Hacker Auction: Bodyguard Romance, page 13
Bentley talked to her for a long time, but she wouldn’t change her mind. She insisted this was what she wanted.
“Something feels wrong,” Mia whispered next to me.
Sweat dripped down my forehead. Even at the dead of night, it was hot as fuck in Florida. It didn’t help I had body armor on. “She has a tracker.”
Paxton slipped a rice size tracker under her skin. The plastic surgeon said a few of his clients had requested them. The one thing I didn’t like was the program the tracker was connected to. Brock hacked the little chip and put her on his private network.
A large van pulled up and blocked our view of the trade-off. The back doors came open, and two men with automatic guns strapped to their chests stepped out. They worked to unload seven cages.
“We got them. FBI is moving in.” My hand gripped around the butt of the gun. One wrong move by anyone, Mia and I would head in.
Another van pulled up, and Milton made the signal for the transfer. FBI agents rushed the area with guns drawn. My eyes were on Milton. He always only looked out for himself. During the interrogation, he made Elise sound like the person who orchestrated everything.
Milton always thought four plays ahead. No way would he want to go to jail. I knew he was working another angle.
A blinding light filled the area. My night googles employed the light from the flashbang. Before I had time to register what the hell happened, a second one sounded.
“Fuck.” Brock’s voice came over the comm. “You were right. Milton has help. Mia, two men to the far right.”
“I’m going to take them out,” Mia stated as she pulled the gun off her back.
“No,” Brock said. “This is the FBI’s show. You can’t shoot them.”
Mia eyed the direction, “But I can disarm them.” She took off running through the containers.
My eyes went back to the scene. Roxy was gone. The cage she had was open, but she wasn’t near the place I spotted her previously. “Where is Roxy’s tracker?” I asked Brock.
“She’s on the dock.”
“Fuck.” I surveyed the area and tried to think about the path Milton would take. In the distance, I saw headlights, but they were too far from me. “Brock check video footage from the far-right dock. I want to know how the fuck he knew she had a tracker.”
“I’m scanning the area. Get back to the port and assist with the women. We need to see if Greta is with them.”
“We need to find her,” I stated the obvious as I jogged back to the port. FBI agents held the men who were part of the Vittorio Mafia. Scarlet stood in the center directing agents.
I jogged up next to her. “Good evening Agent Scarlet.”
She grunted and narrowed her eyes, “did you find him?”
“No, Brock is working on it.”
Her eyes flicked to the row of cages and back to me. Her voice lowered to almost a whisper. “Maybe Blackwood should run their own mission to find him. Not sure if the FBI would ever locate him.”
Mia’s voice came over the comm. “Did an FBI agent just tell us to assassinate someone? Brock, I might have to switch to the Rose Club because that woman is my fucking hero.”
“We are not assassinating anyone, but if a bullet happens to hit the man in the heart. I’m sure we can dump the body in Antonio’s backyard.”
The women from the cages were lined up behind an FBI van. A younger woman in the back had the same blonde hair I recognized from the little girl waiting for her mom back in Shialia. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she jumped. “Greta?”
She nodded, and I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping her in a hug. I pulled out my phone and showed her a picture of her little girl. The woman sobbed in my arms. I sent Patty a text letting her know I found the woman we were looking for. My sister would take care of the rest.
Brock’s voice came over the com. “Let’s regroup at Blackwood. I lost the van.”
My stomach dropped because I worried we wouldn’t make it to Roxy again in time.
CHAPTER 15
Rachelle
Wes and the team were still out, and the sun was already coming up. I wasn’t sure how long a mission lasted, but I wanted to get my little boy home.
I stepped out of the bedroom and found my brother in the main area. “Hey, bro.”
He smiled up at me and held his arms out for Sage. “Come here, little dude.”
“I thought you would have gone home with Mom and Dad.”
