2014 – Santana
“It’s going to be okay,” Ash says as I throw some clothes into a suitcase.
“They’re after her, too. They’re going to get to her before us and . . .”
“Hey,” she says, taking my shoulders and turning me towards her. With a soft expression, she whispers, “Trust in Maddox. He’s going to make sure she gets home.”
“He’s not God,” I say in a shaky tone. “If they get there before us, they’re going to take her, and do God knows what else.”
“They might not have left yet. We could be in for a head start.”
“Maybe,” I say, staring at the faded red shirt in my hands. “God, if something happens to her before I can get to her . . .”
“You’re thinking too far ahead. For her sake you need to stop doing that, honey. It won’t help anything. You can’t change what happens, but you can change how you think about it. Be positive; she needs that from you.”
I nod, swallowing back the tears threatening to escape. “Thank you for helping me pack, I needed a break from the drama.”
She waves a hand. “Always.”
We hug once more.
“Ready to go?”
We both turn to see Maddox and Krypt at the door. Maddox is dressed all in black, his long hair pulled away from his face allowing me the full, perfect view of his chiseled jaw and the way it shapes his gorgeous face. I nod softly, throwing the shirt into the suitcase and zipping it.
Maddox comes in, lifting my luggage while his other hand finds my chin. He tilts my face up, his blue eyes intense. “It’s goin’ to be okay.”
“I know,” I whisper, even though I don’t really believe it.
“There’s still a good amount of activity at the Tinmens’ compound, which means there’s a good chance they haven’t left. We’re goin’ to get her back, I promise you that.”
I nod. It’s all I can do. He leans down, pressing a hard kiss to my lips before letting me go and turning towards the door.
“Let’s do this.”
Yes, let’s.
~*~*~*~
The plane is actually quite nice. It’s older, but the inside is clean and tidy. It has one row of seats along the left side, and on the right are some beverage and refreshment carts, as well as blankets, pillows and other such comforts. The toilet is right up the back, and is typical for the plane’s tiny size.
We didn’t take a whole lot of bikers, being that the plane only carries ten people. That made it difficult to take anymore than that. Maddox took his finest, though. His finest being himself, Krypt, Mack, Ryhder, Tyke, Austin, Grimm and Zaid.
I’m not entirely sure why he brought Tyke, being that he can only stand for so long before needing to sit from the pain. My guess is that he doesn’t like to leave him out, and that Tyke is one of his closest friends. Plus, he’d make a good watch, and the man is killer with a gun—probably better than most of the club members.
“What’s the plan when we get in, boss?” Krypt asks.
“We’ve got an address. Not sure if it’s still his, but it’s worth a shot. We tracked it down from the business and went from there. He lives outta town, so it makes sense that it’d be the place.”
“How are we goin’ to go in?”
Maddox has a glint in his eye when he answers. “We’re goin’ to go up to the door and ask for the girl, gauge his reaction. Best case scenario, he hands her over. Worst, he has a fuck-load of people that will put up a fight. That’s why we’re takin’ a whole lot of weapons.”
“That’s so dangerous,” I say.
Maddox reaches over, taking my hand and squeezing it. “No other choice. A surprise attack is the best we’ve got.”
“What if . . .” I hesitate. “What if I went in and pretended I was lost . . . I could see if she was there first.”
“No fuckin’ way,” Maddox growls. “I’ve sent you in as a plant before; didn’t like how it ended.”
“It was fine,” I protest.
He flashes me a wild glare. “You were hurt, and it fuckin’ scared you. Not happenin’.”
“You could get her killed,” I say, my voice firm. “If you go in and just demand her, he might make a call that will end her. Then what?”
Maddox leans in close. “You need to trust me, Santana.”
“You’ve hardly made that easy.”
He flinches, and everyone else stares at the walls as if they’ve suddenly changed color. Maddox gives me such a pained expression my heart explodes as he stands and disappears to the small space at the back of the plane. I sigh, dropping my head into my hands. God, I don’t mean to be such a brat. I’m scared for my sister. If this goes wrong . . .
God.
I push to my feet, avoiding the stares as I head down the hall. A hand lashes out as I near, and I stare down to see Mack is holding onto my arm. His expression is firm, but gentle. “Be careful about the words you use in there, Santana. He’s tryin’ the best he can to get that girl back.”
“I know that, Chief,” I whisper. “I know.”
He gives me a sympathetic look, and then surprises me by standing and wrapping his arms around me. I fold into him, sighing and forcing down the wall of tears building up.
“We’re all goin’ to do the best we can, chante. Don’t doubt that.”
“I don’t,” I whisper. “I’m just scared and being a brat. I’m sorry.”
