Spider (Hades Abyss MC 1) Page 11

  Gomez didn’t answer right away. “I believe they had a sexual relationship.”

  Yeah, I’d just bet they did. The kind where Luciana was forced to endure whatever the asshole decided to do to her. No fucking way would she leave my sight. I looked at Gunner and Yankee, and could see both were in agreement. I didn’t know if they’d been brought up to speed on absolutely everything, but they didn’t look the least bit pleased by Gomez’s statement.

  “I’m afraid Mr. Lopez will have to find another woman,” I said.

  “I wasn’t asking, Mr. Spider. I need Luciana back in Colombia immediately. A jet is already waiting for her at a nearby airstrip.”

  “I don’t think I made this clear enough for you, Gomez. Luciana isn’t just my property, she’s my wife now. You so much as lay a finger on her, even breathe wrong in her direction, and I will fucking end you and anyone else you send after her. Do we have an understanding?” I was ready to rip the fucker’s throat out.

  “Wife?” the man asked, his tone biting.

  I didn’t give a shit if he liked it or not. Luciana was mine, legally thanks to Surge, and I wasn’t letting her go. Even if she hadn’t been my wife, there was no way I’d send her back to that hell. Violeta wasn’t going anywhere either. It didn’t matter to me that she was underage. We’d find a way to keep her here, no matter what it took.

  “I didn’t give permission for Luciana to marry anyone,” Gomez said.

  “She’s a grown-ass woman and doesn’t need to ask you or anyone else if she can marry someone,” I said. “So if you take her -- my legally wedded wife -- then that’s kidnapping. The police in Colombia might look the other way when you sell women or force them into prostitution, but the local boys won’t be too happy about it, and neither will the Feds.”

  “You’re threatening me,” Gomez said, sounding somewhat amused. “You, a nobody in some insignificant place in America, are threatening the great Mateo Gomez?”

  “Spider isn’t a nobody,” Yankee said. “Probably should have done your homework before threatening the man’s wife.”

  “And who are you?” Gomez asked.

  “Yankee. I’m a part of this club, and I can assure you that if Spider comes after you, he won’t be alone. You think we’re small and easily squashed, but you’d be wrong.”

  “If I can’t have Luciana, then I’ll just have to take one of my other daughters and hope Pedro Lopez will be content with Violeta or Sofia. You choose, Mr. Spider. My sweet little Violeta or Sofia? Which will warm Pedro’s bed?”

  “You sick fucking bastard,” I said. “You won’t touch either of them.”

  “We’ll see,” Gomez said.

  The line went dead and I stared at Yankee and Gunner. They both looked as pissed and worried as I felt. Luciana started sobbing and I cursed the man who had ruined our day. I tipped my head toward the door and Yankee and Gunner both made themselves scarce. The doctor’s words from earlier had me concerned over Luciana and the babies. She wasn’t supposed to be getting upset. She needed rest and good meals.

  “Baby girl, I need you to take a breath for me,” I said. She did, though it was broken with more crying. “Again. And again.”

  After a few minutes, the tears slowed and she seemed to have her emotions under control. I ran my hand up and down her back, but I felt her grip on me loosen a little. She tipped her head back and looked up me with swollen eyes and a runny nose. And I still found her fucking beautiful.

  “Everything will be fine, Luciana. I meant what I said. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. Rocket will keep Violeta safe, and I’m sure Saint is protecting Sofia.”

  “I can’t let him take them,” she said, her voice a near whisper. “If he has to have someone, it should be me. I’ve endured Pedro before. I can do it again.”

  “No. You’re not giving up, and you’re sure as fuck not turning yourself over to that asshole.”

  “Not to interrupt,” Gunner said from the doorway, “but what if they just think she’s surrendering herself?”

  “What the fuck does that mean?” I asked. “Because I’m not handing her over to them.”

  “I meant we could make arrangements to give your wife to Gomez, except we don’t actually let him have her. We just need to his ass on US soil, and then we can take him out. Get Surge, Wire, and any of their other hacking buddies to look into Gomez and the disappearance of any underage girls he might have snatched from the US. As much as I know you want to get your hands dirty, I say we gather enough evidence and let the Feds handle this shit,” Gunner said.