After Wes left to join his team, I wandered around and found Mom and Dad in the dungeon. They’d put Sage down to sleep in what looked like a sex swing. I rescued my little boy and brought him to bed with me.
But twelve hours later, I was ready to go home, shower and change.
“I was waiting for an update. It seems the mission didn’t go as planned. Brock and Wes are at Blackwood Security working out a secondary plan.”
I sat down next to him at the table. “I’m surprised you aren’t telling me to run for the hills.”
Raphael gave me a lopsided smile. “I’ll never understand any of this stuff.” He waved toward the dungeon. “But I’ve never seen you this happy, and if whips and butt plugs make you happy, I’m not going to step in the way. Wes and his friends seem like good guys. I’m happy for you, sis.”
I grabbed Sage out of his arms. “Let’s have lunch this week.”
He nodded. “If you need anything, call.”
We said our goodbyes. I found Paxton and told him I was heading home. I tried Wes, but his phone went to voicemail. I drove home and took a long shower. I was in the middle of the second episode of House Flippers when my phone went off, startling me.
“Hello?”
“Rachelle, I have something Wes wants.” My heartbeat thumped against my chest at the sound of Calvin’s voice.
“What did you do?”
“All you had to do was stay the fuck out of everything. I owe people a lot of money.”
“What does that have to do with Wes or me?”
“He thought he could take Milton and Elsie down and get the girls. You both wrecked everything. I owe them. And if he wants to see Roxy alive again, you will do exactly what I say.”
My blood ran cold. Roxy was in danger. Raphael mentioned something about the mission going wrong, but I didn’t think Roxy would be in danger.
I took a deep breath and grabbed my laptop from the table. Sophie had added a chat function to my computer. Something about the way they all talk, and it’s not monitored. She used a bunch of tech lingo I didn’t understand. “Tell me what you want.”
My computer fired up, and I waited for the windows logo to disappear.
“You need to give me my son.”
I needed to keep him talking. The login screen appeared, and I typed in my credentials. “Sage is already asleep. He doesn’t know you. Why would you want my boy? You signed over your rights to him.”
“I already told you. My boss is pissed about the bust tonight, and I owe him a shit ton of money. Babies go for a good price on the market. Roxy is good, but the boss wants more.”
The chatbox opened, and I typed. Anyone there?
I had to get more of his plan out of him. “Where would you want to meet,” I whispered. I hated that I even had to play along with the dumb idea.
Calvin let out an aggravated sigh. “Let’s meet at your parent's beach house.”
“Sure.” The house was an hour's drive.
Sophie: What’s up, Rachelle.
Rachelle: You with Wes?
Sophie: Yep, in the middle of a shit storm. We don’t get the best cell service in the war room. Want me to send him a love note.
Rachelle: No. I have Calvin on the line. He has Roxy wants me to meet him.
Sophie: Fuck
Brock: Keep him talking. Tracing your phone.
Wes: Do not meet him. Stay at the club.
I winced, knowing I was at home. But I figured this wasn’t the right time to bring up the fact I left Rose Club.
“You know, Calvin. We could always try again. My money would help with your problem.” My voice shook as I spoke.
“If you weren’t so fat and ugly, I would have used you, but I can’t even look at you for a million dollars.”
Sophie: We have a location.
Wes: You are amazing. The location also pinned yours. I’ll be at your house soon. Your ass is going to be red.
Patty: I always miss the good stuff. I’m stuck running a country. In contrast, you guys get to run around chasing people and hacking. Sam won’t let me hack the Media anymore.
Kat: Gators haven’t been fed in two days. Welcome to drop the dead bodies off at our house.
Antonio: NO. We are not a disposal site.
Kat: But they need to be fed.
Sophie: Can we circle back to the fact you said two days. Does that mean you killed someone two days ago?
Kat: …
Antonio: Kat, so help me.
Rachelle: I should have logged into this chat a few days ago! This is fun. I really want to know more about the gators.
Kat: I’ll bring you one as a housewarming gift or a welcome to the group gift.
