Sweet Jayne (34 page)

He groans and begins a slow assault on my ass. “Mmmm, that’s my girl. Tell me what you want.” As he thrusts into me with gentle movements, it sends unusual quivers of pleasure racing up my spine. “Like that? Do you like it when I’m in your ass?”

“Yes, I do.”

The pain is intense but the rush of breath coming from him spurs me to take it. I want him coming deep inside of me. I want the poised and put together Donovan Jayne coming apart at the seams—all because of me.

“Fuck!” he grunts. “This is too fucking much, beautiful.”

The foreign sensation within me becomes less about pain and more about pleasure. I focus on the feeling, lose myself to it. Stars glitter in my vision as an orgasm deep within me cuts through me like a sharp knife.

“I’m coming!”

“There!” Logan barks, jerking me from my memory.

His finger is fucking me hard. My memories are laced with what he’s doing and I come with a painful shudder at his hand. “Oh, God!”

“Where the fuck do you go that makes you go from dry to gushing like Niagara Falls? It isn’t here with me, doll.”

I tremble and meet his eyes with a weary stare. “What? Nowhere. I’m here with you.”

He growls, rage contorting his features into something hateful and wicked. “You’re lying again. It’s with Donovan Fucking Jayne. It’s him you run to in your head. Just like it was him you ran to tonight. You playing me, bitch? Did you really think you could sweet talk your way out of that basement and into my life? For fucking what? To escape? That’s bullshit because you’ve had a thousand chances if that was your motive. Why the fuck are you playing me, Nadia?”

When I don’t answer, he rips the patches from my body, causing me to scream. Then, he storms off. I’m sobbing when he returns with a sharp knife.

“Logan…W-what are you doing?”

The psychotic glare in his eyes tells me all I need to know. Instead of answering me, he begins sawing the rope from my ankles. His movements are uncoordinated, causing him to nick me a few times with the knife. Then, he stands so he can cut the rope from my wrists. Once my hands are free, I open and close them several times to get blood circulating. If I have to run, I need my extremities working.

A clicking sound jerks my attention back to him. He dangles the handcuffs in front of me. Before I can even think of escaping from his wicked grasp, he wrangles me into the handcuffs and secures my wrists tightly behind me.

“Logan—”

“NO MORE!” he booms and shoves me toward the bed.

I stumble and land face first on the duvet. His belt jingles behind me and I can hear him unzip his slacks. He’s poised to fuck me from behind. And once again, I retreat inside my head. But just as I close my eyes, his hand is on my jaw.

“Look at me,” he snarls, spit showering my face. His fingers bite into my jawbone and he turns my head to a painful angle to look back at him. “Eyes on me. This is about us, not Donovan Fucking Jayne.”

His eyes are almost black with rage and I’m terrified. With nowhere to mentally run to, I panic.

“No,” I cry out, “Please stop.”

A harsh, bark of a laugh rings out from behind me. “Fuck you.”

With those words, he begins to force himself into my pussy. I scream and squirm but he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way in.

“Watch me fuck you, Nadia,” he hisses. “Watch me.”

Tears spill out and I stare at him as he brutally pounds into me. I’m powerless to stop him. All I can do is look right into his two dark windows into hell, all the while praying for a savior. But my savior isn’t coming. I pushed him away and told him I had it handled. And now, I can’t even close my eyes and go to him. The burning inside of me from Logan’s rape is too much to bear without my Donovan. I pray for him to come soon and end this terror.

“Dios, ayudame,” I murmur.
God help me.

And he does because a moment later, Logan spills his demon seed into me. Luckily for me, on one of my random pardons from his prison, I made sure to protect myself with a birth control implant. I’ll never birth one of Logan’s children. Ever.

“Now, sleep on the floor. I’m not done punishing you, bitch.”

I shriek when he rolls me off the bed and I land painfully on my shoulder. Rolling onto my stomach, I attempt to bury my face into the carpet to hide from him.

Donovan, my salve.

As my eyes flutter closed, blue silvery ones rush in and envelop me. He does save me. Every single time.

W
hen I pull into the parking lot of the station, I’m alerted to someone standing on the side of the building. Groaning, I climb out of the car and put my hand on my piece as I approach. The last thing I want to do is start the day with bullshit.

I’m still high after a night of fucking a woman who mesmerizes me. This morning, we’d gone back to my place and I’d had sex with her against the shower wall. Despite her previous words, she didn’t seem too enthusiastic to let what we started end with one night. In fact, she seemed all too eager for my monster when I woke up with her lips around it. She promised to visit me for lunch after she ran some errands. Until then, I plan on figuring out what the hell is in Logan’s safe. One way or another.

“That’s a restricted area,” I call out as I walk toward the figure.

The man lets out a puff from a cigarette before tossing it into the grass. When our eyes meet, I frown to see Bart Stokes staring glumly at me.

“Stokes,” I say with a sigh, placing my palms on both hips. “Chief let you go, man. You know you can’t hang around the station all creepy as fuck.”