  “Would that work?” Luciana asked.

  “I recorded your call,” Gunner said, lifting up his phone. “The audio isn’t the greatest, but you can hear Gomez clear as day demand you hand over your wife, Sofia, or their underage sister so he can give her to a man. It’s implied well enough that he plans to use them for sex. Since Luciana, Sofia, and Violeta are all US citizens thanks to Surge, that should make the Feds sit up and take notice.”

  “Or I could get the fucker here and bleed him out,” I said.

  “What happens if your Feds get their hands on my father?” Luciana asked.

  Gunner hesitated, but I already knew the answer. I knew he wanted to keep things legal and not bring heat down on the club, but this wasn’t the time to toe the line.

  “He’d likely be deported and banned from returning to the US. They would probably contact law enforcement in Colombia, but we all know your father has them in his pocket. And since he isn’t coming here legally anyway, nothing would stop him from returning, or sending someone after you,” I said, which is why I didn’t want the damn Feds involved. I wanted Gomez in the damn ground.

  She sagged in my arms.

  “I’m going to handle it, Luciana. I’ll get him here, but I’m not involving the Feds or anyone else. This is club business pure and simple. If taking your father out of the equation helps other people too, then all the better, but that’s not my main focus,” I said.

  “Whatever you need to do, you have my support,” she said. “My father is evil. If you need to kill him, I won’t think less of you. Just know that another will rise in his place. It’s never-ending, Spider. If any of his men who hurt me and my sisters claim his position, they could come for us too. You can’t fight the entire Colombian cartel.”

  “What if we go over their heads?” Gunner asked. “If our Feds can’t handle the situation, maybe the government officials in Colombia will be willing to step in. You have a president there, right?”

  Luciana nodded.

  “Get Surge to put together whatever he can find on Gomez, as well as his top men. We’ll make contact with the Colombian president, explain the situation, and see if he’s willing to help when we share those files. As long as it doesn’t look like he’s in bed with Gomez. If that’s the case, this whole thing would fall apart pretty fast,” I said.

  “I’ll call Surge now,” Gunner said, stepping out of the room.

  “One way or another, I’m ending this, Luciana. I won’t have you living in fear,” I said.

  She looked up at me, and the tenderness in her gaze nearly took me to my knees. “I love you. I know it’s too soon, or maybe it would always be too soon. You didn’t want a wife or children, but I’m so glad you’re my husband. I love you, Spider, and I needed you to know that.”

  I cupped her cheek. “I love you too, baby girl. Never thought I’d let a woman in enough to say those words to her, but you came into my life and tore down the walls I’d erected, one brick at a time. Casper did me a huge fucking favor when he arranged for you to stay with me. But that’s between you and me. That bastard is cocky enough already.”

  She smiled and hugged me tight. My heart ached at the thought of losing her. I didn’t care what it took, I’d make sure the threat to Luciana was eliminated. Blood on my hands didn’t bother me in the least. Never had, never would. Especially not if I was taking out the trash.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up and fed, an
d then you should take a nap,” I told her, leading her from the kitchen.

  “Cleaned up?” she asked.

  “A hot shower will make you feel better. You’re tense and stressed. It’s not good for you or the babies.”

  “Only if you join me,” she said. She bit her lip. “If it won’t hurt your shoulder or your back. I don’t want to slow down your healing.”

  I grinned. That had been my plan exactly. In the bedroom, I shut and locked the door, not wanting any interruptions. While I got the shower set to the right temperature, Luciana started undressing. I waited until she’d stepped under the spray before I removed my own clothes and got in after her. I took my time soaping her hair and body, even put in that conditioner she insisted on having. Her hands coasted over my body as she rubbed soap into my skin. My cock was already hard and aching before she even reached that low.

  Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and she gave it a few strokes. Enough to make me crave more, but she just smiled and moved her hand elsewhere. Tease. I rinsed us both thoroughly, not wanting soap anywhere uncomfortable, then pressed her against the tiled wall.

