Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Lake, Rae B.

  "No, nothing like that. I was actually going to ask for Roth's number. I assume you have it."

  There was a silence for a second before she answers, "Well I do have it, but he's right here. Do you want to speak with him?"

  He was there, so he must have spent the night. She hesitates like she thought I was going to say something about it. Who she lays with is none of my concern. Yeah, he was a fucking piece of shit when he was running around with his sister and brother-in-law, but since Ink has been out it seems like he is really trying to make amends.

  "Yeah, let me talk to him for a second."

  She hands him the phone, "What's going on Wire?"

  I jump directly, into what I want from him. "I need some information if you have it."

  "On what?"

  "There was a doctor in the area who went by Wilson Strand. He took my sister away from her adoptive parents after a car accident, telling them she was dead and then proceeded to sell her. Now I don't know of any other victim, but I doubt she was the only one he's ever done that to."

  "Sister?"

  "Yeah … Trust me I'm just as surprised as you. Have you ever run across anyone who dabbled in that? Child abduction?"

  Roth exhales into the phone before he continues, "Well yeah, quite a few. There are maybe three major players in that game in the states, but there are dozens of small timers. I never heard of one called Dr. Strand though. Do you have a photo or something? Maybe I know him by a different name."

  "I'll send it through." I pull the phone away from my ear, furiously swipe and send the information through to Vexx's phone.

  "Well fuck me, hello pretty." I hear him say away from the phone.

  "Roth?"

  "Yeah, I'm here. That is Zenic Stratsburg, you know those major players I was telling you about, he works for one of them. He lives in Arkansas. He was trying to get in with the Farmer's market, but he could only offer very small children, so they ended up not using him. From what I heard him say he has successfully taken hundreds of children to be sold to other families. It's a very large business."

  My mind races at the quickness Roth gave the information. If there was one thing that I could say, since I've known him, the man never held anything back. If he knew something he was going to say it.

  "Shit, ok Arkansas? Do you have an exact address? Or a way to get in contact with him?"

  "Yeah, I can set up a meeting. How soon can you get to Arkansas?"

  "Tomorrow."

  "I'll meet you there." He doesn't ask me any further questions. He didn't ask me what I was going to do with the guy or why I needed him. He just trusted me to make the decision and he would do his part to help me. I was starting to see the fucking pattern here. Even when I didn't want the power, they still gave it to me. Within a few minutes Roth had sent me the address of where we were going to meet. Part of me screamed that I shouldn't trust him, and I wouldn't. Now that I knew where Roth was going to be I would make sure I was there to watch him come in and make sure he wasn't trying to turn on me.

  Now that I have the information that I need, I kick my pants off and lay on the bed just watching as the slow ceiling fan turns round and round. The room that I got at the hotel is nothing fancy, just a bed, bathroom and TV. I would need a good night’s rest if I were going to make it from Louisiana to Arkansas tomorrow. The only issue with that is since I've been on my own, the only time I was able to get a good sleep is when I'm rip roaring drunk or if I hadn't slept for a long period of time. I want to be fresh for tomorrow and I knew there was one way that I could do that.

  This would be the test, she’s never been able to say no to me before. Still since Keeley left and I finally got in contact with her our conversations have never steered anywhere sexual. I didn't want to push before, but I will tonight. If I can't be inside her when she breaks apart. I at least want to hear it.

  My dick got hard immediately just thinking about it.

  I pull the phone back up and dial the number that I know goes to her. She answers on the second ring out of breath like she was running for the phone.

  "Dillon?"

  "My love."

  "Mmm, sounds like you are in a good mood." She chuckles softly.

  "What are you doing?" I ask making sure she's not out in public or anything like that.

  "I'm just getting into bed, thought I would hit the sack a little early. Lily is sleeping over at a friend from school’s house."

  Calculations rush through my head. She said it was early, it was nearly 8 pm here which would mean it should be about 3 in the morning in Croatia. She wasn't there. Fuck maybe she was still in the states.

