Brotherhood (7 page)

“It will happen,” he whispered. “Soon.” He kissed her again and stood and walked towards the door. “Now finish your dinner.” And he left the room.

***

He had her. Asher knew it. He finally had her. And it only took him being unable to talk. It wasn't even that she had done anything wrong. She hadn't. He just didn’t want to sit and chat with her.

She was simply asking questions. But he damn sure didn't want to tell her he was stressed because he was risking his life and the life of his club to keep her alive. He didn't want to tell her she was supposed to be dead. More than anything, he didn't want to tell her that she was only alive because she had gotten under his skin.

It took all he could do not to walk back in and fuck her right then and there. Something about the thought of her face as he gave her what she'd wanted from the first night turned him on. But he couldn't risk it. He was in a predicament.

Normally he used his body and charm to schmooze the ladies. He got by and stayed safe because people wanted him. They liked him. They wanted to have him. Asher had always used that.

Yet here he sat realizing Fuller had done the same to him. But he knew that game. And he didn't want to risk it. If she was playing him for an idiot, he would be risking everyone. He couldn't do that. So he had to keep control. And that's what he planned to do. Which meant she couldn't have him until he had her full submission. But she was damn near close.

The guys could not know about this. They’d assumed he’d already fucked her and he let them believe it. At least that made it understandable for them that he was refusing to kill her. She was his toy. If they knew otherwise, they would doubt him. He had no room for doubt in his current situation.

***

He had left. He did all of that to her and he left. She was mad. At him. At herself. At everything. She’d actually given in to him and now she sat more frustrated than ever and hating herself for letting him get under her skin.

She could still smell him. Still taste him. It turned her on and made her head spin at the same time. She was happy and ashamed of herself all at once.

When he'd told her to stand up, she'd gotten excited. And he had definitely lived up to the idea in her mind. But he lacked some serious follow through.

His cologne had filled her nostrils and her nipples had tightened against his chest. Her body wanted him. Her attraction to him was strong. She held her breath, hoping he felt the same.

She could still hear the words. Feel the shame. She had begged. Pleaded. He denied her.

She wanted more. But she didn’t just want more. She wanted it all.

He had been amazing at what she’d experienced so far. She was curious how good he was at completely satisfying her. She wanted to finish the job. Relieve that sexual tension. But something told her not to. She wanted him to be the one to bring her to release. She needed it to be him.

***

He was in trouble. Asher walked out of the room knowing without a doubt that the woman lying in his bed was going to cause him to come completely unglued. He had to focus. But something about her made that damn near impossible.

“I am fucked.”

CHAPTER 6

"I got nothing," Andy was exasperated. "Not a damn word."

He was standing in front of half of the Vegas office as he told them the results of his work. The work that he'd been at all fucking night. And the results were that nobody had a god damn clue what had happened to her.

"Alive? Dead?" Logan spat at him as though he were simply one of the minions that worked in the office, instead of one of the lead agents.

"I don't know," Andy admitted, feeling less than a minion.

The guilt was a bit much for him. He'd put the mike down less than two minutes. When he came back, there was nothing. Dead silence. The mike had been disabled and she was gone.

She trusted him to keep her safe and now no one knew where the hell she was or if she was okay. It'd been almost two weeks at this point and there still were not any leads. For all they knew, Fuller had been dead since day one.

"So how the fuck do we work with this?" Logan was talking down to him again and had he not felt like he deserved it he would have reacted.

"Go in?" Andy suggested. "Take our chances."

"We have absolutely nothing to use for a warrant." Logan shook his head. "Not a god damn thing."

"So then we don't get one," Tesner spoke from the end of the table. "Fuck legalities. One of our own is in there."

"We hope." Andy said softly.

"Oh sure." Logan rolled his eyes. "Let's storm the place illegally. If we find her, we won't be able to do a damn thing but take her out and let Hudson come after us."

"She's in danger." Amanda threw in.

Andy wondered why Amanda was even involved in this. She wasn't a field agent. She was an office drone. His best guess was the rumor that was going around the office. Amanda wanted to rank up, and she was using blow jobs in the break room to get there.

"She was the moment she went in." Logan offered.

Andy watched as the room shook their heads. No one liked Logan, but they were stuck with him. There wasn't a god damned thing they could do but follow his orders. And it was obvious that Fuller wasn't a top priority.

