Dark Desire (7 page)

“Fuck Willow,
Jesus.”

He grips my hips and helps me lower my body down, when I’m fully sheathed, I groan. I raise myself up on my knees, and then slide back down again. Another groan. My head is still not right after all those shots, and the jerky movement has it thudding. I grip it and lower it onto his shoulder.

“Who fucks when they’re drunk?” He chuckles into my ear.

“I won’t let you go to bed an unhappy man!”

“I’m never unhappy with you, Willow baby.”

I slide off him and move so I’m sitting on the couch. I stretch my legs across to the coffee table and he gets the hint, crawling and ducking underneath them and then he kneels between my thighs and he’s at the perfect height. He grips my hips and thrusts inside me and I groan. My head falls back, but this time it’s cushioned by the couch.

He thrusts gently, slowly, pulling in and out until I’m crying out yet again. His moans fill my ears, he’s so God dammed erotic when he makes those sounds in his throat and his hips jerk with pleasure. I watch him through hooded lashes as he throws his head back and roars his release, his chest muscles are wound up so tight the veins are noticeable beneath his skin.

“Fuck…” he rasps.

He slumps down onto the couch beside me, and I watch as his chest rises and falls quickly. He looks over at me from the corner of his eye and I begin grinning, but it turns into a yawn. Jagger
stands and pulls on a pair of boxers before lifting me into his arms. He deposits me onto the bed and pulls the cover back. I willingly crawl in, and he sits beside me and strokes my hair.

“Aren’t you sleeping with me?” I frown.

“I will baby, I just need to talk with Bull.”

“About Sharleen?”

“Yeah,”

“Jagger, I’ve thought about this often, but it’s always felt wrong to me. How did she find my place that night?”

He jerks his head back, as though he hasn’t thought about that fact.

“I…fuck…that never crossed my mind.”

“She had to know about me, to know where to look.”

“You’re right…shit.”

“Something is just not right with her Jagger, I can feel it.”

“Yeah baby, I know.”

I yawn again and he laughs.

“Sleep
beautiful, I’ll be back soon.”

I watch as he pulls on his jeans and a black shirt. He leans down to kiss me once more,
and then he’s out the door. I lie back on the pillow, then sit up and search for my handbag. I spot it on the couch, so I quickly climb out of bed and dig about until I find my phone. I want to see how Joey’s love session is going. When I glance down at the screen, I see a text message from an unknown number.

U: This isn’t over. You’ve messed with the wrong woman. I hope you like being a slave.

Slave? What the fuck? I know it’s Sharleen, but what the hell is that troll talking about?

W: Go play Sharleen, no one wants you here.

U: You’re life is about to change Willow. Darkness is coming and it’s going to crush you. Have a nice night.

The fuck? What a psycho. I switch the phone off and throw it
across the room. That crazy bitch is going to ruin everything for me. She’s up to no good, the woman is seriously twisted. I roll to my side but I can’t seem to drift off. I’m too wound up after that text message. What the hell was she talking about? I slide off the bed and dig around for my phone again. When I find it; I text Jagger.

W: Can u come back? I got
a msg from Sharleen.

J: What? How the fuck did she
get ur number? Coming.

I put the phone away and lay back on the bed. About ten minutes later, Jagger walks in. He kicks off his boots and yanks off his shirt and jeans, then slides into the bed.

“Show me.”

I toss him my phone and he reads the messages, his eyes widen.

“Fucking slut! Fucking bitch slut!”

I gape, what? I know Jagger doesn’t hate his wife but
Jesus, whatever that message means has him furious.

“Whoa, steady on big man. What’s wrong?”

“That fuckin’ bitch. I’ll gut her.”

“Jagger, what does that mean?”

“Willow, you’re not to go anywhere without me from now on. Do you understand?”

“What?”

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

I flinch. “Jagger…”

He closes his eyes and grips his head. I watch him taking deep breaths, and then he sighs and looks up at me.

“Just promise me?”

“Not until you tell me why.”

“Just do as you’re told, please?”

“No.”

“Willow, now is not the time to get stubborn.”

“Then talk to me.”

“Remember I told you about that drug ring, on the island?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it’s also used for human trafficking.”

“What?” I whisper.

“Sex slaves, labor…sometimes….organs.”

I feel bile rise in my throat. “I don’t…understand.”

“They steal and sell or use women, even men, as sex slaves. Sometimes they use them for labor and other times…they use them for body parts.”

I grip my stomach, realization hitting hard and fast.

“She…she…wants me for a slave. Oh
God Jagger, she wants me for a slave.”

“I think so, what I don’t know is why. You’re in danger Willow, more so than I first thought.”

“What do we do?”

He pulls ou
t his phone and dials a number, “Ace, get Angel, Rusty and Bull up here now. We have a big problem.”

He hangs up then dials another number. A moment later he begins talking. “Huck? I’m cashing in my favor. I need information.”

Huck? As in the officer who told us of my father’s death? I knew he was part of this, but I didn’t realize he owed Jagger a favor. This just keeps getting worse.

“I want information on my lovely
wife; I want to know if she was in protection for the last two years.”

Silence.

“Yeah, call me back when you know…and Huck? If you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll slit your throat.”

Jagger hangs up
the phone and my eyes widen. He stares at me for a moment.

“Sorry baby, but there are sides to me you won’t like.”

I nod, swallowing. “I understand.”

“
I’m sorry, but this just got serious and so did I.”

