Disciple: Knights Disciples MC (10 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY

It wasn't easy to break into her own place. There were a few windows boarded up and the place was surrounded with police tape. There were lights burning and she could see a couple of the Knights’ Disciples in the house. Laura would either have to break in or just announce herself at the front door. If she walked through the front door, Will would be tipped off immediately that she was not where she should be and if she broke in, she risked getting shot as a burglar.

She sat in her car and studied her house. She had grown up in that house and she knew it inside and out. She did have a good chance of sneaking in. She saw that the guys were in the front of the house; her bedroom was in the back over the kitchen. She very carefully tiptoed around back. She climbed up on the roof of the porch. She remained still just outside her window. The window was locked, but Laura knew how to get around that. She very carefully tugged at the sash. It pulled out of its slot and lowered. It had been broken long ago from the one or two times she snuck out as a teen and from having to get into the house without a key.

She made a mental note that it should be replaced with the other windows. She rolled into the room and pulled out a box underneath her bed. It was a collection of costumes she had put together for some role-playing she did for class. They studied how various kids reacted to them wearing suits, regular jeans, and then gang garb. Laura dressed in the dark. She slipped on a latex dress and a pair of platformed spikes. She may not have had a gun, but her spiked platforms were lethal weapons.

She checked herself out the full length mirror in the shadows of the room. As she turned, she dropped her car keys. She bent over to pick them up, her legs made extra long by the six inch heels. She could feel the latex taut over her buttocks. It was at that point that the lights went on. She was stuck in her vulnerable position and had to work her way up.

"Don't move," said Will Shriner. Laura didn't obey. She put her hands on her knees and slowly hoisted herself upright. "I should spank that."

"What are you doing here?" she asked still not able to face him.

"I have the same question for you," he said. "Your little brother is home, by the way. We got him that fast. He is mad as a hornet but we got him. What have you got on?" A couple of the Knights’ Disciples rushed to the door behind Will.

"Jeez," one exclaimed.

"That's enough," murmured Will. "Can you please leave us alone?"

Laura heard the door close and she turned to look at Will. She blushed from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. "Thank you for getting Lucas for me," she said in meek tone.

His tone was scolding but soft, "Did I know what I was talking about?"

Laura nodded.

"So why did you leave poor Pete holding the bag? He had to tell me that he let you get away and for a few minutes no one knew where you were. Do you know how much that sucks?"

Laura had not thought about that. It was killing her that she was losing her brother to the clutches of the dark world of gangs. She was desperate. She stepped out of her spikes, preparing to change back into her regular clothes.

"I’m not finished talking to you." He stepped closer to her. "Put those back on please." He wrapped his powerful arm around her waist to steady her until she fished her foot back into the shoe.

Will walked her over in front of the mirror and stood behind her as the two of them gazed at her reflection. "Nice clothes," he said teasing her. "Do you have any other little gems you haven't disclosed to me?" His voice was as soft and sweet as honey.

It sent heat throughout her and Laura was aroused. The circumstances were stressful but she wasn't sorry Will saw her in the latex. She had a great body and the gang clothing made her look wickedly hot. It excited her that she had been caught. She liked the look in his eyes as his eyes raked her. He looked like he was going to ravage her.

"No, this is it," she answered his question.

"So not only did you ditch Pete, you broke in here," his voice was low and still.

"Yes, but - " she pleaded.

"
Yes but
nothing," he said. "I mean good job is in order and my guys will have to step up their game, but it's bad enough that I have a teenager sneaking around putting himself and everyone in danger. But now I got you to worry about?"

"I said I am sorry," Laura repeated. Her body was completely aroused. Her nipples were hard and they showed through the tight latex. Will lasciviously grazed their erect peaks with one finger and with his other hand cupped her between her legs. He then skimmed the rubber up her hips slowly as they both watched. He guided her hands to press against the wall around the mirror. Their eyes never left each other, connected in their reflection.

Will unfastened his pants. He slipped into her, entering with a rigid erection while she was half-clothed in the rubber dress, her body jutted and flexed in the platform spikes. He steadied her as he drove into her fiercely. Will gave the round firm curve of her buttocks a spank. Laura's eyes widened with surprise. He did it again before pumping wildly, his body racked with a powerful climax. Finally he covered her, sandwiching her between the mirror and his torso, gently, securely as he recovered from the powerful quickie. His breath was hard as he struggled to come back to reality. He clutched her.

