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~SHANE HELM'S POV~
I smile as Billy fidgets nervously with the bottle of beer in his hand. He's gripping the bottle so tightly, that I think it will shatter at any moment. The tension between us is so unnerving, but such a turn on at the same time. His eyes glance nervously over at me and then quickly back down to the floor. I see longing in those eyes, but at the same time, distrust. How do I let him know that the attraction is mutual?
He thinks that I'm here just for information on the case, but it's so much more than that. When Matt and Jeff died, I thought my life was over. It comforted me that Mark was dead, but when I found out he was alive, I become obsessed with finding him.
You might say that revenge consumed me.
It's not pretty or sweet, but it's all I got.
Until now. Until him.
I've been following Christian as he looks for his kidnapped husband. If anyone finds them, I think that it will be him. I can honestly say that I was a little surprised when they called in a rookie to help, but I'm glad that they did. I've found a new reason to live.
Unsure how to proceed, I do what comes natural and lean over and brush his loose hair from around his face. He looks at me too scared to move. I grin and place a gentle kiss on his soft unresisting lips. I halfway expect him to punch my lights out, but he doesn't. Much to my delight, he returns the kiss.
I grin as I scoot closer, setting my beer on the table beside of the plush sofa that we sit on. I gently take the beer from his hand and set it beside mine. Wouldn't want it to spill on the sofa, now would we?
"No matter what happens," he whispers softly, "I can't tell you anything about the case." I nod in understanding and a slight smile slides across his beautiful face. "You're ok with that?" He asks slightly confused.
"I want you," I whisper as I lean closer, pressing him further into the soft pillows of the sofa, pinning him underneath me as my hands roughly pull his neatly tucked shirt out of his slacks, running my hands under it and enjoying the warmth of his smooth skin underneath my fingertips. He shivers at my touch bringing a smile to my face. So responsive. So beautiful.
~BILLY'S POV~
I let him take charge. God knows how long it has been since I had sex. I've let my training for the bureau consume all of my time and I regret not having the feel of another warm body next to me.
A moan escapes my throat as he places soft kisses along my neck as he unbuttons my shirt.
"So beautiful," he whispers to me as his fingers finish unbuttoning it and pushing it open. He licks his lips as he leans down and continues to place soft kisses along my torso, pausing momentarily to pop one of my nipples into his mouth, tugging at it gently with his teeth.
I arch my back at the pain and pleasure of this, my fingers brushing through his much shorter hair. A moan is ripped from my throat as he does the same to the other nipple.
"Like that?" He asks slightly amused as he raises up and looks down at me.
"Ummmm.....," I whimper,unable to form a complete word. My cock aches to be released from the confines of my pants and I squirm under him, rubbing against him.
"Eager?" He grins, taunting me as his fingers unzip my pants. His hand slides inside and I practically jump off the couch as it wraps around the base of my cock.
"Sorry," I gasp as I glance up at him and blush.
"Looks like this time is going to be quick," he whispers with a slight grin as he starts to stroke me hard and fast.
I whimper as my hips buck. I know that I must look like a cheap slut as I squirm and mewl under him, but I couldn't stop right now if I wanted to. My need for him is too great.
"Oh GOD!" I cry out as I spill into his hand.
I slowly open my eyes expecting to see a cocky stare, but instead, he's smiling down at me with loving eyes as he licks his fingers. God, I'm in love. "You alright beautiful?" He asks genuinely concerned as he leans down and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
I feel the blush as it creeps across my face. "It's just been awhile," I try to explain as I catch my breath.
He smiles as he brushes my hair from around my face. "No problem. Now that we got that out of the way, how about we take it slow from now on?"
I nod eagerly as I scream "slut" to silently to myself as he leans down and engulfs my cock into his mouth. Slow? Is this what he calls slow? God, I've been out of the dating game way too long. Heaven help me, I have a feeling that he'll get any information that he wants from me.
~TRISH'S POV~
I frown as I look at the bar before me.
So this little hole in the wall bar is Bob's.
Judging by it's appearance and it's clientele, a red neck must run it.
I pull at the end of the lot and park. Here I will wait and watch. It looks just like the kind of place a scumbag like Hall would visit.
~EDGE'S POV~
He leads me back into the bedroom after he dried me off. Great, all I need now is a leash. I'm still miffed that he still refuses to allow me the comfort of clothes. Hell, he wouldn't even let me wear a towel out. I guess he thinks that I wouldn't escape naked.
If it wasn't for Christian, I would kill myself and end this torture. But he does the logical thing and holds my love for Christian over me, keeping me his prisoner as he continues to proclaim his love for me.
