“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Weston grumbles and takes out his phone, jabs his finger against the screen, and holds it to his ear. “Rowen. Weston here. No. We have no damn clue. Security tape shows she got into May’s car and drove off. Sure. Yeah. Want our help looking? Fine.” He jams his phone back in his pocket as he mutters, “Fucking asshole.”
“Everything okay?” Roper questions.
“Alfie, email the part where she gets in her car and drives off to Rowen,” Weston orders before he directs his attention to Roper. “Yeah. All is good. Rowen said his sister’s a brat who always runs when shit gets hard. She’ll turn up sooner or later.” Weston’s gaze slides over everyone until it lands on me. “And if she does turn up here, we’re going to tie her up and send her home. Understood?”
“Tie her up and bring her home. You got it, Prez,” I tell him in all sincerity, since I’ve already done both…I have her restrained and in my home.
He turns his attention to Roper again and I take this opportunity to slide out of the clubhouse and head for my cabin. Time to see how Kadence is doing. I’m betting she’s pretty pissed because she sure as hell didn’t expect me to keep her gagged, restrained, and hidden in my bunker.
But with her being an unpredictable, headstrong, feisty, dynamite bundle of a woman, I really didn’t have a choice in the matter. She’s a proud one with a load of self-respect. I mean, you have to possess a lot of inner strength to pull through what this woman has endured for the past few weeks.
First, she lost her father, the former president of Deranged Hounds MC. He was murdered by a few of his own men who stole money and property from the club. Then her mother killed herself on the day of her father’s funeral.
And then there’s her brother, Rowen, who fucking gave his own sister to one of his guys to smooth over a dispute within his MC. Using it also as a way to tie Kadence to the club. It’s insane. Degrading. Disrespectful, and in no way tolerable.
It takes a few minutes to get to my cabin. The first thing I have to do is put my horse, Cavier, into the paddock. He needs to stretch his legs. He’s a very stubborn Cremello horse with blue eyes. I saved him when he was two years old. He was in an accident where the trailer he was in crashed. Fear is what I had to soothe out of him.
No one thought he would trust anyone or anything ever again. In my opinion all he needed was a load of patience and understanding. When you take a chance and offer something broken time to heal, you get a solid connection in return. And Cavier has been soothing the restlessness in my veins for years. We fit quite nicely.
It’s the same with Kadence. First time I met her after I heard she became Mayven’s roommate, I was set to threaten the hell out of her to make sure she wouldn’t drag my sister in any MC shit her family was tied to. I quickly became aware she wasn’t as involved with her father’s MC. And she also knew Mayven was tied to one–through me–as well. Though May wasn’t involved with my club either.
Well, she is now. All because my sister came running to me for help the day of Kadence’s father’s funeral. They held a gathering at the clubhouse where Mayven saw Rowen kill the rat who killed his father. She hightailed out of there and ended up here. Ledger, the fucker, fell in love and claimed my sister as his old lady.
Mayven and Kadence being friends–and the only other person she had and trusted–is the reason Kadence headed here when things went to shit for her too. That’s when I had to see her every second of the day to protect my sister and make sure Rowen’s club shit didn’t land on our doorstep. Guess it was inevitable with Kadence being involved.
The young woman heats my skin and she never attempts to hide the lust she has reserved for me. Somehow, I kept my cool every damn day, and walked out on her without burying my cock inside her pussy. But when I discovered the situation her brother put her in? I still wanted to keep her at a distance–away from my cock–while fixing the trouble following her.
I guess I’m done with keeping her at arm’s length since I kidnapped her. She didn’t have a choice; it was either me taking her, or her brother would hand her over to Cannon. And like fuck I was going to let her slip away.
I’m simply going to stop overthinking shit; she’s mine. I know I’m older and she should be with someone her own age, but she tears me up when I’m not around her. As if a match strikes and lands on the fuel inside my veins, lighting an inevitable fire. She’s been burning me up from the moment I laid eyes on her.
I open the stall and slide the halter around Cavier’s head to lead him into the paddock. The corner of my mouth twitches, knowing Kadence is right underneath the paddock. No one knows about the bunker. I built it myself, years ago, along with the cabin.
Therapy. Hard work with the sun on your back; best thing out there. And I have the result to enjoy and be proud of it on a daily basis. I love the home I built for myself. My brothers know not to come here unless there’s a high priority issue. It’s another reason why I am blessed to have this MC at my back; the support and brotherhood.
And of course, the hard work of the ranch along with my love to work with horses. I close the paddock and head inside the cabin. Washing my hands, I head to the bedroom where I stashed a secret hatch underneath the bed which leads to the bunker. I make sure to lock the bedroom door as a precaution, just in case Kadence manages to rush past me when I untie her.
Silence greets me when I step inside. The bunker is a large space with everything in one room. One corner contains a little kitchen setup, another corner is a couch and a table. A bed, along with a bedside table, take yet another corner.
There was a point in my life where I slept here each and every night. To make sure I was locked away from the world. Too much war was still vivid on a loop inside my brain causing the anxiety to overload on a daily basis.
My brothers pulled me through, giving me the work on the ranch needed to drain my body while mindlessly having conversations while we’re at it. Cavier had a lot to do with it too; my therapy horse as I was his therapy person in return. I’m still a little fucked-up in my head, but I can push it to the background.
Kadence is still bound in place and her eyes are spitting fire. Satisfaction roars through my veins. I should stop the smile spreading across my face, but the woman before me lying in my bed is too good to be true. Her explosive character, smart mouth, and banging body have been making me painfully hard for quite some time now.
She’s unlike other women I’ve encountered over the years. Her hips soft and round, built to grab hold and take a pounding without breaking. Tits lush and overflowing, her skin is light with a sheen of freckles spreading her nose and cheekbones. And the attitude fits her rich, dark, red hair. Yeah, she’s a sight to behold.
“Let me make you more comfortable,” I murmur and remove the gag.
“What the fuck, Colt?” she spits and fights her restraints. “Get these off of me, right now.”
She indicates the cuffs but I have no intention of removing them. Not yet anyway. I should tell her to calm down, though I know it would be the wrong thing to say. Recent talks with Ledger have given me some added insight when he made my sister his old lady. He keeps blabbering about details where he fucked-up.
Normally I hate the forced interaction of hearing people yap about their personal shit, but in this case, I let him rattle and take in the added information. It’s been helpful in some situations when it comes to handling this bundle of woman.