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Talon

I don’t know why I thought this time would be different. Mom called, and I knew. I knew it was a setup, but that broken little boy inside of me was hoping she finally wanted to repair our relationship. What a fucking joke.

And that woman Logan brought with him… She looked like a fucking hostage. When Logan grabbed her hand, she was shaking. All the Hendricks women are gold digging whores, so she’s not any different. If she hadn’t looked like she was going to cry, I definitely would have held her little ass down and fucked her in front of all of them. God, the way I would make that bitch scream.

“Hey,” Viper greets when I walk into the warehouse. He looks up from his phone and curls his face up. “What did they want?”

“The last bit of the company,” I say. “Logan tried to offer up his fiancée, too.”

“You fuck her?” he asks with a laugh.

“Nah. I’m into making them fight, but she looked terrified. There’s no telling what she’s been told about me. Apparently, they get married next week.”

“Ew. How’d he convince someone to marry him?” Rogue asks. “She ugly?”

“Fuck no. She’s sexy as hell,” I say. “He probably stole her.”

“How sexy we talkin?” Viper asks with an amused look on his face.

“Sexy enough that none of you fuckers are allowed to touch her,” I say. “We ready?”

“We are ready,” Viper laughs. “Let’s get it.”

We go through the warehouse, and I drop down from the bay door to the gravel. We have a massive deal tonight and Torch has been working all day to make sure all the explosives are accounted for. We have been planning this for months now, so I’m joining to make sure everything goes smoothly.

“All set?” I ask.

“Yes, sir,” Torch says. “Just stay away from fire.”

“If not, it’ll make for a great show,” Rogue laughs.

“Viper?” I call.

“I’ll drive,” he says, taking the keys for the truck out of my hand.

“I want everyone to stay close and listen for me. We are transporting a lot of shit right now, so we need to stay vigilant,” I say. “Don’t fuck up and we will all have a good night.”

“Got it, boss.” Torch says.

I get into the truck and just lay my head back. Viper doesn’t say anything because he knows better. I have no interest in opening up about my past. No one cared when I was getting hurt, and no one is going to care now. Why would they? What fucking good does it do to drag all of that up?

About forty-five minutes into our hour long drive, my phone rings for a text. I ignore it, but another comes in right behind it. I sigh and get it out to see who it is. I am blown away to see that Logan is texting me. I am raging mad when I unlock my screen, but then I just get confused.

Logan

It’s a trap. Logan is a rat. -D

Don’t reply.

“Stop,” I say.

“What?” Viper asks. “We are almost there.”

“Viper. Stop the fucking truck,” I shout at him.

“Alright. Alright. Damn, Hawk,” he mutters as he pulls off into an empty lot. I get out and everyone else stops with us.

“Why did we stop?” Torch asks. “Everything okay?”

“No,” I say.

“What’s going on?” Viper asks. I hand my phone to him, and he looks confused. “Why would he send this to you? Who’s a rat?”

“I don’t think it’s him. I think it’s his old lady,” I say. “Her name is Delaney.”

“Think she’s trying to warn you? Anything happen with Logan?” Knox asks.

“I own thirty percent of my father’s company. When he died, I was actually given all of it, but they managed to weasel their way in and take most of it. Now they are trying to take the rest of it, but… Aw damn,” I say. “I threatened to take him to court and take the rest of the company from him.”

“He’s setting you up? How would he have any of that information?” Viper asks.

“I don’t know,” I say. “How about this… Torch… Knox… Viper and I will take your bikes; you guys take the truck back. Don’t take it to the warehouse and don’t tell me where you take it. Torch is the only other one who should know. We’ll meet with Viktor. We will be fine as long as nothing is exchanged, and I don’t mention having an order for them.”

“Gotcha. Take care of yourself,” Torch says.

They all load up and leave, taking the truck with them. I stand and watch the taillight fade away. “What are you thinking?” Viper asks.

“Nothing. Let’s go.”

“Come on, man. I’ve known you since you escaped that hell. Why can’t you—“

“I said let’s go,” I bark at him. “Or go the fuck back to the clubhouse and I’ll handle it alone.”

“Bastard,” he mutters as he gets on the bike. Instead of getting even more pissed off at him, I just get on the bike and tear out of the lot to continue to the meetup.

It’s not a long ride, but I enjoy every fucking second of it. Being able to ride with the wind whipping around me is freeing. I can escape my mind when I am on a bike. I got the love of motorcycles from my dad… fuck, I miss him. I was so young when he passed, but I cherish every fucking memory I have with him. He didn’t deserve to die like that.

