Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica) (7 page)

Tyson shook his head, "No, no, no. There's no threat. We don't work that way. We have encountered problems in the past with accidents having nothing to do with our clients happening to people who didn't want to work with us. That's a worry for our clients. They are law abiding people and their reputations were stained with suspicion after those accidents happened."

"Again, nicely said. Nothing there you could be arrested for. Tell me what kind of accidents happened to those unfortunate people who wouldn't cooperate."

Tyson dripped sincerity and innocence, "I'm reluctant to do that because you'll form a link between the accident and my clients if one of them happened to you or someone you care about, but they involved fire or gas explosions. Unfortunately, some individuals were caught in these incidents and killed." He shook his head, "Most unfortunate."

Isaac thought for a moment before answering, "I wish I were more skilled at acting. Or lying. Either one. I would agree and work behind your back to bring you..." He stopped. "... excuse me. To bring your clients to justice. I'm not good enough so I'll just tell you that we won't be taking your money. And, just so we're clear, we won't be committing any extra manpower to Iconus either."

Isaac stood up and Tyson followed him to the door. As Tyson opened the door, Isaac put a hand on his chest and stopped him. Tyson was a bit surprised by this invasion of his personal space. He looked down at Isaac's hand.

"Did your clients have anything to do with a string of brothels just over the border?"

Tyson kept his professional demeanor, "The incident with the kidnapped sisters? No. There's no profit in slavery. The profile is too high. Too much publicity. Bad for business."

Isaac removed his hand. Tyson went past him and through the door to the outside. On his way to his rented car, he shook his head.

Chapter
Eight: A Very Big Shipment

Ten years earlier, Larry Wilkins had built a frame house on land across from the clubhouse. He should have stuck to Certified Public Accounting, a trade he handled nicely. The city condemned his house as unsafe after the floor gave way during a meeting of the Daughters of the American Revolution. The house stood vacant for a decade. Earlier in the week, a man named "Jones" bought the house and had the utilities turned back on.

A non-descript man of average looks and build turned on the gas at the junction outside the house then checked the stove inside. Once he was satisfied that explosive gas was flowing well, he turned the gas off. He came back inside and unhooked the gas line to the stove. As he walked outside, he dropped a package on the floor of the living room. The package had a small box and several long, red tubes that looked like road flares.

He saw Mr. Tyson shake his head and drive off. The non-descript man left the house and yard. Three hours later, he dialed a number on his cell phone and waited. Once the connection was broken, he threw the phone in the trash and walked off.

The blast included dynamite as well as the natural gas filling the house. It spread the Wilkins house over four acres of land. Small pieces, no bigger than a man's hand, fell on the clubhouse and the parking lot.

The arson investigator found no evidence of tampering because there was nothing left that could be used as evidence. The blast was so powerful that everything in the house, down to the foundation, was reduced to small pieces.

***

Chica showed up to the Econo Motel, room 256, at three in the afternoon. A man inside the room welcomed her and invited her to sit at the small table in the room. He didn't look like Chica thought he would. He wasn't bad looking and dressed well. He wore the summertime uniform in Arizona of a cowboy shirt and jeans. He had brown eyes and black hair cut short. He said, "You can keep your clothes on."

Chica replied, "Thank you. That's not what I expected."

He was completely at ease. He spoke in a conversational tone without stress, "That was just to get you here. We want your cooperation on a business venture we're going to start in your county. Let me show you what will happen to you if you fail to work with us."

He opened a laptop and turned it so Chica could see the screen. He spoke into his cell phone, "Thirty seconds." He pointed to the screen. It was divided into three parts. He indicated the left side of the screen with a pencil. He tapped the screen.

"This is the man you enjoyed spending time with last week." On the screen, John sat on a lawn chair in back of his apartment, drinking lemonade, and reading a book. He said, "I want you to look at the wall behind him. Look a foot above his head."

As Chica watched, a hole appeared in the wall. She stared. She knew what it was. She saw that John didn't notice. He raised his head as if he'd heard something far off that might have been a gunshot, but he went back to his reading.

The man pointed to the middle part of the screen. It showed Isaac outside the clubhouse. He was watering flowers in a small garden. The man pointed to the wooden sign above the door. He indicated an area in the upper left hand corner. A few seconds later a black hole appeared in the sign. Isaac raised his head much as John had.