Matt: This means Wes lost the bet and is going to get his ass paddled by Mistress Sylvia.
Sophie: I heard about that bet can’t wait.
Brock: We are working people, but the paddling will happen this weekend.
Rachelle: What was the bet.
Nobody responded.
Rachelle: I won’t get mad.
Sophie: Sorry, they are taking down Calvin and Milton. Everyone is watching the cameras.
Rachelle: Let me know when Roxy is safe.
Time felt like it slowed to a crawl.
Wes: We got her and she’s safe. I’m on my way over.
Kat: Anyone bringing the dead bodies to feed my gators? Or do I need to go hunt tonight.
Brock: FBI came, couldn’t take out the target, but they are going to prison.
Antonio: Keep your ass in the house. I swear woman.
Rachelle: Give Roxy a hug from me. Kat we need to meet for lunch.
I lowered the lid of my laptop and couldn’t wait to see Wes.
The knock on the front door made me jump. I’d fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come to my house.
Before I pulled the door open, I glanced through the peephole. He stood on the other side with a to go bag from my favorite Chinese place. I swung the door open, and he was on me a second later. His lips against mine. “I hate that you were pulled back into this.”
“You realize it could have been worse if I didn’t know you?”
“Yes, but I still hate it.”
CHAPTER 16
Wes
Rachelle tied to the table in the middle of Club Rose was the sexiest thing ever. Her skin pebbled under my touch as I ran my hand across her soft skin. “Anything hurt or stiff.”
Her green eyes locked with mine. “Seriously, Wes, I’m dying of anticipation.”
“I can’t have my sub die when the whole club is watching.”
“At least I have my clothes on.”
I couldn’t hold back the grin as I pulled my knife from the bag next to the medical table. “About that. I’m doing a fire demonstration. I think it would be better if you were completely naked.”
“Wes,” my name rolled off her lips as I used the knife to cut the lace at the top of her corset. The piece of material was sexy as hell on her, but I could buy her another one. “I have stretch marks. Can we talk about this?”
“We are in the middle of a scene. Is that how you address me?” I sliced through the next set of ribbons.”
“I’m sorry, Master, but can we stop and discuss if the club needs to see me naked. I’m sure we can come up with another solution.”
“What’s your safe word?”
Her pretty green eyes narrowed, “Unicorn. It’s been the same for the past two months.”
The knife sliced through the bottom of the ribbon. “I’m about to peal this material off your skin. Do you want to use your safe word or finish the demo for the crowd? Look to the side.” Her head swiveled, and I leaned down, so my lips were near her ear. “The crowd is watching you. Your sexy body turns everyone on. Do you want to safeword and not let the crowd see me light your skin on fire?”
My fingers trailed down her body and pushed her g-string to the side. Her sex was dripping wet. “Your pussy is telling a different story from your mouth. If I had to guess, you want nothing more than to strip naked for the crowd. Your body wants it. It seems your mind is the one holding you back. Maybe if I bring you over the edge, you will worry less.”
I pumped my fingers in and out of her sex. Her juices dripped down my fingers. “Fuck do you hear how wet you are?”
Before she could answer, I stripped the corset from her body and tossed it to the side. Then I worked her panties down her body. The crowd moved closer as I moved the tray of cotton balls to the side. I leaned and placed a kiss on Rachelle’s lips. “Ready?”
“Sure.”
I turned my attention to the crowd. Rachelle and I had frequented Club Rose a few times, but a month ago, we showed up, and her mother was tied to a spanking bench, after that she swore off the club. Paxton asked me to do a demo tonight, so I called Rachelle’s dad and asked him not to come.
“First rule of fire play is to have a spotter. Brock is going to assist me tonight. I’ve done this demo more times than I can count, but I still won’t do it unsupervised. As you can see, I stripped my pretty sub naked. Corsets are highly flammable, and I won’t put my sub in harm's way. We’ve established a safe word.”