  "Dillon you there?"

  "Yeah. I'm here." I file that piece of information for a different time. I didn't want to argue with her right now. She was too far away, and this would be the only way I was going to find some relief tonight.

  "What are you doing?" She asks.

  "I'm thinking about you."

  "Good things?"

  "Fuck yes, Keeley, you been waiting for me?" I ask her.

  She gasps slightly and her voice comes out weak, "What?"

  "You heard me. Is that pussy still just mine?"

  "Oh God … Yes Dillon. You know I'd never do anything like that."

  "Do you miss me like I miss you? Does your body scream for me like mine does for you?" I grunt into the phone and when I hear her moan, I know I got her.

  "Oh fuck, Dillon. Don't do this. I can't take it."

  "You don't want me Key? I can tell you that I know I can't wait to be balls deep in your pussy again."

  Her breath hitches and it sounds like she might be crying. Fuck I misread this completely.

  "Do you mean that Dillon? Do you still want me after ..."

  Oh God, it just dawned on me that the last man to touch her wasn't me, but the fuck on that yacht. The last man inside of her was the man who’d raped her. Now she is questioning if I still want her.

  "I want you, Keeley. I need you so bad. Nothing will ever change that."

  "Oh, I need you too Dillon, so bad. You don't know how much I miss you." Her breath is coming fast and the hitching in her breath has stopped.

  "How bad do you need me, Keeley? Tell me, because I can tell you how bad I need you right now." My cock presses hard on the thin fabric of my boxers.

  "How bad?" Her voice squeaks slightly.

  She wants me to go first, no problem. "Bad enough that my cock could cut fucking diamonds right now. I can taste your juicy cunt on my tongue. I want to lick up every damn drop."

  "Oh fuck. Dillon." She moans my name, and I can imagine her squeezing her legs together. My woman always had a healthy sexual appetite. If she were celibate since she left me like she claimed I know it's not going to take much to push her beyond the point of no return.

  "You alone, Keeley."

  "Yes!" She hisses out.

  "Take your clothes off. I want you to feel how wet that pussy is for me. "

  "Oh ... my ... " the phone moves about and I hear things being thrown around. "You too." She says when she gets back on the phone.

  "I'm already there, Babe."

  "I can't believe you're getting me naked and you're nowhere near me." She huffs out.

  "I don't need to be near you. I'm the only one who knows you like I do. The only one who knows that you love it when I pinch your nipples when I'm plowing into you."

  "Mmm, yes." She groans.

  I pull my cock out of my boxers and using just my pre-cum begin to jerk myself off. I close my eyes and let the memory of happier times with my woman flow through my brain.

  "I'm the only one who knows that you like your ass lifted off the bed so I can get deeper inside of you."

  "Oh Dillon, I wish you were deep inside of me now. Oh God. Why does this feel so good?"

  "Because it's me. We are just this fucking good together." I growl out as I quicken my own hand. "Your pussy nice and wet for me? You want it fast Keeley? Tell me what you want."

  I
feel my muscles begin to roll as my pleasure builds quickly inside of me. I look down at myself, watching my own hand moving up and down on my dick as small drops of pre-cum pool at the tip. Fuck I would give anything for this to be her. To see her pretty hand moving up and down on my cock. Or better yet her mouth.

  "Fuck Keeley." I groan as my head falls back down and I pump my hand furiously.

  "Dillon, I need you to fuck me."

  "Shit. More."

  "I want you so deep inside of me it hurts. All night until I can't take any more." She breaths faster and I can hear her moaning.

  "When that tight pussy gets too much dick then you'll sit on my face until I've had my fill. I'm never going to have enough."

  "Dillon, you're going to make me cum. Fuck me. Please it's been so long." She whimpers.

  "Take two fingers and stick them into your tight cunt. I want you to remember what I got coming for you."

