RAW: THE ULTIMATE MC COLLECTION

by Palomino, Honey

  And the most amazing thing of all? When he was on top of her, thrusting away at her amazing body, the pictures were gone. Fucking them away wasn’t an issue, because they just never appeared at all. It was the first time it had been like that for him, and he couldn’t get enough of her. She erased it all before it even began creeping into his head.

  As far as he was concerned, she was the cure he had been waiting for all his life. And she scared the hell out of him.

  “She’s as good as can be expected,” he whispered into the phone. He had stepped out onto the front porch to make the call, but Vanessa could sneak up on him at any moment.

  “Keep her safe. And that stupid dog, too.”

  “The dog is actually pretty sweet. Even though it could use some more house-training.”

  “It sheds. A lot. Don’t forget to send me the picture! I’ll call you tomorrow after I know more. A tout a l'heure!”

  He turned to go back in the house, hating that he couldn’t tell Vanessa more, hating that he was keeping her here against her will, even if she had oh-so-willingly opened up to him. He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen between them when this was all over. He wished he could tell her more, just to ease her fears, but if he did that, she would be even more hurt.

  Would she hate him if she found out the truth?

  He knew so much more about her than she knew, and he didn’t care about any of it. Screw her father, screw her job. He didn’t care about any of that.

  But why was he kidding himself by thinking they could have any kind of future together? She was just using him to pass the time - he was sure a woman like her wouldn’t want to spend time with a man like him if she wasn’t forced to.

  The only problem was that every time her face flashed in his mind, his cock grew to the hardness of a baseball bat. He groaned, grasping his erection and heading straight for the bedroom.

  * * *

  Dakota walked up behind Genevieve just as she hung up the phone.

  “Who was that?” Dakota demanded. The girls had all been sick with worry about their missing friend, and emotions were running high in the house.

  “No news, honey. I’m sorry,” she said to Dakota.

  “I don’t understand. Drake said the date went well, right? That they parted ways after the business dinner?”

  “Yes, mon ami, that is exactly what he said.”

  “I just don’t understand why she would pick up and leave and not tell us. Everything looked normal at her house, nothing out of place, and Pearl wasn’t even there. She had to have taken her with her, but where? And why?”

  “All we can do is hope she turns up, mon petite fille. Try not to worry too much.”

  “I don’t know, Genevieve,” she replied, biting her lip with anxiety. “Something doesn’t feel right. I hope she’s safe. If I don’t hear from her by tomorrow, I’m calling the police.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Dakota, Veronica, and Bobby sat in a circle on the floor of Veronica’s apartment, sipping wine and passing a joint between them.

  “Maybe the business finally got to her. Some girls aren’t cut out to do this shit,” Veronica said, inhaling deeply and passing the joint to Dakota.

  “Sure, but why would she leave without saying a word? Her apartment looks like she just went out for a few hours, her luggage is still in her closet. Her clothes are there. It’s like she just scooped up the dog and left,” Dakota said.

  “Pearl’s bed is still there. If she were going away for a long time, wouldn’t she have taken that?” Bobby asked.

  “I don’t know. I wish she would answer her phone. It goes right to voicemail and has for two days now. None of this makes any sense. It’s just not like her.” Dakota replied.

  “Well, maybe there is more to Vanessa than we know. Maybe she just went to visit her family or something. Has anyone called her father?” Vanessa said.

  “I asked Genevieve about that, and she said that was a bad idea. She said if we don’t hear from her by tomorrow, we can call the police,” Dakota said sadly.

  “The police? And say what? We’re missing our friend who went out on an illegal date to prostitute herself? And oh, yeah, we do it too? We can’t go to the fucking police, Dakota. You can’t fucking trust the pigs. What if she really did just go away for a few days to clear her head? She’d be so pissed that we got the police involved,” Veronica said, shaking her head.

  “Or, what if she was raped and is tied-up in a dungeon somewhere with a crazed serial killer slowly eating bits and pieces of her flesh?” Dakota asked.

  “Jesus, Dakota!” Bobby exclaimed. “You gotta stop reading the fucking news so much.”

  Dakota was a news junkie, always filling the girls in on the latest horrific crime that was splattered across the front page of the L.A. Times.

  “Yeah, well, it fucking happens, y’all. There was a man in Georgia who kidnapped three women, held them in a dungeon while he injected them with some type of anesthesia, opened up their skulls and ate little pieces of their brains while they were still fucking alive!”

  The girls groaned, and Veronica took another hit.

  “Would you shut the fuck up with your horror stories, please? Smoke this and relax,” she said, handing it to Dakota as she shook her head.

  “I’m worried, that’s all.” Dakota inhaled deeply, then laid back on the carpet and stared up at Veronica’s ceiling, consumed with worry for her friend.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  “Charles, wait for me here. I shouldn’t be more than half an hour or so.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” he replied, holding the door of the limousine for her, while extending a hand to help her out.

  She strolled through the lobby of the Beverly Hills Hotel, checked in quickly, and as soon as she walked into her room, she pulled a phone out of her quilted leather Chanel handbag and texted her room number to him.

