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“What’s that?”
“A nice steamy shower when we get home.”
“Mmm. That does sound good.”
Shit. He loved all the little noises she made. When she hummed like that, it got his dick hard. She always made that same sound while she was sucking his cock. Yeah, he’d get her home and into the shower. He’d go down on her, then he’d get her on her knees to suck him off, only he’d stop her before she could make him come so he could spin her around and fuck her from behind.
Yeah, that sounded like an amazing plan.
* * *
While the womenwere enjoying themselves at a baby shower for Calliope, the men were all congregating at their cabin in the mountains. Lance, Jackson and Maverick all stayed behind to provide security in the event that the Phantom Furies decided they wanted to take the club out at the knees by taking out their women.
With what Jacob Jacobson had pulled with Liza and Bellamy and the Phantom Furies attack on Dillon, Race wasn’t taking any chances. If anything were to happen to their women, the club would be going scorched Earth on everyone. It would continue until no one was left standing.
After weeks of trying and near misses at capturing a Phantom, Darren and Chris had managed to snag one last night and brought him up to their property in the mountains. Like what they’d done with Kurtis Black, they’d brought him around back of the cabin to Hotel Pain. It was a building that looked like it was falling apart from the outside and was half-covered with vines and other vegetation, the inside was just fine. No one who didn’t have a key could get inside and all keys were held by Sons of Redemption brothers.
Race let himself and the others inside. Chris was sitting on an old folding chair next to a work bench against the wall, his hands hanging loosely between his knees as he scowled at their captive. Darren stood at the opposite wall, his hands hanging at his sides, his knuckles, like Chris’s, were busted, evidence that they’d kept the Phantom company throughout the night.
The Phantom was tied to the chair in the center of the room, over a drain. He was Duck-taped to the chair at both wrists, ankles and around his chest. The man wasn’t going anywhere. His face had been worked over and sported a busted lip, one eye completely swollen shut and a ham-sized bruise could be seen along his jaw. That had to have been courtesy of Darren. The man had huge hands. Honestly, Race was surprised to see the man awake.
“Where did you find this guy?” he asked.
“Caught him trying to get into Ink Envy through the back door,” Darren replied.
“Seriously?” Jed asked.
“Yeah. Pissed me the fuck off. We just got the place open and I like how it’s set up.” Chris frowned, arms crossed over his chest.
It pissed Race off, too. They’d put a lot of time and money into that business for Chris. If the Phantom had succeeded, they would have had to start all over again. The club could afford it, but that wasn’t the point.
“What did you hope to accomplish by breaking into our tattoo shop?” Trick asked.
Despite being worked over and tied to a chair, the man tipped his chin defiantly and bared his bloody smile. “Looking to get a tattoo.”
“Funny,” Jed snarked.
Race returned his attention to Darren. “We get anything useful out of him?”
Darren’s mouth was set in a grim line. “No. Not really.” The Phantom’s smile only grew, proud of the fact he hadn’t been broken yet. “Got his phone, though. Thought Tuck’s friend could break into it, check out his texts or GPS tracking history.” The Phantom’s expression blanked at the news his phone might give away his secrets.
Race nodded his head toward Jed, giving him the go ahead to proceed. Seeing the smile that spread across his Enforcer’s face should have had their prisoner shaking in his boots.
Jed ventured toward the workbench set up against the wall and took his time picking up tools, making a big production of deciding whether or not it was what he wanted, then pointed them in the direction of the Phantom as if asking his opinion on which implement to use on him. To the man’s credit, he tightened his jaw and refused to play along. Once Jed finally decided on snips, he removed his cut and hung it on a hook on the wall next to the workbench.
He made his way to the man tied to the chair and held the snips up in front of him, making sure he got a really good look at them. “Now we get to have some fun. Why did you look so surprised that we would know to check your phone? We watch T.V. too, you know.”
“I wasn’t surprised as much as I was resigning myself to the fact that from this point on things are going to get a lot more painful.”
Huh. Honesty.
“What do you say,” Jed pulled the Phantom’s cut so he could read the man’s patch, looking for his name. “Crow. You wanna have some fun?” Jed reached for the man’s hand.
Crow’s already messed up face paled considerably as he desperately tried to keep his hand in a tight fist. Sweat broke out along his brow, sliding from his temple to his cheek. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
“What’s that?” Jed held his hand to his ear indicating he hadn’t quite heard what Crow said.
“Wait! Wait! Wait! I need a favor before you kill me!”
