Hunted (Dauntless MC Book 1) (14 page)

Scooter made his way over to the guys at the computer. “All right, dude, it’s time to use some of that pull you have at the agency. She just called me so she’s got her phone. We need the GPS tracked on it.”

“I’m already on it,” Derrick looked up to answer him but then went right back to tracking. This was the reason he kept his laptop with him. He didn’t want agency profiles accessed by outsiders. There it is. It’s right where I said it would be, in the warehouse district in Portland.

“Let’s go, boys,” Tiny called out as Derrick closed the laptop and gathered his belongings, placing everything in his briefcase.

“We’ll follow you, agent.”

The band of brothers looked like a procession of trouble going through the streets of Louisville to their desired destination. Everybody in this town knew who they were and not to fuck with them. It showed on the faces of those who looked out their car windows and stared as they made their way through the streets.

The girls waited for what felt like forever. They had managed to get out of their chains but their abductor had been smart enough not to put the keys that would allow them to escape the warehouse on his key ring.

The guys took out a chain they had brought in their saddlebags and attached one end to the door and the other end to the four-wheel drive SUV the agency had let Derrick use. It sounded like a warzone as they literally ripped the door from the building.

Each girl ran into the arms of the man she found safety with. Justine ran to Derrick and Red ran to Scooter. Neither could ever remember a time they had been so glad to see the men or when they had felt so safe. There was still the issue of getting past charges being pressed against them but, for now, they were safely in the arms of the men who loved them.

Talon watched with pride as his property worked her magic.

“Sir, I see no reason why either of my clients should even be charged with a crime. It’s evident by the bruises around your agent’s neck that the man was trying to kill her when my client stepped in and saved her life. She should be awarded a medal, not locked up.”

Agent Simmons, the head of ICE, ignored the issue of not charging the girls because as far as he was concerned, it was a given. He chose to address another issue, which also put everyone’s mind at ease.

“I’m glad to see you representing the agency. That will go a long way with my boys. Am I to understand you have given up this chase of trying to find illegal issues with Agent Snyder?”

“Absolutely, Sir, and I would like to apologize for even being misled in my investigation.” Grace was smart enough to know that Derrick would be working with the club now. Going through what they had all just been through has a way of bonding people together. These guys would be bound for life.

“Well, I’d say all of you have been through enough. We have all the evidence we need from the crime scene and your testimonies. I’m certain you could all use a shower and some sleep. Though everyone agreed as they left, there wouldn’t be anything as simple as a shower and a nap because there was a party already planned for the girls’ safe return home and Red’s ceremony recognizing her as Scooter’s property.

Scooter made his way towards the shower where Red was washing the memories of the last couple of days away. It was now or never and he was past the point of being shy with this woman he wanted. In his mind, it had almost cost her life. He undressed as he listened to her humming in the shower, unaware of his presence. He opened the shower and got in, chuckling when she jumped.

He pulled her milky body close to him and gently whispered in her ear, “Wanna fuck you, babe. Wanna make you mine before the ceremony of presenting you with your property colors.”

She looked up into his face as she brushed his long, dishwater, blonde hair from his eyes. “Thank you for rescuing me, Scooter.”

He picked her up easily in his arms and pushed his hard cock into her. He couldn’t remember a time he wanted a woman as badly as he wanted her. He slowly pumped in and out of her as he spoke, “I don’t want you with any other men. You’re mine now, Red. I want you here with me, living with me, and safe with me, babe. Ah girl, you feel so damn good. I’ve wanted you like this since the day I first laid eyes on you.”

“I’m sorry, Scooter. I’m so sorry I didn’t see what was right in front of me.”

“Doesn’t matter now, girl. I’m just so glad you didn’t get hurt.” Suddenly, a coldness showed in his eyes. “He didn’t hurt you, did he? He didn’t… well, you know?”

“No, Scooter, he didn’t touch either one of us. For some reason, the crazy fuck was mad about Justine being with Derrick so his anger was all directed towards her.”

“Shh, focus on that cock filling you up right now. Do you like it, baby? Do you like being owned and fucked by your man?”

“Yes, baby, you feel so good.”

It wasn’t just the sex making her feel good. It was the longing of wanting to belong to something much bigger than her finally being filled.

