Taking Meghan: A Dark Romance (Disciples Book 5)

by Izzy Sweet

  “I’m putting a call into the Governor’s office right now. Give me a few minutes. They’ll have to have extra cars and men there before they can haul you away. We’ll have enough time to get you free,” Simon says.

  “I’m about a minute away from the scene. There isn’t a lot of traffic right now, but you guys will be causing a backup soon enough,” James says over the comms.

  “Do not stop. We need to get someone after the Russians,” Lucifer says.

  “What about the Chief? Who the fuck killed him?” James asks, and I can hear a hint of something but I don’t know what in his voice.

  “Not our immediate concern. All we know is that it was one of the Russians,” Simon says.

  The officer who’s been shouting at me the whole fucking time strides up behind me. I can feel the barrel of his gun not quite touching the back of my head. It’s got my hackles raising pretty damn fast. He’s damn lucky I don’t turn around and snatch that gun from his hands and beat him with it.

  “Lace your fingers behind your head, dickhead,” the officer spits out at me.

  I slowly raise my hands behind my head as I look over my shoulder and say, “I bet you you’ll be taking this cuffs off me within the next five minutes.”

  He grabs my right arm and slaps a cuff as tight as he can around my thick wrist.

  Pulling my left wrist down, he says, “Shut the fuck up before I shove my gun down your throat.”

  “I seem to remember shoving my dick down your wife’s throat last night,” I grunt as he pushes both my arms down so he can cuff me fully.

  The metal handle of his gun slams into the back of my skull and for a brief moment I think I see stars.

  “Stop resisting arrest, asshole,” he shouts at me before the toe of his boot slams into my back, right where my kidneys are.

  Hunching forward, I give a shout of pain. “Jesus, little dick, it’s not my fault she wanted to go ass to mouth.”

  “Real funny, smart-ass, but remember you’re the one in cuffs,” he says before he kicks me in the back hard enough that I fall forward, slamming the side of my face into the Lexus.

  “Stop baiting him, Gabriel,” Simon snickers through the comms piece in my ear.

  “Would if I could,” I grumble as I slide down the car to land on my side.

  Two long minutes go by with me lying here on the side of the road, my head accidentally kicked more than once by the power-hungry douchebag. I’m pretty sure he got pissed when I started with the innuendos about his mother and a goat. Fucking asshole is gonna die sometime soon.

  Don’t give a shit what kind of problems that causes.

  My head is fuzzy from the kicks, but it’s not so fucking fuzzy that I don’t think of Meghan and how she fucking ran around the Lexus toward the very fucking men who want to kill her.

  What the fuck was she thinking? She said she’d by my fucking side. Thick and thin, we’re supposed to be fucking together. Motherfucker. I’m going to punish her ass so fucking badly when I get her back.

  Spankings… biting… I’ll even fuck her in it until she screams her submission.

  Fucking hell, I’ll lock a damn chain collar around her neck. Chain her to the fucking house. She’s going to be on fucking lockdown when I get her ass in my hands again.

  Gonna have to spank her ass for being so fucking stupid. Spank her right after I grab a handful of that hair of hers and kiss her so goddamn hard it bruises her lips.

  My stomach dropped watching her being so fucking stupid, running away from me.

  Fucking hell.

  “Hey asshole, your dad ever tell you about the time I fucked your mom in the ass in front of him?” I shout out at the officer.

  “I swear to god I’m going—” he shouts at me before the other officer yanks him away from me.

  “Stop, dumbass! Lieutenant is trying to get a hold of us,” the other officer says to his jackass partner.

  “So what? Where’s our damn backup?” Jackass asks.

  Looking up at the pair, I start to fucking chuckle. “Bet ya the Lieutenant is going to tell you to let us go.”

  “You’ll be in prison so fucking long you’ll rot,” the asshole says to me before he spits at my head.

  The nice one looks over to his partner, his eyes wide as can be. “We have to uncuff them.”

  “What?!” Asshole screeches.

