Shade (The Last Riders 6)

“Now, where are the fucking papers? This is the last time I am going to ask before I leave. If I search your room and someone comes in, I will shoot. Do you want to be responsible for someone being hurt?” Sam screamed at a dazed Beth.

A rough hand in Beth’s hair jerked her toward Vincent Bedford. “Tell me where you put the papers. I will put a bullet through your brain if you don’t.” Bedford placed the barrel of the gun he was holding against her temple.

“I put them in a brown shoe box in the closet.” Shade had to admire her bravery when she lied again.

Bedford slammed the gun into her head, and that was when Viper used his booted foot to kick in the door as Bedford threw Beth to the kitchen floor.

Shade saw his father coming around the corner of the house as Viper, Razer, and Cash went inside.

“Back off; let them handle it.” Shade placed a hand on his father, preventing him from interfering with what was happening.

His father nodded, and then both of them turned to watch the fight taking place.

While Cash restrained Samantha, who fought like a wildcat trying to get away from him, Viper pulled two knives, one in each hand, and started cutting Bedford to shreds. The older man was covered in blood and trying to defend himself against a man whose skill with those knives was unmatched.

When he turned to flee, Viper kicked him in the back, forcing him to fall forward onto the floor. The man attempted to crawl away from the revenge-driven biker, but Viper stepped on his hand, stopping his forward momentum.

Razer was bent over Beth as she attempted to stop Viper.

“Loker, stop.”

Viper ignored her, bringing his boot back, about to plant it in the screaming Bedford’s face.

“Please, Loker, stop. I have all the proof you need to convict him back at the clubhouse.”

That time, Viper stopped and looked at her.

“Cover him,” Razer said to Shade.

Shade lifted his gun, pointing it at Bedford’s face, wanting to pull the trigger as Razer tried to comfort Beth.

“How did you find me?”

“Loker was watching Bedford, and when he saw Sam come in with you, he called us.”

It was up to Viper when he would drop his alternate identity. Until then, they would keep his secret.

“I had to. He threatened to kill my baby. He gave me no choice.” Sam hung pitifully in Cash’s arms, all the fight drained out of her. “He paid someone to take my baby. I don’t even know if it was a boy or girl. He took the baby while I was unconscious after the delivery. He won’t tell me where my child is or even with whom.” The whole room went quiet, listening to Sam’s heart-rending cries. “It was Gavin’s child.”

“You lying bitch!” Viper yelled. He went to Sam, his hands circling her throat. “Lie again, and I’ll kill you.”

“I’m not lying. I swear.”

The sound of the sirens came from outside.

“Loker, let me deal with her. The deputies are here, and I’ll find out the truth.”

Viper thrust Sam away from him and into the sheriff’s custody.

“You better, or I swear I will tear this mother-fucking town apart until I find the answers I want.”

Chapter 9

Shade listened to Razer tell Beth it was over in less than gentle terms while he strummed his fingers on the bank statements Razer had found in his nightstand.

When Sam had told them what Bedford was searching for, she had cut herself a sweet deal for the information, leaving her father to fend for himself.

Razer walked into the room with Bliss in his arms, dropping her onto the bed.

“That seemed unnecessarily harsh. Did you really have to humiliate Beth in front of the whole club?” Shade set aside the documents.

Razer shut the bedroom door. “I had to make it seem like I was finished with her until we find out who Bedford’s accomplice is. Your dad get any more information out of Sam?”

Shade shook his head. “He said he would call.”

He swiveled his chair and saw Bliss strumming her fingers over her clit to ease the fire Razer had started.

“You going to take care of that?” Shade nodded toward Bliss.

“No,” Razer said sharply before opening the bedroom door and leaving.

“You like having Razer’s fingers on your pussy?”

Bliss moaned, “Yes.”

“Spread your thighs wider. If you’re going to play with yourself, do it right.”

Bliss followed his commands, showing Shade a view of her glistening pussy.

Standing up, he unzipped his jeans before taking a condom out of his back pocket.

“Why should I put out a fire another man started?” Shade questioned. This was what he loved about sex the most—tormenting the women with desire until he decided to give them the relief they needed.

“Please, Shade. I’ll do anything you want.”

“You’re a naughty bitch, aren’t you?”

Bliss frantically nodded against the bed.

“Suck on your fingers,” Shade ordered, shifting her body until her thighs hung over the side of the bed. Taking her hips in his hands, he lifted her until his cock was nestled against her opening. He watched as she sucked her wet fingers into her mouth, her tiny tongue laving her juices off her fingers. “What do you want?”

“Your cock,” Bliss begged.

Shade nudged his cock slowly into her greedy cunt, feeling her silky flesh glide over his hard dick. He loved the feeling of first entering a tight pussy, gradually loosening it until they could take the force of his thrusts.

Bliss tried to arch her hips to make him go faster and Shade pulled his cock away, stepping back from the bed.

“Shade,” Bliss whimpered in frustration.

“Did I tell you to move?”

“No.”

“You know that’s against the rules?”

“Yes,” Bliss admitted.

“Then I guess you don’t want my dick, do you?”

“I want it so… bad.”

“Do bad girls get my cock in their pussies?”

“No,” Bliss’s tear-filled voice answered as she sat up on the side of the bed.

“No, they don’t, do they? Not until they’re punished for being bad. Go downstairs and get my paddle.”

“Okay.” Bliss stood up, going to the doorway.

Shade turned the clock on the desk to face her then used his finger to tap it. “Every minute it takes you will be one stroke.”

Shade easily read the heightened desire in Bliss’s expression when she slowed her pace as she walked toward the door. Bliss enjoyed their games as much as he did.

Turning back to the paperwork Bedford had tried to murder Beth over, his eyes narrowed over a certain account number. Shade had almost perfect retention—that was how he had proved so successful as a sniper—and he was familiar with the account number.

Picking up his cell phone, he called his father.

“Hello.”

Shade didn’t take the time to repeat the greeting. “Ask Sam about Memphis. Call me back when she admits he’s the accomplice. I’m going to be busy, though, so you may have to let it ring a while.”

“You sure it’s Memphis?”

The bank account number of the brother who had betrayed them was staring back at him.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He disconnected.

“Did I take a long time?” Bliss came back into the room, setting the paddle down on the desk in front of him.

“You took just long enough,” Shade said, picking it up.

Chapter 10

Shade stood hidden in the shadows, waiting as a lone figure came down the staircase. The previous night’s party had been a large one with the brothers from Ohio in town, which Viper had sent for. With all The Last Riders in one place, it would provide the perfect opportunity for their betrayer to make a move. The trap had been set, and like the rat he was, he had fallen for it and was scurrying for the bait.