He grumbles and runs a shaky hand through his greasy hair. The man looks like utter hell. “I’m here to warn you. That asshole’s off his rocker.”

I give him a sympathetic nod. “I get that, man. I think we all get that. And I appreciate it, but I don’t need your warnings. Not worth you taking the risk.”

He takes a step toward me and holds out his hand. I reach out and pluck two bullet casings from his palm. “What’s this?”

“Evidence,” he states plainly.

I cringe. “Okay. Why do you have
‘evidence’
that won’t matter in a court of law anyway? Spoliation of evidence is obstruction of justice. I could arrest you for such a charge. You know that, Stokes.”

“Exactly. Your boss man has been having me do shit for him for the better part of six years. Collecting evidence like this from crime scenes to keep certain local politicians and businessmen out of trouble.” He runs a hand through his greasy hair and scratches his scalp. “And then he just fires me. I do his goddamned dirty work and he lets me go for doing shit he told me to do. He’s the dirty cop, not me. I was just following orders.”

Tensing up, I grit my teeth before speaking. “You have anything to back up these claims? These are hefty accusations—accusations that could land you in prison because of your part in them.”

He scoffs and throws his hands in the air. “You think I give a fuck about that right now? Word on the street is Chief fired me because I checked out his woman. Can you believe that? The actual bogus shit he fired me for isn’t what got back to my wife. No, Sandra hears this stupid rumor about me lusting over some chick and decides to leave me. Took my boy with her. Says I’m a cheating manwhore. I ain’t slept with nobody but her in sixteen years, Ghost. So now I’ve got no job
and
no wife.”

I sigh and pull out my phone. “There’re ways we handle this. Internal Affairs deals with this stuff all the time. I’ll call Mark and—”

“No,” he grumbles and waves me off. “Chief has all his friends in high places. Mark Smart is another one of his fucking minions. This whole town is full of crooked bastards hiding mistresses from their wives, money from the IRS, and crimes from the police department. Logan Baldwin carries the broom. He sweeps it all under the rug. For the longest time, I lifted that rug. Helped him do his dirty work.”

I raise my eyebrows at him. “So what do you want from me?”

“I want a clean cop. I want someone to involve the Feds and bring him down. The motherfucker should go to prison.”

Turning away from him, I stalk to the corner of the building and peek around. Satisfied that nobody is watching or listening, I stride back over to him. “So you want me to bring this information to the Feds? I need substantial proof, Stokes. If he’s dirty like you say, and I honestly believe you, then we need unmitigated evidence against him.”

“We have it,” he says in a triumphant tone. “Storage shed near the airport. He pays rent on the thing. Was always sending me out there. The place is damn near full of all the skeletons he’s been paid to hide. I know this because I was his fucking errand boy.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “We’ll need a warrant and—”

“And who the hell you think you’re getting a warrant from, Lieutenant? Judge Ackerson? The man got a seventeen-year-old girl pregnant. You think he’s going to help you when Chief Baldwin got rid of the statutory rape case filed by her parents? Or hell, maybe you think Judge Miller would get you that warrant. Well, funny thing is, her son Josh should have more DUIs than any normal person and should have gone to prison years ago, but somehow that guy still drives a bus for the school district. His record is clean. Who do you think ‘handles’ Josh’s mishaps?”

“I see your point,” I grumble. “So you have the number to the storage unit? What about a key?”

He lights another cigarette and sucks in a drag. With a smoky exhale, his eyes meet mine. “It’s in his safe. Whenever he needed me to run something out to the unit, I came and got the key. Afterwards, I was to give it back. For my troubles, he always paid me in cash, under the table. It really helped out because with Kenneth playing varsity ball, we could afford to send him to tournaments and on trips. I ain’t dirty like him, Kasper. Just did my job.”

Of course Logan would have someone doing his deeds for him but also kept a careful eye on the fact it was secure.

“I’ll get in his safe. But he always locks up before he leaves. I’ll need you to distract him so I can get in there. If I go through all this trouble and there is no key or storage unit, I’ll have one of the unis bring you in for falsely accusing an officer of the law.”

He takes another drag of his cigarette and hands me a sticky note with a number written on it. “The key’s there man and here’s the unit number.”

“Fine. I’ll get it today.”

Stokes flings yet another burning cigarette into the grass before stalking off toward the back of the building. When he’s out of sight, I stomp both of the butts out and head inside.

Lena regards me with raised brows when I pass by her desk. “Chief is on a tirade today. Did you hear someone set his Tahoe on fire last night? He’s like a raging bull. I’d steer clear of him if I were you, Ghost.”

Rolling my eyes, I say, “I can handle myself.”

I make my way straight to his office. When I enter his doorway, I stealthily cram the sticky note into the latch catch of the door and lean against it to hide my evidence. “Any leads on the perp?”

Logan’s rage-filled eyes meet mine and he grumbles. “Security footage conveniently lapsed during that time. Fucking bastards. I know Donovan had something to do with this shit. I’ll get to the bottom of it.”

My body is tense but I try to school my features. I’d put an entire magazine of bullets in his skull before I even let him breathe in Amethyst’s direction.