  "Mmm, you know you're way bigger than two fingers. You're almost too big to fit Dillon. It's always so hard to take all of you, but fuck it feels so good. Addicting." She sucks a breath in. I listen closely and swear I can hear her fingerfucking her wet pussy. She must be so fucking ready for me if she's that wet. She always is, like a fucking waterfall.

  My body jerks forward once and I have to stop myself from jerking any more. I'm going to come all over the fucking place, but just like I would wait for her if she were here with me right now. I want to make sure she comes first.

  I growl into the phone as she starts to make her telltale moans, she's close. "Keeley, I fucking need you. Fuck it's too much." My will power snaps and my hand wraps back around my dick and I pump hard. "Come Keeley, let me fucking hear it."

  "Yes, yes, oh fuck yes. Mmmm, "She sucks in a quick gasp before she screams out in ecstasy. "Dillon! Oh!"

  Lights flash behind my eyes as I hear her screaming my name for the first time in months and powerful wave after wave of painful pleasure rolls through me. Every muscle from my abs down to my fucking toes contracts hard as my cum shoots in high arcs splattering everywhere from the bed to my thighs to my stomach. "Oh, shit Keeley. Fuck!" The orgasm is so intense by the tail end of it I'm fucking lightheaded.

  I let my body fully collapse into the mattress once I'm finish and just listen to her trying to catch her breath on the phone.

  "I want a picture." I grit out.

  She gasps, "No."

  "Why the fuck not. I should get to see what you look like after."

  "I said no Dillon. I'm not sending you any pictures." Her voice is agitated now.

  "This is fucking bullshit. Why can't you just forgive me? I've suffered, given you months of fucking space, been so fucking patient … You're my fucking wife and I'm tired of this shit. I have enough to deal with, then having to chase you all around the fucking country, because you're holding a goddamn grudge, Keeley." I bellow into the phone.

  "Holding a grudge?" Her tone rises. It's a tone I know all too well, it’s the ‘you fucked up tone.’ "Are you out of your fucking mind! I'm not holding a grudge. I'm petrified. I'm scared that you are going to be so fucking blind that you won't see something like this happening in the future. I'm worried about our daughter that she is going to have to grow up in the same environment that I fought to get out of. I'm scared you're never going to look at me the same after all the consequences of that night. I'm scared that-"

  "Well, what the fuck do you want Keeley? I'm never going to have a fucking nine to five. I'm never going to be someone who just sits back and lets people get away with hurting the people that I care about. Lily has a shit load of uncles and aunts that would give their fucking lives for her. You don't think I know the consequences of that night. I live with them every goddamn day! You knew what I was, I had told you my world wasn't for you. You insisted that it was. As long as we are together, there is nothing that we can't get through. It's always-"

  "But you're not fucking with me Dillon!" She screams and I hear a crash in the background. She must have thrown something. She takes a few deep breaths before she continues. "You're not with me Dillon. You haven't been for a while. When Rooster showed up with all these opportunities, I told you it wasn't the right thing, but you disregarded it. You let them influence your decision based on what they thought would be best for the club. When we started funneling girls places and never checked where they were going, I told you that something was off. But you let Ripper influence what moves you made. I've always been with you and even watched you turn into someone I didn't fucking know, because of outside influences. I can deal with fucked up consequences if I know you made the decision on your own. But these consequences, the ones we are dealing with now. They happened, because you had your head so far up your ass that you couldn't see that you were being played like a fucking puppet, I can't deal with that again."

  I didn't want to ask, but I needed to know if all this running behind her was for nothing, "Keeley, do you want to divorce me?"

  She didn't say no right away, and it guts me, "Dillon, you may want to divorce me after all is said and done. I don't know if we can make it through this. I just don't know." Neither one of us talk as we let the weight of her words sink into both of our heads. I listen to everything around her and when I hear the faint sounds of a news program, I have enough information to know what I need to do. I'm not waiting any longer. I wasn't going to lose her.

  "Get some rest Keeley."

