my thumb on her clit, and begin making tiny circles with just enough pressure to keep her wanting more.

  “Pleasure is a lot like pain, pretty girl. You can ignore it in the beginning, but eventually your nerve endings are going to start forcing your mind to register what is going on.”

  To prove my point, I gradually bring my thumb to her entrance before penetrating her opening with ease. Her inner walls clamp down on the intruder, silently happy to be filled. Pulling out just as quick as I entered, I give a throaty laugh when her pussy tightens it’s hold in protest of my retreat.

  “Your body wants me, but your mind is fighting back. What type of person could find pl
easure from a monster like me? What woman would enjoy being forced to have sex? These are just some of the questions you’re asking yourself, but the answers don’t matter because the facts remain the same. You are enjoying my touch, even if it is by force.”

  Running my thumb back to her center, I begin to trace a number eight pattern around her clit, to the outside of her opening, then back up again, never allowing her wanton pussy to coax me into entering her again. The goosebumps that once peppered her skin are gone, her minds concentration on my efforts won’t allow her to feel the cold.

  “Beg,” I growl, “beg me to make you cum.”

  Her muscles are tightening with the need of release, and her breathing pauses every time I run my thumb directly across her small-bundle of nerves. To help persuade her into doing what I commanded, I once again bring her pussy to my mouth and begin fucking her with my tongue while my thumb starts to rub directly over her center. When her inner walls begin to throb, I back off enough to keep her on the edge until I get what I want.

  “Please Slasher,” she moans out in frustration, “don’t stop.” After being forced to the brink of ecstasy several times, Ashley finally caves to my will. Keeping my word to give her what she wanted, I use my mouth and fingers to bring her crashing over the edge.

  With a low moan that sounds like it comes from the deepest part of her soul, Ashley’s body arches, despite the bonds, as her orgasm rushes through her. I continue to pump my fingers into her opening, drawing out her pleasure.

  Once her limbs go slack against the rope, I give her ass a stinging slap before making my way to her front. Removing the blindfold from her eyes, I’m not surprised by the moisture I see freely running down her cheeks now that there is no material to catch it. Forcing her fake green eyes to look into mine, I find my own pleasure in the broken emotion that is expressed in them. Ashley has suffered unimaginable pain while she’s been here with me, yet she’s showed no signs of complete surrender until now. I’m not talking about her submitting to me, I’m referring to the submission of hopelessness. Her spirit broke the second she allowed her enemy, the man she has grown to hate more than anything else in her life, to bring her pleasure in one of the most intimate ways a man can a woman.