  Ten minutes later, a knock on the door startled her. He was early. She smoothed her hair, then her skirt, took a deep breath and opened the door.

  Victor Valentine stood there, his face wrinkled in anger, his body fidgeting with impatience. He was a high-strung man who managed to look immaculate no matter how much stress he was under. A lady-killer in his youth, he was now a silver fox that made friends of women and enemies of men everywhere he went. He had schemed his way to the top, and he didn’t do much to hide the rumors that surrounded him. His philosophy was the more controversial you were, the more people talked about you. And the more people talked about you, the more they wanted to be around you and do things for you.

  And that was what he was accustomed to. People doing exactly what he wanted.

  Which was why he didn’t have any patience for vague meetings like this where he was sure someone was going to ask something of him that he couldn’t provide. Since entering the campaign for mayor, he had been inundated with calls like that. Normally, he would have had his assistant politely decline, but this woman was unusually insistent and had mentioned Vanessa’s name.

  He hadn’t heard from Vanessa in six months, and as much as he was determined to continue with his tough-love treatment towards her, he was still curious how she was doing, and to be honest, what she was doing.

  If this woman had news of her, then it was worth five minutes.

  But he didn’t want to discourage her if all she wanted was some mundane favor.

  “I have five minutes before I have to be at my next appointment,” he said, as he walked briskly into the room, not bothering with pleasantries.

  The woman closed the door, turning to him as he stood near the window, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at her expectantly.

  “Monsieur,” she nodded. “I see you are man of a few words, so I will get right to the point. I have your daughter.”

  “What do you mean you have her?”

  “She is safe. For now.”

  “Where is she exactly? Who are you?”

  “Never mind who I am. If you want to see Van
essa again, you will listen carefully to my demands.”

  “Demands?” He scoffed. “I don’t do demands, ma’am.”

  He stood to walk towards the door but she stood in front of him.

  “It’s in your best interest to listen to me, monsieur.”

  “Is it? Isn’t that interesting? Okay, I’ll play along. What are these demands? And what have you done with my daughter? I’m not even sure I believe you. For all I know she is safe and sound in Nebraska or something. I haven’t talked to her for months.”

  “I assure you, like I said, she is safe and in my possession. But she won’t be for long if you don’t adhere to my wishes. I will return Vanessa, safe and sound, without a hair on her pretty little blonde head out of place, after you bring me three million dollars in large, unmarked bills. You will meet me in Malibu at a designated spot that I will inform you of one hour prior to our meeting time. You will not call the police. And I will free your precious daughter.”

  “I don’t believe you. I don’t even know who you are.”

  “I was afraid you would say something like that.” She pulled her phone out, punched a few buttons and pulled up a picture of Vanessa sitting in a wooden chair, her mouth covered in duct tape and black rope tying her to the chair. She looked angry and confused, but not harmed.

  The woman showed the picture to Victor silently.

  His nostrils flared with anger, and his mind was filled with regret. Regret for not walking away from Vanessa long ago. She had been the black-sheep of the family from the beginning of her childhood. She was always the one getting in trouble, the one who was an embarrassment to the Valentine name and the one he was always apologizing for. Luckily, her small scandals had fallen under the radar for the most part, and the public had a short memory, so his political career had remained unscathed, but here she was again causing trouble at the worst possible time.

  The election was in a month, and he was thick in the middle of the campaign. He had absolutely no time for this. Torn between paying this woman off to get her out of his hair, or walking away completely and hoping for the best for his wayward daughter, he stood there, weighing the consequences in his head, staring at the picture the woman was holding out in front of him.

  He cleared his throat, wanting to ensure she heard his every word.

  “Give Vanessa my love. And, please tell her to stop these crazy antics, and get a job. I’m sorry, but I won’t help you.”

  He turned and walked out the door as quickly as he had come in.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Hawk untied the ropes from Vanessa’s arms, and she reached up, pulling the duct tape from her mouth gently.

  “That fucking sucked. I can’t believe you did that!”

  “I’m sorry. I had to. It was necessary. It was just for a minute, and to be honest, I’m supposed to have you chained up like that all the time and I’m totally breaking my own rules by letting you walk around free.”

  “Breaking the rules, huh?” Vanessa saddled up to him, watching his fingers work at the keys of his phone. She strained to see who he was texting, but he kept the phone from her vision as he texted the picture he had just taken of her to Blackie.

  He had known Blackie for twenty years and some things never changed. He was still doing her dirty work after all these years.

  When he was done, he put the phone in his back pocket and pulled Vanessa into his arms.

  “Yes. Breaking the rules. You have me breaking a lot of rules, actually. It’s not my usual procedure. Despite my occupation, I still have rules of my own.”

  “Is this where I apologize? Because I don’t think that’s going to happen.” She smiled up at him, snaking her arms around his naked waist. She had outwardly protested when, after waking her from her nap and making love to her once more, he told her he had an unpleasant task to carry out that included tying her up and taking her photo.

