Elena
The next thing I knew three weeks had passed by, and it was Monday morning, three minutes before 10:00. I’d learned a few things about Skulls Renegade. I’m good at sneaking around, so sneak, I did.
It didn’t take long for Reed to take me to the clubhouse. I’d been staying there the past few nights. One time with Reed turned into two, and two turned into ten, and here I am now. There were a few minutes in the day where I was left alone. Between the sneaking and the chatting with the ladies, I’d learned a bit.
There was a shipment of women coming in, and Daisy told me that it’s not what I would think. Apparently, Skulls Renegade would buy women from traffickers and give them new lives. They didn’t force them into prostitution. They built lives for them. They saved them from a worse fate.
My phone rang, the caller ID stating it was Kris.
“Hey, Mamacita!” Kris didn’t respond to me. “Everything’s going great if that’s why you’re calling.”
“Is it, really?” Kris growled, not taking to my cheery attitude at all. “How great is it going? Or is it great because you’re sleeping with your target?”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re in a pissy mood,” I replied tartly.
“Damn straight, Elena! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“It’s given me an in, so don’t get shitty until I tell you what I know.”
“Spill.” I knew Kristie would cave after I had a story to tell. She always did. That was the whole point of my assignment.
“Your informant is blowing bubbles out their ass,” I began dramatically. “They don’t put women into prostitution. They save them from it. Skulls purchases the women from traffickers. They give them new identities, money, resources to start their lives over.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“Afraid not.”
“How do you know this?” Kristie was hooked now, and I felt a small bit triumphant.
“I’m good, that’s how. I’ll call you in a couple of days.” I disconnected the call, clearing the history from the cell. I didn’t want any more lectures about my choices now.
I knew it wasn’t normal that I was sleeping with my target. Hell, I didn’t even know if any of my comrades had ever slept with their targets. I probably wasn’t the first, but I felt at least a little guilty.
I felt guilty because I knew what I was there to do: to take down this club. Although, given the information that I had, it may not have had to happen. If they really were helping these women, then the bureau should let them and not take away the small percentage of good just for a tally mark on the board.
I’d worked with too many members of the bureau that were like that, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be one of them. If I found the proof that they were helping women, I wouldn’t stay on the assignment. It’s wrong to help bring down an MC that’s trying to help people. Especially when so many others only aim to destroy everything.
I’ve had my fair share of destruction by another MC.
“Siren!” Reed popped out from his adjoining bathroom. We didn’t do much besides having sex, eat and sleep. I was okay with that, though.
“Buttercup,” I toyed with him, a small smirk came across my face.
Reed flew out of the bathroom doorway, pinning me down on the bed. “Come shower with me,” he growled. He nuzzled his head into my neck, biting softly.
“Are you trying to tell me I stink?” I had to make the guy work for it occasionally, right?
He removed his mouth from my neck, coming right on my face, and he stared me right in my eyes. “No. You smell lovely. Like vanilla and orgasms.” I tried not to burst out laughing at his assessment. It was kind of cute for a macho MC prez.
“Vanilla and orgasms? That must be nice.”
“You have no idea.” He growled again, sounding like a wolf about to attack prey. He pressed his lips down onto mine. He slid his arms under my thighs, repositioning himself, so his hands were cupping my ass. He lifted me into the air, walking us towards the bathroom. While his dominance was admittedly sexy, I had my anxieties.
“Wait!” I screeched, Reed’s seen me naked plenty of times, but not under completely fluorescent lighting.
“What’s going on?” Reed asked, his gaze was concerning.
“I have scars,” I blurted it out without thinking about it. It was probably my biggest insecurity and my biggest reminder about the past I was always running from. “I don’t think you’ve been able to see them, but you will.”
“I don’t care about scars.” He said he didn’t, but he would. Once he saw them, he would have to ask me about it.
Reed slid me onto the ground once I was steady, he yanked off my top. “Where are they?”
“My back” I whispered, not even knowing why I felt the need to do so. I’m not particularly ashamed of my past. My past made me who I am. I’m proud of the woman that I am today. I just hate that I had to go through it.
Reed took hold of my shoulders and turned me around, his hand traced along the scar between my shoulder blades. It went all the way down to the bottom of my back.
And that was just the first one.
He found the others, they were a bit smaller, but he did the same thing. Tracing his fingers down the length of them. I had small scars on my inner arm, but nothing like the ones on my back. Reed surprised me, kissing all my scars.
He turned me back around, his hand going to my jaw. His eyes weren’t open; he breathed through his nostrils. Finally, when he opened them, I saw the water in his eyes. “Reed.” I grazed my hand over his jaw; he was hurt by this. “It’s okay, I’m fine,” I told him, I would reassure him until he believed me.
I am okay. I am fine.
It took me years to admit that to myself. After someone who is supposed to love you does something like that? Literally, stabs you in the back? It took me a long time to be okay.
“Who did that to you?” He growled it out, his arms pulling me close, he held me against him.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s in my past, and I’m over it.” It was a mantra that ran through my head every day. I also repeated it to Rich, though his concern had been quite different than Reed’s.
“Elena, you fucking tell me who did that to you.” I yanked away from Reed.
“It doesn’t matter because if I ever see him again, I will kill him.” It was a promise. The one I intend on keeping. “I’m serious Reed.”
I took a breath, gathering my thoughts. Thinking of what I wanted to tell Reed as his…what was I? His girlfriend? And then there’s what I could tell him, as an active agent for the FBI.
Screw the FBI. I hadn’t held a promise to them in the whole time I’d been on the assignment anyway.
“That’s what this tattoo means.” Reed pointed to the tattoo on my hip bone. It read ‘Forget what hurt you, but never forget what it taught you.'
I nodded, walking into the bathroom into scorching heat. “Are you coming Buttercup?” I yelled over the strong sounds of the jets, and he popped in behind me.
“I hate when you call me that.”
“Lies!” I laughed as he scooped me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his torso. His cock was at the entrance of my heated center. “I love where this is going.”
He smiled, thrusting into me completely, filling me up. “I thought you would.”
I gripped his shoulders as he slammed into me; it wasn’t a nice, love making. It was down, dirty fucking; one thing Reed and I were great at. Any sort of sex with Reed was great, but this was heaven.
I felt myself getting close, so I gripped Reed’s shoulders, digging my nails into his back. “You’re so sexy when you claw at me,” Reed grumbled, biting the bottom of my neck. He pulled out, slamming into me again and again.
“Oh my god – Oh – Reed, -yes – Oh,” I screamed, my orgasm shooting through me like electricity. Reed released too, slowing his thrusts. He held me in his arms as the aftershocks came to a halt. He slid out of me, helping me stand. “Can you walk after that?” he joked.
“Of course, you’re not a sex god.” I wasn’t sure if I meant that or not.
“Wanna bet?” He scooped me back into his arms, picking back up where we’d just left off.