Shady: MC Romance (6 page)

She didn’t hear the knock on the door, nor did she hear the door being opened she was so focused on the words. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she thought about the day Francesca truly died, when everything was taken from her, so she jumped when the music shut off and rolled over glaring at whoever was in her room.
Fuck
, she thought,
it had to be him.
He wasn’t going to get this piece of her, no one was. She glared at Slider as she watched him grin and then lean on her desk like he had every right to walk right into her room without permission. Even if the door wouldn't lock because Harmony had broken it.
Fucker
, she was not giving him the satisfaction of yelling at him. Her gaze slid to the other man who was watching her intently. Shady shook her head in their direction.

Without a word, she rolled off the bed, went into the bathroom, and locked the door. Looking in the mirror she frowned, she had been crying and didn’t feel the tears, how weird was that. Grabbing a towel, she washed her face and then grabbed clean clothes from the shelf she had in there. She didn’t care if they fucking saw her at her worst; they barged into her room without permission. Taking a deep breath now that she had clothes on, Shady walked out of the door frowning and stood at the entrance with her arms folded.

“What the fuck do you want?”

The air was filled with tension, she couldn’t tell who it was coming from, both men were frozen and staring at her. She looked down and frowned, had she put on dirty clothes? When she saw what she had actually grabbed to wear, she wanted to groan. Her jeans were slit up the front in small cuts, they were worn and showed a lot of leg, and then the shirt was the one she wore when she wanted to get laid, it was all lace except for the strategically placed pieces of material over her nipples.
Damn it
.

Chapter Five

Cajun leaned against the wall and looked at the gorgeous woman before him. She had no clue how beautiful she was, he could tell when she rolled her eyes and shook her head when she saw that they were staring at her tits. Shit, he ached to cross the room and find out if they were as perfect as what he thought. The only thing that stopped him was the tired and exhausted look on her face. The silence in the room was stifling; he wasn’t used to this, normally anything with emotion he avoided like the fuckin' plaque.

“What the fuck, Slider?” Shay asked into the tension-filled room.

His best friend shifted, grinned, and then said, “We were assigned as your guards. Wanted to introduce you to the other shadow. Ryan ‘Cajun’ Dubois meet Shady.”

Shady’s eyes narrowed and he wanted to laugh, she was going to blow. He put his hand out, and smiled at her, “Nice to meet ya.”

With a snort, Shady took his hand and shook it. He felt the zing of awareness when their skin touched and so did she because she pulled her hand back quickly and her frown deepened.

“Yeah, you too. But your assignment is short lived. Creed and Fork have another thing coming if they think they are putting me on a fuckin' leash,” she said.

“Babe,” Slider laughed and Shady almost turned purple at the endearment. “You are going to do exactly what they tell you to or we are gonna lock your ass in a fucking room and throw away the key. You were shot.”

Shady laughed loudly and then stared at both of them with a serious expression. “Yeah I know. I was there. You know better than to think I am going to do anything you tell me. I have shit to do, and a life to live. No one is going to be following me around shadowing my every move.”

“Yeah well, suck it up 'cause that is what is going to happen,” Slider said and stood. “Cajun here has the first shift, I am going to go get our stuff and get moved in.”

“What do you mean your stuff? You never bring anything here,” Shady asked.

“Babe, things are gonna change around here. Cajun and I are done being Nomads, we are settling here for good. Stuff is being delivered later this week. Cajun, keep your phone handy and I will keep in touch. If you need me, call. And we will be talking later about the whole being shot thing,” Slider said and then walked out of the room without a backwards glance.

Cajun knew what he was doing, giving him a chance to get to know Shady without any of their shit bleeding over quite yet. Slider gave him a brief rundown on the way over about everything he knew about Shady, which truthfully wasn’t much. His friend had actually been embarrassed when he realized he didn’t know much about her. Only surface shit, hell, he admitted he had never actually been out to dinner with her, had no idea what kind of food she ate.