Cheryl was a fucking gold digger that wore my father down until he had nothing left to give. She was abusive and manipulative until his very last day. Her story is that he attacked her, and she shot him out of self-defense, but I know better. I know how bad she was to him. No one would ever believe that a man could be the victim of a woman, so he had no one to help him. He was a prisoner in his own home. I remember the day he died. They had been fighting all day and since I was old enough to walk down to the library alone at eleven, Dad sent me away so I could get away from the yelling for a while. Before I left, he hugged me and told me that he loved me, and he always would. I think he knew what was coming and didn’t want me caught up in it. He was protecting me, but I wish I’d died that day too. About two hours later, cops showed up to get me and said Cheryl needed me home. I thought she was just being a cunt, but I walked into the house with the cop to see the medical examiner and a tech loading my father’s dead body onto a gurney. The entire right side of his face was gone, and it broke me. I am positive that Cheryl somehow put them up to allowing me to see his body.

Cheryl married Vince three months later, and that’s when Vince and Logan moved in. That stupid little fucker lived to get me in trouble every chance he got. I stayed locked away with no food far too many times. Why I think Cheryl would ever change is beyond me. I fell for it this time, but there won’t be a next time. Logan finally took shit too far. Question is… How do I get my revenge? I can’t kill him, unfortunately. They would be fucking giddy to throw my ass in jail.

“What’s the plan?” Viper asks as he gets off the bikes and walks toward the bay door.

“We mention nothing about the shipment at all. We are just stopping in to say hello. If Viktor is dirty, he will push it. If he is setup too, he will understand and go along with it. Either way, we are about to have a run in with the cops.”

“Got it,” he says simply.

We pull the bay door open, and Viktor is standing around with his men. He looks over and his eyebrows pinch together. “Evening, Hawk,” he says, confused.

“Hey, man,” I say. “Just thought we’d stop in and say hello,” I remark coolly.

“I thought we were—“

“Yeah, I know we were going to meet up at the bar, but I was on this side of town,” I say, cutting him off before he can mention the shipment. He instantly looks angry, but plays along.

“No problem, man. I think there are some clubs around here we can hit up,” he offers as he shakes my hand. He turns and says something in Russian to his men and they leave without hesitation.

“How’s things been? Haven’t seen much of each other lately,” I lie as I turn my phone so he can see the text. Viktor is a buddy of mine, so I knew he wouldn’t sell me out, but you can never tell these days.

“Not too bad,” he says, shaking his head. He knows enough about Logan to understand. He is one of the very few I have confided in about my past. He has offered to kill him for me about a dozen times, but I haven’t taken him up on his offer. I might have to now.

“What kinda clubs you got around here?” I ask.

“The kind with good-looking women,” he smirks.

“Sold,” I chuckle. “We’ll follow behind you.”

As expected, when we walk out of the bay door, there are two detectives standing by the bikes. They are the same ones who have been trying to get me for years now. The woman will be easy to break. She’s got these ‘fuck me’ eyes that are practically begging for me. Tonight is no exception.

“Looking sexy as always, Detective,” I say to her. I can’t remember her name, not that it’s important. All I care about is how tight her cunt is.

“Talon,” Detective Andrew Heed says with a tight tone.

“Andrew,” I say back. “Don’t touch the bike. It’s a loaner.”

“Where’s the truck, Talon?” he asks.

“What truck?” I ask and then look at Viper. “Do we have a truck?”

“Mmmm… Nope,” Viper says, pretending to think. “A few cars… bikes… No truck.”

“Cut the bullshit, Talon,” the woman detective chides.

“Oh, baby. The only time I need for you to open your mouth is when you get your pretty little ass on your knees to suck my cock,” I say with a mocking tone, shutting her up.

“Do you have to be so damn crude, Talon?” Andrew frowns.

“Is it a crime?” I ask.

“I wish,” she mutters.

“Wish in one hand and shit in the other. Which do you think will fill up faster?” I ask her, taking a few steps closer. Andrew puts his hand on his service weapon, but she calls him off. “Tell me something, Detective… How much did my wonderful stepbrother pay you two to come out here?”

“He didn’t,” she says. “Accepting bribes is—“

“Illegal?” I ask with a smirk. “Pretty sure all of that kiddy porn on your partner’s laptop is illegal too, but he still jerks off to it.”

“I do not have—“ Andrew chimes in.

I snap back harshly, “Shut the fuck up, Andrew. I don’t give a fuck what you do or don’t have. I want to know who sent you here to interrupt my evening with friends?”

“We can’t do that,” she replies firmly but her breath catches when I grab her chin and tilt her head back. I am every bit of six foot seven inches tall and she is maybe five foot five. Clearly, she is touch deprived, or maybe she just sucks at her job. Either way, not my fucking problem. I know how to break a bitch like her.

“You have two choices, Detective.” The softness in my voice stuns her. “You can either tell me or I’ll bend you over that bike and fuck you until you tell me.”

“That’s rape,” she chokes out.

“Is it though?” I ask with a smirk and move my other hand to her belt and slowly unbuckle it until I can slip my hand into her pants.

“Pull that gun out, and they’ll never find your body,” Viper growls from behind me.

I dip my fingers into her pussy, and she is dripping. “Sweet little detective,” I chuckle. “You fucking Andrew?”

