Hunted (Dauntless MC Book 1) (17 page)

Tiny had Raven backed up against the shop workbench. His arms were placed on each side of her, pinning her in so she couldn’t escape, not that she wanted to. He twirled a finger through a lock of her hair. It was the hair that had given her the nickname, Raven
.
It was as black as a raven’s wing and her eyes were as well. She was as beautiful now as she had been when he had first hired her to work in his club eight years ago. It wasn’t just her looks that caused her to pull in more money at the club than any of the other women though. She practically oozed sex appeal. Any man who was ever around her, for any length of time, inevitably fell in love with her but her heart belonged to the president of Dauntless motorcycle club. She only had eyes for Tiny.

“You’re breathing heavy, babe. You still hot for your man?” He gave her no time to answer as he lifted the crop top, tight t-shirt that bore the Dauntless MC insignia and pulled it off her body. “Whose property are you, babe?” he asked as he pulled a nipple between his lips, nipping at it with his teeth.

She could feel his hardness through the jeans he wore as his hips kept time with the rhythm of his mouth sucking on her hard nipple. She tossed her head back as she soaked up the atmosphere that was Tiny. It was one of the things that intrigued her about him. Whenever he walked into a room, it was like he controlled it, like he soaked up everything in his space and made it his.

He lifted the leather skirt she wore and ripped the G-string from her body that kept him from getting to his very own piece of paradise. He picked her up with ease and set her on the workbench. His two hundred and fifty pound body mass of pure muscle made it easy to move her around anywhere and anytime he desired. He loved her like crazy and it only got stronger as the sands of time made their way through the hourglass of eternity.

“I wanna fuck you, babe. Wanna feel my cock buried in that pretty, little pussy of yours.”

“I love you, Tiny. I love you so fucking much it hurts.”

“I know, girl… me too.”

She grabbed his long, salt and pepper hair and pulled him towards her as he pushed deep into her depths. Even with all the activities that went on at the club, at times like this, it was as if no one else existed. They climbed inside of each other’s souls, moving in a time no one else knew, until they consumed each other and erupted into an oasis of pleasure.

Tiny collapsed against her. Man, he loved this woman. He wanted her baby, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and he wanted his fucking phone to stop ringing.

“What, motherfucker,” he yelled into the phone when he finally answered it.

Raven pulled away from him and reached over to grab a container of baby wipes she kept on the shop workbench to clean up. She had been with her old man long enough to know how he operated. His sex drive was insatiable which was just fine with her. She learned a long time ago to stash baby wipes in different areas of the compound. She never knew where, or when, Tiny’s appetite for her would strike.

When she looked up and locked eyes with Tiny, she immediately knew someone was in trouble. All she cared about was the fact that it wasn’t her in his line of fire. She, of all people, knew Tiny was a ruthless motherfucker when crossed and she had no intentions of getting on his bad side—ever.

Clive made his way out of his apartment and into the darkened hallway of the cheap tenement he inhabited. Maybe he could get a nicer apartment after he finished this job. Visions of working as a high dollar hit man filled his head as he made his way out to his car that was nothing more than a broken down piece of crap.

He had tossed around the idea of blackmailing that highfalutin lawyer who had hired him. He knew the guy had plenty of money and if Clive was ever going to get the attention of that prostitute he had been spending time with lately, then he needed to have some money to flash. Yes, it was true. People paid a lot more attention to you when you had money.

Finally, on the third turn of his key in the ignition, the small car that continually burned oil and left the scent of poverty in its wake, started. Yes, Clive needed to find something he could make money doing. Being that he had no education or talents, he would have to make his imagined fortune in illegal activities, but that was okay with him.

He punched the button on his phone and answered Luke’s call. “I’m headed over there now. I’ll be there. I’m on the road now. Well, I don’t think it’s necessary to threaten me. Yes, I have her address. I’ll see you in fifteen minutes.”

Tiny clicked the phone off he had been holding up to Luke’s ear as he talked to Clive. They wanted to get these two together and get this shit straight tonight so Tiny had made him call Clive to catch him before he tampered with Talon’s bike. Dauntless MC didn’t take it lightly when a hit was put out on a brother even if it was a joke of a wannabe hit man doing the supposed job. He eyed the man they had bound and seated against the wall as he talked.

“For a man who is as educated as you are, you’re a stupid motherfucker. What in the world would lead you to believe we would let you get away with killing one of our brothers?”

“Please, I love her. I just wanted her to stay away from him.” He nodded his head towards Talon. He never saw Talon’s fist headed in his direction, not until it crashed down into his nose. Blood flew through the air as his head swung in the opposite direction of the blow.

By now, Talon had lifted him up by a handful of hair and was growling. The expression on his face looked like that of a rabid dog. “You love her? You love her?” he repeated, unable to believe this man had the audacity, or the nerve, to say something like that in front of him. Talon turned in Grace’s direction as she started to speak but the look of death on his face scared her back into silence. “Do you have feelings for him? Is there something the two of you need to tell me?”