"Sit there," Mark whispers as he points at the table located near the bed. I do as he commands, shivering as my exposed behind sits on the cool wood of the chair.
I watch as he quickly makes up the bed, ripping the old sheets off and putting fresh ones on. "Don't want you to be uncomfortable," Mark whispers with a wink.
"Then let me go," I growl back.
He chuckles as he glances in my direction. "I'm never letting you go."
"Then I'm your prisoner, what do you care about my comfort?" I argue as I cross my arms and proceed to pout.
"You're my mate, Edge. I'll always take care of you."
I roll my eyes as I glare at him. "Mate? I'm fucking married to Christian. He's my mate."
"I told you. That marriage has been annulled by me," he growls as he puts the comforter back on the bed and pulls it back. "You are my mate now."
Unable to control my rage any longer, I stand quickly and toss the wooden chair at him catching him off guard as it crashes into his chest. I hear him curse as he tosses it aside. I run towards the door.
As I pull the door open, a huge arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back inside, slamming the door shut. I struggle harder than I ever have in my life. I punch at him, kick him, bite him, but he still refuses to release me.
"Calm down!" He growls as he tries to subdue me.
I cry out as the door suddenly bursts open and Kevin comes to his aid. Between the both of them, I'm quickly overpowered.
"NO!" I scream as I kick at them as they roughly toss me onto the bed.
"Hold him down," Mark growls as he grabs my right wrist and cuffs it quickly. Kevin reaches up and snaps a cuff on my left wrist. A sob escapes my throat as I realize that I'm once again helpless, but I still refuse to submit.
I lash out with my right leg and kick Kevin squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards off the bed and onto the floor.
Mark chuckles as he lunges across my long legs, using his weight to pin them down. "Cuff his ankles!" Mark growls.
Kevin glares at me as he stands holding his chest, but does what Mark commands, securing me to the bed.
I'm sobbing as both men crawl off the bed as they try to catch their breath.
"Thanks," Mark replies.
"No problem, boss," Kevin whispers out of breath.
"Where's Scott?" Mark asks with a frown.
"He went for....a walk," Kevin replies nervously.
Mark shakes his head as he glances down at me and frowns. "Don't you see boy? I'm all you got. Do you see Christian here? Do you think that he cares?"
"He loves me!" I hiss back, ignoring the tears as they run down my face. "I hate you!"
"So much for submission," Kevin whispers with a smirk.
"Let me show you something, Edge," Mark growls as he stomps over to the counter and picks up a package of photographs.
I gasp as he holds the first one up for me. Christian is kissing Trish!
~MARK'S POV~
I grin as I see the shock on Edge's face. It had taken me months to get these pictures just perfect. Photo manipulation can be so intriguing. Christian's betrayal is right before him.
"No," he whispers as he shakes his head in disbelief.
I show him another picture of them together and he starts to tremble.
"Now you know why he hasn't been sleeping with you. He's been getting it from somewhere else," I tease. "He doesn't care about you. He never did. He was just using you for your money."
"No, he loves me," Edge whispers in denial.
I show him another. One of them in bed.
He gasps as he closes his eyes and turns his head. Pleased that the pictures had the desired effect on him, I sit beside of him and gently brush his hair away from his face. "Shhhh......I still love you. He'll never hurt you again."
He whimpers, clearly confused as what to believe.
The pictures that reveal all? Or his broken heart?
I leave him to ponder and dwell on his situation as I walk outside with Kevin.
"So where is Scott really at?" I ask.
Kevin stares at me like a doe in the headlights.
~SCOTT'S POV~
I pull into Bob's and lick my lips. That beer is sure going to taste good, and a little stimulating conversation with Bob Holly always makes me feel good about myself. God, I hate my life and the fact that I've been reduced to a mere babysitter. Here, I'm able to forget about that.
I slide off the bike and head towards the entrance.
"Freeze!" A female voice calls out to me. "FBI. Don't move."
I raise my hands, but slowly turn around. I smile at the small, attractive blonde that holds a gun pointed at my chest.
"Hello," I whisper with a smirk and appreciative whistle.
"Stay where you are," she growls.
I watch as Kevin and Mark advance on her from behind. Damn, where did they come from? Mark doesn't look happy, and Kevin looks nervous.
Her scream is muffled as Mark places his hand over her mouth. She struggles, but Kevin injects her with something and she goes limp in Mark's arms.
"You jeopardized me," Mark growls at me, his voice low and dangerous.
"I was thirsty and bored," I growl back.
Kevin watches us nervously. "We'll fix it, Mark."
"You got that right. Bring her car," Mark growled as he tossed Trish's unconscious body into the back of his truck, her head hitting the hard metal with a sickening thud.
