Blood and Honor (18 page)

He was close, and the feeling made her euphoric.

I’m going to make him cum in my mouth.

The naughty narrative in her head sent her over the edge and she gasped as she came, hard, his cock lodged deep. Dax hissed and she felt his entire body tense. His balls tightened against her neck and she felt them pull in tight just before a hot blast of liquid jetted down her throat.

It was enough to make her come a second time.

Rhee pulled off of him with a moan and rested her sweaty cheek against his muscular thigh.

Jesus.
That was hot.

She peeped out from under the blanket to find Dax’s intense gaze fixed on her.

“Did you come?” he whispered hoarsely.

“Twice,” she admitted.

“You came twice from sucking me off?” came an incredulous whisper.

“You’ve never let me do that until you…came. I guess I liked it,” she blushed.

“Well, shit.” Dax grinned, looking like the happiest man in the whole fucking world.

Rhee untangled herself from the man’s legs and the blanket, which now smelled of sex. “Shower?”

He sighed and stretched his long legs. “Yeah. You first. I’ll stay here in case she wakes up. I don’t want her to wonder where she is.”

“That’s sweet.”

Dax gave her a funny look, which she interpreted to mean that he was anything but sweet.

“Oh, but you are,” Rhee said wickedly, allowing the tip of her tongue to trace the side of her mouth, as if she were still tasting the essence of him.

“You’re asking for trouble, stowaway,” Dax warned, in a tone that suggested he wasn’t entirely joking.

Stowaway again.
Uh oh.

“Not okay with you showing up here without me knowing, Rhiannon.”

Full name now.
Yikes.

“And bringing my daughter here.”

Well, he was relaxed and happy for two minutes, anyway. Now, his own speech seemed to be firing him up. Dax leaned forward in the chair, his blue eyes turning steely and gray like they did when he was pissed.

“And for bringing fucking Trish here. Jesus, Rhee, how the hell do you manage to attract all of this shit?”

Now, she bristled. “Excuse me, my lord and master,” Rhee retorted, her whisper a sharp staccato that reverberated around the small room. He narrowed his eyes at her in a way that told her she was treading on very thin ice. “
She
showed up at the house looking for
you
. I wasn’t going to turn her away. Not after hearing her story.”

The look in Dax’s eyes changed in an instant, the way that same thin veil of ice melted when the first rays of sun hit it. Dax Jamison was a very deep and very troubled body of water. “Fuck.”

He had that intense look about him again. It was a look she had almost forgotten. Whatever the island climate had washed away was re-forming before her eyes: the brooding gaze, the steely outer shell. Rhee found that she didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

We have to get out of here,
she thought to herself as she headed to the bathroom, leaving Dax to his turbulent thoughts.

Being back here wasn’t like coming home at all. There were no warm fuzzy feelings, no gleeful laughter, not even the slightest sensation of comfort.

No, to the contrary, Rhee was watching Dax lose his way.

Wince was the one who had texted Dax and caused all of this turmoil. He certainly wouldn’t betray any club confidences, but he could give her some clues and she would figure out the rest on her own. Wince didn’t stand a chance. Rhee knew a tried and true way to make the man talk.

Beer and horseshoes.

Chapter Forty

How am I supposed to do this?
Mickey wondered.
And what the hell am I supposed to say?

“Your new donor is a child molester.”

Sure, that sounded really fucking plausible. The man was a do-gooder in the community for shit’s sake.

“Oh, and by the way, I killed our mother.”

Mickey’s breath began to come in short pants even though she was currently seated on a wooden bench. She was in a public park—one that was off the beaten path, but it was close to one of the bigger MC compounds. The place wasn’t hard to locate. Mickey knew that her scrambled nerves wouldn’t allow her to just waltz into the place, but that was where Rhee was…she hoped.

How was she going to explain the truth? What Rhee thought was bad enough: that Paul had committed the unthinkable. The truth was so much more degrading—her stepfather had sold her virtue to a disgusting old man who made her call him, “Daddy.”