  “No, of course not,” he smiled down at her, grateful she wasn’t making too big a deal out of the picture taking. “Although, if you want to take some more pictures, I would be happy to tie you up again. Maybe to the bed frame this time?”

  His eyes crinkled as he laughed softly at his own joke. She shook her head, staring up at him as he lowered his head and kissed her gently.

  “You don’t have to tie me to the bed to do what you want with me.” She kissed him back, her hands sliding up his smooth, muscular back. He couldn’t get enough of her, and his body seemed to almost catch fire every time he touched her. And touching her was all he wanted to do.

  He groaned with lust, picking her up and taking her right back to bed. They had nothing to do but wait.

  And he could think of no better way to pass the time than tasting every inch of Vanessa’s succulent flesh. They spent the better part of the day tangled up in the sheets, their lips red and raw from constant kissing, their bodies spent and exhausted as they drifted off to sleep in the afternoon sun.

  When Hawk awoke, Vanessa was naked, hot and sweaty. He pulled his sticky flesh from hers reluctantly and slowly, trying not to wake her. Her blonde hair was splayed across the pillow, cascading across her gorgeous, sleeping face and he stood over her, watching her breathe and dream peacefully. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he knew by now he was falling hard for her.

  What a fool, he thought to himself as he gazed at her, his eyes trailing across the deep curve of her lower back and ass. She was electric. She was smart, beautiful, funny and loving. And she was his job. He had to remember that.

  He pulled on his jeans and walked barefoot to the bathroom. His cock was sore and swollen, and apparently insatiable when it came to Vanessa. He had never been so ruled by lust before in his life, and he had quite a sexual history. He was the one in charge of his body, and he fucked who he wanted, when he wanted, but with Vanessa? It was as if his body had a mind of its own. He had never been shy when it came to ladies, and it turned out, ladies liked a man who knew how to assert himself. He peed and as he was washing his hands, his phone vibrated in his back pocket.

  Pulling it out, he opened the new text message from Blackie.

  “Her father is a prick. He’s not biting. Bring her back and let her go.”

  Vanessa’s voice called out from the bedroom, and he quickly closed the phone and put it back in his pocket.

  The last thing he was ready to do was let Vanessa go.

  How could he give up the pleasure her body brought him? Nothing erased the painful memories like she did, and he was struggling with the idea of never being able to escape them without her.

  When he returned to the bedroom, she smiled her sleepy smile at him, her arms outstretched, beckoning him back into the paradise of her body.

  Groaning at his once again growing erection, he quickly shed his jeans and wrapping her in his arms, he kissed her passionately as his thighs nudged hers apart and his hungry cock found her center once more, smoothly taking her with one deep thrust, sliding into her slick pussy over and over until she was clinging to him, sweaty and shaking from the very core of her being.

  As he watched her writhing below him, he knew letting her go was going to be the hardest thing he had ever done.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  We had drifted off to sleep again, and when Pearl woke me up, I jumped up and threw on Hawk’s jeans, mistakenly thinking they were my borrowed ones, to take Pearl outside before she peed on something else that she wasn’t supposed to.

  While I was waiting for her to do her business, I felt Hawk’s phone in my pocket.

  I couldn’t resist opening it and reading the last text he received.

  “Her father is a prick. He’s not biting. Bring her back and let her go.”

  Who was Blackie? I checked the time stamp and it was right before Hawk had come back to bed a few hours ago. So this was about my father. And did ‘he’s not biting.’ mean he was refusing to pay the ransom? Was he really that much of an asshole that he wouldn’t pay for my safe return? My heart sank. I knew
he didn’t love me, but this was the final nail in the coffin. Especially considering I was here because of whatever shady shit he was into.

  Thank goodness I had been kidnapped by Hawk and wasn’t being hurt or raped. Or was I? Hawk had received this message hours ago, hours before he had come in and made love to me again. Was that because he didn’t want me to leave, or because he was just using me for sex? It didn’t feel like just sex, but I had to remind myself who he was.

  I didn’t know if I felt angry or flattered that he hadn’t taken me home right away. By the looks of his phone, he hadn’t replied to the message at all. I didn’t really know what to think about Hawk. I had actually enjoyed the time we had spent together, and part of me didn’t want to leave either. But I couldn’t live in Hawk’s world, and he couldn’t live in mine. The chances of things going any further than this job of his were slim.

  It was true, though. My father was a prick. It was just like him to turn the other cheek and avoid doing anything at all. If Blackie, whoever he was, had come to me, I probably could have told him that before they wasted all the time and energy to kidnap me. My father was heartless, I had learned that long ago. As much as this hurt, it was still no surprise.

  If you wanted to get to my father, you had to aim straight for the heart. And not many people knew him well enough to do that.

  The sound of Hawk’s footsteps by the front door jolted me and I quickly put the phone away, but not before he saw it.

  “Is that my phone?” he asked as he walked out into the sunshine, his hair shimmering and wispy around his face.

  I nodded solemnly, pulling it from my pocket and handing it to him.

  “So you saw the message, I take it?”