  “Official orders. We have to release them immediately. If we don’t, we’ll be subject to arrest for impeding an ongoing investigation,” the calmer one says, and from the look on his face I bet he’s just been told his career could be in jeopardy, if not more.

  Now, if I was smart, I wouldn’t want to be the one who uncuffs my pissed-off ass. I’ve already been pulling my wrists apart so damn hard that I can feel the chain beginning to groan.

  All those kicks to the head have pissed me the fuck off.

  “Sit up, you fucking criminal,” the asshole cop sneers at me.

  Rolling as quickly as I can, I growl, “Told you.”

  “Fuck you,” he says, extremely pissed off about having to let us go.

  Pushing my back up against the Lexus, I slowly slide my way up to my feet.

  Standing up to my full height, I grin down at him before turning around to show my cuffs. “Remove ‘em, pig.”

  * * *

  Johnathan pats Andrew on the shoulder and jogs past the cops to catch up to me as I climb into the Lexus.

  Opening the door, he drops down into the seat. “Head to Bethlehem. They’ll be there somewhere, running to get underground.”

  Nodding my head, I roll down my window and extend my arm to the officer who kicked me.

  Raising my middle finger to him, I say, “See you soon, fuckboy.”

  “Goddammit,” Simon all but screams over the comms.

  His voice is so loud, Johnathan and I both wince.

  Lucifer talks over Simon’s yelling. “The Russians slowed down long enough for the Highway Patrol officer to get close to them. Then they opened up with automatic rifle fire, killing him. We’ve lost them in the ensuing traffic panic ahead and behind them.”

  “You what?” I ask in disbelief.

  How the fuck could everything be going so fucking wrong?

  “James, what’s your location?” I snarl out into our comms.

  How the fuck could we lose them so fucking easily?

  “In traffic. I could jerk off and the line will probably have not moved. We’re at a standstill,” James grumbles.

  “Fuck!” I shout as I pound my hands on the steering wheel.

  “Everyone get off the next exit possible. We’ll guide you through the backroads to Bethlehem,” Simon says.

  “They’re going to ditch the cars. Those Audis are going to be way too hot to travel in right now,” Johnathan says from my side.

  “I know,” I growl, and punch the steering wheel again.

  He’s fucking right, too. Alexei will dump the cars as soon as they possibly can. Those fuckers have cop killer written all over them.

  Fuck. I have no clue how we can get back to locating them if they get rid of the cars.

  “I want that pig who pulled them over early. We need to talk to him. Fucker needs to give me the reason he went outside of what he was told to do,” I spit out.

  “We’ll make sure to bring him in. I’m trying to figure out why he would do it when the chief of police was in pursuit as well,” Simon says.

  “Is it possible he’s with the Russians?” James asks.

  “I doubt it,” Simon says.

  “Put the word out to all our contacts that we’re on the lookout for Alexei’s dumped vehicles. Also, we’re looking for any Russian or Irish thug we can find,” Lucifer says.

  “Already on it. I’ll have their faces on fucking milk cartons by the end of the hour,” Simon says.

  “Make sure you put on Alexei’s that he likes things shoved up his butt,” James says with a laugh. “Also, that Meghan could be considered a midget next to her husband.”<
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  “You’re—” I start.

  “We’re going to need all hands on this,” Lucifer says through the comms.

  “We have Thaddeus arriving from Ohio in three days. Having Jude here now helps, as well. I also have a line on a new guy coming in. He’ll be good for us,” Simon says.

  “Would that be Eric?” Lucifer asks.

  “Yes,” Simon says.

  The line goes quiet as we all begin to navigate the back roads toward Bethlehem. It’s not a tremendous distance from Garden City, but having to avoid the interstate certainly adds time we don’t have.

  Fuck, if Meghan could have just fucking played this smart instead of running the fuck away from me…

  Slamming my fist into the wheel again, I mutter, “What the fuck was she thinking?”

  “What do you mean?” Johnathan asks me.