“Talon, I had no idea he felt like this. Please, please, I’m begging you. Don’t kill him.”

“Are you worried about me messing up your house, babe? I’ll admit that’s a definite possibility right now. There’s nothing I’d love more than to paint the walls with his blood by giving him a good old fashioned beat down.” He talked to her but never took his eyes from his victim.

“Baby, please, I’m begging you. He’s harmless.” A knock at the door brought them all out of the moment. Tiny made his way over to let Derrick and Justine in.

“Damn, you guys are pushing it. You almost didn’t beat the big bad
hit man
who’s coming to kill Talon.” The room erupted in laughter but Talon still had his eyes glued to the man who had been stupid enough to tell him he was in love with his woman. Not smart—not smart at all.

Derrick made his way over to Luke, who was still two inches off the ground from Talon holding him up by his hair. “You are a dumbass, dude.”

“Oh, you have no idea. He just had the nerve to tell me he’s in love with my old lady.” Talon said.

Derrick shook his head, “Dumber than I thought.”

“Please don’t kill me. Please, I’ll do anything.”

Derrick spoke again but this time he directed it towards Tiny. “Tiny, we could use this guy in the future. You’re talking about having two lawyers and two ICE agents working for the club.”

Tiny said nothing and just stood there, scratching his full beard and thinking. Even Talon was waiting for the club president’s verdict.

“Hey boys, we got company,” Scooter revealed, peering through the blinds. Talon dropped the bloodied lawyer on the floor at the news of company. “This is going to be fun,” Scooter said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“I’ve never known you to be so sadistic,” Derrick chided.

“You’re rubbing off on me.”

Derrick blew on the fingertips of one of his hands and then rubbed them on his shirt as if he was shining them. “Yes, I’m very good at what I do. Aren’t I, honey?” he asked Justine.

“Yes, my love, you are. You managed to convert me from my vanilla ways.”

“Let’s get this party started,” Scooter smiled, opening the door and jerking Clive in.

Grace just kept looking around, hoping there wouldn’t be any charges or bloodstains and glad the room was big enough to hold the motley crew.

“He did it,” Clive screamed out, pointing at the lawyer who was now slumped down on the floor and wondering if his nose was broken.

“I thought you were supposed to be some badass hit man, you pussy motherfucker!” Talon’s fist crashed down on Clive’s nose as Tiny yelled in the background, “Ah fuck, now that is going to hurt. Unlike the pussy over here who hired you,” he pointed at Luke, “I heard your nose break, Mr. Supposed Hit Man.” The men erupted in laughter.

Clive crumbled down onto the floor, crying and holding his nose, “Yep, Tiny, you nailed it. He’s a pussy with a broken nose.” Scooter confirmed.

“Damn it, Talon, you got blood on my carpet.” Grace muttered as she made way to the kitchen to get something to clean it up before it set in.

“Seriously, babe?” Talon yelled after her.

She made her way back in with one hand on her hip and spray carpet cleaner in her other. “The carpet is white, the furniture is white leather, and, yes, I’m dead serious.”

Tiny and Scooter burst out laughing at which point she rolled her eyes at them and got down on the floor, attempting to clean up the blood before it set in.

Talon eyed Tiny with a serious look on his face. “Derrick’s right. Two lawyers and two ICE agents would give us a lot more power against rival clubs. This worthless motherfucker though,” he pointed towards Clive, “we don’t need him.”

“Please don’t kill me. I swear, I won’t say anything,” Clive sobbed.

Tiny made his way over, grabbed Clive by the throat, and picked him up. “If you ever utter a word about this, or come anywhere near this house, my club, or any of its members, I’ll cram your head in the fucking gas tank on that piece of junk car of yours and light a match.”

Clive looked puzzled, like he was trying to figure out if Tiny could really achieve that impossibility.

“You really are a dumbass,” Scooter stated, shaking his head as he eyed Clive.

Tiny made his way over to the door, still carrying Clive by the throat, and threw him out the door. “Get the fuck out of here!”

He didn’t have to tell Clive twice. He was in his jalopy of a car and trying to get it started by the time Tiny turned around and shut the door.

“Now, back to you,” Tiny addressed Luke. He never took his eyes off of Luke but he addressed his next question to Talon. “Are you okay with keeping this pussy alive, Talon?”

Talon glared at Luke, “That depends. Are you willing to get over this
torch
you’re carrying for my woman?”

“I swear. I’ll stay away from her unless it’s work related.”

“You better, and you better not breathe a word about any of this to anybody.”

“I swear. My lips are sealed.”

“They better be or you’ll be eating through a straw after you have to have your jaw wired shut,” Talon threatened.

Grace breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t ready to witness the death of her partner at the law firm but, even more than that, she didn’t want to lose the man she loved to a prison term.