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I dropped to the desk, sweaty and spent. Marcus held my ass up as he sat back into the chair, bringing me with him. My back to his chest, his large arms surrounded me, protected me, told me I was safe in his world, that he would never allow me to leave that safety. I was, after all, his.
“I’m glad our worlds collided,” he whispered. “The innocent little college girl and the outlaw biker. This shit should never work, but for us it does.” His teeth nibbled my earlobe. “Love you, baby.”
I turned, not wanting to lose the moment to look into his eyes. “No woman in this world has what I have, Marcus. You always give me the things I’m afraid to ask for. You know me.”
“To know you is to own you, baby. And we both know you’re mine.”
A smile worked across my face. “You’ve owned me far longer than you’ve known me, Marcus. What we have is what was always meant to be.” I slipped to my knees, wrapped my arm around his right leg, and rested my head against his knee. He stroked my hair, his fingertips occasionally touching my ear. Most women didn’t want to be owned. I wasn’t like that. I would kneel at the feet of any man who owned me properly. That man was Marcus.
7
Trixie
Theshittiestpartofmy job was the three-hour drive to Fort Smith, Arkansas. When the boss saw the broken nose, the day would get shittier. I enjoyed what I did and worked my ass off to get the assignment. I’d had to suck dick as well, which I only hated once. He was some old asshole way up in the ATF ranks. I spit that shit right back on his cock so he could take it back home to his wife.
People would ask what made me go to such lengths to be assigned to the Brothers of Chaos. Everyone inside the department knew what I had to do to infiltrate the club. It wasn’t as easy as walking in the door one day and asking if I could join the club. I’d slept with half the officers and fucked in ways I never thought possible. I’d been dp-ed, spit-roasted, gangbanged, and everything in between. Luckily, I’d chosen to do those things with an opportunity to walk anytime.
I walked into the office wearing a pantsuit, leaving the biker bitch shorts and halter back in Pine Bluff. I looked professional and like I had a stick up my ass. I was good at pretending and even better at fitting in.
“Fuck, Kelly, who hit you?” Tom Washington said when I entered his office. Tom and I went way back to the academy days together. We entered at the same time and graduated together. “I wish you would drop this assignment.”
“You know I can’t do that. I need to find out who killed my sister.”
Tom got up and stared out his window. “You don’t even know if it was that club.”
“Doesn’t matter. We know it was someone in Pine Bluff wearing a kutte. I have a 50/50 shot at this.” I found a seat in a leather chair and relaxed. “In the meantime, we get information on the guns they’re running. It’s a win for both of us.”
“Tell me you’re not fucking those assholes.” Tom turned, hurt on his face. He didn’t get it. Kristen, my younger sister, was my best friend. If I had to fuck the entire club to find out what happened to her, I would.
“I just need a couple of months, Tom. Give me that. If I don’t have any solid information, I’ll back out and leave the club.” Pulling on heartstrings with Tom was a common occurrence with me. I couldn’t help what I needed to do. “Tom.”
“You’ve got two months, Kelly. That’s it. No more.” He sat on the corner of his desk in front of me. “Understand? The next time may be a bullet to the head instead of a broken nose.” He returned to the leather chair behind the desk. “I care about you and what your family has been through. I don’t want to be the one to tell your parents they have to bury another daughter.”
“Thanks, Tom.” I left his office and walked down the hall to a rarely used office. Tom hoped I’d give up my hunt for my sister's killer and return to the office. I would eventually, but it was only a temporary landing place.
At the corner of the desk sat a picture of Kristen and me at Niagara Falls. She’d just graduated from Syracuse and trying to figure out what was next. While trying to figure out life, she took a road trip to Dallas. The trip took her through Arkansas and Pine Bluff. She checked in at a hotel in Pine Bluff and then went out to find dinner. She never made it back to the hotel.
People in the town were afraid, of course, to say anything. The FBI found one witness who said he saw two men harassing Kristen outside a restaurant. He said the men were bikers wearing kuttes but couldn’t remember the rocker on the kuttes. The man disappeared the next day.
I left the office under watchful eyes. The other agents knew what I was doing. They knew what I had to do to infiltrate the club. What they didn’t know, it wasn’t a bad gig. Most of the men in the club were hotties. I returned to the club around ten and found that almost everyone had already gone to bed. It wasn’t often that things around the club were calm.
“You okay, Trixie,” Skittles asked. “How’s the nose?”
“I’ve been hit harder.” I went behind the bar and poured a glass of bourbon. “You’re friend got in a lucky shot. I won’t let it happen again.”
“What makes you think it will?”
“Because I’m not leaving and not backing down.” I poured a second glass of bourbon and slid it over. “I don’t expect Wendy to be back anyway.”
“You expect wrong.” Skittles chugged the bourbon and placed the glass on the counter. “She’ll be working for the club soon. I suggest you find the man you want soon. Very soon.” She leaned closer to me. “You fuck with anyone I care about, and you’ll have to answer to me. Do you understand?”
Skittles walked down the hall and disappeared into a room. I didn’t need her or anyone else up my ass. Bringing attention to myself would lead to questions about me and my past.
I left the bar and sat at one of the tables outside. The stars were out in mass on a clear night. Kristen and I loved to sit out by the pool in the evenings and watch the sky. She believed in aliens. I didn’t. So we sat and waited for one to land in the yard. Of course, it never happened. Of course, we’ll never sit by a pool again. Someone needs to pay. The Brothers of Chaos needed to own what they did. If they didn’t, I would single-handedly take them down.
8
Beast