"You have to promise me that you won't do anything like this again," he said. "We will handle this. Put your other clothes on and if they are any other goodies here, I want you to bag them up and take them back to my place." He pulled her latex into place and helped her as she stepped out of her shoes. When she went over to the box of her urban clothing, Will paused to rummage through it. He looked at her with a wolfish gaze. There was something of that cold bloodedness she had witnessed in Carl's Little Bar that had scared her. And thrilled her. Will cupped that back of her head and kissed her intently. She never felt so safe and cared for as a woman ever.

When they broke their kiss she laughed softly. "You spanked me."

"I did," he said with no hesitation. "Kinda had to with you dressed like such a bad girl – a delicious one. You're lucky you look so amazing, baby doll. I didn't like having my stomach in my throat with worry. I might have to confiscate all this stuff and let you wear it on special occasions if this is what gives you confidence dealing with bloodthirsty gang members."

"Bloodthirsty?" Laura was taken aback. "Who did Lucas get involved with now?"

"Oh, he did his homework," Will replied. "And if you had made it to their place and they had saw you in this," he paused. "I don't even want to go there. We are going to go home, go to bed and in the morning we are talking about how strict we all need to be where your brother is concerned."

"But it's the gangs -" she protested before he cut her off.

"Laura, baby doll. It's him. He is reaching out to these gangs. He is trying to find a way to be man. If he can find a way to not act on the urge to connect with these guys, I think we can show him how to do that. But it might get a little worse before it gets better and I need you to promise me you won't do stuff like this to undermine us. I’m serious, Laura. I gotta be square with you. I adore you. Not since my wife -" he stopped himself. "But as I told you I was a cop, and once a cop always a cop. I am going to have to put Lucas before you and me if it means you try to do another end-run. Am I clear?"

Laura stiffened her spine. She had not expected that. "Yes," she replied. "Just so you know I have to do what I think I have to save him, too."

"That would be me, Laura," he answered. "I am Lucas's best shot and your only chance. I gotta know you're with me. Now shall we go home to him?"

"Yes, Will," she said looking into the most amazing hazel eyes she had ever hoped to see. She didn't finish changing into her other clothes. She wore the tight rubber dress, her winter coat, for the temperatures had dropped that night, and her boots. She and Will carried her stuff. One of the other guys rode his bike over as Will drove her car.

So many things swum around her head as she headed to Will's, which felt like an extension of her own home, that somehow Will and she and Lucas were becoming a family, or at least that was what her mind was telling her. Whether or not it was true, she had knew for sure she had an insatiable appetite for him. That the passion and electricity she felt for him was boundless. It was love. Of all the uncertainty in her life, Laura Mills was pretty sure she was head over heels in love with Will Shriner.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Snowflakes landed lightly on Laura Mills' face as she walked from the car to the substation of the Baltimore City Metro substation. The snow was really picking up. They were calling for six inches – the first real snowfall of the season. Laura adjusted her hat even though she was going to go inside.  She walked into the lobby and called for the elevator. A dark figure stepped up behind her, cast a shadow onto the floor over her shoulder. Whoever he was, he was standing way too close. Laura didn't have a chance to just step aside and wait for the next elevator. The doors opened up and he just shuffled them both in. Laura braced herself and summoned the courage to face her fellow passenger.

When she laid eyes on the man, her heart stopped. He rested a shoulder casually in the corner of the elevator car; a trace of smug amusement curled his extraordinary features. "You," she gasped.  "Why are you here?"

"I imagine that I am going to the same place you are," he said with a touch of playfulness in his voice.

It had been about three months since Laura Mills laid eyes on Will Shriner. Her affair with him was instantaneous, intense, and hotter than a heat wave in July, but brief.  She fell madly in love with him but when it came to making a choice between her kid brother and the two of them, the choice was a no-brainer. Laura broke it off abruptly with Will and turned her back on the best sex she ever had, or would ever have, in her entire life. But other than blistering chemistry, they were as different as night and day.  Laura was working on her Masters in Criminal Justice and Will was the Sergeant at Arms of the Knights’ Disciples, a notorious biker club. In the split second it took to ride up to the third floor, a flood of stills rushed her mind of the many episodes of their intense sexual history.

"Hi there, babe," he said. His amazing hazel eyes twinkled at her, reminding her of what she had been missing all these months. "You doing okay?"

"Yes," she stuttered. In truth, she had been a wreck. She had left Will to focus on her young brother, Lucas, but Lucas left her anyway. She heard from him from time to time; he was alive, that much she knew, but she learned very quickly that taking Lucas away from the watchful eye of the Knights’ Disciples was a huge mistake. "How are you?"