  She sighs, "You too Dillon. Sleep well." She hangs up the phone. I pull my boxers all the way off to wipe up the mess on my chest, legs, and bed. Then I activate my phone again and shoot Brendan a text message. I knew exactly where Keeley was, the news program I'd heard in the background said KLAS. They were in fucking Vegas.

  Find them using Lily, she's enrolled in school in Vegas. Try both Ryans and Juric.

  All this time we were trying to pinpoint Keeley, but she could hide underground forever. She wasn’t going to deny Lily an education or a chance to be normal. If she was in school they would need some sort of paperwork. We would find her that way. I toss my phone on the bed and stare back up at the slow ceiling fan spinning around. I make plans to get to my woman and get through these consequences together.

  Dillon

  I was on the road bright and early the next morning. I made it to the address in Arkansas before noon being as it was only about a five hour drive. I don’t go straight to the location, instead I wait in one of the abandoned buildings across the way to see what Roth would do when he got here. I appreciate that he would drop everything to come all the way over here and help me, but I still didn’t trust him. I never would fully trust him.

  A light blue Prius pulls up and an older man gets out of the car. I nearly laugh out loud when I get a good look at the man. This can’t be the doctor who has been stealing children all around the globe. I can see why no one would suspect him of anything. He’s wearing pleated khakis and a dark blue members only jacket. His hair is graying and combed over to the side. He has a small pudgy midsection and honestly it looks like the man has never broken a law in his life. I guess that’s what makes him one of the best at what he does.

  A few minutes later a call comes through on my cell. "Speak."

  "Wire, its Roth. I’m close to the location are you on your way."

  "I’ll be there shortly." I reply not wanting him to know that I was already there waiting for him.

  "Copy, I’ll do what I can to keep him from getting spooked." He hangs up without waiting for me to answer.

  A minute later another car pulls up in the empty parking lot and I watch as Roth walks into the building. I quickly rush out from where I’m hiding and sneak towards the door. I listen in, but all I hear is Roth and the man talking about business being good. No sinister plans to blow my brains out that I could hear.

  I bang on the door once and hear Dr. Strand ask Roth what was going on.

  "Easy, it’s just my business associate. Finally, we can get down to what we came here for." Roth opens the door for
me, and I stroll in.

  "Wire, you good?"

  I nod once as I follow him over to where the good doctor was standing.

  "I understand you are the one who wanted this meeting?"

  "That’s right. I have a few things to ask you about your specialty, doctor."

  The man gulps before he nods his head. "Sure, anything I can do to help."

  "Wonderful." I take another step closer to the man. Too close for him to stay comfortable. "I hear you do a lot of work with children."

  "Um, yes. Is there something that you need?" He looks over to Roth before he turns back to look at me.

  "Yeah, there is something that I need. I want you to tell me all that you remember about Lyrica and Simone Ryans." I stare at the man as I watch his eyes cinch in before they open wide.

  "Who are you? What do you want from me? I don’t know anything." He tries to run, but I grab him by his shirt and toss him to the ground. The time for fear hadn’t come yet. I was going to do so many things to this man, me talking to him was the least of his worries.

  His eyes dart down to my vest. "Wings of Diablo? I know you. You’re Wire, aren’t you? Yeah, we heard about you. You don’t want to do this. I promise you if you do anything to me it’s not going to end well for you or your family. Trust me." He tries to plead with me. I am so tired of fucking trusting people. I would trust myself and my gut was telling me to destroy this man.

  "Fortunately for you, my family isn't going to have to worry about assholes like you. I wasn't around when you ripped my sister from her parents, but I plan on making you pay for that now. I hope you didn't make any plans, because you're going to be here for a while."

  His face crumbles slightly and he tries to crawl backwards toward the door. I know what is around the area, Roth had done a good job at finding something that was pretty secluded. Still, I didn't have very much in the material department.

  Roth comes up behind him and injects something into the side of the doctor’s neck.

  "What the fuck! Roth, you fuck ..." The doctors voice trails off as he passes out.