  Looking over, I say, “She fucking ran to those motherfuckers. We had a fucking...”

  I stop talking for a moment. My rage is threatening to erupt, and I can just feel it in my bones how badly I want to hurt someone.

  Raising his hands in a settle down motion, Johnathan says, “I ain’t saying you don’t have a right to be fucking pissed as hell, but you might have been at a disadvantage in seeing what went down.”

  Rolling my shoulders, I try to settle my shit before I ask, “What do you mean?”

  “Well, let me preface this with the conversation we had right before we all got to the scene,” he says.

  “Fine. Get to the point, fucker,” I grunt

  “She just heard that dear old dad wasn’t right about who blew her mom to bits,” he says.

  “Yeah, don’t mean she needed to run to that fucker the moment she had a chance,” I say.

  Chuckling at me, I can see he’s getting ready to tell me something I missed. I just wish the fucker would get to the fucking shit I need to know before I snap his neck.

  “She had her gun out and pointing at dear old dad’s forehead. She had that motherfucker dead to rights. I couldn’t hear all the words she spoke, but it looked like she was pretty damn pissed. Then Alexei snapped her up and pulled the trigger on her father with her. He forced her to shoot her own dad,” he says.

  My stomach fucking drops out from me as I think on what I just heard. Fuck me with a broomstick. Both of those little facts are a huge fucking revelation.

  She was still stupid as fuck to run away from my fucking protection, but she did it for answers. I probably would have done the same thing.

  “Fucking cock-sucking, tiny-dicked fuck,” I growl.

  Johnathan leans back in his seat as he pulls his gun out and does a quick check to make sure it’s loaded. “Yep.”

  * * *

  “We have a possible location for Alexei,” Simon says over the communications channel all of our guys are currently using.

  “Where, and how reliable is the source?” I ask quickly.

  So far none of us have had any luck driving through Bethlehem. The Audis were found ditched and lit on fire. They did it under an overpass as soon as they got away from the highway. The cops were actually the first to spot the burning cars.

  “Warehouse district on the north side of the city. The source is coming from one of the Heralds of Hell. Apparently a probationary was out on a task and spotted them dragging Meghan toward a warehouse,” Simon says.

  “Probably out there checking for new spots to hide a body,” Andrew says.

  “With them? I’d think they’re smarter than that,” Johnathan responds.

  “That’s neither here nor there. The probationary wasn’t able to say which one of the two warehouses they’re at just yet. But he is in a spot that he can remain in incase they leave,” Simon says.

  “Are the HoH willing to provide us a security perimeter?” I ask as I aim the car toward the north side of the city.

  “Perimeter security only, at the moment. They don’t have enough of a lockdown on the city, and are already spread thin with their war going on with the cartels trying to get a foothold,” Simon says.

  “Offer a very large cash incentive and a favor from us,” Lucifer says through the line. “I don’t want these pests getting away from us.”

  “That could be costly. They’re in a large bind right now with members and infighting,” Johnathan says.

  “I don’t give a fucking shit about cost. I’ll do anything they need me to do if they help,” I say.

  The line goes silent as we head toward the warehouse districts. My head is fucking racing a mile a minute as I try to figure out an angle that will work. I can’t risk another fucking minute of Meghan getting hurt.

  “I’m sending the latest updates on the warehouses they’re suspected to be in to your phones. James, you’re closest. Get a position up high and see if you can spot heat signatures with any of the gear you have,” Simon says.

  “Roger that, but I need to leave here as soon as this shit’s over. I’ve got something I need to take care of.”

  “What do you have that’s more pressing?” Simon snarls out.

  “He’s cleared it with me and I’m in full agreement. James needs to do another job. Right now, we have a small group of outsiders tailing the police chief’s daughter. We need one of us watching her now. We still don’t know why they took out the chief,” Lucifer says.

  “Fine, but we all need to have a meeting soon. We’re becoming stretched too thin. We need more men in here,” Simon snaps.

  The suspected warehouses are only fifteen minutes away, but it feels like fifteen hundred fucking miles.

