I roll my shoulders and clear my throat, not liking the shit I have to voice but he needs to know. “Donald has a submissive called Pierre. He’s also been Val’s personal assistant for a long time now, and she occasionally scenes with him. She gets him riled up so Donald can take over and finish the job.”
Deeds rubs his fingers over the scruff of his jaw. “That’s pretty interesting.”
“He’s been getting on my nerves the last few weeks but Val lessened his time, so he hasn’t been around as much.”
“If I remember correctly, nothing much popped up when we ran Pierre’s background. You telling me this? I’m thinking it’s safe to say this guy needs another check too.” Deeds takes out his phone and holds it up. “Want me to call you and let you in on the action if we do find info we can link to everything?”
My interest skyrockets. “Fuck, yeah! Is it allowed?”
Deeds chuckles. “We can pretty much make our own rules, and with this shit? What the two of you went through? Only my brother, Broke, along with our sons Archer and Wyatt, and I have seen this shit before we destroyed everything and made sure nothing is left to ever blow back on you guys. So, damn sure I’m giving you the option to be in on retaliation. And for fuck’s sake, how are the two of you still sane and together?”
“We were been ripped apart for years due to this shit,” I admit. “We were thrown back together when we ran into Hoffa’s blackmailing activities. I got ahold of the stuff he had on Val and destroyed it. At the same time Hoffa pumped three bullets in me. She hasn’t left my side since. We were solid before they kidnapped and tortured us. We’re working damn hard to move forward together now.”
“We’re closing this shit and locking it in the past for good. This shit might have ripped you apart but it also threw you two back together again. Don’t let it ruin what you have, man. From what Zerox told me you two suffered enough living like you did apart from one another. Give me your number ’cause like I said, you’re in, okay?”
I give him a grateful nod and rattle off my number. I walk him out to his bike and thank him again for handling everything and allowing me to be in on it as well. And what he said about me and Val is right, and something I came to deal with too; I won’t let our past ruin our future.
Chapter Six
Valentina
She’s touching him. Dana’s vicious fingers are touching his skin while her knife slices through his lower belly. Blood slips through her fingers, dripping onto his dick while she moans. The fucking bitch moans while Shaw’s face consorts with pain and disgust.
I want to rip Dana apart, kill her with my bare hands and cut off her fingers one by one. I hate her, and I hate Logan—the man standing in front of me—who is laughing at what she’s doing. I’m fully ignoring the way his hand is cupping my breast and pinching my nipple.
I never want to be touched by any man ever again when this is all over. I probably won’t look at sex the way I used to. If we manage to survive that is, because Shaw is losing a lot of blood. Logan jerks off while he’s touching me and observing my Shaw who is being molested and mutilated all at once. Logan lets go of my breast to fondle his own balls.
I give another pull at my restraints and finally the tape holding my wrists together above my head pulls free. I’ve been through this so many times in my head while trying to get my hands free that I instantly jump into action.
The magnitude of my anger fuels me as I snatch the knife off the table from my right—that’s filled with torture devices—and swing my arm from left to right in a fluid motion to cut the man’s throat before he can do so much as utter a single word. He’s still holding his dick and balls when he falls to his knees, faceplanting into the floor the next instant.
Lunging forward I turn all my anger at the woman. She jumps at me, but I feel my knife plunging into her flesh over and over. My incoherent growls and screams flood my ears and in this moment there’s only red in my vision and everything needs to drown in it, as do I with the taste of blood on my tongue. I feel like I can’t breathe and when my eyes land on Shaw my heart stops along with it.
He’s slumped over in the chair he’s taped to.
“Shaw!” I scream with the little strength my body still holds, but there’s no response. “Shaw,” I try again, my voice filled with the same amount of pain that’s stabbing through my heart.
“I’m right here, gorgeous, wake up. Come on, Val. Come back to me.” Shaw’s voice sounds tortured, ripping me out of the nightmare I was caught up in.
“You’re okay,” I gasp. “You’re here. I’m here.”
“Old memories are haunting you, baby,” Shaw says and drags me into his arms. “But those can’t hurt us anymore. We’re here, that shit is in the past and we’re moving forward, aren’t we?”
There is no hesitation in his grip as he pulls me tighter against his body. His voice is firm and determined, as is the look in his eyes.
Turning my head slightly, I bring our lips closer and whisper in agreement, “We are,” and connect our lips.
I’m dead set to shake the cold brought on by the tarnished memories we share and replace it with the heat that ignites as soon as we melt into a passionate kiss. Our tongues collide and there’s a slight fight for dominance but for the first time in years, I allow myself to fully surrender and place my heart in Shaw’s hands.
And those same hands slide over my skin and I know our first time together after years needs to be different. I don’t want to have my eyes closed and I certainly don’t want hands roaming with the both of us having issues with touching.
I pull back and break our kiss. Shaw’s face shows confusion but as soon as I take off the large shirt I was sleeping in and tug at his boxers, he follows my initiative to get naked. I straddle him and lace our fingers together to place our joined hands on each side of his face. There’s desire laced with love and a truckload of other raw emotions boiling behind the windows of his soul.
“Are you sure?” There’s a hint of vulnerability shimmering through his voice.
“You’re mine,” I fiercely tell him and feel his hot, hard length pressing against my pussy.
There’s a slow smile spreading his face. “I totally am, gorgeous. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Oh, the challenge behind the huskiness in his voice is sparking lust to drive me wild. Wild with the need to connect, claim, set free and take what’s mine.
“I’m going to make you feel just how I treat what belongs to me. But—”
Shaw closes his eyes and hisses from the way my pussy sucks in the tip of his dick. The explosion of butterflies going havoc inside my belly only stimulates me to continue.
“Look at me, Shaw,” I snap, making his eyes flash open and lock with mine. “Don’t you dare glance away.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he croons, shifting his hips to slide his dick deeper inside me.
Tightening the muscles of my pussy, I still above him and click my tongue. “Already taking an inch or two yourself?”
The smug smile on his face along with the words, “An inch or two? Darling, are you trying to insult my cock? Because the way you leisurely impale yourself and the feel of your tight pussy gripping me in a vise lets me know you’re struggling to take my big cock.”