  “Been too long,” I said. “You ready for me?”

  She reached out and took my hand, sliding it between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and slick. I slid a finger inside her, pumping it in and out. Yeah, my baby was more than ready for me, but the look of bliss on her face made me want to draw things out a little more. I pressed my thumb to her clit and rubbed as I finger-fucked her pussy, adding a second digit to her tight channel.

  “God, Spider. That feels so good.”

  “You feel good,” I told her. My cock jerked and pre-cum leaked in a steady stream from the head. I didn’t know how long I’d last once I got inside her. It had been too long, and I wanted her too badly.

  I tweaked her nipple with my other hand, pinching and twisting the hardened peak until she moaned and spread her legs a little more. I tugged on the tip again before reaching for the other side, giving it the same treatment. I could tell she was close. Leaning down, I kissed her, devouring her lips as I pushed her closer to a climax. I drove my fingers into her hard and fast. Luciana’s body went tight and I felt her release coat my fingers.

  I groaned as I pulled away, loving the way her cheeks flushed and the heavy-lidded look she gave me. She reached up and ran her fingers through my beard, then tugged me down for another kiss. If Luciana was a drug, then I was definitely an addict. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of her. I hoped like hell I never stopped being able to meet her needs. Hell, I’d pop blue pills if I needed to, but so far that wasn’t even remotely an issue. The woman kept me so fired-up that I felt twenty years younger.

  I lifted her, urging her legs around my waist, then thrust hard and deep, not stopping until she’d taken every inch. The way she wrapped around my cock, the feel of her slick, tight pussy, was enough to make my heart race. I drove into her as our tongues tangled and she held onto me. There was still a slight twinge where the bullet had entered my back, but it wouldn’t stop me. Nothing was going to hold me back right now.

  “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop,” Luciana begged. “So close.”

  I felt my balls draw up and a tingle started in my back. She wasn’t the only one about to go off. I ground against her with each thrust until she was screaming my name and coating my cock with her release, and then I let go. I slammed into her again and again until I filled her pussy with my cum. Even after the last drop had been wrung for me, I didn’t want to stop. I kept thrusting until I felt her shudder and come one more time.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I said. “I love watching you come.”

  She gave me a shy smile and her cheeks turned a darker pink. Her throat and the upper swells of her breasts were flushed as well from coming several times, and she looked downright delectable.

  “You didn’t hurt yourself?” she asked.

  “All healed. Dread said I could resume normal activities today. There’s only a slight pull in my back now and then. Nothing to worry about.”

  “If you go after my father, you have to promise you’ll stay alive. I can’t lose you,” she said. “Not just because I feel safe here, or because I’m scared to raise these babies on my own. I need you. I…”

  I placed a finger over her lips. “I know. I need you too, Luciana.”

  I pulled out and helped her clean up, then I shut off the water and wrapped her in a thick towel. Quickly drying myself, I took a moment to study her. My wife. My everything. There was still a glow to her, and she appeared a little less stressed. She couldn’t hide the worry in her eyes, but as she placed a hand against her belly, I realized she was concerned for the babies. I didn’t know how to reassure her that they would be all right. If anything happened and she lost them she’d be inconsolable, but I’d find a way to help her through it. It would gut me as well, but there were always other options if she really wanted kids.

  I took her hand and led her into the bedroom, then pulled down the covers.

  “Lie down, sweetheart. You rest while I make sure I have all the things on your list of encouraged foods and pick up your prescription. Yankee and Gunner will remain here if you need anything. I need to feed you so you can take one of your prenatal vitamins.”

  I pulled one of my shirts out of the dresser and helped her into it, then handed her a pair of panties from her drawer. Her head had barely touched the pillow before she was out, her breathing deep and even. Her emotions had run so high, and then I’d physically exhausted her in the shower, that she just couldn’t last another moment without some rest.

  I leaned down and brushed a kiss against her forehead before getting dressed and leaving instructions with Yankee and Gunner. Teller was on the front steps when I left the house and he gave me a nod.