The man said, "Finally, Look at the last window." An older woman rocked back and forth on a rocking chair in front of an assisted living center in Tempe. The man said, "Do we need to shoot at something to get our point across? We will kill the man you love, your best friend, and your mother if you don't do what we say. It's that simple." He closed the laptop, "We'll be in touch."

He left the room. Chica started trembling just as she had when she got the thumb drive and the note.

***

Isaac called a meeting of a group of informal, volunteer police officers. Most were members of the club, some were unaffiliated, all were active or former military or law enforcement.

He began by recounting his meeting with the Mr. Tyson, "We have virtually nothing to go on. We don't know when they'll be doing whatever it is that they're going to do. Or where. I don't believe Iconus is the target. They must have known that I might turn down their offer. I can't imagine Iconus is the actual target." He paused.

"We only have one clue; the ten thousand dollars a month. That indicates a big operation. The fact that they've hired a law firm and that law firm appears to be an ongoing part of their operation means that they're well established. I believe they've done this in the past. You've all dealt with criminals all your working careers. These may be better organized, but they're still criminals. Any ideas?"

Pete Townsend, one of the members of the club and a former Army MP, said, "We don't have anything to work on from the front end. This Tyson gave us nothing. Let's go to the back end and try to predict what they're going to do. Maybe we can work up some things to look out for."

Isaac said, "Good thinking, Pete. I agree. Anybody else?"

A man with gray hair and wearing a cowboy hat raised his hand. His voice was firm despite his obvious age, "It's got to be something with a lot of money. I'd say drugs. That's where the money is these days. If not drugs, then human trafficking."

Isaac nodded, "I think that's right. I don't think it's going to be mules in rental cars with a couple of hundred pounds of coke or weed or a car full of illegal immigrants from Mexico. The offer of ten grand a month means tons of drugs or boatloads of people."

A woman named Isobel Gonzalez raised her hand, offering her thoughts, "That's it. That's the key. They want to bring a really big shipment of something illegal through our county. We have to figure out where they're going to bring it and how. There's only a few ways to haul heavy or bulky loads like that."

Isaac said, "It's going to come in the county inside tractor/trailer trucks or on railroad cars."

The older man raised his hand again and asked, "Why did they do this? There's thousands of both kinds of contraband that come and go every week. Why try to hobble law enforcement? That puts us on alert. They're trying to disguise a weakness. Otherwise, they'd just do it and hope we don't find the shipments."

"Right," Isaac added. "there must be an easy way to spot the shipments which means it must take up a lot of room."

The older man added, "Or smell real bad."

Isaac nodded, "Alright, let's do this. Everyone list those means of transport in your areas that could bring in something really big or really smelly. Send it to me and I'll make sure everyone gets the information."

***

That night, Isaac came up behind Jada as she did the dishes. He kissed her neck. She enjoyed the kiss and kissed him on the mouth when he finished.

"Men always do that. When women have their hands in dishwater, they decide to be loving and nice. Why do they choose that moment?"

Isaac put his arms around her. "It's because you're at a disadvantage. You don't want to make a mess so you keep your hands in the sink. We can get away with more."

Jada said, "I like it when you try to get away with things."

Isaac stepped behind her and lifted her skirt all the way up. Jada's eyes opened. "What are you doing behind my back?"

"Something we'll both enjoy."

"Wait until I dry my hands so I can help out."

He slipped his hand inside her panties and explored her butt and said, "Maybe I don't want that. Maybe I want your hands to be unavailable."

She grabbed a hand towel, dried her hands, and replied, "I know how we can do the same thing." She stepped quickly to the wall beside the sink and raised her hands over her head.

"If you hold both my hands in one of yours, I'll be helpless. You can do anything you want to me, and I can't stop you."

Isaac held both of her hands and kissed her slowly. He looked in her eyes, "The question is 'what do I want to do to you'. That's interesting. We don't cooperate. You're captured and must endure whatever I want to do to your body."

Jada nodded, "We've never done that. What did you have in mind?"

"Watch."