"I am finally eating at least once a day and sleeping mostly through the night," he said, professing to a broken heart. Laura felt the pangs of mourning the loss of their relationship, as well. The elevator stopped and the doors opened up. Both Will and Laura were heading to the same place, indeed.

Will reached around her and opened the door for her in a gentlemanly gesture. His body brushed hers, making her catch her breath.

"Well, well," greeted Detective Frank Vasquez. "If it isn't the dynamic duo." Will shook the detective's hand. Everyone sat. "I didn't mean to make anyone uncomfortable by calling this meeting. There's a rumor going around that your little brother is making quite a name for himself in the gang he's gotten involved with. Will, were you in an altercation with this gang at Carl's Little Bar a while back?"

Will shrugged.  "I knocked some guy flat on his ass. He got in our face while we were having a drink. I wouldn't call it a full-blown altercation."

Detective Vasquez leaned back in his chair and grinned. "That's actually the technical definition of an altercation, Will, and apparently the Marauders aren't forgetful. My guy on the inside said that they are kicking around a little revenge."

Laura interjected, "I thought the guy in the bar was a biker."

"He was," replied Will.

"But Lucas is with a gang," she countered, "and I thought you said bikers had a code."

"
We
have a code, sweetheart – I mean Laura. The Knights’ Disciples have a code. There are good clubs and bad clubs. Lucas, unfortunately, is in with the bad guys. They can offer him protection against the gang who harassed him, but he's going to owe them now."

Detective Vasquez said, "That's kind of what I am getting at. I think they're going to call in a debt, initiate young Lucas and pay you back for humiliating them at one of the most popular biker bars around."

Fear racked Laura's body. She was young and fit, but her heart beat so hard in her chest that she thought she was going to have a heart attack. She struggled to withstand the emotional pain she felt. She lost her mother and father and had to become the only parent to her kid brother. If she lost him, she would have no one. She didn't have it in her to withstand the loss of her next and last family member.

Will put a hand on her thigh. "Hey there," he said soothingly, "take a breath. It's going to be okay. We'll get him back."

"We've tried everything," she said before dissolving into full-blown sobs. As she cried hard, Laura could hear the guys rush around. There was the definite sound of someone grabbing a tissue box and someone cracking open a bottle of water. She felt a warm hand rest between her shoulder blades, grounding her, calming her.

"Here," Will said handing her the water. 

Laura sipped and then she took the tissue Frank offered to clean up her face.

Detective Vasquez looked her directly in the eye. "We're doing our best to extricate Lucas from the situation as we are all the kids while they are still salvageable. I'm obligated to brief you, but you shouldn't feel as though you're to blame for any of this. You haven't had any more incidents of vandalism on your home, have you?"  Laura shook her head. "Good. Not being pestered otherwise?"

"No," she answered shortly. Suddenly she was exhausted. "Thanks for filling me in."

"You know," Will began very diplomatically, "Frank, you could just keep me apprised of the details and if there is something pressing that Laura needs to hear, I can tell her. That way we don't upset her unnecessarily."

"That's okay. I have to hear this," she insisted.

"Laura," Will pleaded.

"It's actually a good idea. I have to keep Will informed every step of the way because his guys are the most organic way we have to learning firsthand what their next move is. We can't afford to have you distressed."

"Did you drive here?" Will asked softly. 

She nodded. She didn't feel like driving home; that was for sure.

"Frank I am going to leave my bike at the lot for one of my guys to pick up. I am going to take her car back to her house."

"I can have a squad car follow both of you and give you a lift back," the detective offered.

The air in Frank Vasquez's office was stifling and Laura had to get out. "Okay I got it," she said in a rush, "I have to get out of here. It’s too much." In a haze, Laura rushed out of the office and down the hall towards the parking lot. She paused as soon as she saw light streaming through the windows of the door to catch her breath and to let flow the emotions pent up from months and months of this drama. She had to accept the fact that she lost her brother Lucas to the clutches of a gang.

She heard footsteps coming down the hall. As she bent over and felt her dress hem hike up as she bent forward, she realized that she was too overwrought to be self-conscious.

For the second time, Will placed his hand on her back comforting her, "Where are your keys?" he asked calmly.

She handed him her keys and let him drive as she slumped behind her sunglasses in the passenger seat, avoiding the sun of a crisp, near-winter day. Fortunately the house where she grew up and where she had raised up her younger brother was not far from the police station. The problem was that it was so empty and she was now going there with a new, fresher aloneness.