“Not me you need to say that to,” he murmurs, letting me go and staring down at me with those piercing brown eyes.
“I know.”
I give him a weak, but grateful smile before disappearing into the same space Maddox went. I find him standing, staring out the small, oval window. His fists are tight balls beside his body, and his face is a mask of anger, frustration and hurt. I don’t hesitate—I walk over and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my tiny body against his big one.
“I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean that.”
“I don’t know what you fuckin’ mean anymore. If you’re goin’ to punish me for what I did over and fuckin’ over then maybe we’re wastin’ our time here.”
My heart twists.
“No,” I whisper. “No that’s not . . . that’s not . . .”
He turns to me, forcing my arms to drop from his waist. “Isn’t it?”
“No,” I whisper. “If I didn’t have you, Maddox . . . I wouldn’t . . .” I swallow. “I wouldn’t be me.”
His eyes soften, and his hand curls around my chin. “Then stop fuckin’ punishing me. I’m doin’ everything I can.”
“I know,” I say, reaching up on my tiptoes to press my lips to the side of his mouth. “I know, and I love you for it.”
His hand goes out and curls around my waist. “Say that again.”
“I love you.”
His lips come down over mine in a kiss that has my toes curling. It’s all tongues, heated passion and desperation. I press my body to his, feeling the bulge of his cock against my belly. I rub against him, whispering his name as my tongue slides over his bottom lip.
“Fuck, stop, baby,” he growls. “Or I’ll bend you over here and put my cock deep inside your sweet cunt.”
“Do it,” I whimper.
“Can’t,” he grunts. “I’ll make you scream so loud the pilot will crash this fucker, and we’ll never get to where we need to go.”
I lean down, nipping his neck softly. “I have plenty of places to smother my screams.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck me, Maddox. Make it all go away.”
He does.
He jerks my skirt up, pulling my panties aside. Then his big fingers are inside me, thrusting while he uses his other hand to free his cock. My face presses against the window, my pussy clenching with need. Someone could come in any second, and that thought doesn’t do anything but turn me on. God, does it turn me on.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet on my fingers, honey,” Maddox rasps. “So sweet.”
“Hurry,” I plead. “Maddox, hurry.”
He removes his fingers, leaving me bare and cool. That doesn’t last long—soon his cock is inside me, deep and hard. I stretch around him with a whimpered plea. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise and then he’s fucking me from behind, my face still pressed against the glass. He fucks me with a brutal force that has my back arching.
I bite my lip so hard I draw blood. God, it feels so fucking good.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Fuckin’ yes.”
In and out, his cock burns its way into my soul. Just like he’s found his way into my heart. My pussy acknowledges the invasion with excitement, squeezing and clenching around him until I’m forced to bite my arm to stop the desperate scream from leaving my throat. I come so hard around him he’s forced to slow his thrusts because I’m squeezing him so tightly.
“Holy fuck, your cunt is squeezin’ me so tight it fuckin’ won’t let me fuck you harder.”
I mewl at his words, clawing at the wrists that are attached to my hips. He hisses when my nails break his skin, as my orgasm rocks me.
“Baby, I’m goin’ to come. Fuck, yes. Squeeze your little cunt around me again, oh . . . yeah . . . that’s it.”
He explodes inside me with jerky thrusts and angry grunts. He pumps his cock into me until he’s milked every last drop from his body, then he slowly slides out, pulling me back so he can wrap his arms around me. He nuzzles my neck while his fingers run down my belly, swirling through my arousal before lifting it to his lips and sucking.
“We taste fuckin’ good together, honey.”
“Yeah we do.” I smile softly.
“You two done there? I need to fuckin’ piss.”
Krypt’s voice comes from behind the curtain. My cheeks burn and I turn, burying my face in Maddox’s chest. He chuckles softly, while straightening my skirt and pulling up his jeans. He pulls me out, looking over me before yelling out to Krypt. “Yeah, we’re done.”
“Fuckin’ thank God,” Krypt mutters, coming through the curtain. He gives Maddox a wry smile before going into the toilet.
“That was fun,” I murmur, horrified.
Maddox laughs. “Not like he can say he’s never done it.”
Krypt snorts from the toilet. “Not in a small, confined space with fragile ears around.”
“I believe I recently busted you and Ash goin’ at it,” I call out.
He laughs. “Touché.”
Maddox leads me out and past all the smirking faces. Magic, they all heard us.
“Feelin’ better?” Mack grins.
“Bite me, Chief.”
He throws his head back and laughs. Rhyder actually lifts his hand to give me a high five. At my look, he lowers it with a chuckle.
“Someone kill me now.”
Maddox puts a big arm around me with a laugh. “You’re doin’ me proud, honey.”
Oh, I just bet I am.