  “I’ll help keep her safe,” he said.

  “Thank you, Teller.” I clapped him on the back and removed the keys to the SUV from my pocket. No way was I going grocery shopping on my bike, not with the amount of food and drinks I needed to get. I not only had Luciana’s list to tend to, but I also needed to ensure I had sodas, coffee, and food enough for anyone who helped keep an eye on her. There was also an errand I wanted to personally handle, but I was keeping that shit to myself. Luciana had enjoyed the little pink vibrator so much, I wanted to stop by the adult store and pick up another toy or two, and I sure as shit wasn’t delegating that to anyone. I’d lucked out with getting a decent one off the Internet before, but I wanted to browse the shop in person this time. Find just the right items without staring at my damn phone.

  I’d never done the domestic thing, not even with Ryker’s mom, but I had to admit that it felt kind of nice. I liked having Luciana waiting for me, enjoyed waking with her in my arms, but mostly I liked how she’d made my house feel more like a home. She hadn’t made any changes to the place, except for her presence, and that was enough. The warmth of her smile could light up any room, and it had quickly thawed my heart.

  I only hoped I didn’t fail her now.

  Chapter Ten

  Luciana

  I didn’t like Spider’s plan, not even a little. He didn’t know my father the way I did, didn’t understand exactly what the man was capable of, and I worried it would get us all killed. We were at the airstrip, meeting my father and Pedro Lopez. I had no doubt that he’d bring others, men he trusted, those who had hurt me. It wasn’t just a show of power for Spider’s benefit, but to remind me of my place and what would happen if I disobeyed. I’d tried to reason with my husband, had spent the last four days begging him not to do this. I understood that he felt it was the only solution, but I worried that he’d pay a steep price if he followed through. Too many things could go wrong.

  I tried to swallow my fear, but my stomach was going to revolt at any moment. I’d already thrown up several times this morning, and I didn’t think it was due to my pregnancy. I’d ridden in the SUV with Teller, while Spider and half the club had arrived on their bikes. A rumble in the distance had me lo
oking out the back window and my jaw dropped a little as about twenty other bikers pulled up, none of them wearing the same cut as Spider and the men from Hades Abyss.

  “Who are they?” I asked Teller.

  He smirked a little. “Didn’t think your man would come unprepared, did you? He called in reinforcements. The presidents from four other clubs are here, along with their VPs and a handful of men. He knew your dad wouldn’t play by the rules, so Spider didn’t either.”

  “They all came to help?”

  Teller nodded. “Torch is the President of the Dixie Reapers, which is where Sofia is living. He’s just as vested in having your dad disappear as Spider is. Not to mention Ryker lives with the Dixie Reapers since his wife is the sister of their Treasurer.”

  “And the others?” I asked.

  “Devil’s Boneyard has family ties to the Dixie Reapers, and Devil’s Fury has ties to Devil’s Boneyard. They’re all one big happy family. Reckless Kings have put their necks on the line a few times to help other clubs over the past year or two.”

  “Five clubs,” I mumbled. I hadn’t realized that Spider was friendly with so many people. Weren’t they all supposed to be rivals or something? I still didn’t quite understand how all this worked, but I hoped I’d learn one day.

  “Doesn’t matter how many guys your dad brought with him. We have more.”

  I nodded and watched as the steps to my father’s jet lowered. He came down them, holding his head at a regal angle while buttoning his suit jacket. Heaven forbid he ever wear anything other than his expensive custom-made suits and shirts. Even his shoes were custom.

  Behind him, Pedro descended the stairs, and then three other men from my worst nightmares. It was the man who came after them all that almost made me pass out. My father’s right-hand man, and my number one tormentor.

  “He brought Ricardo,” I said.

  “The last guy?” Teller asked.

  I nodded. “This isn’t good.”

  Teller pulled out a file folder I hadn’t even noticed and flipped through it. “Ricardo Sanchez. Right-hand man to Mateo Gomez, and not afraid to get his hands dirty.”