"Look," Logan started. "I want to get her out as much as anyone. But if we don't do it correctly, we'll risk her life and ensure we never get Asher Hudson off the street. Even Fuller wouldn't want that."

Andy had a hard time believing his superior's words. "Fuller didn't want to be trapped in there. She'd want us to get her out.”

"Guiterro was spotted in town this morning." Tesner offered shortly after his phone had gone off. "Maybe he's headed to Hudson’s."

"Are we sure about this?" Logan asked.

"Completely," Tesner answered with confidence.

"Manuel Guiterro would never meet with anyone knowing a federal agent was on the premises." Logan spoke up.

All of the heads looked down at the floor. They knew he was right. Andy had no doubt. That could only mean one thing. Either Guiterro wasn't headed to Hudson, or Fuller was dead.

"Wallaby," Andy's head turned up at the sound of his name. "Get out there. Find out if Guiterro has another contact in Vegas. Don't come back to me until you know a fucking answer."

Andy nodded and stood to leave. As he did he heard Logan give further orders.

"Stevens, get with your guys. Find out if anything is set to go down at Hudson's tonight. Tesner, explore more about Guiterros visit to Vegas. See if he has anyone with him. Warren, see what the Nomad's are up to lately." Andy was about to close the door as one of his other suspicions was confirmed. "Amanda, you stay here and I'll give you your assignment."

"Okay." she giggled.

Andy slammed the door shut and walked towards his desk. This was going to be a long fucking day for all of them.

***

"Logan," he answered the phone with the same arrogant voice he used with his agents. "Yeah," it was about time he thought. "Hold on one second okay?"

Logan placed the phone on the desk and looked at Amanda. Her red hair hid her face as she knelt before him on the floor. He had to admit, she was damn good at this. And he also had to admit she wasn't very good at field ops. But as long as she
thought
she had a chance of going into the field, he'd keep getting blown. With a wife that had all but given up sex, it wasn’t an offer he was about to turn down.

"Okay sweetheart," he spoke softly. "You can go back to work."

"But you aren't...." God her voice annoyed him. If she didn't talk, she'd be perfect. Almost.

"I need to take this call baby," he ran a hand through her curly hair. "Maybe a little later?"

Amanda stood and leaned up towards him for a kiss that he begrudgingly gave her. Women were so fucking needy. Couldn't they just get him off and go?

"Call me when you need me," she whispered and kissed his cheek as she gave his cock a few last strokes.

Logan couldn't help but think that this was why he put up with the annoying voice. Her touch. Her lips. It was definitely worth it. As he watched her walk out, he debated taking that sexy ass to a hotel and pounding into it until his balls shriveled up. He knew damn well she'd let him. Probably repeatedly. And it sure would feel good to have more than the lips on her face wrapped around it.

The door shut and he picked the phone back up and sat down.

"What the fuck is going on?" He asked and waited to get an answer. "I don't give a god damn," he shouted into the phone. "This was not the way it was supposed to go!"

"Look.” The one voice Logan hated more than Amanda’s was the one on the other end. Heavy southern accent. Ignorant, stupid, and annoying on a good day, which incidentally, today was not. "She's still alive."

"Why?" Logan asked. "How fucking hard is it to get rid of her?"

"He's always with her!" The voice answered. "I can't get close."

"Figure it out, asshole," Logan ordered. "I can only stall things for so long. Get her the fuck out of there before I have to do my goddamned job!"

The phone slammed and Logan started to pace. He needed this to end. He needed this to go the way it was supposed to. But nothing was working out. He needed stress relief, he decided as he grabbed his jacket and headed out to the main office.

"Mandy!" he bellowed and she stood immediate. "Come on," he noticed others watching them. "We've got field work to do!"

She grinned and grabbed her jacket as she walked quickly towards him. Standing alone outside the elevator she was giddy with excitement.

"What are we doing?" she questioned, eager for the answer.

"On your knees, and open your mouth." He shoved her inside the elevator the moment the doors opened.

She smiled, hit the button to close the doors, and started undoing his belt.

CHAPTER 7

"Asher," Dakota stepped forward and smiled. "Glad we’re meeting again."

"Well," Hudson seemed surprised by the reaction to his presence. "We do have a job to do."

