Billionaire Protector (Billionaire Bikers MC #1)

He smiled, not about to tell her that Luna had taken care of him. Tina wasn’t the jealous type, but he didn’t talk about the women he fucked, even with the club.

“You can take care of me now.” He moved out of the bar and turned toward her. She sank to her knees, and went for his belt buckle. Taking his whiskey in hand, he pressed the glass to his lips and took a drink. She took out his cock, and her lips were on him within the next second. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the heat of her lips around him.

“Long day?” Lewis asked.

Opening his eyes, he stared at one of his friends as he took a seat opposite him. Running his fingers through Tina’s hair, he wrapped the length around his fist. He pumped into her mouth and groaned as she swallowed him deep.

“Too fucking long.”

“You going to be long?”

“Nah, I need release.”

Lewis raised his brow and sat back. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

From the sound of Lewis’s voice it seemed serious.

“Business, pleasure, or personal?”

“Personal and business.”

Lewis was on a mission to find trafficked women. He worked closely with law enforcement, and so far the club had helped save over fifty women from being taken. It was a low number considering the women who were actually taken were in the thousands. To other organizations who couldn’t rescue the women, they were heroes. Russ wasn’t a hero. He helped his friend to save the women who were taken. From what he learned, Lewis had lost a friend years ago, and was trying to find her, or at least rescue as many women as he could.

Tapping Tina’s head, Russ pulled her up. “We’ll finish this later. Business before that beautiful mouth.”

She gave a pout but didn’t argue with him, getting to her feet and leaving.

“You want to go to our office?” he asked.

“Yes.”

They made their way out of the main club room, toward the private office where they all discussed club business. Russ leaned against the desk and waited for his friend to speak. Lewis closed and locked the door.

“I’ve found a station where they’re housing at least twenty women.”

Russ nodded. He didn’t doubt that this would be the reason his friend wanted to talk. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” Lewis moved around the desk, firing up the laptop. The laptop was used by the whole of the club, and each person had a separate password with which to access it. The security kept their business private, and also created a log for all of them to know who logged on when.

He stood behind Lewis and watched as he accessed the information.

“You’re putting a lot of faith in your contact, Lewis.”

Lewis had a private contact that none of the guys knew. The only person to get the information was Lewis, and Russ didn’t know if Lewis had even seen the guy who sent the information. They couldn’t trace the email account, nor could they trace the number the person used. The voice was also masked, so they didn’t know who it was.

“We’ve never been given false information, Russ. Whoever is doing this knows their stuff.”

Russ read the location, and saw some of the pictures that had also been sent as proof. “This is close to us.”

“I know. These girls have been taken from the local areas, the poor areas that no one seems to give a shit about. Can you believe it, girls just stolen off the street, and people too scared to protect them.”

“They’re not us. You’ve got to remember things go down differently there.”

“I just fucking hate it. They’re disgusting bastards, and I want to hurt them. I want to kill every single one of them.”

Russ placed his hand on Lewis’s shoulder. “We’re going to find her.”

“It’s not just about her, Russ. It’s about all of them. These women, they have rights, and I don’t give a shit what anyone says, I’m going to spend my life going after them.”

Nodding, Russ took a deep breath. “We’ll figure it out.”

For the next ten minutes they read through the information, and Russ wasn’t surprised to see they were in an abandoned location just on the outskirts of the city. Most of the traffickers they’d encountered kept the kidnapped women in secure locations that were easily disguised.

From the looks here, they were dealing with a ranch for dog handling, and the front of the ranch had a large steel gate to keep everyone out. It would be perfect with cages to keep the women locked up.

“You want to go in soon?”

“Yes. My informant believes they’re moving them out the day after tomorrow. I don’t want to miss it.”