A camera flashed as a man took a picture of his young daughter feeding the ducks, and just like that, Mickey was thrust into another world—a world where she was a helpless victim and there was no one to save her. The memories swirled as she clutched her backpack to her chest. Red lights, hideous grunts and moans, her own shrill screams….

Not now.
I can’t pass out on a public bench…

“Wink!” Across the small duck pond, the child’s jubilant voice pierced Mickey’s flashback, puncturing her memories like a balloon.

A little girl ran towards a man in a leather cut and Mickey watched as he swung her up into his arms. The vest reminded her of Dizzy’s—the man was obviously in a crew. Plus, there was something about this man…what was it? He drew her attention in a way that had never happened before. What was she picking up on here?

She studied the man the way she always did when an older man and a child were together—with suspicion. He was tall, but he wasn’t a giant. His dark hair was cropped close to his head. His voice was playful and melodic, but it was his smile that held Mickey transfixed a moment longer than was appropriate. The guy had the megawatt grin of a movie star. His easy laugh drew her attention and held it—maybe because the man’s behavior seemed to be in such contrast to the leather cut he wore and the tattoo she could see snaking its way up his arm. She had to look away, knowing that it wouldn’t be good to be caught staring at an outlaw biker, but she couldn’t.

As if on cue, the man’s head swiveled in her direction.

Mickey had long since mastered the art of being inconspicuous, but the way this man glanced her way made her feel like he saw her, the real her, all the way down to her dirty, tainted soul. She shuddered, tearing her gaze away. Her heart was pounding and there was a roaring in her ears that signaled a panic attack was barreling towards her like a freight train. She had to move.

Now.

The little girl shrieked as a large duck waddled towards her. Mickey was grateful for the unintended distraction. The moment the man turned his head, she slipped into the trees. Mickey felt the bite of her own nails in her palms as she clenched her fists. The sting re-focused her attention just long enough for the roaring to recede and her pulse to slow a bit. She took several gulps of cool air and pulled her hoodie low over her face.

How was she ever going to get to Rhee?

Chapter Forty-One

“It goes deep, deeper than you know.”

Hawk’s voice, even though he was speaking in low tones, carried to Slade’s ears anyway. It was late at night, and Slade had taken to doing two rounds instead of one. He did the first one at midnight on the dot, like he was expected to. He made sure to tromp heavily around the compound during first rounds. About three hours later, after everyone else was either getting fucked or well past fucked up, he slipped out the back and made his way silently to the edge of the property.

After a few days, he came across Hawk having another one of his secret conversations. Slade couldn’t get close enough to record the conversation but he wanted proof.

“Look, I told you, I can get you what you want, but it’s gonna take some time. Well, you’ve waited this long. I don’t give a fuck about your statute bullshit. I said I’d do it, but it’s gonna be on my fuckin’ timeline!”

A few seconds later, a rock zinged by Slade’s face and slammed into the fence a few feet away.

Shit. This was bad. Really bad.

***

“What the
fuck
are you doing?”

Wince jumped about a foot into the air. “Jesus, man! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Dax grabbed him by the neck of his shirt. From the look on his VP’s face, Wince knew that he was about to sustain another broken nose.

“Dax! It’s not what you think, brother.”

Dax glared at the computer screen. “What the fuck am I supposed to think, Wince? You got a thing for little girls?”

Wince paled. “Fuck, no!”

He just wanted to confirm what he had found before he brought it to Dax’s attention. An advanced search of Rhee’s stepfather led to more sealed files. Turned out the guy was using an alias—he had changed his name after he got out of juvie. There was more. The alias was connected to a bunch of online uploads and shared files. Videos. Of young girls. After a few hours of serious hacking, he was able to access the anchor site and when the images came onto the screen, he nearly threw up in his mouth.

Darling Dolls.

The girls on the screen couldn’t be more than twelve years old. On the homepage, they were pictured alone—some in their underwear and some nude. The videos in the member’s area showed these same girls with men. Older men. Men who were like, fifty. Wince swallowed the bile that churned in his gut as he realized it wasn’t just this one site. There were over thirty of them.