Shady walked over to her desk, plopped down in the chair, and turned her back as if to ignore him. It gave him a moment to actually look around and get the lay of the land. Her room was decorated in red, and one of the largest bedrooms he had ever seen. It had not only the bed, but a small office space in the corner, and also a small sitting area with a TV in the other corner from the office. The walls were white with one wall where the beds headboard was situated that was red. It was interesting, the comforter on her bed matched the wall but was a mix between red and white swirls. The huge pillows, he almost wanted to touch to see if they were as soft as what they looked like, were held in white and red pillowcases. There was only one picture on the wall; it was of a bike that was set against the mountains. Under the picture, which was almost the width of the wall, was the word Beauty, which the damn thing was, and the bike was a work of art. He wondered if it was something she found online. It had to cost a mint, the detail was amazing, and the bike was just plain hot.

“Don’t look at my shit,” Shady grumbled and he grinned.

He ignored her and began to wander around the room slowly; he could tell by the noise she made he was irritating her. But then, he didn’t care. He went to the closet and looked in. It was fucking huge, damn, the whole room probably took up half the floor. He stared at the walls for a second and then realized it was two rooms together. Because through the closet was a private bath. Damn, he thought this was the Pres’s house and Shady was just staying with them, but apparently, he was wrong.

“So how does this work?” Cajun grumbled.

Shady sighed and turned toward him and said, “What?”

“Well, I thought you all lived in the clubhouse,” Cajun commented with a shrug.

“We did, then the guys claimed their old ladies, and suddenly they wanted privacy. So they decided to use the houses we had for visitors and build more as well.” Shady shrugged.

“So you are waiting for your house?” Cajun asked.

“Nope, Creed, Fork, and Harmony asked me to move in here. They said the house was too big with so many bedrooms. They have the floor above for their rooms, this is my floor and then the main floor we share,” Shady said.

“What about when you are claimed?” Cajun asked with a frown. “I mean there are three rooms on this floor, this one and two others plus a bathroom.”

“Don’t know, and really don’t care, I am not going to be claimed so it's not a problem,” Shady said and turned back to her computer and worked again dismissing him. With a grin, Cajun walked and planted his ass on the side of the desk.

“Really? I thought all chicks want to be claimed,” Cajun asked with a laugh.

Shady turned to glare at him, “I don’t need any fucking male to know who I am.”

“Huh,” Cajun teased. “I thought chicks like that shit. You know, having a man to take care of.”

Shady’s face went red and her eyes stormy, he wondered if she knew how appealing that made her. “Yeah, well you are fucking wrong, I do not need anyone with a dick hanging telling me how the fuck I should live my life. I make my own decisions and I deal with my own shit.”

“Doesn’t seem like you are doing a good job of that, babe,” Cajun drawled.

“What the fuck are you talking about, you don’t know me, and you don’t know the situation. If I wanted to, I could finish this shit in the blink of an eye. But killing my fuckhead stepbrother is not going to be the only one we have to kill. Trust me, nothing, and I mean nothing, will change if he is gone, it will only get worse. Dom is the only son of my stepfucktard and he will hunt until the end of time for anyone who hurts his baby boy. They have some grand plan that when my stepfuck retires, he will turn over everything to his only son, and he wants me right by his side. Which is why he hasn’t retired yet.”

“Why is he so fucking hot and bothered about that. I mean there are a bunch of women who would probably love to be in that position,” Cajun asked and saw Shady close her eyes at the question. He knew there was something more to the story, and he wasn’t sure if she was going to answer. When she finally spoke, he knew it was not the whole truth, but at least it was something.

“Because it is me. I was the one who escaped and left the family, and to my stepfather, that was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. He doesn’t handle losing well. And me leaving and not going along with his plan, is to him like a loss.” Shady shrugged and Cajun looked at her, yeah there was more to the story but she wasn’t ready to tell.

“Okay,” he said and then stood and looked around. “What is on the schedule for today?”