The brothers nodded.

"Here's the plan, boys." Hudson stepped into the spotlight as he always did. "Guiterro is in town. He's ready." the idea made him cringe slightly. "Dakota," Asher turned towards his friend and confidant, "Are the weapons ready?"

Dakota nodded. "All packaged and ready to go."

"There aren't going to be any mistakes are there?" Asher questioned. "This isn't small potatoes guys. This man is dangerous. Extremely dangerous. If we fuck anything up, we are dead."

"We’ve checked multiple times. We have everything that was requested." Dakota answered.

"Good," Asher answered. "Where is it?"

"Warehouse," Nelson answered with his southern accent. "We thought maybe Manny would be willing to meet there."

"Are you shitting me?" Asher stared. "You’re going to take the biggest drug lord in all of Mexico to our warehouse that every cop in Vegas knows about? Why not cuff yourself while you’re at it. Save them the trouble."

Nelson nodded. "Sorry," he answered. "I wasn't thinking."

"Of course you weren’t." Asher rubbed his brows. "This is no small time deal. This is not a small time man we are dealing with. How many times do I have to repeat that?"

"What about here?" Charlie asked. "Should he come here?"

"Absolutely not." Asher answered.

"Ash," Dakota spoke softly. "There’s not a whole lot of options left. We know they’re watching us now. Got word that they’re combing the desert for fifty miles around. Moving the entire shipment out into the desert is a dead giveaway.”

"Not here." He said in a tone that brooked no arguing. "Final answer."

"Look," Nelson approached him, "We need a safe place. This is as safe as it gets."

"It's not negotiable." Asher said.

"Why not here?" Mike commented. "Space out the shipments so it just looks like regular commutes."

"Are you questioning my orders?"

"Asher, how else can we do this? Mike’s got a point. Bulk shipment is out of the question now. The feds can suspect us all they want, but without a warrant." Dakota was always the voice of reason.

Asher began to pace the floor. He damn well knew they were right. And until Fuller had been brought to him, the plan would have automatically been there at the house. It was safe and secure. But if they found her, it wouldn't be.

They would all be dead. If for no other reason than the fact that he'd lied to Manny. He'd assured him that Fuller was taken care of. There was no way in hell she could be found here.

"It won't work," he said, knowing that he was wrong. "It just won't."

"You're risking all of us," Mike spoke up. "For a piece of ass."

It was out. Asher thought no one would have the balls to say it out loud. Telling the guys that looked to him for leadership that he was failing because he was protecting Fuller went against what he believed.

"No," he answered with a lie. "It ain’t safe. The fact that she snuck in, means that the feds are looking here just as hard as they’re looking at everywhere else."

"It's safer than our other options!" It wasn't often that Dakota raised his voice. When that happened Asher knew it was bad. "Jesus Christ Ash. Get your head out of her cunt and get with it. We have to protect
all
of us."

Asher stood there and thought long and hard. Dakota was right. He was risking them for her. He didn't want to do that. They trusted him. They were his family. They were his friends. But he didn't want to risk her either. There had to be a happy medium.

"Fine," he agreed. "We’ll do it here. But we need a plan. Something to keep us safe, and still keep her safe."

"Why does she matter so fucking much?" Nelson was pushing his limits with his boss. "She's just some pussy that will be gone soon enough."

Asher glared at his friend. "She's not just some pussy," he answered. "I'm training her. Let me finish my work."

"Then let's work it out," Dakota offered. "We can do this."

"I do not want her harmed," Asher ordered. "At all."

"I hear you." Dakota replied. "I’ve got a plan that keeps her out of harm."

“Tell me.”

The guys gathered round and Dakota described the best way he felt to protect them all. He told them step by step what each of them would be expected to do. Asher liked it. He thought it was a good way to keep everyone safe.

The problem he was going to have, was Fuller herself. She was almost trained, but not quite yet. If she knew what was going on she would do something drastic. She could easily endanger them all if she were to be found on the property. Especially if they were in the middle of a deal.

He wondered if it was best to tell her the truth. After some thought, Asher decided that gagging her might be for the best. She wasn't going to like it, though.

"I'm going to go check on her," he turned towards the hallway. "Hammer out the details and get it going," he finished as he walked out of the room. "Then tell me when and where."