Scooter was everything she needed in a man. He was sweet, gentle, caring, and a mean motherfucker if you crossed him, the club, or his property. She needed to be needed like that. She craved belonging and Scooter would meet those needs. In return, she would meet the need in him to be someone’s man. As badly as she needed to be accepted and loved, he needed her to depend on him to take care of her and look out for her. They would each fill a hunger in the other that had been present for far too long. They no longer had to be lonely because now they had each other.

The compound courtyard was alive with a full-blown party. Barrels were situated in different areas with fires that lit up the activity. There was a feeling of comradery and Grace stood with her back to Talon as he held her to his chest while she basked in it. This was her family—the family she had never had—the one that had been ruthlessly ripped away from her in cold insensitivity when her father left her and her mother to make it on their own. Talon’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“You were so fucking hot in that interrogation room, all dressed up in that suit. You were so professional, baby.”

“I think you’re the only biker I know with a fetish for alpha subs.”

“You nailed it, baby. I love a strong woman who only submits in the bedroom. That is a part of you only I am privy to.”

“Well, you’re right about that. You’ve tapped into a part of me I never knew existed.”

“I saw it in you, girl, and I took it.”

His fingers unbuttoned the jeans she wore and trailed down into her panties.

“Someone might see us,” she argued.

“Shut the fuck up.”

She wiggled her ass against his hard cock, giggling. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re damn straight I’m your Sir.”  

She ground her hips into his finger when it trailed over her clit.

“Such a nasty little girl, fucking my finger in public. I’m gonna make you come, girl, right out here in the open.”

She ground into his finger, answering the call for release. He had just finished and she had just buttoned her pants when a guy she didn’t know approached them. She gasped when Talon shoved his finger in her mouth and commanded her to lick her juices from it. She could feel herself getting wet at the thought of doing something so dirty right out in the open, yet the partiers were unaware.

She looked up into the face of the man who had approached them. He looked like a college kid and was accompanied by a beautiful blonde woman. He spoke like he knew who she was when he addressed Talon.

“So this is the woman responsible for making you an honest man. You needed a lawyer on tap, motherfucker, as much trouble as you get into.”

“Fuck you, Miller. Shouldn’t you be out on a hit?”

Grace perked up when she heard that. This guy looked young and innocent; he didn’t look like a hit man.

“Came here to kill that dumbass who abducted the club’s women. I hear that girl, Red, who is being inducted tonight, beat me to the punch though.”

“That she did, my man, that she did.”

“Damn, she’ll fit right into our little motley crew.”

Tiny’s voice boomed over the activities. “We’re gathered here to celebrate the fact that our sisters came out of captivity safely, but we also have another special event. Tiny pulled Scooter up to the forefront and presented him with a vest. Scooter smiled and took it, holding it up for everyone to see the patch that said:
Red, Property of Scooter
and then had the Dauntless name under it. Tears streamed from Red’s eyes as she allowed her old man to place it on her. He leaned down and whispered, “I’m getting your ass inked too, Red.” She turned and jumped into his arms, kissing him as the large crowd erupted in cheers. It was everything she had dreamed of and more. She couldn’t be happier or more proud to be Scooter’s property. It was an honor for any woman in the club to be property—the highest of honors.

Grace waited until Miller and his old lady, Stormy, had moved on before she asked the question burning on her tongue. “Is that guy a hit man?”

“The only reason I’m answering your question is because you’re bound by client confidentiality.”

“Hey, don’t you trust me?” she interrupted.

“The secrets you hear are sacred when it comes to the club, or anyone who has anything to do with it. It’s an honor to be privy to the things that go on in club business and I take that honor very seriously.”

“I do too, Talon.”

He kissed the top of her head, “I know you do, baby. To answer your question, “Yes, Miller is a hit man.” He gave that information time to sink in before he continued. “The chick with him is his partner in crime.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope, and she is quite the little badass from what I hear.”

“Remind me to never cross any of these women. They’re just as quick to kill as you men are; Red proved that.”

“You have no idea how dangerous these biker chicks are.”

“Well, I’m getting the message, that’s for sure.”

Talon just chuckled because he knew that crossing a biker chick in the Dauntless club was akin to putting your life in jeopardy. They were just as dangerous, if not more so, than the men they rode with.