  Five minutes out, a panting James comes back on the line. “Got into a nice little hidey-hole. Saw the probationary for HoH, he didn’t see me though.”

  “Do you have heat signatures in the buildings?” Simon asks.

  “Confirming right now. First building is as empty as your testicles, Simon,” James says with a chuckle.

  “You little fucking shit—” Simon starts to snarl at him.

  “Hush, young man, I’m working here,” James retorts. “Everyone hold about a minute out. I’m getting heat signatures and I need to get placements.”

  “Can you confirm any of the Russians?” Lucifer asks after a minute. “We don’t need to break up a meat packing plant.”

  “Nah, we won’t be doing that,” James says, then goes on. “Got ‘em. Eleven bodies. One is laying down on what is probably a table, but shows no cold spots. Gonna say from the sizing it’s Gabriel’s little munchkin. She’s got two men with her. One is going to be Alexei, I bet.”

  “Good,” Lucifer says. “Meet up and swarm.”

  20

  Meghan

  Pain. So much pain pumps through me, tearing through my head, my heart, my very being, I sink into the oblivion to escape it.

  I welcome the darkness. I welcome the relief it gives.

  I don’t want to remember; I just want to forget.

  But words drift into my dreams. Words that tickle at my mind and threaten to pull me back to my horrible reality.

  Words that don’t make any sense.

  “I should have blown you up with that mother of yours… or sold you to the fucking Saudis. You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  The pounding behind my eyes increases. It’s so terrible, I fight off consciousness. Fight off having to face it.

  Someone sighs heavily.

  “But alas, you’ve fucking bewitched me...”

  Blissful silence wraps around me, the annoying voice quieting, and I begin to drift away…

  Only to be yanked back again.

  “If only you weren’t so beautiful… so perfect…”

  Something touches my head and I whimper, trying to move away from it.

  Just go away and leave me in peace, I want to yell, but it would take too much effort to do so.

  “Are you hurting, zaika?”

  I groan and squeeze my eyes tight, wishing the words would just stop. Not only do they cut through my he
ad, they’re also a hook and line, reeling me out of my darkness.

  “Good,” the voice practically purrs, and then there’s a sharp tug on my scalp. “You deserve the pain and so much more for what you’ve put me through.”

  Inside I’m screaming in agony as my head is forced up.

  “Do you know how much I’ve worried about you?”

  Someone’s cool breath hits my face.

  “Do you know how much I’ve suffered not knowing what those pizdas were doing to you?”

  I don’t care. I don’t care. It’s nothing to me.

  The voice grows sharper, angrier, as if it’s in tune with my pain, finding it’s beat. “You’re mine… mine to break and tame and mold as I please.”

  Fighting the grip on my hair only causes a spike of intense agony to slam into my brain.

  “Tell me… Answer me honestly and I’ll give you something for the pain. Did he fuck you? Did he use what belongs to me?”

  A tightness wraps around my throat, but the discomfort is insignificant compared to what I’m already experiencing.

  “This is your one and only chance to be honest with me.”

  Even in my nearly delirious state, I understand the significance of the question and fear answering it.

  A fleeting thought whispers beneath the pain.

  I’m not the only one in danger here.

  Suddenly the tugging on my scalp eases, but the constriction around my neck increases.

  As the seconds tick by, it becomes harder and harder to breathe.

  True darkness rises up inside me, cold and black and ready to swallow me.

  This darkness isn’t like the other, though, and it frightens me.

  “Tell me!” the voice demands.

  I’m shaken, and pure, sheer agony courses through me.

  “Tell me!”

  Seeking only to get the voice to stop so I can be left in peace, I manage to push out a choked whisper. “Yes.”

  The grip around my throat goes slack for a moment, long enough for me to pull in some much-needed air, and then it suddenly tightens until it’s crushing the life out of me.

  Pressure. There’s so much pressure.

  My eyes pop open from the power of it.

  Alexei’s snarling face stares down at me.