“Ahh…” I moaned as she slowly eased her way onto me.
Twisting the bounds at my wrists, I brought them down to my teeth and pulled with all my might until they finally broke. Once freed, I grabbed her waist and held her tightly as I flipped her over onto her back.
“Took you long enough—”
Her legs wrapped around my waist as I kissed her hard, but I held on to her thighs.
Pulling out of her slowly, her back arched upwards off the floor.
Slam.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I bit down while I used my other hand to pull on her other one.
Slam.
“Liam, please just fuck me,” she begged.
Again, I pulled out slowly and she bit back.
“Damn it—”
Slam.
She glared at me in frustration and all I could do was smile. Forcing herself to rock against me, I gave in to her needs. Gripping her thighs, I pounded into her hard and fast.
“Yes. Oh fuck, I—I…” Her breasts jiggled so much that she was forced to hold onto them.
“That’s right baby, come,” I whispered to her. “Come for me.”
“Liam!” she answered my call.
But if she thought I was done, she was kidding herself.
“Get on your knees.” I commanded.
Without question, she did as told, allowing me a perfect view of her ass. Rubbing myself against her she moaned.
SMACK.
“Fuck!” I screamed, as her ass jiggled and my hand imprinted itself unto her ass.
SMACK.
She was dripping for me and I licked it all up as she shivered.
SMACK.
One of her knees went weak.
SMACK.
“Ah!” She came for me, and I once more relished in the taste of her.
“You shouldn’t tempt me like this, wife. I enjoy watching you shiver and moan far too much,” I whispered.
SMACK.
Her ass was so red, my cock throbbed from the sight of it. I needed her now. Grabbing hold of her I slammed right into her.
“Jesus, fuck…!”
“Not Jesus, just me.” I grinned as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and fucked her.
“So close,” I hissed as the sweat from my forehead dripped onto her back. “Mel!”
I came so hard that my body shook. Without any strength left, I fell beside her.
“Fuck.” I inhaled deeply as I tried to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” she replied as she curled up beside me.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her even closer to me, and we both rested in the dark without saying another word. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of our labored breathing until…
BEEP.
BEEP.
“What’s that?” I asked as she sat up quickly.
BEEP.
At the third one, she jumped up and ran back into the office. With a groan, I followed her to the computer screens. Everything looked the same, there were files upon files of useless information.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, clicking away.
“What is it?” I asked, unable to look at her face because I was beyond captivated with the rest of her.
“I knew it,” she muttered with her hand on her lip.
That got my attention, and as I moved closer, I saw pictures, taxes, files, companies…and all of them were about us.
“What is this?”
“I set up a sniffer in Avian’s computers. I’ve been sifting through data trying to find anything and everything he has on us. This is it, a timeline of everything we’ve ever done, and evidence he’s buried for the Valero, along with us. It’s all here.”
“Can you delete it? Are there copies somewhere else?” If we had this now, we could kill the son of a bitch.
She didn’t speak, and all of a sudden a timer popped up for the next twenty-four hours.
“Mel, what’s going on? Why did we just find this now?” I had to snap my fingers in front of her face to grab her attention.
“This is the only copy.”
“Good, so delete it.”
She shook her head. “I don’t have the ability to hack it, I need to delete it directly from one of his computers. I just need to know which one it is. It will take me days to delete this.”
“Okay, so then we wait—”
Again she shook her head and pointed to the ticking clock. “He plans on releasing all of this information in the next twenty-four hours.”
“That’s suicide!”
As we stared at each other not knowing what to say, there was a ring at our gate, and as Mel switched over to the security feed, I saw him standing outside with a cigar in one hand, and a cane in the other. He had on his very best suit.
“Avian,” I said over the intercom.
“Good, you’re awake,” he said looking up into the camera. “Open up the door so we can all die together.”
It was then that it hit me. Here we were pretending to be terrorists, knowing full well that we would never blow ourselves up to get to Avian. However, he’d gone and done the exact opposite of that. He knew couldn’t beat us, so he was taking us all down with him. He was going to expose us all.
He was the suicide bomber.
THIRTY-TWO
“If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you.”
—Flannery O'Connor
LIAM
“So let me get this straight, he just walked in here and said he wanted to die?” Neal asked as Mel and I stared at a strapped down Avian from behind a one-way mirror.
The room he was in was smaller than the rooms we had back home. However, our Washington home hadn’t been designed with the same functions. It was a plain gray room with no outlets for natural lighting. There was just a single door and the glass panel that allowed us to look in. This make-shift jail was the only security we had invested in in this home. But it would get the job done.
He wasn’t struggling. He sat as comfortably as someone who was strapped, almost naked, to a chair could sit. All he had on was his underwear, and a tight bandage around his kneecap. The blood was already starting to bleed though it. Obviously, he hadn’t bothered with a doctor…however he didn’t look to be in pain. Which was odd seeing as how both Declan and Neal had beaten the living shit out of him before they dragged his ass in here. His lip was busted, his eye was bruised, and he had a few cuts all over his arms, neck and face.
“Does anyone else think this is insane?” Neal went on. “This cannot be this guy’s last move. He wouldn’t just destroy everything he’s spent a lifetime building.”
“I agree. This is fucked up, even for him. But I’m going through all of this and it’s all-real. It’s our real bank accounts, even the offshore ones, our trade partners, factory sights; he wanted us to see he knew it all. And we have twenty-two hours left before this goes to every lead broadcasting outlet in the world,” Declan snapped typing away on his computer screen. “He even has the names and emails of all the journalists he wants these files to go to lined up and ready to go.”
Proving that he even wanted to control his own downfall.
I glanced to Mel and found her staring intensely at Avian. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking what I was thinking. How fast could we outrun this? Could we even out run this? We would have to run not only from our lives but we’d also have to change our faces. We would be on the top of the list for the FBI, CIA, and every other damn abbreviation in the book. We would be the most wanted people in the world. How could we run with Ethan? His face would be all over the media just like ours. They’d freeze all of our assets and tear down our operations both legal and illegal. The more I thought about running, the less and less likely it seemed to be an option. Which left us with two choices: stay and win, or stay and die—because they weren’t going to be able to take us alive.