When Mark pulls out, I flip him off.
"Don't do that!" Kevin growls slapping my hand.
"So what?" I growl. "He's an asshole."
"He's our boss and he's also a fucking psycho, who will kill us if we screw up again," Kevin hisses.
I merely roll my eyes. "Kill the babysitters of his precious Edge? I don't think so."
"Don't push your luck," Kevin growls.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I wake up startled. I swear that I could Edge sobbing.
"Hold on baby, I'll find you," I whisper to the darkness of the room.
I glance at the alarm clock and frown. Trish should've been here by now. I grab the phone and call her cell.
No answer. Where is she?
Sliding out of bed, I run my fingers through my hair. I wrap my arms around my chest and hug myself. I silently wonder what kind of hell Mark is putting Edge through. I just pray that Edge doesn't give up on me. I love him so much.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I smile as Chris' eyes flutter open. "Baby?" I whisper, smiling broader as his blue eyes focus in on me. I'm glad that they removed that tube from his throat.
"What happened?" He whispers.
"You were attacked," I whisper, frowning as he grips my hand tighter as he remembers.
"Mark!" He gasps. The monitors increase in their beeping as he starts to panic.
"It's alright. I'm here with you," I whisper, trying to sooth him.
"No! He said that he'd be back for me. He said he wasn't through hurting me," Chris whimpers as he tries to raise up.
I stand up, gripping his face gently between my hands. "No one is ever going to hurt you again," I growl protectively.
A slight smile tugs at his lips. "I love you," he whispers through bruised lips.
"Ditto," I reply as I lean down and place a tender kiss on his lips. "Rest, or that nurse outside will have my hide."
A slight smile tugs at his swollen lips as I hold his hand. I sigh in relief as the monitors slowly return to normal.
~CHRIS' POV~
I try to shut my eyes, but it's no use. Every time that I close them, I see Mark leering down at me as he rapes and beats me.
I've never felt so fucking helpless in my life. I use to love how Mark made me feel when he fucked me....how he treated me. Now, I can't stand the thought of him. All I want is Benoit. I glance at my lover, frowning at the worry written on his face.
Why does Benoit even bother to love me?
I'm worthless.
I'm dirty.
I'm a whore.
I pull my hand away from his, my heart breaking as I see the confused look on his face.
He deserves so much better.
Not a whore like me. I got exactly what was coming to me.
He reaches out for my hand once again, but I pull way.
"Don't touch me!" I hiss.
~HUNTER'S POV~
I sit up in my chair as I stare at the screen of the computer.
"I'll be damn," I whisper under my breath.
I had found Mark's secret web page. I searched the site, frowning as I found images of Trish and Christian. They had originally been separate photos. In the photos of Trish, she was alone. Ones with Christian included Edge. The pictures had been manipulated so that it looked that Christian and Trish were together. They showed them kissing and fucking. Even I had to admit that Mark did a good job manipulating them.
But Why?
I frown as I realize what Mark was doing. He would use the pictures to confuse Edge into believing that Christian was cheating on him all along.
I slam my fist down on the table. Mark would not play games like that with my agents.
~TRISH'S POV~
I wince as my eyes flutter open. My head is throbbing and I feel really nauseous.
I try to focus my eyes and then wish that I hadn't.
Mark is staring down at me with an amused smirk. "Hello bitch."
"Bastard!" I hiss as I try to raise up. I realize in horror that my hands and ankles are securely cuffed. Undaunted, I spit in his face.
"That's the best you got?" He growls amused as he calmly wipes the spit from his face.
"You're going down, Mark," I growl as he stands. God, he's huge.
"Not today, bitch. I have what I came for and I think that I'll be leaving with my mate. Of course, I will dispose of your carcass in the woods. Christian may eventually find you, but he'll never find Edge."
"Let him go. If you love him, let him go," I plead with him.
He chuckles. "He belongs to me. He always has."
I watch as he walks away, shutting the door behind him as a motorcycle and a car pulls up.
Scott and Kevin.
Great. I'm fucking history with those two around.
I hear Mark yelling orders at them.
"Don't worry, I'll personally take care of her!" Scott yells back.
I shiver as the barn door opens and Scott steps in. He chews on the toothpick in his mouth as he stares down at me. His eyes lustfully roaming my body.
"Ready to party, bitch?" He growls.
~MARK'S POV~
I storm back into the house. The image of Edge laying sound asleep in my bed soothed even my evil heart. My eyes lingered at his chained wrists and then down to the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His eyes were swollen where he had cried himself to sleep.
Staring at him, I found myself instantly hard.
I stalk over to the