“Yes,” she chokes out when I start rubbing her clit in small circles. She spreads her feet apart slightly and Andrew cannot see the lustful look in her eyes right now. She wants this but wouldn’t dare admit it. I’m not into raping women, but I will push the limit until they say no.

I push two fingers inside of her pussy and start curling them to make the “come here” motion. My palm stays rubbing against her clit and her mouth falls slack as her eyes roll back. She has her hands on my wrists and she’s gripping onto me tightly, digging her nails into my skin. “Shh. Come for me, pig. He doesn’t have to know,” I whisper, making sure only she can hear me. She gives me a small nod, but her words don’t match. “Please, Don’t…”

“Don’t what?” I ask as I work her body. She’s trying to keep herself quiet so Andrew won’t realize what’s happening. I move her hand to cover her mouth, and keep talking while she inches closer to release. “You see, Detective, Logan wants something from me. He wants power and I won’t give it to him. Now, he’s using the FBI to go on a witch hunt in hopes of me selling my share of family business. I am just a bar owner who loves motorcycles of all kinds. So… What has he told you about me?”

“N-Nothing,” she moans.

“Oh, come on,” Andrew complains when he hears how close she is.

“Cry me a river, Justin Timberlake. She’s a little busy right now,” Viper chuckles.

“Tell me the truth, Detective. Who knows what’ll happen if you keep lying,” I push deeper. Her thighs are trembling now and she, without a doubt, has come running down her legs right now. Everyone can hear how I’m working her, because she’s so goddamn wet.

“Fuck,” she groans.

“Tell me,” I say with more force behind my words. “Did Logan tell you to come here tonight?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, giving in as she starts to come.

“Atta girl,” I praise when she lets her head fall back and moans as she rocks her hips to milk every bit of her orgasm out of her. “Next time, I won’t just finger fuck you in a parking lot. I’ll bend you over his lap and fuck you unconscious. From now on, you tell me everything. Every tip. Every lead. Everything,” I say.

“Or what?” she pants when I pull my hand out of her pants and use her shirt to wipe her come off myself.

“Or you’ll both be in jail for child porn when they find it all over your personal computers and phones,” I say.

“He doesn’t have anything like that,” she says. “It’s—“

“I know. It’s pictures of your pretty, little pussy and videos of him fucking you,” I say. “If I could get in and find that, what do you think I left behind?”

“That’s blackmail.” She frowns.

“Are you going to arrest me, Detective?”

“You’re only calling me detective because you can’t remember my name, asshole,” she snaps. “It’s Katy.”

“Well, Katy, you know how to reach me. My contact is in your phone now,” I say. “It’s under side piece,”

“Whatever. Fine,” she says. I step back and Andrew rushes to her, thinking it was forced, but it definitely wasn’t. She knows that. I know that. He doesn’t and she won’t ever admit it. I think I like it better when it’s assumed that I will hurt anyone for any reason.

“Nice seeing you two,” I say as I sit on the bike. “Let me know what he says when you let him know that you didn’t get shit on me.”

“We aren’t telling you shit,” Andrew snaps. I narrow my eyes at him and get up. He stands his ground as I walk over, but his eyes go wide when I grab him by the throat and go nose-to-nose with him. His hand moves like he’s going to go for his gun, but he’s more scared than logical.

“Touch that gun and I’ll rip your fucking throat out before a drop of my blood hits the pavement,” I growl. “I own you now, Andrew. It doesn’t matter what you do or how far you go. You fuck me over and you’ll watch me slit her fucking neck and fuck her throat while she drowns on her blood. You understand that, Andrew?”

“Y-Yes,” he forces out.

“Good boy,” I say, releasing him. “Tell Logan that you found no evidence of wrongdoing and you will no longer be investigating his claims.”

“Fine,” he says dismissively.

“Have a good night, Katy,” I say with a wink. “Next time, I’ll bend you over. You’ll love it.”

“Fuck you,” she yells with a shaky voice.

“Soon, baby. Soon,” I wink and sit back on the bike.

“Clubhouse?” Viper asks when Katy and Andrew walk away. I’m pretty sure I just traumatized Katy, but… I don’t give a fuck. They’re both dirty cops and have been from the beginning. All you have to do is give them money and they’ll be your little bitch.

“Mhmm,” I say.

“Want some company?” Viktor asks.

“Would love some, but you might not like how I’m going to handle it,” I say.

“Try me,” he says with a smirk.

Sweet little ‘Laney… Taking her will be my revenge. My stepbrother thinks he’s untouchable, but he has no idea the storm I’m about to unleash.

My little flower is ripe for the picking. She is delicate and soft, like prey begging to be claimed. She is weak now, sure, but under my care, she’ll grow. Thrive. I will give her just enough of what she needs to to bloom, but only on my terms. I will strip away the parts of her that do not serve me, and the shape her into something better. Something that is mine . Love has no place in this. I will take her, marry her, and make her into what she should have been all along. When she finally breaks for me, fully and completely subservient, I will know that I have won.