"Okay boss," Nelson smiled. "We will make sure that you’re the first one invited."

"Nice," Asher smiled at his friends. "I'll be back."

With that he turned and walked towards the living room and the stairs it held. He was going to go upstairs and put Fuller back into full captivity. He couldn't tell her why or that it was for her own good. He didn't want to give her any special ideas.

***

"I don't think he's capable of making decisions," Nelson said what most of them were thinking.

As the guys began to agree and share reasons, Dakota listened. He knew why they felt like they did. Asher was really dropping the ball on this one.

It's not like none of them had ever fallen for someone. They all had. Hell, Dakota still adored his old lady. Shelly was about as good as they come. But Asher's was a different situation. She was an agent. She was a goddamn
fed
.

"It's not like we have a choice," Dakota injected. "He's the boss."

"So he needs to go find a fucking club girl," Mike shook his head. "We don't need a fucking boss that is busier protecting ATF than he is protecting us."

"He's capable." Dakota stated.

The guys should know that. Asher wasn't going to let them down. He may not be thinking the same way, but he was still thinking. Otherwise he wouldn't have caught the warehouse thing. He would never betray them, even for her.

Dakota believed that. But he also believed that they were right. Asher was playing risky games. Why he'd told Manny they'd done away with her wasn't known. But now they were all a little paranoid that they were in danger. And everyone was acting out because of it.

"I'm not so sure," Charlie spoke. "He seems to be up her ass."

"Or wishing he was," Mike laughed.

"He's capable." Dakota repeated. "He knows what he's doing."

"We are supposed to fight the ATF," Nelson spoke. "Not trying to bed them."

Charlie laughed. "Well, Logan isn't really my type."

"We have to have trust Asher," Dakota continued. "He's not perfect, but he's yet to let us down."

The guys nodded and Dakota breathed a sigh of relief. He had reminded them of the man they trusted. He continued to tout the clever ways of Asher and then sent them to another room to work out the plan.

"Let me know what you come up with," he smiled. "I'll be right here."

As they walked out, Dakota took a deep breath. He only hoped that his faith was founded. He, too, was concerned about the boss they'd blindly followed for years. Suddenly he didn’t seem very capable. Dakota had hope, but something in him told him that they were in more danger than usual.

***

Asher stood over her and watched. She was sleeping. It amazed him how quietly she slept. He wondered what had made her the way she was. Training? Life? He wanted to know, but he didn't have time for that. A man that wanted her dead and thought she was would be in his home within a few hours.

He felt bad about having to wake her only to tell her he was putting her back into full captivity. She seemed so peaceful.

For a moment he toyed with whether or not to tell her the truth. Part of him wanted to trust in her. But he couldn't. She was a liability. One noise in the hopes of stirring things up and she'd essentially kill them all. She wouldn't realize how very dangerous it was for her. Hell, Asher barely liked speaking to Manny. He didn’t like liabilities.

"Fuller," Asher snapped and the agent jolted awake.

"What?" she asked in her sleepy little voice. As her mouth twisted he remembered how it felt against his skin and he wanted to crawl into the bed with her and give her a good fuck. Actually, a mind-blowing fuck.

"I'm sorry," he apologized as he began to pick up the rope. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what he was doing.

"But," she argued. "I did what you asked," she continued.

"I know," he answered. "That's why I’m sorry." he began to wrap the rope around her ankles. "Something's come up," he smiled. "It's important to keep you quiet and still."

She was reminded for a moment that she was dealing with a criminal. Attraction or not, she was still a liability to him. Melissa wasn't ready to die.

"But, I will...." he placed a finger across her lips.

"I can't change my mind," he smiled. "But if you do as asked," he leaned down and kissed her lips. Sucking gently and alternating with small nibbles, he listened as she moaned. "If you do what I ask, I will make sure you are satisfied with the results." he finished as he released her mouth from his.

She felt the rope tighten. She watched as he took the rag from before and shoved it into her mouth. The room went dark as he blindfolded her. She felt him staring at her and she wondered what was going on. Was Logan and Wallaby coming by? Was she going to be saved? She felt almost as disappointed as she was excited by the idea. Fuck, she wasn't going to want to go when they did get there. She wanted to know more, explore more and enjoy more.

Fuck.