“What the fuck is this?” I ask aloud. It’s a rhetorical question. I’m shocked and pissed.
“That’s not the worst part, Blayze.” Tiny clicks a tab and another image fills the screen. One I know immediately. Danyella, my baby sister who’s been missing for six months.
My ears ring and rage boils my blood looking at my little sister’s image. She’s scared and confused. The once vibrant smile and sparkle in her familiar green eyes are gone. I’m going to tear apart the Bloody Scorpions and rip each member limb from limb. I will rip their dicks off and shove them up their asses for fucking with my family. Their blood will be on my hands and I’ll enjoy every minute of it.
“Blayze?” I hear Monica, but her sweet gentle voice is so far away. “Blayze!” Monica shouts.
I look in the direction her voice came from, but I’m so blinded by rage, I don’t actually see her. I’m looking past her. Clicking of boots on the hardwood flooring and small, warm hands rub my arms. Monica’s voice breaks through the ringing in my ears. I turn my head; tears are in my eyes. Monica opens her arms and I go into them. She runs her hands through my hair, soothing my tortured soul. Trying to bring me back to reality.
“Shh. It’ll be OK, Blayze. We’ll figure out a way to get her back. I promise you.” Monica’s voice cracks. This is hard for all of us. Danyella and Monica were as close as sisters. I need to pull my shit together and go at this with a level head. I straighten my spine and look around the room. Capone, Bear, Red, Tiny and the girl are watching me, waiting for me to go on a rampage. The girl looks scared as fuck. Does she have any information?
“She doesn’t,” Monica answers my unspoken question. She sighs, “I know your train of thought, Blayze. Daisy doesn’t know where Danyella is. The only thing she knows is one day they were together and the next, she was gone. She hasn’t seen Danyella in almost a week.”
“A week? She’s been missing for six fucking months!” I try to rein in the anger in my voice, but it’s useless.
Monica doesn’t even bat an eye at my outburst. Daisy jumps. “I know. But let’s look at it this way. She went missing six months ago, but Daisy saw her a week ago. They’ve been inseparable for the last five months.” Monica rests her palms on my face, making me hear her. “She has been with Danyella for five months. We finally have a lead. And to top it off, we know ass fuck and some dick named Drew are working together. Once we find their connection, we can move forward.”
“Blayze, we need to take this to the table. Church in an hour.” Capone speaks up for the first time since I found this information out. Capone and Danyella were close too. She has that way about her where everyone gravitates toward her.
“Be right behind you, Prez.” I nod my head. “I just need a minute to wrap my head around this.”
“I’ll stay with him, Capone. Can you take Daisy to the clubhouse? Put her in my room and keep her safe, please.” I put my arm around Monica’s shoulders. She doesn’t leave my side. I’m so thankful for that.
“Consider it done. Bear, Daisy can ride with you.” Capone orders. Daisy’s trembling again from head to toe. Monica leaves the warmth of my arm and walks to her. They say something back and forth and finally Daisy nods her head and wipes the tears away. She straightens her spine and follows my brothers out of the studio. They keep her between them all, protecting her.
Once the door closes behind them, Monica turns her face upward toward me. Her gentle brown eyes are full of compassion. “I’m so sorry, Xander. I was hoping this wasn’t true, but it is. Now, we need to get to the club and make a plan. We can’t go in there half-cocked and get Danyella and possibly ourselves killed.”
“I know, Bug. I know. I’m so pissed thinking she’s been here hidden from me for the past six months. Someone out there knows something.” I grind my teeth to stop myself from flying off the handle.
“And we will figure out who.” Monica places her hands on my cheeks, keeping me grounded. “Once we find her, you’ll have free rein to do what you do; inflict as much pain and suffering on them as you can.”
“I love the way your mind works.” I lean down, closing the space between our lips. I wrap an arm around Monica’s waist and pull her against me. Her soft curves ignite an inferno throughout my body. I kiss and nip up the column of her throat. The moan escaping her mouth turns my cock rock solid. I need to forget for just a little while. I need her body to help erase the image of my baby sister being held captive. I need Monica’s sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, milking me for all I have. I need to be grounded and this woman is the only one who can control my tortured soul.
“Do it, Xander. Take my body the way you need it.” The lust dripping from her voice fuels me on.
I pick Monica up so she can wrap her legs around my waist and carry her toward her bedroom. Her lips are everywhere, peppering my face, ears and throat with kisses. She’s grinding down on my cock with force.
“Unlock the door.” My voice is husky with need.
Monica pulls her lips off my neck and I set her feet on the floor. She turns around so her plump ass is against my aching cock. I keep her against me, trailing my hands underneath her t-shirt, cupping her tits. They fill my hands perfectly. She squirms under my grasp, but I don’t stop. I lick and suck the side of her neck, driving her insane. If she doesn’t unlock her door in three seconds, I will take her against the wall.
Monica fumbles with the keys to unlock her door, but she finally gets it. Once the door swings open, I lead us into the bedroom. She’s still in front of me with her back against my chest. I yank her t-shirt up over her head and dump it on the floor. Monica unbuttons her jeans. I trail one hand inside of her jeans, past her panties and cup her warm, wet pussy while the other is still caressing her tit. Monica moans as my fingers play with her clit, driving her insane.
“Fuck, Xander.” Monica pants. She bucks her hips into my hand, her juices soaking my fingers. She’s ready for me. Monica brings an arm up behind us and grips the back of my head, running her fingernails through my hair. I continue to tease her clit with my fingers and kiss the side of her neck. She’s panting, moaning and gripping my hair with force.
I remove my hand and yank her jeans down her legs. She steps out of them and turns toward me. Removing my cut, she carefully places it on the dresser. It’s a huge turn on, Monica respecting the cut and patch. By the time she comes back to me, I’ve already removed my t-shirt and jeans. Monica stands in front of me and drops to her knees. She pulls my boxers down and my cock springs free from its confinement.
Monica wraps her hand around the base of my cock and strokes it with enough pressure to bring all the blood rushing through my body to my groin. My eyes roll back in my head and a growl escapes my lips. Monica giggles before her lips descend onto my aching dick. Once she wraps her plump lips around the head of my cock, I lose all rational thought. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth sucking me until the head of my cock touches the back of her throat makes my mind spin. It’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I grab her head and buck my hips, fucking her mouth the way I want to fuck her pussy.
Monica gags and moans while I fuck her face. I open my eyes and stare down at her. She looks up at me through dark lashes while my cock slides in and out of her mouth covered with her spit. Her right hand has made its way into her panties and she’s fingering herself as she sucks me off. Her fingers pick up the pace as her mouth sucks me harder. I don’t want her getting off on her fingers when I have the tools to bring her so far over the edge, she won’t be able to think straight.