“I get it
Jagger; I get what you have to do.”

“I’m
sorry; I know I promised no danger…”

“You didn’t promise no danger at all, I chose this, I’m in it with you. I’m safer with you than I am with anyone else.”

He nods and when he hears the front door slam, he yanks on his clothes back on for the second time tonight.

“Get dressed and come out when you’re done.”

He walks out the door without another word. I pull on some clothes and walk out. The whole group is here, including Jenny and Ava. Jagger is standing by the coffee table and the rest are sitting down. I sit down beside Ava and she gives me a small smile.

“Ok, so we got a message from Sharleen tonight threatening Willow. She said she was going to make her a slave.”

“Fuck,” Angel gasps.

“Holy shit, she’s working for the traffickers?”

“I think so, which means Manchez wasn’t the highest leader.”

I’m trying to process this in my mind. Manchez wasn’t the highest? Who is then?

“So someone is still trying to get something, why would they want Willow and who would it be?” Ace asks.

“I don’t know;
that’s why I’m calling around for info.”

“Do you think they want the information I have?” I ask.

Jagger shakes his head. “They didn’t know you copied it, and one of Manchez’s men ended up with those co-ordinates. They wanted to make sure they weren’t in the wrong hands but like I said, they don’t know you’ve got them. It’s something else.”

“What do we do?” Rusty asks, crossing his arms. “If they want her, there has to be a reason why.”

Jagger rubs his head. “I’m workin’ on findin’ out that reason.”

“And until then, is she safe?” Jenny asks.

“No she’s not safe. One of us needs to be with her at all times.”

Ava squeezes my hand and I force a smile.

“Ok, so where does Sharleen fit in all this?” Bull asks.

“I don’t know, but she’s in it alright. She’s definitely in it.”

“Fuckin’ bitch,” Angel mutters.

“
You don’t have to tell me twice.” Jagger growls.

His phone rings and he looks down. “I gotta take this.”

He walks out of the room and I turn to Ava and Jenny.

“Are you ok honey?” Jenny asks.

“I’m alright, I’ll be fine.”

“You just know how to attract them, don’t you?”

I force a hoarse laugh. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Don’t worry girl, we
won’t let any fucker touch you.” Ace says, clenching his fists.

I reach out and take his tight fists and stroke my fingers over them until he’s relaxed his hands.

“No point in getting wound up Ace, Jagger will sort this.” I say, patting his hands and then letting them go.

“Sorry kid.”

I shrug. “Don’t be.”

When Jagger returns, his face is hard with anger.

“That slut fucking whore!” he roars, “She was never in protection!”

I feel bad for Jagger. Even though I can’t stand Sharleen, I know how much it must hurt. He loved her, he married her and she was betraying him. Then he thought she died and when she returned, his heart was torn in so
many different directions it must have been so horribly confusing. All to find out she was playing him. I stand and walk over to him, gripping his shoulders. He turns his head away, panting with rage.

“Hey, look at me,” I say.

He doesn’t.

“Johnny Black, fucking look at me now!”

He turns and meets my gaze, and I hear Angel snort a laugh behind me. I take Jagger’s face and stare into his eyes.

“This isn’t your fault
and I know you’re mad but you have to keep calm. You have to be better than her right now; you have to be one step ahead. Don’t let your emotions get the better of you.”

He swallows and closes his eyes a moment. “She was my wife, I fuckin’ loved her and married her, only to find out she was playin’ me the whole time.”

“I’m sorry for that.” I say gently.

He jerks his head away, clearly still furious.

“Don’t pull away from me Jagger, or I’ll kick your ass so fucking hard. None of us did anything to you, if you want to be mad, be mad but don’t you turn away from us now.”

He turns and looks at me with an icy stare, I brace myself for his outburst of anger, but instead he grips me and kisses me so hard my lips burn.

“You’re fuckin’ amazing, I won’t let anyone hurt you Willow baby, I promise.”

“I know.
” I say, stroking his cheek.

“So what now boss?” Bull asks.

“We wait; someone’s going to try something soon. In the meantime, I’m going to do what I can to find out who’s behind this.”

“Sounds good,
”

I yawn and stand. “I have a headache, I’m going to shower and go to bed, ok?”

Jagger nods. “I’ll be there soon.”

I nod weakly
then turn and hug Jenny and Ava.

“Stay with Angel tonight,” I say to Ava, and then I turn to Jenny. “You
stay here too.”

“She can have my spare room,
saves her sleepin’ on the couch.” Ace says, standing.

Jenny nods and he puts his hand on the small of her back and leads her towards the door.

“We’ll do breakfast tomorrow.” She says and everyone nods.

The tension in the room is thick. When Ava and Angel leave, I walk down the hall to Jagger’s room. I strip off and step into the shower, letting the warm water wash over my body and soothe my aching muscles. I’m so
stressed; I can’t stop the worry rising in my chest. Someone wants me and whoever it is, isn’t going to stop until they get me.

When I’m showered, I crawl into bed naked and curl up under the cover, sighing with exhaustion. I close my eyes and fall asleep right
away; thankful for the alcohol in my body that will at least ensure I have a solid sleep.

CHAPTER
6

I wake before Jagger the next morning. I stare down at him and he’s sound asleep with his arms tucked up behind his head. I get the urge to lick every part of his beautiful, naked body but I know he needs the rest. Dammit. I slide out of bed and pull on my black dress. I seriously need some clothes. I sneak out of the room and the apartment is quiet.