I grabbed a cotton swab from the bowl. I’d put the right amount of isopropyl on the cotton swab. Brock handed me a wand. “I’m starting on Rachelle’s arm to get her used to the sensation and for her to realize I’m not going to hurt her. Once she is used to the sensation, I’ll demonstrate near her nipples.”
Rachelle whined as I raised the wand. “Ready.”
Her eyes were glued to the wand as I lowered it to her skin. The electric current hit the spot I rubbed on her arm, and a blue flame ignited across her skin. The crowd of people was awed. Rachelle’s brows lifted. “I liked that.”
“Ready for more?”
She nodded, and I made a heart across her stomach and hovered the wand above the part the heart connected. The flame ignited when I pressed the wand to the bottom of the heart.
The crowd of people clapped.
“You can also do this with a flaming flogger. I might do that demonstration another night. I haven’t flogged my sub yet, so I don’t know how she will react. Only do fire play if you know your subs every move.”
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, as her tongue sneaked out and pressed against my lips. I nipped her lower lip before I pulled back. “Not yet.” I grabbed another white cotton swab. “Ready for the next part?” She nodded, and I swiped the cotton ball around her nipple. Rachelle took a deep breath as I pushed the wand to her breast and watched the blue flame dance across her skin.
“You look sexy as hell tied to this table and under my hand.”
Rachelle blinked a couple of times. “I want you, Master.”
I pinched her nipple between my fingers. “Soon.”
For another half hour, I played with Rachelle’s body on stage until she was on edge, but her orgasm was still mine in private.
When she hit subspace, I stopped the play because she couldn’t tell me if something was wrong. “If anyone has questions, find me later.” I reached over and unlatched her wrists. Rachelle’s hand pressed against my shoulder as I carried her through the crowd to the private room I had reserved in the back.
“Why did you stop?” Rachelle asked. Her words came out a little slurred.
I didn’t answer her until I placed her in the center of the bed. The room had a small fridge with water inside. I grabbed one out and brought it over to the bed. “Drink.”
Rachelle gave me a sassy smile. “So bossy.” But she grabbed the bottle and took a sip. “I’ve been on the pill for two full months. Can we finally have unprotected sex? I want to feel you deep inside me—Master.”
The damn woman would be the death of me. “Yes.” I unbuckled my black dress pants and let them drop to the ground. I was painfully hard and only wanted to be deep insider her, but Rachelle had another idea as she climbed off the bed and dropped to her knees. She glanced up at me with her green eyes. “Can I taste you, Master?”
“Yes.” I ground out as she wrapped her plump lips around me. My hand rested against the wall and the other one tangled in her long locks as she worked my cock inside her mouth. “Rachelle.”
The wicked woman didn’t listen to my warning as she took me deeper in her mouth. Her hands rested against my thigh as she bobbed her head. I couldn’t handle her lips around my cock, any longer I tugged at her hair until her head came back.
I reached down and cupped her under her arms and tossed her on the bed. She smiled at me as I climbed between her legs and pressed my dick against her slit. As Rachelle’s hips lifted off the bed the deeper I sunk.
I slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “You feel so good.” I couldn’t hold back as I thrust faster and harder deep inside of her. She was perfect in every way. “Touch yourself.”
Rachelle reached between us and pressed against her clit. It wasn’t long before she went over the edge, and her sex clamped down around me. Her tight sex was more than I could handle, and it sent me over the edge.
I rolled to the side and pulled her against my chest. My fingers traced down her body and I touched her sex.
“I’m tender.”
My fingers went a little lower. “I love how you are dripping with me.”
“Gross.”
I shrugged. “What? I can’t wait until the day we start working on giving Sage a sibling.”
Rachelle stilled in my arms. We hadn’t spoken about a family or our future much in the past two months. “You want another kid?”
I wanted a house full of them. “Yes, I guess this is something we should talk about.”