Westlake Dolls.

Dover Dolls.

Palmdale Dolls.

He had taken a bunch of screen shots and was in the process of filing them into a folder on his desktop when Dax burst in.

“Wince, you have about two seconds before I send both you and that fuckin’ computer straight to hell.”

“Calm down, Dax. It’s about Mickey.”

“What the fuck do you mean,
this
is about Mickey?”

Wince sighed. “I’ve been digging into the stepfather. It’s worse than I thought.”

Dax couldn’t seem to look at the computer screen. “Is she…on there?”

“I’m not sure. These girls look younger. But some of these sites have been around for years.”

Dax’s fist slammed down onto the table making the computer bounce.

“Hey, man. Don’t break my shit. It took me a long ass time to get into this site.”

Dax turned and stalked several paces away. “Fuck, Wince. Kiddie porn? Are you sure the stepfather’s dead?”

Wince recognized that look. The look in Dax’s eyes was murderous. Yeah, the man was seeing red, and he wanted to pound the shit out of something—or someone.

“The guy’s in the ground,” he confirmed.

“I feel like digging that motherfucker up and putting a few bullets in him anyway.”

“Well, since we can’t make dear old stepdad any deader than he already is, I was working on the IP addresses of the other fucks who access this site. Could be that will lead us to Mickey. And if it doesn’t…”

Dax cut him off. “It will lead us to someone who deserves to have their dick chopped off and handed to them. What do you need from me, Wince?”

“Time, man. A couple of days.”

“You got it. I’ll keep you clear of any other business.”

“Thanks.” Wince said grimly. His work was cut out for him.

“I need to either puke or fuckin’ hit something, man. I’m gonna go a few rounds with one of the grunts.”

Wince nodded absently, already immersed back into his mission. “Hey, brother, have one of those stalker sluts bring me some more coffee.”

It was going to be a long few days, but Wince knew that he was on the right track. This kiddy porn thing was huge. Malone was connected to it, and sadly, so was Mickey. Someone, somewhere, knew where Rhee’s sister was-and he was going to find him.

Dax was going to torture and kill the man—and there was no doubt in Wince’s mind that the bastard’s punishment would more than fit his crimes.

Chapter Forty-Two

The beer and horseshoes scheme hadn’t panned out. Wince was holed up in the compound. He had made himself totally inaccessible and Rhee couldn’t help but feel a little jilted. As if it wasn’t bad enough to have Dax preoccupied, something was obviously bothering Wince now too. With the two of them acting like assholes the last two days, Rhee was cranky as hell and she was having a hard time disguising it.

I’m nine days late now.
Why the fuck are all of these tests negative?

The uncertainty was really starting to weigh on her. She was tired, irritable, and she felt swollen all over. Her breasts were so sensitive she was actually glad Dax had club business to attend to because the thought of anything touching her made her want to scream. Rhee glanced at Sirena, who was chattering away to a stuffed version of cookie monster as she made plate after plate of play-doh “cookies” to feed him.

“You still hungry, Cookie Monsta?” Sirena inquired of her inanimate blue playmate. “Oh, yes, me hungry!” she answered for the toy.

Does she need a sibling?
She’s talking to a stuffed animal!

The ramifications of having another child loomed huge and scary in Rhee’s mind. She hadn’t exactly told Dax the whole truth surrounding the circumstances of Sirena’s birth. Rhee had been just shy of thirty-four weeks pregnant when things started to go wrong. She was on bed rest for another three weeks but then she had suffered a placental abruption. Rhee had nearly bled out and it took months for her to recover.

It was one thing to have a near death experience as single girl, but the risks were far greater now that she was a mother.

I have everything to lose.

The doctors had cautioned Rhee that she now had a higher chance of a problematic pregnancy. Unconsciously, she placed her hand over her belly, trying to decide if there was any joy beneath the anxiety she was currently experiencing. The familiar stirrings of panic began to hum in her veins and she had to force herself to relax. Stress wasn’t good. Rhee took some deep breaths until the jitters faded.

Of course I’ll be happy if I am…I just need to know!