“I gotta work in a few hours, and I have to drop off my bike at the garage in town. Maxi is going to check the carburetors, she was sputtering earlier,” Shady said gruffly and Cajun nodded.

“Cool, what better detail than to sit at a strip club and guard the hottest dancer there,” he teased and Shady snorted.

“Whatever,” she said. “I am gonna get a shower and then we can go.”

Cajun grinned because he actually saw a tinge of red on the tough-as-nails woman when she realized he would be seeing her strip. Hell, his dick got hard at the thought of seeing her strip, it was gonna be a long evening.

Shady got up and started to go to the bathroom, “Leave the door open.”

She froze, turned, and glared at him. “I am fucking safe in my own bathroom.”

“Well, there is a big window in there and a sniper could get a bead on you,” Cajun said and Shady rolled her eyes.

“Curtains,” she growled.

“Heat sensors,” was all he said. The shower wouldn’t allow them to get an exact location because it would put off heat. However, he didn’t want to take that chance just in case.

Shady glared and stomped into the bathroom but left the door open. Cajun looked out the window, which was on the same side as the window in the bathroom. He didn’t know what he expected to see, maybe the flask of a scope or something, but there was nothing. He heard the shower turn on and he almost groaned at the thought of her being in the next room naked.

The pull he felt toward her got stronger the more time he spent with her. He didn’t know what to make of it. He had no idea what to do with the foreign emotion. Scanning the landscape for a threat, he allowed himself to go to the one place he really didn’t want to go. His time in captivity.

It was supposed to be a normal mission, in and out, saving the day because that is what he and his unit did. They extracted people who needed it without any muss or fuss. Right, in the entire time he was in the Middle East doing his thing with the military, rarely had their missions gone exactly like they planned. Usually it was something minor that was thrown into the mix, a civilian or an insurgent in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever, most of the time they maneuvered and adapted as they went but this mission was a complete FUBAR.

Cajun grimaced as he thought about the men who lost their lives because of the ambush they walked into. Creed and Fork hadn’t been his leaders during this mission; he had been pulled into another team to help for just one mission. It should have been obvious from the first contact with the woman they were supposed to be extracting that she had been a ruse. They should have aborted the mission when they walked into the building.

Of course, it hadn’t been that simple, aborting would have cost so many more lives, and it was only because the guy who was brave enough to throw himself at the man who planned to blow them all up was fast. He had killed the insurgent quickly but the man had backup, lots of backup. A firefight ensued and Cajun and two other men were taken hostage.

During the time in captivity, they had fucked with his head. The men who he knew well enough to actually know their names had been murdered as an example of how serious the insurgents were. They tried to break him, and they almost succeeded.

He could still hear the begging of the many women they brought in to him. They forced them to do things to him they obviously didn’t want to do and all the while they laughed.

One particular woman stood out, she cried the entire time they ordered her to undress him. Then they ordered her to wash him with bleach and a brillo pad, it had been excruciatingly painful. The small cuts that filled with bleach stung, but he had only stared at the wall. When she was done, and tiny spots of blood covered his body, they had her try to give him a hand job, like he could even get hard when he was in pain. But they made her try for over three hours, and during that time, Cajun had fought his body. In the end though, he had cum, and as he was still pumping his seed onto the dirty concrete floor, they shot her in the head and laughed.

There were more women and in the end, the women were killed right in front of him to show him how they were in control of every aspect of his life. The fed him when they wanted, let him piss when they wanted him to, and yes that meant a painful contraption was placed on his cock preventing him from pissing when he had the urge. They offered to let him go if he would make a video renouncing his country. He refused and they fucked with his head major. Most of what they made the women do he couldn’t even think about. He could still sometimes feel the pain he endured during the ‘sessions’ as the captures liked to call it.

When he returned from overseas, Cajun never thought he would be able to fuck a woman again. Every time he even thought about it, he would get sick. Then he asked Slider for help, it had been the fucking hardest thing he had ever done, embarrassing. But Slider had understood and so they struck a bargain, one Cajun thanked God for every day.