He could only use one hand, but that was all he needed. He kept his right hand outside of her clothes. He held his hand half an inch away from her left breast. She looked down at it and up and him. He wrapped his hand around her breast and squeezed. He said, "If I've got you helpless, and I can do what I want, I shouldn't do the things I always do. Maybe I need to add a little firmness to my lovemaking."

She said, "How would..." She broke off because Isaac moved his hand up to her pert nipple and gave it a powerful pinch. He stayed just this side of causing her pain. She opened her mouth and her eyes and said, "Ohhh. Ohhh." He kept doing it. Her legs began to twitch and twist. He changed plump breasts and did the other nipple. She began to sweat and said, "We're wearing too many clothes. We need to get on the bed."

He shook his head, "I like these clothes, and I like it here." He dropped his hand between her legs and cupped her mound. He lifted his hand into her body. Her skirt bunched between her legs. He forced his finger into the cleft that held her little bud and sawed his finger back and forth. She gasped and groaned.

At the same time, he reached down with his mouth and took her sensitive left bud in between his teeth and gently bit. He watched her face as best he could and increased the force of his bite, little by little. When he'd reached the last point where it was stimulating and not painful. He moved his lower jaw back and forth, twisting the taut pebble.

Jada had no control. She was helpless under his hands and mouth. She squirmed without knowing what she wanted. She had to let him decide how far to push her. He'd already gone past what she'd allowed in the past. Her clothes made it worse. It was new and her sensations were isolated. When they were naked, she felt everything over her entire body. This way, the feelings came from small areas on her body.

Isaac made sure both nipples were erect inside her bra. He slipped his hand inside her panties and put his rough skin on her tender, responsive skin. He applied the same unusual force as his finger assaulted her most sensitive spot.

She banged her hips into the wall trying to avoid his finger and twisted her chest one way then the other. She wanted her breasts and ripe, receptive nipples to escape his marauding teeth and her most sensitive spot to be free from his finger. Or maybe she didn't. It didn't matter. He was going to do what he wanted. He chased her down time after time. Finally, she couldn't run anymore and stayed still. She let him do what he wanted.

She felt his hand doing something with the front of his pants, and then a long, straight rod as hard as an axe handle poked her belly.

He gathered up her skirt all the way to her waist and let go of her hands. She dropped them to his shoulders. He slid both hands under her thighs and lifted her up. Her legs rose and she wrapped them around his waist. She felt his fingers on the slick, wet, heat between her legs. They invaded her private tunnel and stroked her hard. She cried out.

She realized that he'd taken his finger out of her soft emptiness and was holding her panties to one side.

He moved his hand around her back and suddenly and forcefully slammed her into his hard belly. He held her against him with such force that she couldn't breathe unless he let her. She gasped. His hard, male shaft pierced her expanding softness.

Suddenly, he dropped her down on his cock. She took all eight inches of his proud erection inside her body at once. She threw her head back and groaned. It hurt, and she liked the pain.

He stood in the middle of the room with his hands under her rump and lifted her up until he had almost left her body. He dropped her again. The head of his cock hit the back wall of her tunnel. She jumped then settled down. He waited a few seconds then did it again. He sped up. Soon he was lifting her and letting her drop every few seconds.

She could have saved herself. Her legs had leverage around his waist. She could have pulled herself up with her arms, but she didn't want to. This big man wanted her to feel him invade her body. She had to give in to his desires. He loved her, and she was his to do with as he would.

She wanted to let him take control of their frantic thrusting, and did for five minutes. He'd churned her secret center with such ferocity that it took over her will. She used the leverage of her legs and her arms around his neck to raise her own body and jam it down on his hard cock. She lost her ability to control her movements. Her hips rocked back and forth in a frenzied attempt to please him.

At the same time, her legs raised and lowered her body, making him piston inside her. Her tunnel burned with her need for him. The fire spread through her hips then her whole body.

She erupted in the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. She pulled her upper body away from his chest, her back arching. Her legs jumped on his body and twitched without reason or rhythm. Her eyes fled into the back of her head, and she grunted. She'd never grunted as loud as she did then. She struggled to breathe. She managed to say, "Grind yourself into me." The next word came out a yell, "Please!"

Isaac pushed her into the wall. His hand left her rump and held the crest of her hips. He pushed down on her hips and up with his cock.

Jada moaned and rumbled low in her chest. She growled, "Oh that's it. Don't stop"